3 comments/ 5077 views/ 3 favorites The Adventures of Cain By: lemaSierra This story is from my original thoughts. The characters within this story are not real people. Keep in mind that these characters and thoughts have been influenced by other material. All characters involved sexually are of age and are legal adults. Please enjoy! *** My name is Cain. I am currently twenty-one years old. The day is the sixth of Frostfall and it has been forty-six years since Emperor Titus conquered all of the known world. I suppose my story starts a few years back when I was innocent and only a child. Back then I lived in a big city called Stone Springs and was the son of a well known blacksmith. Chapter One. I woke up to the loud ringing bells of the cathedral. The Cathedral of Hanneth to be exact. Hanneth was one of the minor deities; she was the goddess of Wind and one of the few that don't interact with us mortals. Since I'm on the subject of divinity, I should explain the religion of Pandorus (My native country). There are many "gods and goddesses" that exist. They are superior beings that were gifted with immortality and immense knowledge and strength. There are multiple shrines that are dedicated to each god and goddess. We humans like to pick one god or goddess to be our patron. So who did I choose? It was a hard choice but I picked Fettel, the god of Deception and Stealth, which I guess goes hand in hand. I sat up and stretched my arms and yawned loudly. After a few minutes of continuously yawning and trying to stay awake, I stood up as I rubbed the sleepiness from my eyes, and walked over to the window. I watched the few people who were crazy enough to be up at this hour. Most of the people who made up the crowd were miners who were headed towards the famous 'Stone Springs', which was just a giant stone quarry and the cities namesake. I walked over to the small mirror that hung right beside the door, and ran my fingers through my hair trying to comb it the best I could. I guess I looked pretty normal. I wasn't beautiful and well groomed like the wealthy upper class, but I wasn't dirty and ill looking. The only thing that was different were my gray eyes, since most of the people that lived in Pandorus were dark haired and dark eyed. Stone Springs was the cleanest place compared to all the other major cities of Pandorus. It was wealthy and had; running water, good plumbing, and brick streets. I lived in a humble house made of stone and brick with a thatched roof. Right beside the house was a small pit of fire with bricks stacked around it too contain the flames. This was where my father worked. Beside the forge was a black anvil, a grinding stone, and a workbench. The forge was always lit because my father said that it would be too long and difficult to get the forge back to how hot it was to begin with. I got dressed into my usual garments and descended the stair case to where our kitchen was located. My mother and father weren't at the table so I grabbed a piece of bread and walked over to the outside door. An ax rested up against the frame of the door. It had been recently sharpened and was in a fantastic condition even though it was probably a decade old. I grabbed the ax with my other hand and rested it on my shoulder. I opened the door and headed down the brick streets to the gate, ready to start my day. By the time I had reached the iron gate of Stone Springs, I had finished the bread. The group of guards that protected the gate waved at me and one of them said, "Starting early Mr. Cain?" The guards of Stone Springs wore matching chainmail with the city's emblem painted on their chests and shields. Most guards had swords, but others could use war axes or greatswords. The all wore helmets that covered most of their heads except a cross in the front which showed their eyes and mouths. "Yeah, my father was complaining about how I didn't bring in enough wood yesterday." I explained to the guard. "Hell, I wish you were my son!" Another guard said, "You do more work than most boys your age!" I chuckled, "Tell me about it." The same guard continued, "I'm sorry to ask, son, but could you bring in a little extra for me and my family? The nights are growing colder and my wife is complaining about the children not being warm enough." I answered, "No problem, sir." "Good man!" One said with a chuckle. They opened the gate and I walked out of the safe walls of Stone Springs. The woods where I chopped down trees wasn't far away from the gates but I still looked over my shoulder once in awhile. I was a pretty big guy from all the labor but anyone out on the roads had to be cautious. The crime inside the walls was almost unheard of, but outside the walls was a totally different thing. Bandits and raiders were scattered all across the countryside. There was also a rumor about a rebellion roaming the country and pillaging small outposts and farms. The point is, is that you need to travel in bigger numbers otherwise you are going to run into trouble. I walked into the woods and found the clearing that I made. There were more than a dozen stumps from where I had cut down the trees. I eyed my next target, which was a maple tree that was medium sized, and swung my ax. 