Fate's Calling (Chapter 1) - Sex Stories

Fate's Calling (Chapter 1)

... body, originating from the scar. I looked down at it. There was a piece of fabric covering it, so I gently removed and to get a look. The wound started at the left of my abdomen and rose in a slant to the right side. I placed the covering back, and wondered why I was here. I could find no memories in my brain. It was as if I had been born ten minutes ago. A girl walked through the door. She wears a red shirt that exposes her cleavage and a short black skirt. Upon noticing me, she immediately put on a smile and said, "You're awake." I opened my mouth to reply, but no sound came out, so I dumbly nodded in response. "I found you lying in a forest nearby, so I brought you here. You have been unconscious since yesterday morning when I found you. It's pretty late in the evening right now. Your belongings are next to the bed.” The armor and sword were mine, apparently. I must have been a knight or something. I tried my voice again. "Thank you," the words came out in a hoarse croak. Hearing this, she handed me a bowl filled with water. It was made out of a coconut husk. I did not realize I was thirsty until I saw the water. I drank slowly, rolling the tasteless liquid over my tongue and moistening my lips with it before swallowing. Eventually I emptied it, and my thirst was quenched. I handed the bowl back to the girl, who set it on the ground and sat down in a chair beside me. I noticed her attractive features, but tried not to stare. My member, however, had different ideas and ...

... hardened a little. She seemed not to notice, though. "What is your name?" the beautiful lady asked. I was about to answer when I realized I didn't even know my own name. I thought for a moment, looking down when I glanced at the black outline of myself staring back for me. "Hello, I'm Shadow." I attempted to smile, but my cheek muscles barely moved. "Pleasure to meet you Shadow. I'm Erida." After a moment of awkwardness, she started talking again. "I live here by myself. I used to live in a town five hours walk away with my parents until the king's men took them for supposed treason. I travel back there once in a while to buy supplies. I don't see many other humans around here. What's your story?" she asked. I wondered if I should tell her the truth or make one up. I decided that the truth would be best, as I owe her my life. "I don't remember. I have no memory past today." "Amnesia, I suppose," she shrugged. "It’s not too uncommon. That cut of yours is quite painful looking. You may want to find a doctor in my hometown, as it might get infected and I have no medicine." "That’s probably a good idea. I don't have anywhere to go anyways." I looked for something to break the silence. "Tell me about this king." "Of course. King Moros was just another commoner, but he amassed a fortune and became a nobleman. He became close with the old king, and secretly plotted the assassinations of his son and nephews. With nobody left in line when the king died, Moros took the throne and became ...