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There were a million ways to get answers from people in this job, but Ava was more creative than others.

All things considered, Akhil was probably lucky getting arrested by the Silver Griffons.

They just cuffed him and gave him a beating. The city guards might have killed him.

Just another day in Estarian.

The orc grunted, leaning back against the cold, stone wall of his cell.

Of course, had he been able to survive his initial arrest by the guard, he could have bribed his way out.

Not that Akhil could afford a decent bribe.

He wasn’t Boss Green, the gangboss of most of the East Under and the docks.

Akhil was just a thug down from the mountains, looking for some easy gold in the big city.

He had nobody and nothing. Which left him as good as hanged.

He straightened a little when he heard the door to the prison open.

He rose, thick green muscles uncoiling under his shirt as he lazily flexed, straw shuffling around his boots as he wandered towards the grim bars of his cell.

Did the Silver Griffons offer last meals?

Seemed like they might.

Of course, the jailor would have spit in it, but he’d eaten worse.

Footsteps clicked through the dark, and a figure appeared before his cell.

It was not the jailor.

Akhil stared at the soft, lovely face of an elven maid, framed by a tumble of golden hair falling from under a brimmed cap.

A shirt and leggings bound slender curves that strained to be free, the upper buttons of a blouse undone to reveal a pink valley of tit flesh.

Bright blue eyes stared up at him and perfect pink lips smiled.

She was beautiful.

Stunning.

An ethereal loveliness come down from the heavens into his cell.

"Are you Akhil?" she asked.

Akhil closed his sagging jaw. "Er, yeah. Who’re you?"

"Ava Copperman, at your service."

Akhil knit his brow.

That name sounded familiar, but he couldn’t quite remember from where.

And he felt sure he’d recognize the elven beauty before him. Not many elves in Estarian.

They rarely left their groves, and certainly not to visit accused murderers in their cells.

"How’d you get in here?" he asked.

"I gave the jailor a blowjob."

Akhil blinked. Was she fucking with him?

But her guileless smile put that suspicion to bed.

"Huh," Akhil said. "So, whaddya want?"

"Did you kill Abigail Primwood?" the elf asked.

Akhil chuckled low and thickly.

Ah. There it was. The same question the Griffons had asked between pummellings.

"Show me your tits and maybe I’ll tell you."

"Okay," Ava said, reached up, and yanked open her top.

Akhil’s tusked jaw dropped as a pair of the most perfect tits he’d ever seen bounced into the open.

Soft, creamy flesh capped by thick, pink nipples.

Not even the fantasies that had brought him down from the Mountains of Morn could compare.

"Uh..."

"Now," Ava said, not bothering to do up her shirt as she reached into a pocket and pulled out a notebook and quill.

"What happened to Lady Primwood?"

Akhil’s mouth snapped shut. He peered closer at the elf. "You’re a reporter?"

"Yep! For the esteemed Morning Wood!"

Now Akhil recognized her name.

It had been written under a number of the articles in Estarian’s most circulated and most sensationalist publication.

Akhil had never seen a newspaper before arriving in the city, but he’d become an avid reader.

How else would he learn about ’10 Ways to Make her cum faster’ or ’Does Unicorn Urine Really Make You More Virile? The Answer Will Shock You!’.

And after all, why not talk?

He’d never see daylight again. Justice wasn’t exactly interested in being done for orcs.

So, what did he have to lose by talking to her?

In fact... maybe there was something to gain.

The orc again ran his eyes up and down the elf’s figure, outlined flawlessly in her pants and jacket, his gaze lingering on her soft, pale breasts.

He licked his lips hungrily. He hadn’t had a good fuck in ages.

The whorehouses rarely catered to orcs, aside from the least reputable ones around, and those had only the most tired of sluts.

Certainly nothing like the firm, eternally youthful beauty before him.

Akhil had heard of elves being kept by mighty orc warlords around the mountains.

How those lovely maidens were the most responsive, eager, and adoring slaves one could find.

"Come closer," Akhil rumbled.

Ava did so without a hint of caution.

Akhil could only shake his head. She was either unbelievably dumb or impossibly naive.

Well, he was game for either.

"I didn’t kill her."

"I knew it!" Ava said, pressing forward against the bars, her scent making Akhil inhale deeply, his barrel chest thickening.

"They didn’t find a body, so I knew there was more to the story! Were you her lover?"

"Hrm... I’d like to tell you, but my memory seems to have slipped lately," the orc said.

"Ah, of course!" Ava said, her golden curls bouncing as she nodded. "I’ve heard orcs have trouble thinking when they’re horny."

"Huh? I mean, yeah! Exactly. So, maybe you could help me out with that..."

"What do I need to do?" Ava said.

"Turn around," Akhil said, eyes hot and hungry as he looked down at her. "Let me get a feel of those breasts..."

Ava did as bid, and Akhil reached out from between the bars.

It was a bit of a tight fit.

His arms were thick and muscled, but he wrapped them around her, his large hands grasping the softness of her naked breasts.

"Ah!" Ava gasped. "You um..."

"This is really helping me remember," Akhil grunted as he palmed her breasts, feeling her nipples stiffen against his leathery palms.

"Oooooh," Ava moaned softly, her ass pressing back against him.

The orc hissed as he felt her bottom rub against his bulge, her soft curves pressing against him with unhindered desire.

"Did you... mnnn... did you touch Lady Primrose like this?"

"Yeah," Akhil grunted, his thumbs rubbing her peaking nipples, making the elf whimper in a way that stirred dark things in him.

"She acted all proper, but she always wanted to feel some real rough orc stuff. She’d heard stories about how mountain orcs enslave human women.

Raid villages. Steal the prettiest to work as breeding brides. She wanted a taste of that. Slummin’ it around."

"I... hah... I’ve heard of... of stories like that," Ava panted, nibbling the end of her quill as the orc’s leathery green hands mauled her breasts.

"Yeah. All true too," Akhil said, leaning down, his hot breath washing over the back of Ava’s neck, his palm running down the hollow of her stomach, feeling it flutter before his hand reached the heat radiating from the front of her pants.

She gasped as he pressed a thick finger against her cunt, her ass rubbing hard against his bulge.

Fuuuuck.

He should have ditched the pants earlier.

He couldn’t seem to stop his hands from appreciating this elven slut’s body.

Touching her.

Feeling her.

Admiring every aching inch of her.

"Ah... And... and did Lady... mnnn... Lady Primwood o-only have you for... for fucking?"

Akhil chuckled. "Ha! She first hired me as a bodyguard. Can’t have a noble lady wandering around East Under alone. Liable to get jumped by some horny goblins or a mugger.

Nope. I was her escort."

"She didn’t... mmm... she didn’t use a houseguard?"

"Nah. Couldn’t let hubby know what she was up to, after all," Akhil said without much interest.

He was far more fascinated by the way the lithe beauty ground herself against him.

"Oooooh! Did she... did she have another lover in the slums?"

Akhil frowned.

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