Gay Erotic Stories

The forest of Labrador was calm as usual. Bird chirps could be heard from far away. Various animals were seen in every corner. The peace was overwhelming, but not for the two companions. They made a camp two miles away from the village. Around them were thick walls of trees of the Labrador forest. The day was pretty hot for an autumn day. Atrus looked at the surroundings to make sure they were not being watched. His instinct told him it was safe. He returned and found that the girl had made two piles of fallen leaves for both of them to sit on. She was eating her own meal. Atrus sat on the leaves, opened his backpack and took a sandwich Sylvia had made for him. They ate in silence. The girl sometimes looked at him, but he had learnt to completely ignore her. He knew the girl knew he was mad, but he didn't care. He could feel his anger was satisfied by his behavior. Atrus finished his meal quickly, then using his backpack as a pillow he laid down to the ground. But instead of falling asleep, he quietly listened to his guest in front of him. He could hear her slowing down her eating. She was watching him, he thought. But then he heard the voice he wouldn't expect to hear. It was a sob, and it came from her. He opened one eye and saw that she was sobbing softly. He grew tired of this annoying girl. His anger came again, and he quickly sat erect. "WHAT? I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU, WHINER!" But when he looked at his guest, he was startled. She was indeed crying softly. Her eyes were moist with tears. Slowly his anger faded away, replaced by regret that he had just yelled at her. "Forgive me..." was all he could say. Both of them were silent for while, until she spoke up with her choked small voice. "You... hate me..." Atrus was stunned with her words. He didn't argue. He had hated her all right. He just sat there, staring at the weeping little girl. "Why...?" She managed to say. "Why what?" Atrus asked. "Why would men be attracted to women just because of sex...?" "That's not true!" "YOU'RE LYING!" She countered. Atrus didn't answer. Something had to have happened to this girl that made her think that way, he thought. He let her draw another breath. "You were kind to me so I will fall for you and make love to you..." She said. Atrus couldn't accept such accuse. "I was not! I just wanted to thank you!" "You're lying again. You have no right to call yourself a Ranger!" "In the name of the Guardian, I'm telling the truth!" Atrus defended himself. "SO BE IT! BANISH EVIL!!!" She held her hands high over her head and produced a green ball of fire. Then the greenish fire shot out to Atrus' unmoved body. The fire quickly engulfed his body from head to toe. "The holy fire will burn body and soul of liars like you! Feel the wrath of Guardian!" Then she was shocked. Atrus just sat there, unmoved, looking at her. The fire was still burning around his body, but he didn't feel any pain. His body stayed intact. A moment later the fire disappeared. She looked at him in horror. "It can't be... You... you're telling the truth..." Then the little girl collapsed and fainted. When she woke up, the forest was dark. The sun was gone, and the only light existed was the one came from the fireplace to her right. She was lying on a pile of leaves. She could feel the cold breeze touching her face, but her body was warm. Something was covering her; it was a blanket. She sat down slowly, fighting the dizziness in her head. Then she saw him in front of her. He was sitting near the fire, cooking something. It didn't take too long until he noticed her waking up. She looked into his deep blue eyes, and then the memories came back. She remembered everything she had done to him. Tears filled her eyes again. She wiped them out, hoping he didn't notice, but it was too late. When she opened her eyes again, he was sitting right in front of her. This time he was very different. No sign of hatred existed in his eyes. His expression was calm and tender. "You've been asleep for at least six hours. How are you feeling?" Six hours? Had he done anything to her while she was asleep, she wondered. But she got rid of that thought immediately. She just nodded. "Then you'll be fine. I examined your body. You were just all spent. You used up your power in your spells." He examined her body? Again the same question arose. But he could read her mind. "Don't worry. A Ranger won't do such thing." He stated. She felt sorry for doubting him. She lowered her head and said, "I'm... I'm sorry, I..." "I understand. I'm sorry for being too harsh to you." She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. She felt no lies in his expression. She began cursing herself again for her past treatment. She wondered if he would accept her back. "Perhaps we could start with some proper self introductions. My name is Atrus White Lion, a Ranger trainee." He waited patiently until she spoke up. "Adriana Freesland, priestess of Lycra." "A priestess? You're a priestess?" She heard him ask. Of course he would ask. The Lycra clan was one of the best magic users in the Land of Aragon. A sharp pain stroked her heart as the painful memories came again. The memories that she wanted to forget. He noticed the change in her expression. "If you don't mind, you can tell me what's wrong. I'm ready to listen." She hesitated. Telling such story would be a disgrace for her, but she had no honor. No honor was left in her. She just lowered her head in shame. "Very well, then, I understand." He turned away and headed back to his cooking. Her mind raced again. He might be the only one who could understand, she thought. "W...wait... I will tell you... But please don't tell anybody..." She hated it when her voice sounded very helpless, but