## Preface

Kiss the Witch
Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at https://archiveofourown.org/works/56998087.

Rating:
  Mature
Archive Warning:
  No Archive Warnings Apply
Category:
  F/M
Fandom:
  Slay the Princess (Visual Novel)
Relationships:
  The Long Quiet/The Princess (Slay the Princess), The Player | The Hero/The Witch (Slay the Princess), The Witch/Voice of the Opportunist (Slay the Princess), The Witch/Voice of the Hero (Slay the Princess, The Long Quiet/The Witch (Slay the Princess)
Characters:
  The Witch (Slay the Princess), The Princess (Slay the Princess), The Player | The Hero (Slay the Princess), The Long Quiet (Slay the Princess), Voice of the Opportunist (Slay the Princess), Voice of the Hero (Slay the Princess), The Narrator (Slay the Princess)
Additional Tags:
  Kissing, Making Out, Biting, Mutual Teasing, mutual distrust, Flirting, Basically imagine the fight when you try to slay Witch except it's a make-out session instead, Voice of the Hero tries to do right by the princess, Voice of the Opportunist is up for anything, Witch starts flirting to get the blade but is secretly into it, And the Narrator hates everything that happens, Humor, Romance, Sexual Tension, They are both very pent up and messy and have a ton of conflicting emotions, enemies to frenemies with benefits, is the best way to describe it, Enemies With Benefits, Enemies to Lovers, (but also still enemies), They hate each other just right, Content warning for graphic description of injury in chapter 2
Language:
  English
Series:
  Part 2 of Kiss the Princess
Stats:
  Published: 2024-06-29 Completed: 2024-10-10 Words: 9,842 Chapters: 2/2

# Kiss the Witch

by Vickysaurus

Summary

> The Witch and the Slayer can't trust each other, so they start flirting to convince the other to take the first step. Let's see where it leads them.

> (What if you could kiss the Witch?)

## Chapter 1: Kiss the Witch

Chapter Notes

> Exactly what it says on the tin: what if you could kiss the Witch? Don't expect this to go as smoothly as with Thorn, they still have a lot to get out of their systems at this point.

> Set after you meet the Witch and exchange some of the initial dialogue with her, establish you don't trust each other, she frees herself, etcetera.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

The Narrator: “The Princess, free from her shackles, awaits your next move, eyeing the hand hiding the pristine blade behind your back suspiciously. You’ve wasted enough time talking to her, she’s already freed herself from her chains. Every moment you waste increases the risk of her escape, so use the blade already and slay her.”

· “Listen. You need me to get out of here, so let’s just leave together.”

The Narrator: “What? No, that’s a terrible idea, you’re not supposed to let her out! Need I remind you that not only will doing so be the end of the world, but if what you’ve told me is true, she already killed you once using only her claws and teeth? What makes you think she’s not just going to maul you again when she gets the chance? You know she is dangerous and cannot be trusted.”

Voice of the Hero: “No, this is the right thing to do. We did betray her, we should make amends.”

Voice of the Opportunist: “And hey, there’s no harm in winning her trust back! Get back on her good side. Which just so happens to be right behind her back.”

The Narrator: “The Princess seems to sense your intentions, eyeing you warily. She moves a foot as if to step forward, then stops and stands her ground at the back of the basement. She squints at you.”

The Princess: “What are you up to, you hateful wretch? Trying to get me in range of that sharp, sharp knife of yours?”

Opportunist: “Nooo. No. Of course not. Why would she even think that?”

Hero: “We need to assure her of our good intentions, and you’re not helping.”

Opportunist: “You know she can’t hear me, right? I’m just offering up suggestions, spitballing, brainstorming, generating ideas, keeping our options open. No need to commit to anything yet.”

· “I’m really sorry for what I did to you. I really do want to help you get out of here. Because despite everything… I really like you.”

The Narrator: “The Princess looks shocked, a small blush appearing on her cheeks, clearly taken aback by that nonsense that just came out of your mouth. What do you think you’re doing?”

Opportunist: “Oh-hoh good one, maybe we can charm her into trusting us.”

The Narrator: “Yes, well, that would require you to be the one doing the charming, not the one being charmed…”

Hero: “I just thought it was a nice thing to say.”

The Narrator: “The look of surprise on the Princess’s face vanishes, her features hardening again.”

The Princess: “Oh, you like me, do you? No awful wretch swinging a knife around after he already used it to lethally kill me to death once has ever told me that before.”

Opportunist: “Hey, we’re hiding that knife behind our back, not swinging it around! She hasn’t even seen it yet!”

Hero: “She does have a point though, doesn’t she? We can hardly expect her to trust us if we’re holding a blade. Which she obviously knows we have.”

· “Never mind the blade, I’d like to get out of this basement, and I’d like to get out of it with you. Will you take my hand?”

The Narrator: “The Princess smiles, despite herself, but quickly hides it behind a sly smirk.”

The Princess: “If you really like me so much, then why don’t you get me a gift first? Be a good wretch and let me have the blade…”

The Narrator: “I hope I don’t need to explain this to you, but it would be a really, catastrophically bad idea to let her have the blade.”

Opportunist: “We are obviously NOT giving her the blade. That’s a backstabbing waiting to happen.”

Hero: “Look, I’m not saying give her the blade, but it really isn’t helping in this situation either.”

Opportunist: “Of course it’s helping, it always gives us more options.”

Hero: “Does it? Seems like the only options it gives us are bad options.”

· “I’ll give you any gift you want, including my heart, but I can’t risk you stabbing me in it.”

The Narrator: “The Princess laughs.”

The Princess: “Ohh, was that a confession hidden in those sweet, honeyed words? I’m not letting you anywhere near my heart, not until I’m the one holding that nasty stabby knife.”

· “We have to trust each other if we’re ever going to be more than this. And I want to. Don’t you?”

The Princess: “Remember, you’re the one who first betrayed me. So you’re the one who gets to prove to me I can trust you. With deeds, not your silver tongue and pretty eyes."

The Narrator: “The Princess… bites her lip and looks at you through her eyelashes.”

The Princess: "If you just let me hold that knife I’ll make it worth your while...”

Opportunist: “Ohhh good one, gotta respect the flirting to try and get her way. But we can give as good as we get!”

Hero: “Or maybe we should just get rid of the blade?”

The Narrator: “What did I just say about the difference between charming her and being charmed? Focus and slay her already!”

