Hey guys, sorry this is so long, it was like once I started writing it I couldn’t stop. I hope you enjoy it!
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Terra approached the dresser cautiously, dagger drawn. They’d already lost three fighters on this raid, so if she died up here her stupid “comrades” would probably write “Dead Idiot Number Four” on her tombstone. If she even got a tombstone. She jerked the dresser door open, and was pleasantly surprised to find a cowering elven maiden. The pale, wide-eyed damsel had a cute button nose and was dressed in a little silk nightie that hugged her narrow waist. Terra gave her a wicked smile. “Well, hello there. You’re the prettiest thing I’ve seen all night.”
In response, the little bitch punched her in the nose and bolted for the door. Terra grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair as she rushed by and yanked her back. “That’s quite enough of that,” Terra hissed as she pressed her blade against the soft flesh of the elf’s throat. Holding her close, Terra slowly slid her free hand up the elf’s smooth thigh, slipping it underneath the hem of her gown and stopping at her hip. The elf let out a quiet whimper that brought the smile back to Terra’s face. “Better,” Terra purred, before she gave her little damsel a good lick. Terra rubbed slow, lazy circles around the elf’s deliciously bare stomach before allowing her hand to climb higher, until—
There was a subdued crash from somewhere downstairs, and suddenly Terra could again hear the soft crackle of flames and smell the oddly distinctive scent of burning elf village. Oh, hey. This house is on fire. I probably shouldn’t stay here.With a sigh, Terra sheathed her dagger and shoved her prisoner face-first against the wall. She forced the elf’s wrists behind her back and up into the reverse-prayer position, ignoring her little squeal of discomfort. While she tightly bound the elf’s wrists and forearms together, Terra considered her options. Given the fiasco with the previous shipment of slaves and Marla’s… pronounced expression of disappointment, it was unlikely Terra or anyone else would be allowed to keep any for themselves. Jackasses just had to go and get themselves killed, ruin the fun for the rest of us,Terra thought sourly. If only I had joined up a few days earlier.
Of course, Terra didn’t have to give up her new toy right away. All she had to do was get to a different house. Before she left, Terra couldn’t resist spinning the elf around and giving her a rough, heated kiss. Then Terra took hold of her prisoner’s hair and dragged her out of the burning house. Things outside were just as chaotic as Terra remembered, with members of Miasma battalion running in every direction, saving as much loot as they could from the hungry flames. Surely none of these greedy idiots will be paying any attention to what the others are doing. All I have to do is find a nice, quiet spot somewhere on the opposite side of the village, and—
“Hey!” Oh, godsdammit.Terra turned around to find Moira staring at her. Moira’s normally flawless gown was covered in soot, her long dark hair sticky with sweat and clinging to her face. “The hell are you doing?!”
Terra stared at her for a moment, her hand still buried in the squirming elf’s hair. “Nothing. I mean, not nothing, obviously. I’m, uh, taking this slave to the, the slave wagon. So she can be enslaved.”
Moira looked over Terra’s shoulder to the dark, empty half of the village, the half of the village that contained a number of houses perfectly safe from fire and which most certainly did not contain the slave wagon. Then Moira looked back to Terra, her violet eyes glowing. The hairs on the back of Terra’s neck began to stand on end, and for just a second Terra swore she could smell brimstone. “The slave wagon,” Moira hissed, in a voice that would make a corpse shudder, “is that way.” Moira pointed over her own shoulder.
Terra gulped. “Right. My mistake.”
Fifteen minutes later, after Terra had delivered the elf to the slave wagon and was safely inside another burning house, Terra looked around to make absolutely certain she was alone before muttering, “Bitch,” underneath her breath.