she couldn't control it. If she held it any longer, she's going to burst. He smiled. "I need to look at our dinner. I'll be right back." She waited for him in confusion. She thought about the things she was about to say, but her mind was blank. She just looked at him as he checked their meal. Five sticks with fish on the end were around the fire. Then she realized how hungry and thirsty she was. Then he returned with two well-grilled fish and a glass of water. She drank greedily; the taste of cool fresh water cleared her dry throat. He sat down in front of her, handing out her fish, then looked at her expectantly. She slowly began her tales. "I... am no longer a priestess. I got kicked out..." She grasped for another breath. "Because... I'm no longer... a virgin..." She waited for his reaction, but none came out. He sat there patiently, looking at her. "I was an orphan. My mom left me in front of the door of the Lycra Shrine, North of Aragon. Then the priestesses adopted me and taught me the art of magic. However, I haven't made any friends there." "How come?" She heard him ask. "The Shrine head told me that I was born with bad luck in my blood. Everywhere I go and everything I do always brings trouble. That's why the priestesses hated me." Her voice was choked as she fought the tears in her eyes. "But I withstood everything... until one day..." This time she couldn't hold again and began crying softly. She then felt his hands took her small hand and squeezed it, trying to soothe her. She regained her strength. She's not going to stop. She was going to tell him everything. "I was sent with some priestesses to a village near the shrine to help some war refugees. I was left in a camp alone to cure some wounded soldiers. I didn't know it was going to happen..." She hesitated, her voice was getting softer, "They... they... raped..." Before she could finish her last sentence, Atrus grabbed her slim body and pulled her close to his body. "That's enough, Adriana. I'm sorry I made you remember this again." New tears sprang from her eyes. She began crying in his arms, this time she didn't hold back. She cried and cried like a little girl, trying to release all tensions she had been keeping for all this time. Atrus tried his best to comfort her. He now understood everything. That's way she had been so harsh to him. Her memories kept her from accepting any men because of her fear. She thought all men were liars and sex beasts. He felt sorry for her. In her cry, he could feel her loneliness, her eagerness of having a friend she could trust. Quietly he vowed that if she wanted him, he would be ready to be her friend. It took some time until she regained her courage again. She let herself go, then sat facing the fire. Atrus hadn't paid any attention on her since she slapped him. She wore her priestess costume with green ribbon on her hair. Her green eyes reflected the firelight perfectly. Her lips were small and delicate. Her face was very pretty. She noticed that he was looking at her. "You're the first man I ever allow to examine me thoroughly." She said. "I'm most honored." Atrus smiled. "So tell me, what are you doing here in this forest?" Adriana took a sip of her tea and then answered, "I have nowhere else to go. Therefore I'm going to do the thing only fools might do." She paused for a while, looking at him. "I'm going to find the Champion of the Guardian." Atrus couldn't hide his surprise. "You mean the guy in that prophecy?" "You've heard the prophecy before, haven't you?" "Yes, I mean, who hasn't? But nobody believes it. How could a man defeat the darkness by himself? Don't tell me you believe the bullshit..." "I do believe it, Atrus. It's not bullshit. The Dark Age is indeed here. All that we need is to find the lone warrior." She stated. "But according to the prophecy, the guy you're looking for is supposed to be in the palace. He's supposed to possess royal blood. What are you doing here?" Adriana looked at him deeply. "You mean you believe that Prince Roberto, son of King Edward? He's such a jerk! He can't be the warrior!" "He's a good guy, I think... Although he's a bit pervert... But King Edward has only one son!" "Haven't you heard that the king had another son, but he was lost fifteen years ago?" "You mean Prince Alfredo? He's lost! Gone for years! Do you think he's the one?" Atrus kept on asking. But Adriana blew a sigh. "I know it's dumb, and I won't ask you to believe me any further. But I'm going to look for him. And somehow I know I will eventually find him." "I believe you will." Atrus nodded. He didn't completely believe that the prophecy was true, but he didn't think it was wrong. Until now every event was well predicted by the prophecy. The demons might be what the Dark Age was all about. Also, there seemed to be no end of this bloody war. If this long lost prince was really the chosen one, then he might be the lash hope of survival for every race in the land. But he quickly switched his attention back to the present business. He yanked her hand that was holding the fish, reminding her that she forgot to eat her meal. "Eat before it gets cold. We will scout again tomorrow for the bandits. I have a feeling they're not far away from here." Adriana just nodded, then began eating the fish. Not bad, she thought. "This is delicious. You should teach me how to make this." "Nah, I believe you can do a better job." Atrus told her as he walked to the fire. "I'm a priestess. I can't cook." Atrus gave her a skeptic look and said, "WHAT? YOU CAN'T COOK? EVEN I CAN COOK!" This time Adriana couldn't help but frowned. In the Land of Aragon, it was a big disgrace for a wife if she couldn't cook for her husband and family. Therefore, all girls had to learn how to do most of housework since