Orc Elf Fantasy

Here, in my mind’s private locker, behind that ancient tree stump in Sylvaar’s depths, I finally crack. We’ve escaped the Bloody Plateau. Blood crusts my skin. I’m naked, chained scars throbbing. Rerdan, the orc shaman who saved me, slumps wounded. Our worg, Ourajii, dying. No more holding back. My desires flood out. That thrill of…