Artwork by ArtOfVenus, vignette below!
page 29 and vignette at the WordPress link
I don’t think he means the candy bar in her backpack...
Evie scouts the northern woods for a troublesome ogre. But there are other creatures besides ogres lurking in the forest!
‘Ah-ha!’ I thought, when I heard him quickly correct himself from ‘Ya belongs to ME’ to ‘US.‘ He must believe that he alone held claim to me. I could use that to stir things up a bit.
“Oh, no, Sir,” I continued in an earnestly deferential voice. “I surrendered to you alone, back by the tree, and so I belong to you, alone. Only you get to choose what to do with me.”
“Dat’s right!” the snotling leader said, puffing his chest out proudly. “Youse does belong t’me. An’ I decides what I does wit ya. An I says, le’ us get a lookit dem mounds on ya.”
He hooked filthy fingers inside the front of my blouse and exposed my breasts to the cold.
His whole squad froze, staring, grinning, looking hungrily at my chest. None of them said a word until their squig took a loud sloppy lick at the side of my breast. That broke their thrall.
“An’ me boys knows dat if’n theys do what I says, I’ll share ya wit’ ‘em,” he continued, gesturing to his crew.
They sprung into action, pulling my bustier and blouse the rest of the way off. One went back to work on trying to unbuckle my belt, while the creepy old gray snotling who’d been playing with my hair began to touch my face as well.
This is page 29 of a full Evie story in collaboration with ArtOfVenus.
And watch for more with Evie soon!