they were young. "AAARGH! MY FISH ARE BURNT TO ASHES!!!" The girl tried to fight back, but her strength was no match for the bandit. The villain threw her to the ground and pinned her body with his. He then grabbed her thin fabric and tore it into pieces, leaving her naked. The girl, knowing that she had lost the fight, tried in vain to cover her nakedness. She could only cry as the bandit stared at her, stripping her pride. The muscled thug then spread her legs as wide as possible that she yelped in pain and humiliation. The girl repeatedly begged for his mercy, but he didn't care. Without any proper foreplay he rammed his hard prick deep into her vagina. A loud cry of agony was heard throughout the forest. The bandit began thrusting in and out her pussy. Blood poured down her vagina as he fucked her mercilessly. Only within a few minutes the girl fainted, but the thug pressed the tip of his lit cigar to her nipple, making her wail and bringing her back to the real world. The torture continued until the bandit reached his climax and shot his load deep inside her. Then he dropped the girl to the ground and let her fainted again. He looked to the sky and yelled a cry of victory. The poor girl was not the only one. There were at least ten of them. They were being used and tortured in various ways around the bandits’ encampment. And all Atrus and Adriana could do was watch. The two companions had found the bandits camp and were now spying on them. They stayed behind the bushes only a few meters from the camp. "Atrus, can't we just charge them right now and free those girls?" Adriana asked. Her voice was full of misery. "And make ourselves vulnerable to them? Only fools rush in, my dad always said. After all, if we attack now, we might endanger the hostages." Atrus explained quietly. "We can disarm a few bandits and use their clothes to sneak in." Adriana suggested. "And how about you? I believe you want some actions, am I right?" Atrus' answer silenced her. He was right. There was no female bandit in the group. The only females were the hostages. If she appeared in person, their cover would be blown. "So what should we do? I can't stand looking at these tortures any longer..." "Going back to the village will be useless. They are pretty near to the village. We have to stop them ourselves." Atrus stared at Adriana. "I like your idea, though. You see those barrels?" Atrus pointed at a pile of wooden barrels sitting next to a tent. "Gunpowder?" "Precisely. The tents were all made of fabric. I believe there are more barrels around the camp. If we can get close enough to the barrels and ignite them, we can burn their camp, and hopefully their supplies. Therefore they will have no choice but to retreat." "Brilliant, Atrus." Adriana looked at Atrus in awe. "But how do I get past the guards?" "We'll use your plan. We'll wait here until dark." The camp was actually bigger than they thought. The surrounding was dark and gloomy. The bandits had started the fire and lighted the torches. Supper was being prepared. The thugs were gathering around the fire with their hostages. Atrus walked slowly with the crowds. He wore one of the bandits' outfits from a fellow he had smacked earlier. Adriana followed only a foot behind him. Her skirt was ripped, revealing her well-shaped thighs. Her blouse was also torn here and there. She had taken off her gloves, boots, and ribbon. Two pairs of chains hung on her wrists and ankles. She didn't want to know where Atrus got these things. From afar, she looked like an ordinary hostage. Adriana kept her distance as close to Atrus as possible, for she didn't want to attract any attentions from the bandits around them. Her manacles, although were locked loosely by Atrus himself, prevented her from moving freely. She tripped herself once and a while, only being held by Atrus before she fell. Luckily, the thugs around them were too hungry to pay any attentions to them. Atrus' prediction was right. The barrels were scattered all over the camp. The bandits, not expecting an ambush, had set their camp recklessly. As they approached a huge tent, Atrus moved slowly closer to the tent. Then in a quick succession, he slipped his hostage in behind the tent. Adriana immediately hid behind the tent and watched Atrus as he walked casually toward the campfire. Now everything was up to her. All she had to do was to sneak into the temporal guard post in the center of the camp, only a few meters in front of her. There she could have a clear shot to almost all barrels around the camp. Atrus would make some distractions to buy her time to escape the fire later. She quickly took off all the chains from her body then crawled stealthily to the base of the tower. The tower was made primarily of bamboo poles tied up together with ropes. The construction was simple so that the tower could be taken off or reinstalled in an hour or so. A small wooden ladder was laid on west side of the tower. Adriana concentrated her instinct, trying to observe the top of the tower. One life form, looking at north, sleepy. She could see that he was carrying a curved sword and a torch. She felt lucky she had such skill. She began to wonder if Atrus would appreciate her skills. No, she thought. Atrus was a great warrior. He didn't need her at all. Atrus wouldn't be interested in going after the Champion of the Guardian. He had his own life and she had hers. She had hoped Atrus would join her journey by promoting the prophecy and her crazy dream. Now she felt that she had been so selfish. Then she felt a movement in her mind. The guard had turned East. This was her chance, she thought. She quietly climbed the ladder. The wood made cracking sound for every step she made, but the singing around the campfire had begun, concealing