'Whack, whack, whack!' The rhythm of my swings would help me keep my mind off of the labor, and shortly after I started I drifted off into a daydream. *** It was early evening when I stopped cutting wood and loaded it onto a small wagon. My hands were blistered and my clothes stuck to my sweaty body. I took my gourd that was filled with water and lapped up the rest of the cool liquid. I picked up the wagon and started to pull it down the road. Honestly, I loved to work. I had a lot of time to think when I cut wood. It also relieved some stress. I would usually fantasize about all the women in Stone Springs but one of the women stuck out from the rest. Oh, Mrs. Havish. She was the baker's wife and you see, she would always wear these low cut dresses with a corset that pushed up those plump tits. I would daydream about titty fucking her everyday. I would do anything to get that beauty alone with me in my room. I was almost to the gate when I saw something step out of the woods. It was dark and looked like a shadow of a man but there was no one around other than me. I stopped and put the cart down. I squinted and tried to focus on the shadow but it became transparent whenever I looked directly at it. Then a whisper of a voice, almost like a snake's hiss, said, "Those are naughty, naughty thoughts, boy." I was speechless. How did he know what I was thinking about? Only a Divine could do something like that... "That's exactly what I am, Cain." The shadow hissed. A shiver went up my spine and the hairs on my neck stood up when he said my name. "W-Who are you?" I stammered, frightened beyond belief. "I... Am...Fettel!" The shadow exclaimed, "Who else would you expect, Cain!? But your own patron god has come to talk to you." Now, I was just confused. Truthfully, I didn't really believe in the Divines... I didn't know what to do so I knelt down and bowed my head. I was scared about what he might do, but I said, "Lord Fettel, I am just a worker boy." "No! No, my son, you are far more than that. You will soon discover your true self. Look, son, I have come to give you a few gifts." Fettel said. "My Lord, I don't deserve any gifts. I don't even pray to the gods!" I said humbly. "Cain. You deserve it. You are one of my favorite mortals." Fettel said, "Besides, I don't even listen to most of those prayers. Its always, 'Oh, Lord Fettel! Please get me a new horse! I will kill three rabbits for you!' Or 'Master Fettel, help me last longer in bed!' Its sickening to listen to mortals gripe and ask for everything..." I didn't know what to say to that, but to have a god's favor was very rare. "Anyways, these gifts come with a small price." Fettel warned. "... What is the cost?" I asked hesitantly. "A tad bit of pain, but you're a big guy. Anyways, here are your gifts." Fettle said as two objects materialized out of the air. They both floated towards me. One was a cruel looking dagger with some sort of ancient ruins engraved on the sheath, and the other was a amulet connected to a black chain. The amulet looked like a small skull and it had a bird feather attached to it. I took both of the gifts out of the air and examined them. "Put the necklace on!" He said giddily. There had been myths about the Divines tricking mortals into selling their souls and whatnot but I thought it was rubbish. I nodded and put on the necklace. It felt cold as ice against my skin for a few seconds, but warmed eventually. "Tie the dagger to your belt" he said, still excited. I did as he asked. The dagger seemed to weigh like nothing once it was strapped to my belt. I pulled the dagger from the sheath and examined the blade. The craftsmanship was amazing, it was dark as night and had a slight curve and had a few inches of evil looking serration on the spine of the blade. The knife also let off reddish smoke that curled off of it. I just stood there gapping at it and almost became mesmerized by it. "Cool, huh!" Fettel said and I nodded in agreement. He continued, "This last gift is the one that's gonna hurt." I managed to pull my gaze off of the knife and looked at him and said, "Wait, wha-" That's when I felt it. I instantly fell to the ground and felt the burning pain throbbing through my arm. It felt like someone had poured lava over my left forearm. "Ahhh!!" I yelped, trying to withstand the pain. My vision got fuzzy and eventually I could only see black and white. I tried to swallow but my mouth was too dry. "Woah! Easy, son!" Fettel said while he laughed, "It's almost over." My vision became clear and the pain was numbed but my arm still ached. I looked down at my arm and there were characters branded into it. There was also some tribal design that decorated it. I looked down at the sheath of the knife and the characters matched the ones on my arm. "What does it say?" I asked Fettel. Fettel said eerily, "Shadow Warrior. An old accolade of mine." I thought about that a little before Fettel said, " Pretty sweet brand, huh? Its my mark so if anyone asks just tell them that. I must go now, Cain. I'll talk to you later, OK?" I nodded, still trying to wrap my mind around what happened. Fettel turned around and started for the woods when I said, "T-Thank you, Lord Fettel." With that he vanished. I felt like standing there forever just trying to think about the encounter, but my parents would probably be worried if I stayed out too late. I looked down at the designs burnt into my arm before I picked the cart back up and pulled it