Attractive and informative. Bertha was proving to be the best thing to happen to me in the Sinarius Realms since Lilith had dragged me here.
“Turns out, trouble is kinda my strong suit.” A thought struck me. ”Who’s Gavin?”
“Ma’s lover. He’s a troll of considerable strength.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake. How many of these scum-sucking shit-for-brains was I going to have to kill to get out of here?
“Can you take him?” I glanced over her meager weaponry.
“Not alone.”
“Bertha! You be done yet?” Jeff called out from the passageway.
“Not quite,” Bertha lifted her head to yell. “He’s just started to touch my tits!”
I heard Jeff groan as his footsteps grew quiet in retreat.
“He’s a prude,” Bertha explained. “He doesn’t want to walk in on his sister fucking an elf.”
Evidently, Bertha and I were on a different planet right now—what the hell did Jeff think we were doing in here?
“You want to… y’know, explain that?” I asked her.
Bertha nodded. “Ma and Jeff think if you breed with me, then I will become pregnant with little dungeon core babies. They believe I could carry hundreds of tiny jewels and gain them a fortune. Stupid, I know, but they think it’ll work.”
I decided to can every idea I had about Bertha’s mother being some kind of intellectual powerhouse. Obviously, biology wasn’t taught in troll school. Or maybe they were onto something? Magic effectively did away with all my knowledge of science, but surely sex with a dungeon core didn’t create more dungeon cores.
That would just be ridiculous.
Except—there was something magical about sex in this world. My Vampiric Expertise perk allowed me to gain the power of a dungeon avatar whenever I fucked or killed them. What power exactly, and to what extent, I didn’t know. But did my perk extend beyond avatars? Would sleeping with Bertha also cause my power to increase?
Whenever I killed a monster, I gained Infernal Essence, so the killing part definitely held up. But would fucking a monster also give me some kind of Essence? Sex-sence, if you will?
I looked at the troll sitting beside me on the bed, and her expression actually became a little shy. Her cheeks turned a deep emerald, a far cry from her previous warrior demeanor.
I had to put my chips on testing my perk with Bertha. Plus, I’d been stuck in my core for the last twenty-three hours and needed to stretch and limber up a bit, particularly if I was about to walk headfirst into a shitfest.
Given Bertha’s muscle-laden body, however beautiful, I wondered whether my elvish one would even be capable of sustaining a romp with a half-troll.
“We could just leave,” Bertha cut through my thoughts. “With you by my side, they wouldn’t be able to stop us.”
I hadn’t spoken for almost a minute. She’d obviously taken my thoughts to mean hesitation, or some kind of standoffish, elitist silence. The creature I’d contacted hadn’t arrived with his tribe yet, and I couldn’t bank on their presence. Fighting my way out, even with Bertha by my side, wasn’t going to end well, particularly if Gavin turned up.
We needed reinforcements.
By the way Bertha was ogling me, I was guessing she needed reinforcement of a different kind. I was more than happy to oblige and test the limits of my elf’s body, but still didn’t know if I could trust her. She certainly seemed honest, and I figured myself a half-decent judge of character.
Either she was genuine in her desire to help me, or she’d betray me, but what did I have to lose? And maybe there was a chance my Vampiric Expertise would work through a little rough-and-tumble?
It was a win-win situation.
“Well, we wouldn’t want to miss out on disgusting Jeff, now would we?” I finally said.
Bertha’s tongue slid out and brushed her curved lips with a soft moan. “You want to breed?”
“As long as you don’t actually start swelling up with dungeon cores, it would be my pleasure.”
The troll beamed, bit her lip, and stared at me. “Legends say elves are well-endowed.”
“Couldn’t tell you. I’m usually a beautiful little stone on your mantelpiece.”
I hadn’t exactly checked my own equipment. An hour a day of running from lunatic Infernal creatures didn’t really give you a lot of time for self-appreciation.
I let a salacious smile cross my face as I pushed off the wall to the edge of the bed. She settled as her powerful legs curled under her, and I reached out. My fingers brushed her neck, and a subtle smile practically dripping with lust touched her full lips. She leaned her face into my palm, and I heard a playful note in her tone that I hadn’t noticed before.
“You seem eager,” she said.
“I like new experiences.” I slid closer as I thanked my earlier choice to pick a fast and agile creature to possess. My movements were silky and soft, and it wasn’t lost on the gorgeous creature in front of me. “Never been with a troll before.”
“Half-troll,” she corrected.
“And I can’t begin to tell you how much I’m glad that’s the case.” A thought occurred, and I muttered a curse. “I’m on a clock. The elf will return to the jewel in a little less than fifty minutes.”
Bertha raised an eyebrow but moaned softly as my hand glided over her side, bare and warm and ridged with muscle. She felt incredible, brimming with savage strength and lust.
“Do you really think you can last that long with me?” she asked.
I chuckled in her ear, then traced a line down over her shoulder with my lips. For all her big talk, she was practically vibrating with lust and desire. “How about we see who finishes first, then you can make all the snarky comments you like.”
“I’ll
