Elven most probably… He was dressed in clothingthat kings would envy. Still he was nothing more than an Orc… nothingmore than a monster."I am not ...some stinking, pretty Elven warrior pussy. You are not my equal inanything. When you speak to me you fucking cunt, you will address me as is mydue…I am Hordemaster Nazbog Stormterror…. You stinking half breedbitch shall call me Master Terror…."His laughter shook the rafters of my universe as he released my hair and threwmy head to the floor. "Yes. And out of nowhere, the doorbell rings. “Good evening Nihitha”, Harshad stepped inside looking deep into my eyes. I could sense his love for me. I wish I could replicate but all I have is pure lust. Nothing else. “Hey, babe. So this is my home sweet home. Sit down on the couch and make yourself comfortable while I get you a drink. Mom! Dad! He’s here”, I was shuffling nervously here and there.The feeling of involving Harshad in this incest act was making me both exciting and worried. Am I a bad. His car receded into the distance, surrounded by its corona of lights. The wind blew, rattling the branches of the trees and biting through his thin t-shirt mercilessly. The nearest town was ten miles away, which would take him almost two and a half hours to walk. What a god damn night.Foster had set out on this journey for one simple reason, a girl. He was an accountant at a chain of local grocery stores. He was a stereotypical accountant too-short, rather skinny and plain looking, with thick. "Miriam..." I said, " ... and yes, I am definitely thinking of doing it. She has never joined me on camp, and to all intents and purposes we live separate lives." Well," said Harry wearily, "I hope you know what you're doing. It's a big step, finishing a marriage." He would know as his marriage had ended shortly after we came back from Germany.I was down in regimental records as married, and so I didn't think there would be a problem. No one in the battalion had ever met Miriam, and in any.