Nettle’s heart pounded in the quiet aftermath as she and the rest of the tavern watched Silver scoop up someone else’s tankard of ale and finish it off on one swig. Then he rummaged through his pocket, grunting and humming something to himself. He produced the little bag of gold the tavern keeper had paid him for the creature, and tossed it back on the bar.
Silver turned his gaze back on her, the glint of adventure in his eyes and a wicked grin revealing the points of his teeth.
The little bubbles in the wine ran up her skin.
He then plucked her up out of the glass by her wings, and a jolt of sensation went through her whole body. His fingertips were rough and calloused, unlike anything she had ever known.
He set her down on the counter, not ungently, but she fell back on her side when he release her, terribly unsteady from the whole ordeal. The living flower petals of her dress were almost translucent, dripping with wine as it puddled around her.
“That one you can have for free, firebug,” he said, voice low and gravelly, eyes lingering over her. Nettle watched him lick his lips, and wondered if he was contemplating cleaning every dropof wine off her with his tongue. Then she felt that jolt of need throb between her legs again.
Oh, no.
2
This was–despite not really having started yet—setting up to be a disaster. Nettle hadn’t been prepared for him to be so… virile.
She couldn’t help but eye the way the orc bounty hunter’s biceps flexed and tensed as he lifted a large fallen branch off the trail, and ugh, those shoulders! She just wanted to… what would she even do, at that size? Fling herself down and roll all over them?
He was easily ten times her size, honestly maybe even then some. She wasn’t good with numbers. But even Nettle could tell his cock was likely as big as she was, she could fit in the palm of his hand. There was no way it would work. It couldn’t.
It was absolutely the wrong wing to be starting a quest off on.
“Oh, don’t even think it,” she mumbled to herself, eyeing the folds in his pants, the shape of his cock that they hinted at as he pivoted the fallen tree branch to the side.
So there was no point staring at the shape of his arms, the taper of his waist and breadth of his shoulders. He was simply too big to appreciate properly.
Snow crunched underneath his heavy boots as he walked along the trail, deeper into the cleaved mountain pass. “Speak up, Firebug.”
Silver scoffed as Nettle worked her wings backwards, so that she could cross her arms and watch him roll his eyes.
She looked at him, trying not to be too obvious as she pressed her cheek into her hand. “It’s just, I’m starting to rethink this. Surely you’re too... big. You wouldn’t fit.”
Perhaps it would be ridiculous to even try.
Silver’s brow narrowed as he looked at her, uncomprehending. “...Fit where?”
“In the, uh. The passage.”
“Passage?”
“You know, the gauntlet. And even if you do fit, it’s not so simple to traverse; it’s dark, there’s traps and creatures. I’ve only managed to evade them by flying–” Nettle fumbled for an excuse, waving a hand.
“Well, if it’s just traps and creatures, you needn’t worry. I have other physical advantages,” Silver said as he rolled his shoulders and his neck. She stared until he caught her eye and gave her a little wink. “They’re gigantic.”
“Pardon?” For a moment she worried she had been staring too intently at his physique to have heard him properly. Then her cheeks scalded. “...Oh.”
There it was– that smirk. He knew what he was doing to her, he had to. Perhaps he was just trying to unnerve her. Perhaps he just wanted to annoy her with his presence, as she was saddled with it until the job was done.
“Was that too crude for the prim little lady?”
“I’m not prim!” she insisted, quickly, but it was in her voice, her tone. The very way she pronounced words was careful to enunciate every consonant clearly, make every vowel pristine.
“It looked like it was your first night in a tavern,” he chuckled, a hint of a grin tucked behind his tusks.
“...It was my second.”
“Pardon. Seems I’ve got you all wrong.”
