Peaches smelled the smoke before she saw it. Or heard it. No mistaking that stink of brimstone and lilies and the burning iron-bite of blood. Even under the scolding stink of cold iron. The explosion of one lantern was bad enough. Just the air was burning her insides. At least Roo had shielded her from the worst, but he couldn’t know how bad being so close to that thing’s destruction was for her. It slowed her down. Slowed her reaction. So when the puff came, which she knew would come moments before it did, she tried to be ready. Her...

The silent shock lasted longer than Roo thought it should. Just like … why were the fairy lanterns swaying so violently? They were practically like fans right now. Pendulum fans breezing up the place so well that Roo could smell both Peaches own peaches and cream smell and a lemonade musk that much come from that elf girl Peaches called Sunshine. The ground wasn’t shaking. No. It was solid and still underneath his boots. The light was wavering brighter and brighter, but flickering. The sunlight from the wide-open window came the swaying fairy lights from being too … distracting, but...

The moment Peaches saw Rouge burst into flame she knew something was off but couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Yet. Her own back was already to the bedpost. The oak jabbing her back harsh and knobby. Her bright green minidress of elven silk should of been more protective against physical and magical dangers than it looked like it should be. Just because it looked thin and stretchy soft, that it was so fine it was translucent at the right angles, showing her ruby heart bra top and panties, and even them at the right angle, were translucent, all...

Roo heard Peaches cry out. He was sure of it. But the water up his nose must of waterlogged his brain as much as it did his lungs and throat. Gagging wasn’t much help. He was so waterlogged a drowned rat was better off than him. But it was all he could do. For now. And he knew that blast of water came from Peaches. It had that peaches and cream elf musk aftertaste that, if he had been a monster, he would of been ravenously hangrier rather than ravenously ravished. That cool crisp zing of holy water only a...

Peaches yelped at the gigantic boom erupting from the center of the floor. The rumble of the tiles. Her stiletto dagger heels help her stay on her feet – until she landed on her ass in the bed that was so damn soft she sank deep into it like its sheet was quicksand. And she wasn’t alone. Sunshine was right beside her. Squeaking and clutching Peaches. How something smash through the granite floor and … the smell, like the chalk Bishop Halgert loved tossing at Roo and Peaches back during their school days. The black iron lanterns with the poor...