· “Don’t worry, it’s not like I could ever bring myself to harm something so beautiful."

The Princess: "But you already did harm me once, you wretched cutie, unless you're saying I'm more beautiful now than before?"

· "I'm very sorry I did, but you certainly are more beautiful than before. How could I not fall for your mischievous, disheveled look and your cunning eyes? You're just like me, we could get up to all kinds of mischief together. Why don’t you trust me and come over here?”

The Narrator: “Ugh, I can’t believe you two are making me narrate your disgusting flirting. The Princess blushes deeply and takes a moment to regain her composure as she twirls her hair around her claw and flutters her eyelids like she’s got something stuck in them.”

The Princess: “Oh, I’ll do a lot more than just that if you’ll just let me have that blade… After all, it’s not like you said all those sweet words just to seduce me so you can turn around and wretchedly stab me in the back, riiight?”

Opportunist: “Brilliant play, but we can do better…”

Hero: “Are you two just gonna keep circling each other forever? Let’s break this stalemate already.”

· [Put the blade down by the stairs] “I really can’t let you have the blade. But I shouldn’t have taken it either, it’s brought us nothing but harm and mistrust. Will you please take my hand?”

The Narrator: “The Princess eyes the blade warily, as if making sure it’s not an illusion, and then cautiously begins to creep towards you, never breaking eye contact, a coy smile baring her fangs. But it can’t hide the worry and suspicion in her eyes.”

Opportunist: “Good decision as always, boss, that’s why you’re the decision maker. But we’d better not let her get too close to the blade, let’s meet her in the middle. We can always sprint back for it.”

Hero: “Uh, yeah, we’ll walk toward her and offer our hand.”

The Narrator: “Stepping away from the implement vital to your task of saving the world, you offer your hand to the evil backstabbing monstrosity as you meet her face-to-face. For a long moment, she ignores it. Then she leans in close and sniffs at you, her nose twitching, the suspicion on her face replaced by curiosity and relief.”

The Princess: “You weren’t just playing, were you? You really do stink like a lovestruck fool.”

Hero: “That was a bit rude. She doesn’t exactly smell great herself.”

The Narrator: “She takes your hand, her claw surprisingly soft and sweaty in yours, and it trembles a little bit as your thumb strokes the hair on its back. She breaks eye contact nervously. Even though for some reason you don’t care about the fate of the world, I thought at least one of you had the sense to want to stab her.”

Opportunist: “And I’m not throwing that out the window just yet! But there’s other options to look out for too!”

· “I really meant it, you know. You’re even more beautiful up close.”

The Narrator: “The Princess bites her lip and bumps her hip against yours as she walks past you.”

The Princess: “Well, maybe you’re not so bad yourself. Your feathers are very iridescent. They look… nice and soft. Pettable.”

Hero: “Oh, she likes our feathers. They are very nice... Think she'd want to help us preen?”

Opportunist: “Don’t let her get past us, can’t let her get to the blade first!”

The Narrator: “You gently, but firmly, tug on the Princess’s hand and pull her back into an embrace. She looks up at you, an eyebrow raised and suspicion once again burning in her eyes.”

The Princess: “Oh? What happened to us getting out of here? You’re not just looking for a hug, you’re up to something, aren’t you, you nefarious wretch?”

Hero: “Oh no, we just got her to trust us. Uhh, what do we do? What do we do?”

Opportunist: “Well, I can think of one thing to do.”

· [Kiss the Princess]

The Narrator: “You rotten bastard. Fine. You move to kiss the Princess, but the moment you do, she jumps you, flattening you against the dirt floor. Your faces collide hard, and your teeth knock into each other. You’re not sure if you’re fighting or kissing for a moment, each of you trying to get the upper hand and pin the other down as you tumble over the floor. Her claws leave scratches up and down your back and your talons do the same to hers, a surprisingly pleasant pain blossoming as she growls at you. Your bruised lips break apart for an instant, just long enough to see her deeply flushed face, an angry yet passionate fire in her eyes as her warm breath hits you. Sharing her feelings, you find each other again, pouring every bit of mutual frustration, tension, attraction, and hate into the kiss. You pull on her hair and she pulls on your feathers, you grunt at each other like beasts, though whether in anger or delight you cannot say. Even her tail is wrapped tightly around you as you clutch each other far tighter than you need to, like you’re trying to crush yourselves into a single being or terrified that the moment you leave the other any space, they’ll use it to hurt you. Look what a mess you’ve made of yourselves.”

Hero: “Wow, I didn’t know we had it in us. Still, this is really nice, if a bit rough.”

The Narrator: “A bit rough? You part for a moment, lying next to each other absolutely covered in dirt and bits of root, your faces deeply flushed, a hundred scrapes and marks left all over yourselves. You just… breathe at each other for a little while. The Princess raises her upper lip, and you’re not sure whether she’s smiling at you or threatening you with her fangs.”

Opportunist: “Probably both. That’s what I’d do.”

The Narrator: “Noted."

The Princess: "Just so you're aware, darling, this changes nothing; you're still a hateful wretch, just a more fun one than I thought."

· "And you're pretty good at relieving the stress you caused in the first place."

The Narrator: "As you both catch your breath, you see her eyes flick to a point just past your shoulder.”

Opportunist: “We rolled right to the stairs, it must be the blade! Quick, distract her with another kiss but don’t let her know we know her plan!”

Hero: “Maybe she was just taking in our surroundings? We did roll quite a ways away.”

The Narrator: “I wish I had a stiff drink, I can’t believe you’re making me narrate more of this disgrace. You pounce the Princess and kiss her again, your bruised lips burning. She makes a sound that won’t leave your mind soon, and once again you’re a messy tangle of limbs on the dirt floor. She bites at your lip, not viciously but still hard enough to hurt.”

Opportunist: “We reach for the blade.”

Hero: “We are NOT using the blade, not when we’re making out with her, that’s really horrible.”

Opportunist: “We don’t actually need to use it, just as long she doesn’t get to! We reach for the blade, while making sure she doesn’t notice.”

The Narrator: “As you casually reach for the blade behind you, lips still locked with the Princess, she very much does notice, because your hand meets hers as it also probes for the weapon. She hisses and her remaining hand claws into your back as your reaching arms try to restrain each other. You are wrapped around each other like two fighting serpents, yet you do not stop kissing, roughly and angrily, with your teeth altogether too heavily involved. Her thighs catch you in a vicegrip as they try to crush your pelvis. You feel the back of your hand bump into the blade, a small cut adding to the many scrapes the rough roots and the Princess’s claws and teeth have already left. Look, if you want to fight her for the blade, be my guest, but could you please stop making out with her first?”