into the town. I stopped when I saw the guard that had asked for the firewood. "Long shift, huh?" I said to the guard. He chuckled, "By the Divines, it has been a long day!" "I know exactly what you are talking about. Do you want me to bring the wood to your house?" I asked. "Nah, I might just stop by and buy some from your family. I bad for making you do extra" He explained. "No, it's free of charge for you. I insist." I said warily. The guard nodded his thanks and said, "Are you feeling OK? You seem rather... distant." "Just tired is all." I said and walked back to my house where I heard the familiar clanging of hammer against metal. I pulled the wagon past my father who was using the workbench. I put down the wagon and stumbled into the house. Mom was cleaning the dishes in the sink when I closed the door. She turned around and smiled but I could tell that she was concerned about how exhausted I looked. My mother was beautiful, she had long brown hair that was always styled. She looked so young that some of the travelers passing by would hit on her. She would always wear a colorful dress with her cooking apron. "Hi, Cain. Supper is on your bed, if you are hungry." She said. I put my arms behind my back to hide the brand; I should have rolled down my sleeves but I didn't think she would be home. I replied, "Thanks, mum. I love you." "Love you too, babe." She answered. I was probably the only one of my age to still tell my mother I loved her but she was so sweet. She made up for all of my dad's bitterness. She was always giving me a treat or letting me take a day off. I was half way up the stairs when I heard my mom say, "What in Oblivion is that on your arm!?" Fettel kill me. "Uh its nothing, Mom. Just some dirt or something." I lied. "No it's not! You have a tattoo!" She yelled. I don't think she said it out of anger, more like surprise. "Mom, it's not a tattoo; it's a brand." I explained. "Let me see it!" She said curiously but still with a raised voice. I sighed and slowly descended the stairs. My mom walked over to me and examined my arm. She didn't say anything for a few moments and I was getting nervous until she finally said, "Where did you get this?" "Uh, someone gave it to me. It's the mark of Fettel. I figured since he is my patron god, I should honor him." I said hesitantly. She frowned, further concerned about me but she decided not to press me, "We will talk about this later. I hope you know how hard it is to believe that some random guy visited you while you were working and gave you a tattoo... Brand." "I know, mom." I said trying to get out of the situation as fast as I could. I marched upstairs and went into my room and fell down on my bed. I saw the food my mom made and wolfed it down. I kept on thinking about Fettel and my gifts. For being thousands of years old, Fettel seemed to act rather immature and childish... Not too long after that, I closed my wary eyes and fell asleep. *** In my dream I was carrying some wood to the baker's house, where Mrs. Havish opened the door and welcomed me into the house. The bakery was rather simple, just some racks with different looking pastries scattered about. Mrs. Havish had curly brown hair that cascaded down on those ample breasts. She had very lovely facial features. Her eyes always sparkled and she had dimples from her constant smiling. Mrs. Havish sat down in one of the chairs besides a table that had flour and dough on it. She said, "Put the wood down by the oven, Cain." I did what she said and walked back to the door. "Cain, you are so strong and big. Can you come a little closer?" Mrs. Havish said as she loosened some of the strings that held her dress together. Her breasts were spilling out of her clothing and I could feel myself getting harder. "I think you have some more wood for me, don't you?" Mrs. Havish said with a giggle. "I think I see a big piece of wood in your pants!" I looked down and saw my erection pressing against my trousers. I grinned and said, "Oh maybe you can get it out." "Oh, I would love to, my sweet." She said as she untied the last string and her dress slipped off of her. She was wearing nothing but a black corset underneath the dress. My dick was stone hard now. She got up and walked over to me and reached into my pants. I felt her warm soft hand wrap around my member. She pulled me back over to where she was sitting and shoved me down into the chair. She slowly slid my pants down past my dick, which sprung out, glad to meet the warmth of a woman. "This doesn't look like a piece of wood to me." She said with a laugh, "But there is only one way to find out!" "Oh? What's that?" I said, playing along. "Well..." She said as she untied her corset and let her giant mounds out, "I have to rub it against my big titties to make sure." With that, she put my cock in between her milky white breasts and slid her tits up and down my shaft. "Sometimes you have to lubricate it just to be sure." She said and then spat on my cock and her tits. "Ahh, yeah..." I said dreamily. She slid her perfect slippery breasts all over my cock. With each stroke she would moan in pleasure and say, "Oh, Cain! Fuck my big tits!" She started to move them faster over my cock and I knew I wouldn't last much longer... "Oh, gods! I'm going to cum!" I grunted. Mrs. Havish quickened her pace and said, "Give it to