her noisy approach. Just when she was halfway to the top, she felt the guard moved again. This time he moved to her position! She could see the guard at the top of the tower. He was a big man, all right. She stood still on the ladder, hoping that he would not notice her. The Guardian listened to her prayer. The guard just yawned then returned back to his post, facing east. She wiped the sweat off her forehead then began climbing again. When she was about to reach the top, she quietly chanted the sleeping spell to the man. She didn't need too much power for that, for the man was already sleepy. The guard slumped to the floor then began snoring loudly. The tower was basically simple and empty, but she could see nearly the entire camp complex from there. She began to note all the barrels lying around the tents. As a magic apprentice, she only had one harmful spell, magic missile. And she hadn't practice much for her accuracy. This time she had to do this right. Softly she prepared her magic missile spell. The campfire was big and bright. Several men were roasting wild beasts on he fire. The others gathered around the fire, singing and yelling at one another. Some thugs were playing around with their poor hostages as their screams were joined by the bandit's laughter. The bandits had made this forest into their heaven. Now it was going to be their grave. Atrus tugged his cloak closer to hide his face. The air was uncomfortably hot for his, for he didn't really like being in the crowds. His right hand rested on his sword, concealed by the cloak. He sat down on the grass, watching the bandits. All he had to do was wait for Adriana's signal. Then suddenly somebody fell down on Atrus' back, pushing him forward. When he turned to face the threat, he saw that a hostage had been tripped by a group of bandits. She just lay on the ground, sobbing and breathing heavily. Her body was covered with mud and bruises. Her wrists were tied together with a piece of cloth. Her black hair was soaked with sweat and mud. Except for her restraint, she was practically naked. "Come on, brother!" One of the bandits yelled at Atrus. "Do her! Give us a good show!" The girl looked at him with her pleading eyes. Her body was trembling as she fought her tears. "Please, sir, have mercy..." Her voice was small, but full of fear. Atrus quickly grabbed her small body and pinned her to the ground. She was too weak to fight back, but managed to let a loud scream. The men around them began to cheer him up. The girl gave up the struggle and let Atrus kissed her tender neck. "Don't worry. We're here to help. Now moan as loud as you can." Atrus instructed her softly near her ear to prevent the bandits from hearing. It took a few seconds for the girl to understand. She began to moan every time Atrus kissed her. Atrus just probed her body with his finger before kissing her earlobe. "Take all hostages to the village of Labrador. I'll meet you there. Understand?" The girl let a soft moan, signaling that she understood. Atrus sat near her crotch, spreading her legs wide despite her cry of protest. Come on, Adriana, he thought, give me your signal! "Wait a minute, I know you!" One of the bandits exclaimed. Atrus turned to see him. He was the bandit leader he had fought in the forest earlier. "Uh, hi, pal, I'm Johnny, a bandit from the West..." Atrus quietly cursed himself for not being good at lying. "Traitor!" The bandit yelled. "We have a traitor here..." Suddenly a big ball of fire erupted from the north side of the camp. Suddenly the sky became really bright and fire appeared in some tents. The bandits were all stunned. Atrus quickly grabbed the girl's hand and pulled her through the crowds. Once they were hidden in the crowds, Atrus suddenly yelled, "We're under attack! We're under attack!" This created a great confusion among the bandits. They began running to their tents to grab their scattered weapons. When they were ready for combat, they couldn't tell who were their friends or foes. Another explosion occurred in the east side of the camp, engulfing the tents and creating a chain reaction with another set of barrels. The bandits, confused like crazy, began killing and stabbing each other. However, Atrus had no time to be confused. He took the girl's hand and dragged her to the perimeter of the camp, telling her to stay there. Then he drew his sword and got into the fighting crowds again, looking for the rest of the hostages. Adriana launched her last magic missile to the center of the camp. The white ball appeared from her hands and soared to the barrels, destroying them. Fire had engulfed half of the camp and Atrus was making trouble in the south part. The air was very hot, and she noticed that fire had begun to crawl near the guard tower. She had to get out of there, or she would be burned to death. Her legs were trembling as she stepped down the ladder. The magic missiles she had launched had drained her energy. Her sight began to grow dim. Carefully she went down the ladder, using her hands to keep her from falling to the ocean of fire beneath her. Her consciousness began to fade and her grips grew loose. "I'm... sorry... Atrus... I... can't..." Then her grips let go and she fell...only to find herself in Atrus' arms. "Adriana! Are you okay?" She slowly opened her eyes. "Atrus? I... can't..." She could feel the intense heat of the fire behind them. "You can't give up now! I need your help!" He needed her help, she thought! Atrus needed her help! Her brain began to work harder than ever, ordering her heart to beat faster. She could feel new power came to her. She began to regain her consciousness despite the extremely hot air around them. Her feet reached the ground and gradually supported her weight again. She looked at