*Plap* *Plap* *Plap*
The sound of two bodies smashing against one another, excited girl, laughing and a glint of never ending hunger in her eyes. Pushing her hips down harder and faster with each passing moment.
Beneath her a sweaty man, panting for breath, struggling to keep up with the woman on top. The smile of anticipation long gone from his lips, just like the virginity he kept for last 25 years.
'S-she is a nymphomaniac! At this rate I will die!' Alarm bells were ringing in his mind but Alans other head overtook his sanity, due to the events that transpired earlier on.
Still images flashed through his head. Him confessing to Ada inside the empty sports hall, her acceptance, Alan being dragged to Adas house after classes and her aggressively undressing him.
"Hehe~ You are not bad actually." While bouncing up and down Ada grabbed Alans face and squeezed his cheeks, an evil glint in her eye. "Keep it hard, if you disappoint me I will ruin your life." She smirked while her hips came down with great force.
'P-please stay up! Oh no I-it's coming again!' He felt the inevitable climax approach. His penis swelled up as another massive load released from his rod, directly into Adas overflowing womb.
"Yes, yes! You have an average face but I am never wrong when it comes to cocks!... Hey you there? Hello?" The woman slapped his face but it was limp.
"Well, another one couldn't last." She finally stood up and reached for her phone. Ada opened a certain app for she had a plan. There was a white bird placed on a black background, she went on twitter and started concocting a story of how she was raped by Alan.
"Too bad we were childhood friends, if only you weren't blessed with such a big cock, I could keep you around as my cute little pet." She shrugged.
"Aaaaand done, I think it sounds believable. Whay do you think?" She turned to Alans body. "Ah right, anyway who's next." Adas long eyelashes sparkled while her finger was busy swiping profiles left and right looking for next target...
After a sudden tightness in his chest, a flash of bright, white light filled Alans vision.
"Congratulations! You are dead!" A disembodied voice floated into Alans ear. "But fret not for I am a benevolent being! I have most definitely not lost your soul while gambling for I am a great administrator of mighty EARTH... so you will be reborn, rejoice!" Before Alan could even fathom what was going on, his consciousness was being pushed out and only a small floating glove was waving him goodbye.
Sharp pain coursed through his body, it's source seemingly originating from a gaping wound in his stomach, oh and a long broken sword that was sticking out of it.
His vision blurry, with rain pouring hard, made it difficult for him to gather his bearings, it was dark and cold, so cold.
With great effort, man lifted his heavy body from the mud and took its first step.
'W-why is the ground so slippery and red?' The man questioned and as his eyesight adapted to current conditions, he realised it was blood. Looking around, he saw multiple bodies in various states of decomposition. Some were missing limbs, cleanly cut as if from a sharp blade and some had clear bite marks, probably from beasts roaming this forest.
Right, forest, he was surrounded by trees with only moonlight peeking through the crowns, so high above him.
He felt the need to throw up but his stomach refused, clearly empty for too long.
Disoriented, he pushed his exhausted body towards the nearby broken wagon, there was salvation, corked bottle of wine, few dry planks with flint, necessary to start a fire and what looked like clean rags.
Hidden inside the wagon, wounded man started a small fire, uncorked the bottle, took few swigs from it, heated up a found piece of metal and bit on one of the clean rags. Grabbing the sticking piece of broken sword, he braced himself before swiftly pulling it out and cauterising the wound, nearly passing out in the process.
His success was short lived as the wagon made out of wood caught fire. Grabbing the open wine bottle and nearby cloth he was about to jump out but the cloth was hiding something.
With heavy thud, a sheathed sword revealed itself to the man. It looked ordinary but there was a sigil carved in its handle and sword itself looked well maintained.
Grabbing it, he went back into the pouring rain.
'What do I do? Where do I go?' The man looked around and noticed a trail heading deeper into the forest.
This whole camp seemed to belong to lumberjacks, as suggested by nearby fallen trees and tree trunks littering the area.
His eyes drifted to nearby guard, sitting against a tree, suffering from a minor case of missing head. He took of the dead mans armour, he won't need it anymore. It was usable, heavy, iron but would do the job, hopefully better one than the last one.
'Lumberjacks, sword, armour, soldiers. I would pass for a mercenary.' The man investigated the camp for more details to add to his fabricated identity.
He eventually found a banner, covered in mud. It had a drawing of what looked like a mermaid holding a mug with beer, beneath it was written: Beneveres Trading Company.
Looking down the trail, the now mercenary, noticed somewhat fresh footsteps. Seemed human enough albeit slightly distorted.
'I think this is as much as I can gather.' The mercenary sighed, he gathered anything of use and threw it into a backpack that was left behind. Couple torches, clean rags, basic provisions and few daggers was what this man procured.
He finally took few slow steps and eventually he was on a path to his destiny, set by a smiling goddess, high up in the skies following him with her starry eyes...