me, Cain! Cum on my tits! Give me all your cum, Cain!" She then stopped jerking me off with her tits and put my cock in her warm, moist mouth and sucked on it. My head started to whirl and I exploded my load in her mouth. I could hear a faint laughter echoing in my head. My vision became dark and I could no longer see Mrs. Havish or the bakery. The laughter grew louder and a figure walked up to me. It was like the shadow but it was slowly becoming solid. It was now a humanoid figure. It didn't have any features but was in the shape of a person. It spoke but the words didn't come from a mouth, "Cain, I want to show you my true form." The figure grew a nose and the blank head slowly formed a mouth and two eyes. The body became more defined. Blood red smoke curled off of it and a cloak formed over the naked body. When the whole process was done, I was looking at a strong man with mischievous features and jet black hair. His eyes glowed orange and his canine teeth were sharp and pointed. His skin had a red tint and looked devilish. "This is my true form, Cain. Remember it. I can only show you in your dreams, if I showed you while you are awake you will become blind." I figured it was Fettel talking. "Yes, Lord." I answered and my dream ended. *** 'Clang, Clang!' The bells rang loudly. My eyes shot wide open from the loud noise. I looked around my room and saw three cloaked figures. They all stood motionless in their black hooded robes. I could not see their faces. I tried to sit up but my whole body was tied down by ropes and leather straps. The three approached my bed in unison and took out nasty looking knifes. I don't know why this stuck out so much but the knives were dripping with blood... I knew who these people were... There was a rumor about a group of assassins that would appear if you performed a certain sacrament. I couldn't think of the name of the organization. They all stood watching me with their daggers in one hand. I didn't know what to do. I might be able to cut the ropes with something sharp... That's when I felt something grow hot right beside my hip. Fettel's gift. I struggled against the binds and tried to reach the god's dagger. The assassin to my right raised his dagger and brought it down heavily on my chest. Time slowed down as I watched the dagger impale me. Ouch. I could feel nine inches of hot, burning metal searing my insides. The assassin quickly pulled out the dagger and blood sprayed all over the place. Instantly, I felt so tired from blood loss but the pain kept me awake. He swung the dagger back down into my stomach. That's when I lost consciousness... *** "Wake up, Cain." A familiar hissing voice said, "Rise and shine!" I woke up again to find my self still strapped in my bed. The assassins were nowhere to be seen. My chest felt warm and wet. I reached down for my dagger and finally grabbed the handle and cut most of the ropes, and wiggled out of the rest of them. I looked down and saw the sheets and my clothes were caked with dry blood. I tore open my shirt and saw two big pink scars, one one my stomach, the other on my chest. "How..." I started. "With your friendly god of Stealth's help!" Fettel said. I looked over at where the voice was coming from, and saw the shadow in the far corner of the room. "Why did they do that?" I said dizzy from the loss of blood. Fettel walked closer to my bed and laughed, "Well, people need to believe that you are dead." I blinked for a few seconds, "Why?" "Because it's apart of my plan so stop asking questions!" He shouted. He must have lost his cheery mood. I tried to stand up but my knees buckled under the weight. Fettel grabbed my arm so I didn't fall. Then I remembered something... There was blood on the assassins' daggers before they stabbed me. I half ran, half crawled outside of my room and down the stairs in a desperate attempt to check on my parents. I stopped once I reached the last step. My mother was hanging from one of the rafters by a rope. She was stabbed in several places and there was a blood puddle underneath her body. I saw my father's body dismembered on the table. His head was looking straight at me... The Adventures of Cain Ch. 02 This story is from my own original thoughts and is made for a mature audience. Cain here. It has been two months since my last entry. Fettel help me, I'm running out of time. They are only a few days away from catching me, everyday my powers grow and everyday I attract more attention. My appearance has changed, I have become several inches taller and my lean body is now bulging with muscle. Fettel says that it is my true, perfected form. Oh, Divines... There is no way back to the way things were. Chapter Two. The two men reached for their daggers but my knife had already found its way into one of the assassin's neck. The other man fell to the floor and was scrambling to unsheathe his blade. I quickly drew my sword with my spare hand and brought it down on the assassin's chest. With the sword protruding from his chest, I knelt down beside him and wiped of my knife on his shirt. He made a weird gurgling sound and his mouth moved, still trying to form words. I could also hear the first assassin, who was behind me, gasping for air. I stood up, pulled my sword from his chest, and stepped over the body, slowly making my way over to the stairs. I looked around