him in anticipation. "What can I do for you?" Atrus smiled at her. "Thanks for returning back to real world." He pointed to the west side of the camp. "I left some hostages there. Take them out of here. Run as far as you can go. I'll try to hold them off." She looked at him in disbelief. "But you could get killed! Let me go with you!" “Don't worry about me! You're the only one I can trust to bring them back home!" Adriana was stunned. He... he trusted me... A stray bandit ran toward them with his curved sword in his hand, but he was no match for Atrus, who quickly slashed him with his sword. "Go! I'll catch you up later!" Then Atrus ran back to the confused crowds. "Atrus! Be careful!" She cried. Then she ran to the direction Atrus showed her. Behind her, the bandits began to disperse and scatter. Adriana kept on running and running, despite of the numbness that swallowed her feet. The eight other girls ran close behind her, suffering the same torture on their feet. Running in the forest barefoot was not a good idea, but they had to do that to escape the fire that had began to engulf the trees nearby the camp. Behind them, the land had become the hell on earth. Yet she kept on running. Many times she failed to dodge the raised roots of the trees, but managed to get back up and run again. She would run until they reached their campsite. Then she would wear her boots and hide the girls until Atrus came. Then she would again ask if Atrus would be willing to accompany her in her journey... Perhaps not, she thought... But she would ask him anyway... "HALT!" She looked back to find the source of the voice. The girls were also startled and stared into the darkness. There, with the burning trees far away as the background, a single man stood. But he was not Atrus; he was bigger, far bigger. His expression was harsh and his broad chest was full with bruises from combat. However, he stood erect right in front of them. In his right hand was a huge axe and in his left hand a leather whip. The wicked weapon had already sent shiver to her spine. "My name is Gorgon, the bandit king of Black Tooth clan. You have nerve by destroying my force. However your puny trick didn't work for me!" He raised his axe high. "Now is your chance to actually stop me. I challenge you to fight to the death!" Adriana knew that the duel would be foolish, for she would surely be killed. Her body was also full with bruises created by branches. Her power was completely spent from her spells and her escape. She couldn't even stand straight. "She is not responsible! I am the witch you're looking for!" Adriana was stunned. One of the hostages stood forward and challenged the bandit king. The king was about to swing his gigantic axe when another girl stepped forward. "WAIT! I'm the one who did it! Slay me if you dare!" "NO! I'M THE ONE YOU WANT!" Another stepped forward. One by one, all eight girls challenged the king. Gorgon looked at them in disbelief, then roared in anger. "DO YOU THINK THIS IS A GAME? I WILL KILL YOU ALL!" "NO! Kill me first." Adriana yelled. "If you kill me, would you let them go?" She pointed at the girls. "Perhaps..." Gorgon grinned. Adriana had no other choice. Atrus trusted her to take care of the hostage. She would not fail him in any way. She would not fail her very first friend whom she trusted and who trusted her. "Very well. I'm the one who shot all those magic missiles. Fight me." "Very well. On guard, witch!" Gorgon slammed his axe to the ground, making the forest floor shake violently. Adriana, who was extremely exhausted, couldn't keep her balance. She fell on her stomach. When the girls rushed to help her, she raised her hand, signaling them to back off. She slowly stood up again. Then a sharp pain short through her left leg; he just whipped her leg. Again she fell to her knees. She could only wince in pain. The whip came again and another pain stung her right shoulder. Then she realized that her right arm were numb. She couldn't feel or move it! Finally the whip coiled itself to her neck right above her collar, causing her to fight for breath to stay alive. Suddenly the whip pulled her head high, lifting her prone body. Her head was forced to face the sky, and her toes were barely touched the ground. She noticed that the whip was coiled on a strong branch of a tall tree. She tried to keep her balance on her toes to prevent her from losing her neck bones. With her right arm immobilized and her body in terrible pain and exhaustion, she knew she would not hold for long. "Such a remarkable beauty... Too bad that in the inside was the spirit of a fool..." A snap of a branch being torn was heard, and she knew the worst was yet to come. She was going to be tortured to her death! Gorgon swung the broken branch past her hips, creating bruises and welts. With his strong hand he ripped her blouse and did the same to her bare breasts. He pinched her nipples and yanked her body. She let a loud scream every time he tugged her nipples, as she tried futilely to keep her balance. The hostages just stood there, looking at the scene in horror. After some time, Gorgon stopped his assault. Adriana was still hanging on the whip. Her body was covered with bruises. She was drenched with her blood and sweat. Gorgon stared at his handiwork in pride. Then he lifted his axe and positioned it near her neck. "Let's cut this thing inch per inch... Don't close your eyes..." Adriana had no more power to even close her eyes. She had given up everything, and still she knew she had failed him. She had failed her very first friend. "My bad luck...I'm sorry, Atrus... I'm... over..." Suddenly she heard a loud scream from Gorgon. Two seconds later, a blade flew and cut the whip. She fell down, but not in a crash. Somebody was holding