The smell of elf mingled with Kahani disgusted Pembroke.
With the elf there, crashing through the forest of his Namesake—the whole land suddenly felt desecrated.
Pembroke pounced from his hideaway ferns and tackled the elf. For all its muscle, the creature was lighter than expected. As if its body had learned to sustain itself on not much at all.
They rolled down an embankment. Pembroke refused to let go. And as the world spun around them, he hugged his arms tighter and tighter around the elf. The creature’s arms were pinned to its sides—powerless to break from Pembroke’s grip. The reindeer’s c**k had grown, reluctantly at first. His nose was flooded with the smell of the elf. Sweat. Not like the musky sweat from rutting deer, but softer, more fragile. The Kahani pollen powdering the cr
