"Really?" he asked. His grin was cocky, his tusks thrusting up from his lower jaw. They dripped in my p***y cream. "You sure about that?"
"Yes!" I had to be strong. I had to be pure for my people. I couldn't give in to what I wanted.
I had a duty to my people as a princess. I would be strong.
* * *
Princess Nataliala quivers there. She thinks she can be so strong, that she can deny not just the ache in her nethers, but the flutter in her heart. Love has sparked in her. A forbidden love that she believes can never be.
She has her duty.
But the Ogre Kartem is not about to let his beautiful elf go. He knows that she desires him, and he wants her more than anything. He would risk the entire elven people's wrath to claim the princess he loves so dearly.
So he puts her defiance to the tes
