Fate's Calling (Chapter 1) - Sex Stories

Fate's Calling (Chapter 1)

My eyelids slightly opened, and I saw tall green trees. They towered above the insignificant shrubs, reaching for the bright blue sky. The clouds slowly shifted like the clear water running down a stream beside me. A squirrel scuttered over to me, unafraid, and I attempted to lift my arm to shoo it away, but I had no control over my limb. After a few seconds, it lost interest and left as quickly as it had come. In my dream-like state, I felt a sharp pain coming from my abdomen, but it was more of a warm, numbing feeling. My eyelids drooped, and I fell back into my slumber. A young girl was strolling through the forest, collecting berries and leaves from certain plants. The lady had long black that fell below her shoulders, and a sharp, beautiful face with striking black eyes. She was medium height and had a curvy body. On her upper half she wore a thin layer of red fabric that exposed her cleavage, and on her long legs was a short black skirt. In one hand she held a basket that contained some berries and leaves she had picked, and the other hung at her side. The girl hummed a melodious tune that sounded through the forest, and birds chirped along with her. After half an hour of walking, she came upon a young man passed out, lying in a bed of blood-stained flowers. He donned used scratched armor. Next to him was a rusty iron sword that looked too worn to actually be used. She knelt down and placed her hand over his chest. The girl was relieved when she felt a slight, slow ...

... beating. She looked up and noticed his handsome face and short, black hair. After looking around and memorizing the area for a minute, the girl ran back in the direction she came from, clutching onto the sides of her basket with both hands so the contents would not spill. Birds and critters fled out of her path as she rushed home. About twenty minutes later, she reappeared, panting and dragging a small wagon. The girl used all her strength to lift the man into the wagon, then laid the sword next to its owner and headed home. I woke up under a blanket on a soft mattress, groaning. The first thing I noticed was the pain in my abdomen. The only thing I was wearing was a pair of briefs. I sat up, using my hands to steady myself. I was in a small wood hut. Light poured in from two windows on opposite walls. A door, which was just a flap of hanging fabric, was on one wall. There was not much in the room except a set of armor and a sword next to the mattress, and a little furniture. A mirror was lying on the floor. I bent over and picked it up, and looked at my reflection. I had short, black hair and dark eyes. I stood up and looked down at myself. My body was well built with little fat, and I was tall, but not a giant. There was a fire living the center, providing warmth. A pot was cooking next to it. The sizzling and occasional cracks of the fire comforted me, and laid the mirror down and I moved to the edge of the mattress to warm my hands over it. Another jab of pain coursed my ...