Kingdom On The Edge

Nobody's POV

BANG! BANG! BANG!

A loud noise jerks you awake. "Gah!" you flop out of bed in surprise. "Oww..." You rub the side of your head, soon after the banging continues. "One second!" You yell at the door before getting up.

You take a quick glace at your one room house, it is quite small, but it is also where you grew up. The small village you live in is only populated by humans, and everyone knows each other.

With enough stalling you open the door, to come face to face with your neighbor and best friend; Jerica. Running your eyea down her body you see she has small apple sized breasts covered in a green tunic, and her long shaved legs in short brown pants. She stands at around 5'5, with pale skin, long red hair that shines in the sun and emerald green eyes that would shine in the darkest of storms. She smiles and jumps into your arms, surprised you fall back, with her still in your arms.

"And I fall once more." You joke as you know she heard you fall out of bed.

She giggles lightly before sitting up on your lap, "Happy birthday!" She exclaims happily. "I brought you a new bow. It was made by some elves." Her smile shows she is proud with herself.

Your eyes widen, "Jerica...how did you get your hands on one?" You ask twirling it in your hands. It's beautifully carved red wood, and strung with a silk like string.

"I know you love hunting, so I saved up every silver piece and bought it. So...John, do you like it?" Her tone once loud and exicited is now quiet and nervous.

With a smile you hug her tightly, pressing her small bust against your chest, and her small heart shaped ass against your crotch. Looking down her shirt you can see her small, pink nipples. You quickly distract yourself, and you remember that you decided you were going to the Kingdom of Zilard.

"Jerica, I have to tell you something. Goddesses above I'm going to need a lot of mead to get it out."

"John, I need to tell you something first." She stands up and sighs nervously. Her hands fumbling together, "Screw it, I'll just show you."

She grabs the sides of your face before pulling you into a deep and erotic kiss that soon added groping and grinding.

"John, I love you." She looks up into your eyes, running her small, soft hands through your hair.

'Damnit, and of course I was going to tell her I was leaving.' You think as a conflicted look dawns your face.