Break Away From The Kiss

Before things get out of hand, you back away from her, and she looks absolutely bewildered. "I'm sorry. I just wanted you to stop screaming."

She remains silent for a moment, before touching her lips. "Y-you kissed me... my first kiss." Tears flood her eyes, and she falls to her knees, crying.

Now you feel even worse. Maybe the only way an orc can get a mate is to **** them? You'd rather she be willing, but it doesn't seem like that's going to happen.

But before you can think about it any more, a dozen armed horse riding elf guards surround you, all pointing their spears at you. Sweat pours down your face, as you know they're going to kill you.

One elf dismounts and walks up to you. You can't see his face very well behind the helmet, but you see nothing but hate for you in his eyes. He takes a quick glance over at the crying beauty, and then back at you.

"Kill him." he orders, and all the guards ready their weapons.

You shut your eyes tightly, ready for your assured ****.

"Wait." a deep and old voice says.

All of the guards freezes, and say in unison, "Your Majesty!" and all kneel before him.

This elf is different from the others. Though he wears armor, his is so much more fancy, with a long green cape and crown on his helmet. You figure he must be their chief. With all the guards bowing to him, now might be a good time to escape.