and saw that everyone had stopped what they were doing and were watching me. "They owed me money." I said flatly. The group just shrugged and went back to drinking and laughing like they were before, so I continued my ascent up the staircase. The second floor of the pub was a long hall with doors on each side. I moved silently over to the first door on my right and paused to see if there was any talking. "Oh yeah, twist my nipples!" Said a masculine voice on the other side of the door. Nope, probably not that one. I moved over to the door on the left and pressed my ear against it. "You want me to put a cucumber in your ass?" Said a squeaky feminine voice. "Unless if you think the third assassin is a fucking weirdo, I suggest we keep moving." Fettel whispered to me. I walked over to the second door on the right and listened... "I said 'Suck it' bitch!" A voice said, "Is that all you can take, slut?!" I silently prayed to Fettel, "What about an aggressive asshole?" "My bets are on this one." Fettel said, confirming my suspicions. My heart beat faster and my palms started to sweat. This is the bastard that killed my parents and tried to kill me. I sighed and tried to control my breathing. I stepped back a couple paces, then charged at the door with all my strength. 'Crack!' The door busted under the weight of my body. I stumbled into the room and saw the guy standing up and a whore kneeling with the guy's cock in her mouth. Both of them were utterly shocked. "What the fuck are you doing here?" The man shouted. I walked over to him, grabbed a handful of his hair, dragged him to the corner of the room, and slammed his head against the wall. "Do you recognize me?!" I shouted. I must have been pretty intimidating because the prostitute jumped and scrambled out of the room when I said it. The guy tried to say something and opened his mouth but the only thing that came out of it was slobber. "You killed my parents, didn't you?!" I shouted again. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he crumpled down onto the floor. "Fuck!" I shouted. My hatred was boiling over, if I didn't kill something I would go on a rampage. Fettel laughed and said, "I think you slammed his head a little too hard!" I started towards the door and that's when I saw the bastard. The guy had his trousers around his ankles and was trying to run down the hall. "That's him!" Fettel shouted excitedly, "That's him!" Now that I think about it, Fettel probably didn't know who it was but he just wanted me to entertain him. I didn't even care if it was him or not, I just wanted to blame someone for the death of my parents. I chased after him. The third assassin tried to hop down the stairs but tripped and tumbled down the rest of the way. He moaned loudly, while I descended the steps. When I was a few steps away from him, I jumped down and landed on the assassin's head. 'Crunch!' My boots caved in his skull and blood, brain matter, and pieces of bone splashed all over my pants. It also covered some of the wall and the floor. The bartender had been watching the whole time and shouted, obviously startled by the gory scene, "Oh, shit! You just stomped the poor bastard's brains out!" Once again, I gained the attention of everyone in the room. There was a minute of silence till' one of the drunkards started to laugh. Not before long, the whole outfit was laughing too. "Search his pocket." Fettel said. I brought my attention back to the body and reached into the blood soaked pocket and found a letter that had been opened. I opened it, myself. It read, "Contract: The family of the blacksmith in Stone Springs. Payment: 500 gold." At the bottom of the page was black handprint. "Good thing everyone believes your dead because the Brotherhood would hunt someone down for killing three of its members." Fettel said. "Yeah, your plan is so beautiful." I muttered. Fettel didn't reply to my sarcastic remark. "Where do I go now?" I said. "Arkston," Fettel replied, "the port city." I knew where it was on a map but I had no clue on how to get there. It was great number of leagues away, as well. I would take several days on foot. "Leave that to me, Cain." Fettel said, "Walk out of the bar." I did as he said and was almost blinded by how bright it was outside. My eyes focused and I saw a wooden carriage waiting in the street. "No way." I said. Carriages were very expensive to hire just to get from one side of the city to the other. I couldn't imagine how much it would cost to ride to Arkston. "You're welcome." Fettel said obnoxiously. The driver of the carriage looked over at me and said, "Are you going to just stand there or are you getting aboard, Mister?" "Sorry for making you wait." I apologized. I climbed into the back where two other people were sitting. "Where are you headed?" The driver asked. "Arkston." I stated. "Oh! Would you look at that!" The driver said, "Three of a kind!" The carriage started on its way towards the port city. I looked at the other two passengers. They were both women and were dressed in expensive clothing. The two smiled at me and the older looking one said, "Why are you headed for Arkston, sir?" I smiled and said, "You don't have to address me with pleasantries. I'm only a commoner." The younger women also smiled and said, "But you are not dressed as one?" I looked down at my clothes and