Tala's whisper felt like a command, one that made my body regain its energy, ready to obey. I felt her hand on the back of my neck, guiding my head into the hollow of her throat. Her mouth, wet and warm, pressed against my ear.
"My hero, let me give you a small reward...".
She let go and, with the abruptness of a warrior, she stood up, her strong, muscular body prominent in the dim light of the hut. My eyes, just woken and still blurry, couldn't help but trace her body. Her curves were no joke; her figure was proof of strength, a work of art carved by the hammer. Hard and defined arms, a chiseled abdomen, and strong, toned legs. Her skin, despite being exposed to the sun and the heat of the forge, was soft and light-colored, almost white, especially her large breasts that stood proud and firm, defying gravity.
