In the calm before the storm, he reflects on his history with the Warrior of Light.
- Part 1 of Emet-Selch Love
“Come now, hero; now you choose to put up a pretense of modesty?” he sneered, “After all this time, now that I’ve explored every inch of that frail, weak body?”
You didn’t know how this all started, how things turned out this way. You shudder as his hands ghost over your body. You didn’t want this; you shouldn’t want this.
But your heart yearns for it, yearns for him. And you’ve no idea why.
- Part 2 of Emet-Selch Love