noticed they had changed from their previous state. Now, they looked like fine garments made of soft materials. I laughed and tried to cover up what I had said, "Oh Divines, forgive me, my ladies! I forgot that I put on my fine clothing. You see, I had some business to attend to before leaving Stone Springs." They laughed in unison and the young one asked, "What sort of business do you do?" "I'm a shopkeeper. I had a problem with one of my wealthier customers and... thus the reason for dressing like such." I said, trying to act as dignified as I could. The two giggled some more. I could hear Fettel's laughter echo in my head and he said, "You have the tongue of a snake!" "What do you ladies do?" I asked the couple. The older one smiled and said, "Oh, child! We do not have to work! Women haven't had to do anything in our family for quite some time!" I said flatly, "I see." That's about when my hatred for the wealthy kicked back in. My mother, bless her soul, had to do housework and cook and clean. Everyone had to work; the young, the old, the ill, and the women. The young women lost her smile and asked, "What is it like living..." "In the lower class." I finished her sentence with a bitter tone. She nodded, but I didn't do anything to acknowledge it. I waited a few moments and chose the words that would make both of them feel terrible. "What is it like to live in the lower class?" I repeated her question, "Well... The first thing you get used to is the work. Endless hours of sweat and discomfort. Then you get used to being treated like animals by the upper class." I let that sink in for a couple seconds. Then I continued, " You get used to the feeling of helplessness because no matter how much you work, you always barely scrape by." The driver looked to the side I was on and yelled, "Hey lad, calm down back there!" I stared at the ground and I could hear the laughter grow louder and louder inside my head. I looked back up slowly and saw the older woman say something to the younger but Fettel's laughter had muffled out the noise. He had to be taunting me, his laughter made me angrier and I couldn't get rid of it. "Stop!" I shouted at Fettel. And the laughter did stop but I noticed that both women were silent, as well. I looked up to see them staring at me. Shit. I said that out loud. "Sorry." I said quickly. "Gotcha, buddy" Fettel said and chuckled. 'You are an asshole' I thought. "Why? Because you might have some feelings for the young girl sitting across from you? Or are you into older gals?" Fettel joked. This is why I like solitude. "See! I'm saving you from being a loner! Now, you will never be alone" Fettel said. 'Some gods steal mortals' souls... you just annoy the fuck out of them' I thought. "Hahaha, good one!" Fettel said sarcastically. I ignored Fettel and looked around. We were surrounded by big, towering pine trees and wild flowers and shrubs grew at the edge of the road. The sun was shining down on us and there was a nice cool breeze. The dirt road went over hills, in to valleys, by waterfalls, and in between lakes. Every time the carriage wheels would go over a bump the wooden carriage would squeak and shake. I hadn't payed attention to how long we had been outside the walls. The driver slowed the horses and down and talked almost silently, "Uh-oh... trouble..." I stood up slowly and looked over the driver's shoulder. There were five men standing in the road, about fifty feet in front of us and all facing towards the carriage. The group all had their weapons in hand and were trying to intimidate us. The two bandits on the ends had bows and arrows, the two on the inside of them were carrying swords, and the one in the middle was swinging a chain with a steel ball on the end. 'Shit. What would I do?' I asked myself. "Kill them." Fettel simply stated. I rolled my eyes and asked, "How?" "Well... Frontal assault really isn't my thing..." Fettel said, "... I'm the god of stealth." 'Yeah, well they already know we are here so you're no help.' I said to Fettel. The bandits were walking closer and the one in the middle shouted, "This is a nice carriage... I bet it's worth a lot of money!" My mind raced with plans of how to stop them. "We will give you what you want! Just promise not to harm us!" The driver begged like a dog. I jumped down and walked to the front of the carriage. "That's far enough, asshole!" One of the archers said while notching an arrow. I paused for a moment, but continued walking slowly towards them. My hand was on the handle of the knife. I was about 20 feet away when the archer shouted again, "Hey, didn't you hear me, fuckface?" The guy in the middle laughed and said, "Calm down, brother. I think this one wants to talk." I stepped a little closer and said, "Leave while you can. This carriage isn't worth your lives." The leader smiled and said, "You're right... But a carriage with a couple hostages is!" The group laughed. I took out the dagger and threw it in one of the archers in a matter of seconds. The knife had went straight into his neck and blood squirted out of the wound. They all stopped laughing and stared at the corpse while it dropped to the ground. I drew my sword and charged the leader. I was a few steps away from him when he swung his chain at me. I did a roll and stabbed him in the thigh. I stepped back quickly to dodge the