Kaida's lips trembled.
She wanted to yell at him—to tell him that yes, she didn't know many curses because she'd spent her whole life training with a sword instead of sitting around learning creative insults—but she couldn't.
She just breathed. In and out. Slowly. Trying to calm the storm raging inside her chest.
Her eyes traced over his body. The soft, chubby build so different from the hardened warriors she'd trained with.
The delicate skin unmarred by the scars that covered her own body.
Not a single scar on his body unlike her made him look more human than her.
And his cock—massive, throbbing, that swollen crimson head still leaking pre-cum onto the sheets.
It made her feel strange. Hot. Confused.
Why would he come into this abandoned village area and target older women or even her? There were far more beautiful noble women, or even servants, within the main cities, not the countryside.