Hero: “I don’t know if we can. Or want to, really.”

Opportunist: “It’s fine, we’re having fun! As long as we’re the ones who get the blade first!”

The Narrator: “I don’t know why I bother. With your fingers intertwined so tightly your bones almost break, you both try and grab the blade with your thumbs alone. It shuffles and bumps along the ground, much like yourselves, and then… You succeed.”

Opportunist: “We got the blade?”

The Narrator: “Well, yes and no. Both of you are holding it together now, both your thumbs hooked around the hilt, the blade wobbling precariously. Your bloodied lips part and the Princess flashes you a disarming, yet dangerous smile."

The Princess: "Oh look, you found your knife again. What are you up to, you handsome wretch, don't you think there's plenty of better things for your grubby mitts to grab right now?"

· "I'm just putting it away safely, making sure we don't hurt ourselves. Very dangerous to have a blade around."

The Princess: "Don't worry, darling, just let me take care of it, and then I'll take care of you too..."

The Narrator: "She whispers it into your ear, emphasising her words with a bite as you both put plenty of force on the blade's hilt, your one-handed grips making it move randomly."

Hero: "Was that a flirt or a threat?"

Opportunist: "Why not bo-"

Hero: "Yeah, both. Okay, I know this is a long shot, but we should talk this out with her, just agree to let go of the blade together."

Opportunist: "No need to waste words, we know we can't trust her anyway. We got better things to do than talk right now."

· [Really kiss the Princess]

The Narrator: "You thrust forward with reckless abandon, throwing yourself into her, tasting her, your tongue feeling her fangs, your free hand reaching down and squishing her belly. The Princess, overwhelmed, lets her grip on the blade slack and you almost gain sole control. Almost. Because she manages to throw herself on top of you and pin your arm into the ground with a shoulder, giving her the moment she needs to regain her own slackened grip. Once more, you tumble and wrestle across the ground, her hairy limbs and your feathery ones all over each other, at constant risk of being accidentally cut by the blade. An overwhelming cocktail of conflicting emotions dulls, yet sharpens your senses, makes every single touch so very powerful and overwhelming. Your arms fighting over the blade cramp and twitch, yet neither of you has any intention of letting go. When the rolling stops for just a moment, the Princess flashes you a heavily loaded look through her eyelashes. She um, heads for your neck and starts kissing you there, her teeth nibbling at you gently, almost tenderly, her kisses sucking on your skin and leaving bruises behind. Suddenly you feel something long and fuzzy shoot up into your armpit, tickling you and making your body spasm involuntarily. Her tail. At the same instant her fangs dig deep into your neck, drawing plenty of blood, and together it’s enough to shake you for just the one moment she needs. You fumble the blade, the Princess snatching it away from you.”

Opportunist: “Aww, I was just gonna suggest kicking her in the shins.”

The Narrator: “But it’s too late. Within moments, the hair-pulling and tumbling and, ugh, kissing is all over. You find yourself pinned down on your back, the pristine blade’s tip pointed at your chest. The Princess is straddling you and she is quite a sight, her dress even filthier and more tattered than before and her hair resembling nothing so much as a bird’s nest, complete with some of your own feathers tangled in it, scratches and claw marks all over her face, shoulders, and chest. She cackles a victorious laugh. Her deeply flushed face splits in a huge gleeful grin as she purrs down at you.”

The Princess: “Now that was fun, you gorgeous wretch! But I win! I win!”

Hero: “Ohhh, we really shouldn’t have brought the blade down here… Maybe she won’t use it after all that? Maybe she'll be reasonable.”

Opportunist: “This is how it was always gonna go, it’s in our nature! But it should’ve been us with the blade. Still, gotta give it to her for outfoxing us.”

· “Good job, you got me.”

The Narrator: “The Princess’s smile turns truly wicked as she keeps the blade at your chest and lowers herself, whispering into your ear.”

The Princess: “Yeah, I do. So… What do you think happens now?”

Chapter End Notes

> The answer to that question is no longer left as an exercise to the reader, there's a second chapter now!

> The art of Witch can also be found at https://www.tumblr.com/vickysaurus-art/754988064406994944/narrator-but-its-too-late-within-moments-the?source=share

> Remember to leave a comment and let me know what you think! Comments are a writer's lifeblood.

## Chapter 2: Falling Under Her Spell

Chapter Summary

> With the Witch straddling him and a blade to his chest, things look bleak for the Slayer. But the Voice of the Opportunist has an idea on how to buy them a little more time. How long can the enemies with benefits survive each other's presence?

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

The Princess: “So… What do you think happens now?”

Voice of the Hero: “We’re dead, aren’t we? No matter how sultry that whisper was, there’s a blade at our heart and death in her eyes.”

Voice of the Opportunist: “We’re probably dead. But probably dead is alive for now, and that means we can do something to make sure we don’t end up dead.”

Hero: “Like what? If we try and snatch the blade from her, she can easily stab us first. She’s on top, she’s got all the leverage.”

Opportunist: “But do you hear her purr? She was having a good time, and we can make it last longer for her. She’s the one with the blade, after all, you should always make the one with the blade happy.”

· “Whatever you want, of course, Princess! I’m here for your pleasure.”

The Narrator: “I’m starting to wish she would just stab you and end this, because you emphasise your words by raising your thigh up to rub, um, between hers. The Princess’s vicious grin turns extra flustered, her eyes going wide.”

Hero: “Oh, I see. Think we can make her love us more than she hates us?”

Opportunist: “Of course not! But she does love what we do to her, and that might be enough to keep her from using her brain until we can snatch the blade… She’s still close by, shoot forward and kiss her while we keep the leg thing going!”

The Narrator: “A noise escapes the Princess as you find her lips once more, the blade poking you in the chest a bit as her body trembles and goes weak as you move your leg up and down between hers.”

The Princess: “Mmmpf, think this’ll – mmp- save your wretched life? I know what you’re up to.”

· “I’m not up to anything, Princess, I’m just really into how you outplayed me there. You’re so smart.”

The Narrator: “The Princess pulls back sharply and brings the blade up to your throat, giving it a small, shallow cut. She narrows her eyes at you and shows her fangs.”

