The Royal Guard/Chapter One/2
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Her body is what holds your attention, however. She is slender and trim, delicious on the eyes, and her large, full tits are held firmly in place by her breastplate. But her armour does not cover her body; nowhere near it, in fact. You guess that, like other elves, she would rather wear less armour and maintain her agility. Unlike humans, who wear thick armour to save themselves when the blows rain down, elves tend to try and avoid getting hit in the first place. | Her body is what holds your attention, however. She is slender and trim, delicious on the eyes, and her large, full tits are held firmly in place by her breastplate. But her armour does not cover her body; nowhere near it, in fact. You guess that, like other elves, she would rather wear less armour and maintain her agility. Unlike humans, who wear thick armour to save themselves when the blows rain down, elves tend to try and avoid getting hit in the first place. | ||
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Her brown eyes flicker up to meet yours. She holds your gaze. The moment stretches out between you and you're sure a slight smile twists the corners of her lips. Is she pleased by your stare? Or simply amused? One of her eyebrows rises as she seems to look you up and down. | Her brown eyes flicker up to meet yours. She holds your gaze. The moment stretches out between you and you're sure a slight smile twists the corners of her lips. Is she pleased by your stare? Or simply amused? One of her eyebrows rises as she seems to look you up and down. | ||
Revision as of 21:59, 24 January 2013
You slightly shift, letting yourself get a better look at the elven woman that's caught your eye. She moves in and out amongst the rest of her group, preventing your gaze from truly settling upon her, but then she stops.
A small smile crosses your face as you take her in.
Your first guess was right - she is gorgeous. Her long blonde hair is loose, and her brown eyes are bright as she talks with her own people. Her face is picture-perfect, and since elves are as tall as humans the only thing that marks her out as different are the pointed ears that rise from her head and the grace with which she moves.
Her body is what holds your attention, however. She is slender and trim, delicious on the eyes, and her large, full tits are held firmly in place by her breastplate. But her armour does not cover her body; nowhere near it, in fact. You guess that, like other elves, she would rather wear less armour and maintain her agility. Unlike humans, who wear thick armour to save themselves when the blows rain down, elves tend to try and avoid getting hit in the first place.
Her brown eyes flicker up to meet yours. She holds your gaze. The moment stretches out between you and you're sure a slight smile twists the corners of her lips. Is she pleased by your stare? Or simply amused? One of her eyebrows rises as she seems to look you up and down.
Suddenly, your reverie is broken as a gruff-looking man steps angrily in front of you. Your superior, Guard Captain Reynolds, and he looks pissed off.
He jabs his finger into your face. "Are you in there, Windholdt? The king wants your attention and I suggest you supply it." He leans forward. "If you want to stay out of the dungeons then you will do as the king commands, not stare longingly at these elven tarts," he hisses.
You shoot one last glance at the beautiful elf as you step away from the wall. She smiles teasingly, then winks and turns away.