her, preventing her body from collapsing to the ground. She couldn't see anything. She tried to talk, but only a mumble came out. "Don't talk, Adriana. Just relax, you'll be fine." Her heart was full with joy. It was Atrus, all right. He had come for her rescue! Atrus held Adriana's weak body by his arms. He called one of the hostages to hold her for a while. Then he brushed her drenched hair and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, Adriana. I'll take care of him. I'll make sure you'll get your revenge." Then he stood up and looked at his opponent. Gorgon had recovered from his attack. He was lucky he kicked his groin in time, or else Adriana's neck was no more. He unsheathed his sword and stared at his enemy. Never in his life he felt such hatred. Never in his life he felt such guilt. He was almost too late, and it almost cost his friend's life. If he hadn't collected the gold pouches from the burning tents, this thing wouldn't have happened. He hated his greed, but most of all, he hated his enemy. He took off his cloak and shirt. His body was also covered with various cuts from the battle in the camp, but he didn't care. He prepared his combat stance. His eyes stared at his enemy's movement. Gorgon was actually surprised at his reaction. This little kid had turned to be a monster, he thought. But he drew his axe to his side. "Ready to play, kid?" It took some time for Atrus to answer back. "You call yourself a warrior, but you enjoy torturing women. You believe you are strong, but you only dare to fight the weak. You think you are brave, but your bravery was only to the inferior ones. You have no honor in what you have done." He clenched his sword harder than ever. One of the girls could swear they saw smoke coming from his grip. "I WON"T FORGIVE YOU!!!" Atrus dashed toward his opponent. Gorgon was ready to swing his axe, but he stopped. Atrus dashed like lighting. Gorgon was stunned at his incredible speed. "LIGHTNING SLASH!!!" Atrus ran past Gorgon, making two cuts on both shoulders in a quick succession, giving Gorgon no chance to even deflect the blow. His sword cut Gorgon's body into four. Gorgon didn't even move an inch before the blow came. His corpse fell to the ground with a crash; his hand was still gripping the axe. Atrus sheathed his drenched sword and fell silence in his prayer. When he was finished, he hurriedly ran to Adriana, who was lying on a girl's lap. He touched her wrist, sensing that her pulse was very weak. She was losing too much blood. "Follow me! We have to get to the camp!" He told the girls. Atrus carefully lifted the unconscious Adriana and carried her by his arms. And they ran, ran, and ran... She found herself hanging on the ceiling. A big guy was torturing her, and she was helpless. She couldn't see the face; it was too dark. Her head was tied high above her head, and her ankles were tied to the ground. Her body was in a great pain, and her soul was in a great fear. She couldn't either move or speak; all she could do was feel the terrible pain. Then she felt the cold tip of a sword... no, it was an axe... a huge axe... pressed to her neck. Then it began slicing her tender neck, slowly... slowly... And in the corner of the room she could see somebody was watching her... He was... He was... Atrus... Adriana let a loud cry as her body jerked. The pain was enormous and she thought she had arrived in the gate of hell. Then she felt something holding her body. Those arms... Somebody was holding her, preventing her from moving. She tried to fight back, but that somebody pressed her body closer to his. She could feel the warmth of his chest seeped into her body, soothing her pain. She could feel a hand brushed her hair. Slowly, she began to feel relaxed. This somebody held her body close, soothing and comforting her. But everything was dark for her. She couldn't see anything. She could feel tears flowing from her eyes. Then a finger softly wiped the tears off her cheek. She could hear a soft voice through her ear. "Easy, my dear. Don't move. Don't be afraid. I'm here. Just rest... rest..." Then she felt really sleepy and fell into a dreamless sleep. Atrus walked out of the examination room to the doctor's office. He was furious, but also confused. They had returned to the village as heroes, but Adriana's condition was critical. He turned to the doctor. "Tell me the truth, doc. How is she doing?" He demanded. The doctor turned from his book to stare at him. "Pretty bad, I would say. The wounds outside are easy to be cured. I'm worrying about the wounds inside." Atrus fell quiet. The doctor was right. Adriana had been having nightmares for almost a week with no sign of ceasing. He was always there to hold and comfort her, but he didn't know how to help her. She was battling deep inside, and he couldn't help. Slowly, his guilt of being late in the forest came again, and the doctor noticed that. "Your guilt won't save her, young man." "THEN WHAT WILL?" He found himself yelled at the doctor. Then he got a hold of his emotion. "Sorry, doc." "Never mind." The doctor smiled. "She is having a trauma right now, and she is fighting her fears alone. Looking at her condition, I can presume that she was losing." He paused for a moment, then continued. "She needs a friend, a friend she could rely on. Young Ranger, she needs you." Atrus sat next to Adriana, who was lying on the examination bed. She was still asleep peacefully, but he knew deep inside she was battling her fears. The wounds around her body were getting better, but in her dream she had felt extreme pain from them. Nearly half of her body was covered with bandages, including her forehead. However, her beautiful face stayed visible to him. Slowly, his anger of himself began to arise again. He was