"Gerrant our leader, stood in the front to raise everyone's morals up. He came up with a plan to defeat the demon. However, when the battle began, Gerrant who was supposed to be my flank and my 'comrades' who should have my back, ran away".
"As I was the strongest, they left the demon to me, saying that they would get help. However, no help came that day. Latter they called it a tactical retreat, the most logical option, sacrifice a few to save many. They left me. Alone. Its claw… here".
She shifted, rolling onto her back, one leg sliding up to rest on the back of the couch. The movement opened her completely to his gaze. The firelight illuminated the slick, swollen folds visible through her panties, gleaming with her wetness.
She pointed at the faint scar on the middle of her inner thighs. While most of it was healed by him, a faint trace of it still remained behind.