The Princess: “Wrong answer, don’t try and insult my intelligence, you dirty little thing! I’ve got all the power now.”

Opportunist: “We’re no good at lying, so may I suggest we just stick with distractions instead? We don’t need to argue our case if we just make her feel she needs us.”

· “That’s why I’m yours to do with as you please. All yours, my cunning beauty.”

The Narrator: “Another purr escapes the Princess as your hands caress her stomach, her thighs twitching around yours. She glowers down at you, her face red as she bites her lip, the blade hovering at your throat as she debates whether to cut it. Finally, a particularly high and tender motion of your thigh sends a quake through her that makes the decision for her. She unleashes herself upon you, her mouth finding yours with fervid kisses and little bites while her claws rake through your feathers and leave yet more scratches. But only the ones on her right hand. Her left reaches for your back, and you can distinctly feel the blade’s tip poke you there, a subtle warning even amidst her wild, ecstatic kisses.”

Hero: “We’re making progress, but she still has those trust issues. Still thinks she needs the knife.”

Opportunist: “She does. You know she’s planning to kill us the moment she’s… satisfied, don’t you?”

Hero: “She wouldn’t! No way, that’s horrible!”

Opportunist: “Yeah… our horrible nefarious monster. But we’ll find a way to keep her going ‘til we can get the blade back.”

The Princess: “Don’t get the wrong idea, darling. I'm not falling for it. One wrong move, and you’re done for. Now tell me more about how cunning and beautiful I am...”

· “Well, you have to be cunning to beat me, right? You outfoxed me, beat me at my own game, utterly defeated me, and now you’ve got me right where you want me. Right where you need me.”

The Narrator: “It takes a little longer than you expect to say between the Princess’s ravenous kisses. Her body is all over yours, her hips grinding on your thigh, her claws pleasantly scratching your neck. It’s so thrilling you can almost forget the blade at your back.”

Hero: “It almost… makes it more exciting. Maybe.”

The Narrator: “The Princess pauses to flash you a smirk.”

The Princess: “I don’t need you, why would I need you? I assure you, I’m quite capable of stabbing my own back.”

The Narrator: “She brings the blade back into your field of view and mockingly caresses your jaw with it as you let your hands run downward over her soft flanks and hips.”

· “Aside from the obvious fun, you need me to leave here.”

The Narrator: “She grins a grin that’s as shiny and deadly as the blade as she presses it down a bit, just behind your jaw.”

The Princess: “Maybe I don’t care about leaving here as long as I get to cut your throat, wretch.”

Hero: “Sh-she can’t be serious. Oh, she’s laughing, it’s just a joke!”

Opportunist: “That’s not a laugh, that’s a cackle, she’s about to kill us! Quick, fire on all cylinders, really butter her up, get her too frisky to cut our throat!”

· “There’s nothing better than looking up at those sharp, blood-stained teeth and those clever eyes shining with joy. Princess, your laugh is a thing of beauty!”

The Narrator: “You tenderly let your hands stroke downward and soflty, almost lovingly caress the Princess’s body, fondling her curvy hips and, um, bottom as she grinds on your thigh. Strands of her messy hair fall over your shoulders and face. The Princess’s grin turns surprisingly genuine as she hears your compliment.”

Hero: “Hey, I’m sorry if this is crude, but does it feel to you like she’s not wearing, um, y’know…?”

Opportunist: “Hehe, isn’t she full of surprises? Princess after my own heart. Let’s keep the compliments to her beauty coming, team! We’ll shower her with them, touching every spot we compliment… and so get our hands right to the blade.”

· “And that’s not the only thing about you that’s beautiful. You’ve got these wide, strong hips…”

The Narrator: “You grope the strong muscles of her hip through her dress, letting your fingers press into them. The Princess bites her lip.”

· “...Your cute tail with the fluffy tip…”

The Narrator: “(Annoyed sigh) I suppose this is in service of your plan to take back the blade from her… You run a hand to the base of the Princess’s tail, incidentally giving her bottom a little tap, and stroke along her tail's short fur. Her purrs vibrate into you.”

· “...Your adorable soft tummy…”

The Narrator: “You let your hands move upwards to its soft curve and tenderly roll her chub between your fingers. Her purrs grow more intense.”

· “...Your beautiful, bouncy breasts…”

The Narrator: “I am not narrating that!”

Hero: “Killjoy. Felt good anyway.”

Opportunist: “Now, now, there’s no need to start insulting someone who’s doing such a good job just because He’s a bit of a prude.”

· “...Your soft arm hair…”

The Narrator: “You start petting down her arms, past her torn sleeves, only for her eyes, nearly closed in pleasure, to flash open.”

Hero: “She knows we’re gonna go for the blade.”

Opportunist: “The blade? Now why would we be interested in the blade? We’ll just go for a little misdirection…”

· “...And of course your twitchy, pointy ears…”

The Narrator: “Your hands slip up, brushing through her bushy, tangled mass of hair, letting its long strands run between your fingers on the way to her ears. With your other fingers at their back, your thumbs run over their various ridges and hollows as you slowly stroke from their base out towards their pointy tips. The Princess’s eyes close in bliss once more and her ears turn red as you caress them, her thighs squeezing your leg as she gasps in joy.”

Opportunist: “It’s knife time, boys! She’s definitely distracted now!”

Hero: “Okay, but we’re not using it, right? We’re just taking it away from her?”

Opportunist: “We’ll see what comes up, what options it presents, no need to commit to anything yet. Just get that blade.”

· [Wrestle the blade from the Princess’s grip]

The Narrator: “The Princess hisses in fury the moment she realises what you’re doing, but you have surprise on your side. Both your sweat-slick hands grab at the knife, claws out. Betrayal and hate flash in the Princess’s eyes as you struggle for it, each trying to wrest it from the other’s control. It turns towards her, then towards you, and then your mutual erratic movements send the blade slipping out of your slick hands, flying off into the far side of the basement. It bounces a few times before it stops, embedded between two roots. You and the Princess are frozen as you watch it fly. Then she sinks her fangs into your neck and plants a claw in your face, pushing off to go after it. But you grab a handful of hair and pull her back onto you, scratching at her face in return. Clawing and kicking arms and legs tangle as you both try and scramble over the other, the Princess biting everywhere she can find, her sharp fangs sinking into your flesh again and again. You growl and hiss at each other, pulling at hair and feathers and trying to gauge at eyes.”