two swordsmen. I leapt over to the dead arched and grabbed the dagger. The seconds bowman was about to shoot an arrow but I threw the knife once again. It skimmed his arm which caused him to misfire. The arrow thudded into one of the swordsman's back and he fell over with a moan. I lunged forward and caught the second bandit off guard and swung my sword as hard as I could at his leg. I heard him cry in pain as he fell over with only one leg. I chased after the last archer who was trying to flee when I felt something smash into my hip. I was tossed several feet and fell on the ground. I knew my hip was totally shattered and I looked up at what had caused it. The guy with the chain and ball limped over to where I laid. "Nice try, bitch!" He said wincing at the stab wound on his thigh. He stood over me and was about to swing the chain when I spun on the ground and stabbed his foot. He staggered back and yelped in pain. I tried to regain my footing but my left hip was numb and I couldn't feel that side of my body. I leapt forward again with all my strength and speared his gut. He doubled over and bled out quickly. Using my sword as a crutch, I stood up but my whole body was shaking. I took a step forward and immediately blacked out from pain. *** "I think he is waking up!" Said the young woman that I had been traveling with. I felt someone holding a warm wash clothe to my side. My hip felt numb but I didn't feel any pain. I lifted up my leg and sighed with relief. A blow like that could have paralyzed me. I opened my eyes and saw branches passing over us. 'We must be moving' I thought. "You took quite a hit!" Fettel said. 'Thanks for patching me up.' I said to Fettel. I waited for his reply but he never said anything. I sat up and looked around. I was still in the carriage and the two women were still sitting on the other side. I looked over to my left and saw a new face. It was an old woman dressed in rags and had like twenty trinkets hanging around her neck. "She healed you." The young woman said," She heard the noises of fighting and we told her that you saved us from bandits." I looked back over at the old lady and said, "Thank you, Miss." I reached into my pocket and grabbed a few gold and handed it to the old woman. She shook her head and said in a raspy voice, "You did something courageous, you don't need to pay me, besides I now have a free ride to Arkston." I nodded and smiled and asked, "How did you heal me?" "With magic!" The young woman said giddily. I stared at the old woman in shock. Mages were almost extinct in Pandorus, and I only knew of them from fairytale stories. The only one who didn't look interested was the other wealthy woman who asked, "Driver, how much further?" The driver replied, " Almost there, Miss. " I raised my eyebrows and thought to myself, 'How long has it been?' I waited a few seconds, expecting to hear a response from Fettel. 'I guess he's not home...' I looked around and noticed that the trees were thinning out and that sand dunes were starting to form. It wasn't long before I saw the high, stone walls of Arkston sticking out. The city was rather large but nothing like Stone Springs. The driver pulled up to the iron gate and said, "This is your stop. Better get accustomed to the smell of salt water and fish." I jumped out first and offered my hand to the young woman. She grabbed it and carefully stepped down. Next the older woman stepped down on her own and almost fell doing so. Lastly, the old mage smiled at me and I grabbed her waist and lifted her off the carriage and gently set her down on the ground. She laughed and said, "Thank you, kind sir! It was an honor meeting a young man like yourself, so full of courage and strength. The first time I laid eyes on you I knew there was something different about you, my lord." I wasn't really sure what she was talking about but I smiled back and said, "Thank you once again for healing my injuries. Take care, my friend." The mage bowed her head and walked into the sand dunes, muttering something in a strange language. I wasn't sure if I should have headed over to her, but I decided that a mage could take care of herself. I looked back at the gates, which were open now, and the two women were walking past them. I made my way into the city and stopped once I was inside the walls. I checked the new surrounding and saw several fishermen scurrying about. I thought, 'Hey Fettel, you there buddy?' Still nothing. That was starting to worry me... I sighed and walked over to a young girl, who was in her teens, and was sitting on a porch. I cleared my throat and said, "I'm new to this town. Could you give me some directions?" The lass looked up and smiled, "What are you looking for?" She said with a high pitched voice. "Um, do you have an inn that I could stay at? Possibly one with good food." I said while examining her. She was cute in a natural looking way. She had sea-green eyes, curly, strawberry-blonde hair, and fair, milky skin. She giggled and said, "Well sir, you would be looking for the Sea-Side Shack. I could take you to it, if you would like?" I nodded and said, "That's awfully nice of you to do that." She smiled again and hopped out of her chair and walked down the street. I followed her while I looked around the city, all the houses and buildings were lined up in rows. "Boy, this city is