guilty, he said to himself. He was greedy. Never in his life he had seen so many gold in the pouches around the camp. But now his friend was dying slowly. He wondered if Adriana would ever be the same again. Tears filled his eyes, rolled down his cheek and fell to the blanket covering her body. He felt so useless. She was fighting for her life, and he was unable to help. A brave man never cried; he could remember his father had said. A brave man cried with his heart. A true friend was the greatest gift in life, one in a million. He stared at Adriana. She was his friend. She was willing to die for him. Now he wouldn't let her go. Atrus took her hand and stroked her golden hair softly. Then he recalled all the things his father had taught him. Man was a part of nature. He couldn't reach her from here, but through nature he would be able to see her. Slowly he closed his eyes and felt the warmth of nature around him. The world felt silent and he was alone with Adriana. He could feel the loneliness in the dark. He could see her, lying next to him, still expressionless. He tried to go deeper inside her, stroking her hair softly and comforting her. Slowly, he felt that her hand began to respond, tightening its grip to Atrus' hand. He suddenly felt a rush of emotion sweeping through his own emotion. He could feel what she felt as the nature gave way. Then he found it. He could feel her fear. He could feel her loneliness. He could feel her sadness and despair. Softly, he massaged her hand as he began to speak. "Fear not, Adriana, for I am here." She found herself hanging on the ceiling. A big guy was torturing her, and she was helpless. She couldn't see the face; it was too dark. Her head was tied high above her head, and her ankles were tied to the ground. Her body was in a great pain, and her soul was in a great fear. She couldn't either move or speak; all she could do was feel the terrible pain. Then she felt the cold tip of a sword. No, it was an axe... a huge axe... pressed to her neck. Then it began slicing her tender neck, slowly... slowly... And in the corner of the room she could see somebody was watching her... He was... He was... Atrus... But this time it was different. She couldn't see his face, but she could feel his emotion. She could feel his anger of himself. She could feel his guilt. For the first time in her torturing moment, she felt she was not alone. "Fear not, Adriana, for I am here." His voice rushed like a cool breeze for her empty and lonely heart. She felt her pain began to subside. She could see that the big guy who had been torturing her was now still. She was alone with Atrus. "Atrus... You've come..." "Adriana, I'm here." "I'm sorry, Atrus... have I failed you?" She could feel Atrus' guilt began to rise. "No, I have failed you." He paused and said again, "I was looking for gold by the time you were fighting." "But you came and saved me!" "But I've made you suffer! I should have been there to protect you!" Adriana nodded. "I understand. But you should know that I am very thankful you have come and saved me. I thought you wouldn't have come... I felt so lonely..." "You were alone facing death, and all I did was looking for gold..." He paused again. "Adriana... I'm so sorry..." She was surprised. His voice... he was crying! Even more, he was crying for her. "Atrus... You don't understand how I felt. I felt so lonely. I thought if I had died, I would have failed your trust. I feared that you would not trust me anymore..." She felt tears began falling down her cheek. "When you came, I felt that you still cared about me... I felt that you would save me... That means everything to me..." Atrus fell silent. She could feel that his guilt had subsided. She now could see his face. He gave her his warm smile. For the first time in her life she felt happy. "Atrus... please don't leave me..." "I will never do, Adriana. Do not lose yourself to your fear. You have to fight it." Then Atrus' image began to flicker, then vanished in the darkness despite of her protest. The pain returned to her, and the shadow of the big guy in front of her moved again. She cried in pain, calling Atrus' name. Then she realized that she shouldn't give up. She had to bear this pain. "NO!" She could hear his voice. "Fight it! Fight your fear!" She looked at her enemy. She knew that Atrus was with her. She could feel her power returning to her. The pain was gone as she gained her courage. "I do not fear of you! I will not fall again!" Slowly she concentrated her power, forming a green ball in front of her eyes. Then the ball of green fire flew to the big guy. "BANISH EVIL!" Then suddenly everything turned white. Slowly she opened her eyes. Atrus couldn't believe his eyes. She was awake! "Adriana? Are you okay?" He yelled. The doctor rushed into the room and was also amazed. "I couldn't believe this..." Adriana closed her eyes before opened it again. "Atrus... Where are we...?" "Adriana, you're safe. We're back in the village!" "Atrus... I had a weird dream... But I saw you... You were there... weren't you...?" He smiled warmly. "How's the fight?" She stared at him, surprised to his question. "I... I've won..." She finally answered, smiling. Atrus lifted her body and embraced her. She circled her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Then she cried, but her tears were now tears of joy. Suddenly she remembered. She was going to ask him! "Atrus... I... would you..." "Yes, Adriana. I will go with you. After all, I can use a traveling companion" She couldn't believe it. He's willing to accompany her! "Atrus, thank you..." The doctor gave Atrus a tap on his back. "Congratulation, young man. Now I can say that she will be fully recovered in three days." Then he turned to Adriana. "He's a great man, my