Hero: “Stop it, this is pointless!”

Opportunist: “Yeah, and we’re trying to get a point!”

Hero: “But we’re just strangling and clawing each other and beating each other’s head into the floor and neither of us is actually getting anywhere! We were kissing just moments ago, can’t we just… make peace instead of fighting?”

Opportunist: “Ugh, you’re so naïve! There’s never gonna be peace between us and the Princess, except as a brief truce to plot and gain a new advantage.”

· “Truce! Princess, let’s have a truce, the knife’s not here, we don’t need to fight over it! OW!”

The Narrator: “The Princess chomps down on your shoulder and pulls back, ripping out a chunk of feathers and flesh. She doesn’t stop, her claw trying to find your neck to strangle you as you lie furiously entwined.”

The Princess: “But it’s right over there, and it’s mine, mine, mine, you wretched thing! Not yours!”

· “Stop it, the knife’s one way and the stairs the other, we can just leave now! Please, let’s agree to a truce and escape together, if you just stop going for the knife I will too!”

The Princess: “NO! I’m gonna pull out all your feathers, claw ribbons out of your face, bite your neck and step on your tail, I’m gonna break your stupid seductive fingers, and poke you in those pretty bird eyes!”

· [giggle coyly] “Hehe, and then what?”

Hero: “What?”

Opportunist: “What?”

The Princess: “What?”

The Narrator: “What? Um, the Princess stops for a moment, her mouth pursed and her face baffled, rage momentarily replaced by confusion.”

· “But seriously, we should have a truce! We can just get out of here now, neither of us needs to be hurt.”

The Narrator: “The Princess's eyes drift down to your hands, which ended up clasped during the fight, their fingers intertwined, scratches all over their backs. She squeezes tightly enough to make your fingerbones creak.”

The Princess: “What if I want you to get hurt?”

· “If you hurt me, I’ll just hurt you back and then neither of us will leave alive.”

The Princess: “Maybe that’s worth it to me to get to see you bleed out, wretch!”

The Narrator: “In spite of her words, you and the Princess are not currently fighting, holding hands as you’re frozen in mid-struggle, the eye contact intense as you lie right on top of each other. Your breaths are ragged, fast, both trying to recover first in case the fight resumes.”

Hero: “That’s really horrible, why is she like this?”

Opportunist: “’Cause she’s an irredeemable monster who hates us, of course. Do you see now why I’ve been trying to make sure we have the upper hand? Like, she’s real hot and a ton of fun, but in the end she just wants to kill us dead. The Princess is our enemy.”

The Narrator: “Couldn’t have said it better myself, though I have no doubt you’ll change your mind again next time it seems convenient.”

· “Why are you so mean to me?”

The Narrator: “The Princess looks startled, as if the question itself is inconceivable to her. Her eyes flashing with anger, her claws poke into your hand.”

The Princess: “Why am I so mean to you?! You buried your wretched blade into my back! I thought you were someone finally come to rescue me, a friend even, and you killed me the moment my back was turned! Did you really think I wouldn’t get my revenge? That I’d just let you get away with it? Fool, fool, fool! Ever since you came back, you’ve been trying to repeat your little murderous feat, to bury another knife in my back. You’ve shown me your heart, and it is hideous! Why wouldn’t I be mean to you?”

Hero: “Oh. Right. I guess we haven’t treated her very well.”

Opportunist: “What are you talking about, clearly she really enjoyed a lot of how we treated her along the way. That’s gotta be worth something as far as apologies go. And as for that little stabbing event, well, was it really our fault?”

· “I didn’t want to stab you in the back, but the Narrator, who wants me to slay you, made me do it! I’ve just been protecting myself from you since.”

Hero: “Did He really make us do it, though? He made the blade appear, but we were the ones who stabbed her with it.”

Opportunist: “Okay, technically, but she doesn’t need to know that. And besides, it wasn’t like we were gonna get a better shot at surprising her. I think it was a really clever move by our decision maker.”

The Princess: “Oh, none of it was your fault? A likely story. I can see you plotting behind those wretchedly pretty eyes, looking to betray me, but I’ll never trust you again, never!”

· “I’m really sorry for what I did.” [Kiss the Princess’s hand]

The Narrator: “You raise your clasped hands to your beak and kiss the back of hers. She looks down at it, a sour yet flustered look on her face.”

The Princess: “Ugh, you drive me crazy!”

· “Ah, but I also drive you crazy.”

The Narrator: “The Princess glowers angrily, and it seems like she might start biting and clawing again. Instead she stands up, lifting her sweaty body off yours. She pulls you to your feet, never letting go of your hand, and you’re once again nose-to-beak, your bodies pressed closely together, a smug smirk right in your face.”

The Princess: “After you then, darling. If we are to leave, it’s best if you go first, you’re the one it lets come and go.”

Opportunist: “After what she just told us? She basically admitted she’s just looking to backstab us.”

Hero: “Someone’s gonna have to show the other a bit of trust first if we’re ever gonna get out of this cycle, and it might as well be us.”

Opportunist: “Or it might as well be her! It’s much better if it’s her, because then she can’t backstab us about it. Whereas we’re very trustworthy.”

Hero: “Are we?”

Opportunist: “Well, we’ve never betrayed us.”

· “Ladies first.”

The Princess: “And let you run back for that nasty blade of yours? No, you’ve made it far too clear what your plans are. Should’ve been more sneaky about it like our first time, darling.”

· “What if we just… took the stairs together, side by side?”

The Princess: “They’re rather narrow, you trying to get all up in my personal space again?”

· [Pet her hand] “Well, it was a pretty fun place to be. Not a compliment, just a fact.”

Hero: “I do kind of miss having her all over us, even if she was fighting us half the time.”

The Narrator: “The Princess just slyly smirks as you start climbing the stairs, the fuzzy tip of her tail finding your face and brushing over it like a dry mop. Your hands still clasped, you’re forced to stand close together, half-facing each other on the narrow stairs. Your thumb brushes through the hair on her hand as you manoeuvre slowly to the exit, every step difficult with four clawed feet trying to climb the rough roots making up the uneven stairs at once. The Princess’s feline nose, pressed near you, twitches as she comes forward a little more and sniffs deeply. She flashes you a smug smirk.”

The Princess: “I should’ve thought of the smell before I entered a small tunnel with you, stinky wretch. Terrible mistake.”

Hero: “She should talk, drenched with sweat as she is.”

