“M-meg smell good.”
She gulped receiving Thragg’s ogrish flattery. “Uh, thanks?”
Tapping her new tusks in the romantic ambience of a burning camp, Meg eyed escape routes.
Her fidgets made the mountain of muscle before her bashfully look to the ground.
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