It was just supposed to be a stupid weekend away.
When my lame little roommate needed a ride to his LARP I told him I could help him out. He sold it to me in the best way that he could, telling me there were always ladies around.
I made a stupid mistake.
I was dressed as a thief so that meant I could break in and steal. How was I supposed to know that cabin in the woods was out of bounds. How was I supposed to know the woman inside had real magic powers.
I can’t believe this happened to me!
Transformed into the body of a lithe and nimble elf. A beautiful woman who is equal parts delicate and deadly. The whole world is changed around me too, this LARP becoming a reality with fatal stakes on the line.
The only way out is through. If I want my old life back I’ll have to fight for it. I’ll have to work alongside this strong and handsome knight, focused on defeating the powerful evil growing in this forest.
Still I cannot shake the feeling that this knight is so very familiar to me. And I can’t stop my focus from drifting, the adrenaline of this life or death adventure making me need to blow off steam in a real and physical way.
But it’s just physical, right? That connection I feel can’t really be there. This is a fantasy, and fantasies aren’t real.
Because I can’t really want this!
I can’t want to be with him.
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The poor guy looked so shocked it was actually a bit endearing. I stood there with my breasts bared to him, the cool air kissing my skin and my nipples hardening as he looked at me.
Something in me rose up heavy and hungry, it pushed me to keep going.
I ran my fingers over my ribs, hissing a bit at the flash of pain. There would definitely be a bruise there in the morning.
“So are you going to help?” I asked with a coy smile.
He still didn’t move, but the shock was wearing off and he was starting to come back to life again. His eyes moved purposefully from my breasts up to my face.
“You’re acting like you’ve never seen a pair of breasts before,” I teased, “Do they make you swear a vow of chastity to become one of those shiny knights.”
I had pushed a button in him, and while I wasn’t certain exactly what it was I had a feeling it might have awakened something in him that had something to prove.
“No vows of chastity,” he said, stepping up to me and dipping his fingers into the jar of salve, “And you’re mistaking shock at your openness for awe of your body.”
His tone was raw and aggressive, pushing back at me without a hint of humor. By contrast, his touch on my ribs was almost gentle. He caressed my skin, but the cool of the salve and the healing herbs in it made my skin burn from the cool of it. It almost hurt and my hand shot out quickly, wrapping around his wrist and holding it still.
“That kind of hurts,” I said, explaining my behavior, “It’s intense.”
He gave a rakish smile, “You can’t handle intense?”
I kissed him. Stepping into him and closing the space between us, reaching up with my other hand to wrap it around the back of his neck and draw it down to me. I kissed him and my lips pressed hard against his.
His free hand fell on my hip, sliding over my bare skin to rest on the small of my back and pull me into him. He seemed so big in comparison to me. Broad and strong and comforting.
And there was a thrill that ran through my body as he touched me, as his hand held me firm while his lips pressed against mine. That thrill pushed me forward, making me press my tongue into his mouth to dance and play against his.
Our bodies came alive at the touch of each other, and I marveled at everything I was doing and how much I was enjoying it.