· “You don’t exactly smell of roses either.”

The Narrator: “But as you approach the top of the stairs, your bickering is cut short by the door suddenly closing and falling in its lock. You will not be able to leave until your task is done and the Princess slain.”

Opportunist: “Come now, there’s no need for that, surely you can see we were working on a plan to slay her as soon as we’re past this door? Trust me, we’ll definitely slay her the moment we step outside.”

The Narrator: “No, as a matter of fact, I don’t trust you at all. You’ve made it quite clear you’re at least as interested in… canoodling with the Princess as you are in slaying her, and will be quite happy to do either depending on which way the wind blows. Speaking of the Princess, she presses you up against the rough root wall, her forearm on your throat, angry sparks in her eyes.”

The Princess: “What kind of trick is this, you hateful wretch?”

· “I didn’t close the door, it was the Narrator! You were watching me like a hawk, you know it wasn’t me.”

The Princess: “A hawk that’ll rip you apart if you betray her again, darling. But fine, I suppose I’ll have to believe your ‘Narrator’ did it.”

· “He’s keeping me just as trapped as you are, I’m pretty upset about it too.”

The Narrator: “The Princess presses closer to you, mockingly running a hand over your cheek and chin and then letting it run further and further down.”

The Princess: “Aww, you poor little wretch, locked up with the scary sexy Princess, whatever will you do? Lucky for you, there’s more to me than a pretty face, watch this!”

The Narrator: “The Princess stretches out a claw to touch the root wall behind her, and the roots begin to shift and move all around you as she focuses intensely. Behind her, they start to separate, gaps appearing between them as they retract. Behind you, they shift and prod forward rather unpleasantly, in particular at your, um pelvic area.”

· “P-Princess?”

The Narrator: “The Princess strokes your cheek some more, her grin manic and her face beaded with sweat.”

The Princess: “Don’t you worry, darling, the roots of the wild will only crush you if I want them to. You’re perfectly safe in my hands.”

Hero: “W-we should be very nice to her from now on.”

Opportunist: “If she could get them to crush us, she’d already have done so. What if we called her bluff?”

· “S-so am I supposed to believe you don’t have a crush on me?”

The Princess: “How very droll, darling. Best be careful I don’t.”

The Narrator: “The narrow staircase shifts and the wooden door creaks as the roots behind the Princess retreat and form a rough upward shaft, while the ones behind you prod forward a bit more. Finally, they come to a halt. The Princess sniggers.”

The Princess: “There, I made us an exit. Keep up, darling.”

The Narrator: “In moments, she’s climbing up the rough shaft using all four limbs to hold on to the rough roots and pull herself up. You immediately dart after her and start climbing too.”

· “Slow down! Where are we going?!”

The Princess: “Up, up, up, you awfully slow wretch! If your Narrator closes the door on me, I’ll just find a way through the roof instead! You can come too if you don’t get too lost taking in the view!”

Hero: “The view? Why did she cackle like that, what does she- oh. Oh, wait-”

Opportunist: “We should look up right now!”

Hero: “N-no, we can’t, you felt what she’s wearing just as I did when she was doing the grinding thing. Or, what she’s not wearing.”

Opportunist: “Exactly! That’s why we gotta look. Can’t let this chance slip through our fingers.”

Hero: “Okay, that’s gross.”

Opportunist: “Nah, she may be a horrible little murderer and one of us is probably gonna kill the other before we’re out of here, but I’m sure she’s perfectly lovely down there.”

Hero: “I should’ve phrased that better. You’re gross.”

Opportunist: “What’d I do?”

Hero: “You’re seriously advocating for peeking up the Princess’s skirt ‘cause she’s climbing up above us?”

Opportunist: “Yeah, what better time to do it? Much easier now than when we’re on level ground. Come oooon, it’s not like we’re strangers to each other, she already rubbed the goods all over our leg, what’s wrong with taking a good look at them? She even teased us about it!”

The Narrator: “Of all the quandaries you could possibly be debating while the Princess climbs towards the roof, from where I will remind you she will bring destruction to the entire world…”

Hero: “The climb is a lot longer than you’d think, seeing the cabin’s exterior, isn’t it?”

Opportunist: “Yeah, which gives us extra time to take a good look at her! C’mon, you know you want to.”

· [Take a quick glance up]

Opportunist: “Oh, excellent compromise between taking in the view and not looking, boss, that’s why you’re the decider. Hehehe, she’s real hairy, isn’t she?”

Hero: “Y-yeah, wow, she is. Hehe, she’s so perfectly messy and squishy. Um, that was really inappropriate, though. We shouldn’t have done that.”

Opportunist: “Whatever, you still liked it. Don’t you think I have some of the best ideas around?”

The Narrator: “The Princess has reached the top of the shaft and crawls out, her feet pitter-pattering away rapidly. You rush after her. You’re in a large, chaotic, tangled space below the ceiling, high above the basement. The roots form both a ceiling above you and the rafters, the closest thing to a floor that separates you from a drop down to the basement, at least twelve metres deep. But the terrain is rough and there are many large gaps between the roots inviting you to plummet down. The largest of the gaps composes half of this chaotic attic, bridged by only a single narrow bridge of roots stretching from your side to a gap in the ceiling showing the starlit outside world on the other end. The Princess is running across the rafters, dodging gaps as she nears the narrow bridge to her freedom.”

Opportunist: “We have to stop her! If she gets outside first, she can just make the roots grow and keep us trapped in here forever – or worse!”

· [Run after the Princess and grab her tail]

The Narrator: “You take a sprint across the rough root floor, trying to dodge the ankle-breaking gaps in its surface, and grab a hold of the fuzzy tip of the Princess’s tail just as she starts to run onto the narrow root bridge. She yells out in anger and pain and rounds on you immediately, leaping at you and knocking you to the patchy root floor. She slashes at you with her claws, her face flushed.”

The Princess: “That is not for pulling on, wretch!”

· “You were gonna leave me behind! I had to do something to stop you!”

The Narrator: “The Princess mockingly smirks down at you as she pins your arms down.”

The Princess: “Oh, as if you’d miss me if I left without you! I know you, wretch, and I know you just wanted a final chance to stab me in the back!”

Opportunist: “Oh hoh, quite the reaction… Is her tail that sensitive?”

