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"I will avenge you father," said Ashatar the Brave as he held the limp, dying body of his father after their battle with the Mardook Goblins. "I swear to you that you will be avenged. I swear by the honor of the three tittied priestess of Astor."
His father raised his head for a moment, as if to speak, then groaned and fell back, overcome with dying. Ashatar cried aloud to the heavens then stood up.
SWISH.
An arrow.
It landed beside him. "But I thought the Mardook Goblins were all dead," said Ashatar, pulling out his blade and turning around.
"Raar!" The hideous cry of a goblin as it ran toward him – fierce, bold, naked, its genitals swaying in the wind. Just as Ashatar raised his sword to strike down the creature, it fell, as if struck by the heavens. Behind its fallen corpse stood the person of Lady Buxley.
Lady Buxley, dark elf queen. Lady Buxley, guildmistress of the busty vixens. A lady as skilled with a sword as she was with her loins. But Ashatar mustn't think of her that way – no, for she was his step sister.
"Our father has fallen," said Ashatar. "We must avenge him."
"Then we shall travel together."
The lands were cold that time of year – in the season of the winter moon – and Ashatar knew they would have to sleep together that night, side by side, warm body to warm body.
Suddenly, a shriek from the heavens. A dragon!

Had to fix a typo sorry. Tell me what you think. It's an excerpt from my book The Bulging Sword.

"I will avenge you father," said Ashatar the Brave as he held the limp, dying body of his father after their battle with the Mardook Goblins. "I swear to you that you will be avenged. I swear by the honor of the three tittied priestess of Astor."
His father raised his head for a moment, as if to speak, then groaned and fell back, overcome with dying. Ashatar cried aloud to the heavens then stood up.
SWISH.
An arrow.
It landed beside him. "But I thought the Mardook Goblins were all dead," said Ashatar, pulling out his blade and turning around.
"Raar!" The hideous cry of a goblin as it ran toward him – fierce, bold, naked, its genitals swaying in the wind. Just as Ashatar raised his sword to strike down the creature, it fell, as if struck by the heavens. Behind its fallen corpse stood the person of Lady Buxley.
Lady Buxley, dark elf queen. Lady Buxley, guildmistress of the busty vixens. A lady as skilled with a sword as she was with her loins. But Ashatar mustn't think of her that way – no, for she was his step sister.
"Our father has fallen," said Ashatar. "We must avenge him."
"Then we shall travel together."
The lands were cold that time of year – in the season of the winter moon – and Ashatar knew they would have to sleep together that night, side by side, warm body to warm body.
Suddenly, a shriek from the heavens. A dragon!

"I will avenge you father," said Ashatar the Brave as he held the limp, dying body of his father after their battle with the Mardook Goblins. "I swear to you that you will be avenged. I swear by the honor of the three tittied priestess of Ashatar."
His father raised his head for a moment, as if to speak, then groaned and fell back, overcome with dying. Ashatar cried aloud to the heavens then stood up.
SWISH.
An arrow.
It landed beside him. "But I thought the Mardook Goblins were all dead," said Ashatar, pulling out his blade and turning around.
"Raar!" The hideous cry of a goblin as it ran toward him – fierce, bold, naked, its genitals swaying in the wind. Just as Ashatar raised his sword to strike down the creature, it fell, as if struck by the heavens. Behind its fallen corpse stood the person of Lady Buxley.
Lady Buxley, dark elf queen. Lady Buxley, guildmistress of the busty vixens. A lady as skilled with a sword as she was with her loins. But Ashatar mustn't think of her that way – no, for she was his step sister.
"Our fallen has fallen," said Ashatar. "We must avenge him."
"Then we shall travel together."
The lands were cold that time of year – in the season of the winter moon – and Ashatar knew they would have to sleep together that night, side by side, warm body to warm body.
Suddenly, a shriek from the heavens. A dragon!