dear. You should be proud of him." Adriana smiled. "Oh, yes, I am. I am." The doctor left them alone in the room. Adriana looked at him. He was smiling at her. His face was calm and friendly, unlike the one he showed before their mission. "Atrus, I have one wish..." "Say it, Adriana..." "Please make love to me... Help me forget all my sorrows. Please..." Atrus silenced her by putting his finger on her mouth. "Close your eyes." She obeyed. The kiss was wonderful. Never in her life she felt so happy. Her first friend was making love with her! Atrus recalled his lesson with Sylvia. He put his tongue deep inside her mouth. She was shocked with this new intruder, but welcomed it. He believed her rapist hadn't done this before. Softly, his hand played with her right breast, probing it and teasing her nipple. He had to be careful not to touch the bandages around her body for he didn't want to make her suffering worse. He kissed her neck and licked her earlobe, making her moan in passion. She put her body against his chest, caressing his back. He kept on playing with her right nipple until it was hard like a rock before going to the other nipple. Her moan grew louder as her nipples became supersensitive to touches. "How do you feel?" She could hear him asking. She blushed. "Don't ask that... I'm so embarrassed." "Say it, Adriana. Say it. Tell me how do you feel." "I feel... strange... But don't stop..." "Do you trust me?" She nodded. Atrus reached his hand to her crotch under the blanket. She was startled, but then relaxed herself. She didn't wear any panties, so he could feel that her vaginal area was already damp. She let out a moan as he touched her sensitive area. She tried to hold him close. "Atrus... it feels strange... I feel so wet..." Slowly he probed her pussy, opening her lips and locating her clitoris. She shuddered as he played with her clit. Then he could feel her love honey flooding out of her pussy. Deciding that she was ready, he sat in front of her crotch, opened the blanket covering her body. The cold air swept past her naked body, making her shiver. But she didn't try to cover her nakedness to him. "Ready, Adriana?" "Atrus... I'm scared... It's going to hurt, isn't it?" "Don't you trust me?" She smiled at him and nodded. Still locking his gaze into her eyes, he slowly entered her. She winced a little bit, but then looked at him in surprise. "It didn't hurt... Why...?" Atrus just smiled. Slowly, he began grinding his hips. She cried as pleasure swept through her body. His tender touch to her breasts gave her a wonderful feeling. She felt so happy that she wanted to cry. "Atrus... It feels so good..." Then she reached her climax, her first climax. She felt like she was in heaven. The pleasure seemed to be endless. New tears came out of her closed eyes. She pulled his body close, sharing her warmth with him. "Atrus... This is so different... It was wonderful..." Not long after that, Atrus came. He pulled out his member and shot his seeds on her breasts. Adriana couldn't overcome her passion and came again. After the feeling subsided, he collapsed next to her, fearing that he might hurt her if he crushed her. She embraced him and gave him a passionate kiss. "Thank you, Atrus... for helping me forget all those bad memories..." "I'm most honored..." Then they fell asleep together, still embracing each other. Sylvia cried in Atrus' arms in front of the crowds. "Why would you go with her...? Atrus... I love you... Please don't go..." Atrus tried his best to support her. "I have a mission to do, Sylvia. I would rather stayed with you, but I really have to go." "Can't you at least take me with you?" "No. My journey will be a dangerous one. I fear of your safety. I promise, once I complete my journey, I will come back for you." Sylvia hugged him as tight as she could, then gave him a kiss. She turned to Adriana, who stood right behind her. "Please take care of him..." Adriana hugged her. "Don't worry. I'll stay away from your boyfriend." She said teasingly. Adriana had recovered fully from her wounds, but she and Atrus had to stay in the village for another three days under request of the town people. They held a big feast for the two heroes. She had also recovered from her trauma. Atrus had been guarding her while she was sleeping, but her nightmare had gone. She had defeated her fear. Now they were ready for their journey. Atrus shook the mayor's hand. "Thank you for your hospitality, mayor. I really appreciate it." The mayor nodded. "Our people owe you our lives, Ranger. You are always welcomed in our village." Atrus then turned to Kail. "Thanks for the sword. I found it useful." "I'm proud that my sword has saved our village. May the Guardian protect you, Ranger!" Then with the farewell cheers of the people, Atrus and Adriana walked out of the village. "Well, where to, Adriana?" Atrus asked. "You know what?" she turned to face him. "My name is pretty hard to say. Why don't you call me Anna?" "Anna?" he lifted his eyebrows. "Yeah. That's the name I have prepared only for my friends. You're the first one who can use it. How's that?" Atrus smiled. "I'm most honored." "And I think it will be better if you lead the way." "Me? I thought you know where you're going!" "That's why only fools do this. We have no clue where Prince Alfredo is! Sooner or later we'll find him!" Anna snapped back. "Oh great..." Atrus answered. "But that's okay... We have plenty of money!" He held his gold pouch high. "That money is not ours! We should spend it for good cause!" Atrus turned to Anna. "Another Lycra teaching?" "Hey! I thought a Ranger also honors nobility!" "It's okay. I know what to do with this money. Let's go to the brothel!" "ATRUS, YOU JERK!!!" To Be Continued... Contributed by vipers101@hotmail.com