The Narrator: “You throw the Princess off you and try to pin her down instead. Your hand misses her shoulder and instead passes into a small gap between roots, and you fall down on top of her, your chins and noses bumping into each other. The Princess, almost as if by instinct, kisses you angrily, and… (Sigh) the whole kissing and scratching and biting and tumbling around business starts again. But this time, there’s big gaps in the ground a single stray movement could send you falling into.”

Hero: “It’s fine, we’re being careful. Not like we can keep our hands off each other anyway.”

Opportunist: “Yeah! Bite her ears, pull her tail, make her scream now that she doesn’t have the knife!”

· “Maybe I – mmpf- would miss you, ever think of that? Ever think about how much I like you, despite everything?”

The Narrator: “The Princess starts to reply sharply, but gasps in bliss as you nibble her ear’s sharp tip. She tries to start again, but you blow your breath across her ear and once again all that comes out are some inarticulate noises. On her third try, you give its back a lick and she furiously bats you away, snarling and grumbling, her face red as a beet.”

The Princess: “As I was saying: you can’t whisper your pretty little lies into me any more, you sexy wretch! I know me, and I know you, and I know you hate me, just as I hate you. This is just some fun, and you are rather entertaining in this way, but it doesn’t mean anything, does it?”

Opportunist: “Yeah, it’s just an itch to scratch, and she’s particularly good at scratching.”

Hero: “The way she says that, it’s like she’s trying to protect herself from her own feelings. Like she expects us to hurt them, so she’s not allowing herself to feel them in the first place. She’s almost pleading with us to go along with it. Like- Careful around that gap, it’s way too easy to fall through!”

Opportunist: “Hey, what if we weren’t so careful around the gaps? Be a very handy spot to dispose of the Princess while we leave.”

Hero: “Did you hear nothing of what I just said? You know we’ve already hurt her to the point she won’t allow herself to feel anything but arousal for us, right?”

Opportunist: “And that’s exactly why we should try and get rid of her before she does it to us! Look at her, you know she’ll land on her feet. She’ll be fine, and we can let her out later, after we’re safe ourselves. No-one’s actually getting hurt here as long as we win. But if we don’t, you know what’s gonna happen? We’ll have to cross that narrow bridge together. Whoever goes first will very easily be knocked into the depths by the person behind them, so we’re gonna be at an impasse again. If we just throw her back into the basement pre-emptively, it’ll make decisions so much easier for everyone!”

· “That’s not true, I really do like you and this means a lot to me. I’m so sorry I’ve given you cause to distrust me, but… Are you saying you don’t care about me?”

Opportunist: “Ohh, good one with the sad eyes.”

Hero: “She looks shaken. She expected this to go a particular way and that wasn’t in the script. But then she angrily shoves us away and sits up.”

The Princess: “Don’t you try and play me like that! We both know how this goes, try and trick me any other way you like, but not that one.”

Hero: “She thinks we’re tricking her! We weren’t tricking her, right?”

Opportunist: “Noooo, we’d never. On an unrelated note, there’s a big gap right on our other side and if we can get her distracted enough we can grab her and dump her into it by just rolling over.”

The Narrator: “You reach out for the Princess, gently combing a hand through her thoroughly tangled hair, removing some feathers and twigs as you hold her eyes, the long strands pleasantly tickling between your fingers and across the back of your hand.”

· “Princess, I know we’ve been enemies, but I feel we’re so much more than just enemies too. And I think we could make peace and maybe even be friends again. It's the only way we'll get out of here.”

The Narrator: “The Princess closes her eyes and wistfully leans into your hand, a deep sigh going through her body. Soft fuzz on her cheek brushes the pads on your hand. Then her eyes open piercingly. She grabs your hand and stands up, pulling you to your feet once more.”

The Princess: “Well, if we’re making peace, then we should get out of here together. Why don’t you go ahead and cross that bridge first, darling, since you so hated the idea of me going first?”

Opportunist: “Okay, yeah, but that was when she was way ahead of us. It’s so narrow, if we cross it right in front of her she’ll definitely just use the opportunity to throw us down into the basement. And that’s a deep fall. Let her go first.”

Hero: “I hate to say it, but you’re right. I’d love to establish trust between us, but she obviously doesn’t believe us and is just looking to knock us down. If we take the first step, we’ll get tossed into the depths for it.”

The Narrator: “You slide your arms around the Princess’s shoulders. A victorious little grin comes over her face as you speak.”

· “Of course, we should get out of here, but I’m in no hurry as long as I’m with you, my wildcat! Feel free to go ahead whenever you like, though.”

The Narrator: “The Princess rakes her claws all the way down the plumage on your back, leaving scratches down to the base of your tail. You and she take an almost dance-like step together, bringing you closer to the edge of the largest gap.”

The Princess: “Oh, I’m perfectly fine right where I am, with you. No, darling, I think we’re staying right here unless you make the first move.”

The Narrator: “She speaks very close to you, her voice a breathy whisper and her tongue waving invitingly as she speaks. You close the distance and kiss her, full of passion and fire, every bit of mutual desire filling you. But as you stand there snogging, luxuriating in each other’s presence, the touch of her soft body all over yours, it’s like you’re dancing a deadly dance, gently but firmly pacing and manoeuvring each other to try and get them to the edge of the big gap. With little room to spare, the Princess’s leg strokes your inner thigh, and as your knee goes weak, she pushes against it, but you manage to regain your composure enough to plant it just on the edge instead of in the abyss as she wanted.”

Opportunist: “She’s also trying to use her hands around our waist to steer us into it. But that’s okay, two can play at that game, and if we’re right by the edge so is she. Now it’s just a matter of who can catch the other off guard enough to throw them off, and I think we know how to make her knees weak…”

The Narrator: “(Sigh) At least this disgusting nonsense is in service of an attempt to throw the Princess down into an abyss several storeys deep. Both of you teetering on the edge as you kiss passionately, you let your hands wander down to her ample bottom. Gently, teasingly, you grab a hold of one buttock and fondle it, digging your fingers into its soft, yet sturdy flesh. The Princess gasps and breathes through her teeth, but then your other hand finds the base of her tail and curls around it. You let her tail run through your fingers, gently stroking it, before giving it a pull. She moans and goes slack in your arms.”

Opportunist: “Time to pull some moves! Her knees weak, we give her a final kiss and dip her beneath us, right over the abyss. Then we let go and drop her! Our lips will be the last thing she touches."

The Narrator: “Not a bad idea, but the very moment you let go, the Princess tightly wraps her legs and arms around you, claws digging into your back. Her manic, deeply flustered grin is right up in your face and she gives your lip a bite.”

The Princess: “Nice try, you cunning wretch. But if I go down, you’re coming with me!”

The Narrator: “She hangs her full weight on your body, pulling you forward. It’s impossible to balance, even with you stretching your tail as far back as possible, and you teeter over the edge for a single, heart-stopping moment.”

· “P-Princess, we’ll fall, we can still step back, I-I didn’t mean to-”

The Princess: “But you did. And so did I. And it was only ever going to end like this!”

The Narrator: “She stretches out her leg and kicks your knee out from under you. She cackles with glee as gravity disappears and you go into freefall in each other’s arms. Your stomach does a flip as you lose all control over the situation, both of you doomed to fall all the way to the basement. There are no choices left to make, no opportunities to grasp, save for one. As you fall, you fiercely kiss the Princess one last time, pouring all your anger and regret into it. And she reciprocates in kind, with a reckless, loving abandon you haven’t felt from her yet. For just a few seconds, you are finally free and together, your games a thing of the past, only the strange passion you share remaining. There’s nothing to worry about any more, no more betrayals to plan and be on guard against, there is just you and her as you fall to the ground weightlessly. You can love her and be loved at last.

When the impact finally comes, it shatters bones and teeth, the two of you landing in a crumpled heap. You gasp and try to recover your breath, but it’s very obvious there’s no recovering from this. The Princess looks to be in at least as bad a state as you. And yet through the pain she throws you a smug grin. You try to say something, but you can’t breathe, your lungs pierced by shards of your ribs.”

Opportunist: “Oww, this sucks! Is our back broken? It feels like our back is broken.”

The Narrator: “There’s a lot more than just your back that’s broken, but yes.”

Hero: “This is it, then. We could’ve made it out together but we just had to be enemies instead of friends. What a mess.”

· “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything. We could’ve been so much better for each other.”

The Narrator: “You barely manage to croak out the words. The Princess laughs and coughs up blood and bits of bone.”

The Princess: “Don’t make me die laughing. By our very natures, we could never have made it across that abyss. We would’ve ended up in a heap down here no matter what. You know it as well as I do… Now we’re going to die together, and isn’t that a lovely treat? I hate you, but I wouldn’t have it any other way…”

But you don’t get a chance to respond. Something has taken her away, and it’s left something else in her place. Your memory returns.

Hero: “She’s gone. Where did she go? Should we try and find her? And is that a… mirror? Why is it here? Why now?!”

You approach the mirror, your body, in as far as you still have one, mended and responsive once again.

Hero: “I’m begging you, don’t look at it, it feels awful.”

But you approach the mirror anyway. “It’s… gonna be okay. You were afraid last time too. All of you were.”

Hero: “Last time? Please, this doesn’t feel right. It feels final.”

Opportunist: “If he thinks it’s bad, I’m with him!”

But the voices feel small, distant, as you approach. Silence as you reach forward. The mirror made them leave once again. It’s time for you to see what’s in it.

You’ve grown.

You pass through the Long Quiet. There’s a cold, misty feeling to it, as if rain might fall from the void. Numbly, your regrets weighing on you, you make your way to the cabin, to Her. It isn’t long before you see Her, the Witch tenderly held in Her many arms. Last time, you feared Her, She had been an unknown that had easily subdued and taken away the enraged Razor. But now you know Her, and you feel nothing but regret as you look upon Her.

"Flickering lights in empty cityscapes become pockets of vitality and movement. I am more than I was before. Whenever you are ready, I will wipe your slate clean once again.”

"I’m sorry,” you say.

"You have nothing to be sorry for,” She says softly. “You have brought Me an entirely new perspective, a vessel to pour Myself into and explore the contours of you and Me from. You’ve done well.”

"But I didn’t,” you say, “I really hurt her, from the very beginning, and never stopped. It’s a bitter perspective to give You. It wasn’t like last time, last time I did my best but she hurt me anyway. This time it was my fault at least as much as hers. We both hurt each other in spite of everything we shared.”

She moves the Witch’s hands over her heart in a conciliatory gesture. “The vessels are shaped by their memories of you, but their impulses are drawn to the edge of the Long Quiet. To them you are a gateway to something more, and any hurt you’ve caused them is understood as a fair price for freedom. But they are only thoughts and perspectives. They are not Me. The wounds they’ve suffered carve texture around My heart.”

"Still,” you say, “this was a disaster, and it could’ve been so much better. There was hope here, actual passion and connection. I… could’ve done better by her. I know I could have.”

"She does not believe that,” She says. “She thinks it would always have ended this way. She believes betrayal is in our natures. She wants Me to tell you not to beat yourself up over it, she’d rather do that herself. Perhaps the next vessel you retrieve for me will show us she’s wrong.”

That cheers you up. “Yes… The next vessel, you’re right, I can do better by her! I’m going back to her, to the Witch, and I’m going to make things better.”

"That path leads to a perspective I have already made My own,” She says. “To find her again would be useless to Me. She is inaccessible to you now. The only paths of value are those that are yet untread.”

"No, it-it wouldn’t be useless! Think about it, You’ve seen what happens when we continue to betray each other, but what if we grow past that? What if we forgive each other? I know I can just start over completely, but I wanna do right by her, not just by You, if that makes sense. Such an outcome would show You very different things about us, she’d have a very different perspective, even if the beginning of the story was the same.”

She clusters around Herself contemplatively. “But there are so many other vessels to be collected, and they will all show us much about ourselves. Do you truly think there is value in revisiting this one?”

"Yes,” you plead. “Please, let me return to her, You will see how different we can be, it won’t be like this again, I swear.”

A hand tenderly touches your cheek. “Very well. I can see gaining this perspective is important to you. I am curious what else you and she can show Me. You have my permission to return to her. Show Me this path of reconciliation, show Me the way we could have forgiven each other against all odds.”

"Thank you,” you whisper, looking at the Witch’s sleeping face. You talk to her now, rather than Her greater self. “I’m gonna find a way to do right by you, no matter what we put each other through along the way. I'm going to save us, and we're going to forgive each other. I promise.”

Chapter End Notes

> If you want to see how TLQ's attempt to achieve peace and forgiveness with the Witch ends, simply read the next entry in this series and enjoy Kiss the Wild!

> Let me know in the comments what you thought of this chapter, comments are a writer's lifeblood!

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