really organized." I said to myself but the lass turned around and said, "I know, its rather boring actually. There is a place for everything and everything in its place... I wish it was a bit more..." She had become lost in thought and was looking at the ground so I said, "Random?" "Yeah..." The teen girl replied, "...random." She continued to walk and stopped after we rounded a corner. She pointed to a big building. It was a large wooden house covered with small windows and had a sign hanging up on the porch that read, 'The Sea-Side Shack'. "Here we are." The lass said. "Thank you, here! I have something for you." I said as I reached into my pocket, "I have some gold for your effort." The girl didn't respond and was staring at the ground once again. Concerned, I touched her arm and said, "Are you OK?" "Huh? Yeah I'm fine. Its just..." She trailed off, "sometimes it looks like you have two shadows, but that can't be right." Two shadows... I knew what was going on and said, "Oh, you must be dehydrated. Here is your gold for helping me." I grabbed my gold pouch, reached inside, and dropped a few coins into her hands. She nodded, looked at the ground for the last time, and walked away. "Its funny what some heat can do to your head!" The hissing voice said into my ear, "What do they call that one thing? Uh... Marriage? No, that's not it..." "Mirage." I said with a chuckle. I jumped over the two small steps leading to the inn, pushed the two swinging doors open, and walked in. The inn was well lit and smelled like candles. The bar was on the other side of the room. The stereotypical bartender had parted black hair and a curled mustache, he was wiping a glass mug. Waitresses with low-cut dresses were flirting with neatly dressed gentlemen, probably because they would get a bigger tip. The majority of the customers were sitting at rounded tables and were playing poker. Fettel whispered in my head, "Blend in, Cain." I stuck my chest out, walked over to the table , and sat down at the nearest table. The men who were sitting at the table were focused on the cards on the table and would take a look at their own hand. I could tell two men were fishermen by their darkly tanned skin and the wrinkles around their eyes from squinting at the reflection of sun on the water. The other two men were nicely dressed and had gold pocket watches with gold chains and they smelled like exotic spices. The Adventures of Cain Ch. 02 I looked at the closest waitress and motioned to her to come over. This one had dark brown hair that was neatly brushed, her features were soft and she had a nice smile. She wore a peach colored dress with a white-gold necklace. Her dress covered her feet so it looked like she just floated over to the table without touching the floor. "Hello, sir." The waitress said smiling, "Would you like something to drink?" I smiled back and said, "Just an ale, please." Another waitress walked by and the dark-haired one touched the other's arm and said to get an ale. Without a response the waitress kept walking and went over to the bartender. The dark-haired one looked back at me and said, "I bet you came from Stone Springs." I remained silent. I hadn't thought of a good lie to cover up who I really was... "Am I right?" She asked excitedly. I hesitated but I couldn't lie to her, "How did you guess?" I asked with a chuckle. She whispered/said , "Yesss!" She giggled again. The waitress was very beautiful and she was good at flirting, I thought about giving her a little extra money. She continued, "Oh, your accent and the way you dress. I see a lot of travelers, you know." "Hmm." I grunted. Maybe Fettel could help disguise me later. The other waitress came back with my ale and set it down on the table. I nodded my thanks. "I will see you around, mister!" The dark-haired waitress said and walked over to another customer. The men at my table had finished their game and one of the fishermen dealed out the cards and asked, "Do you want in?" I looked at him, shook my head, and explained, "I have terrible luck." "Not even one game?" He continued. I smiled at him and said, "I'm rather tired from the road so I might just rent a room. Thank you for the offer, though." The friendly fisherman smiled back and said, "You are welcome to join if you change my mind." I stood up nodded my thanks and put a couple of gold coins to beef up the pot. I walked over to the bar and asked the bartender for a room. He replied, "I will put it on your tab." He handed me a key attached to a piece of parchment that had the number 'five' written on it. "Could you get me another mug of this?" I said, referencing to my ale. "You haven't finished the one you are holding, yet..." He said with a confused look. "I know" I said plainly. He kept the look on his face while he filled up another cup, "This stuff goes a long way..." "Good." *** I reached the door and opened it. The room was rather simple, next to the bed was a small dresser and above the dresser was a window that over looked the walls of Arkston. The rest of the room was empty, spare the few paintings that hung on the wall. I sat down on my bed and sat one of the mugs on the dresser. I thought about my parents. The gruesome image was burnt into the back of my eye lids, my dad in pieces and my mother hanging from a rope. "Those fucking animals..." I thought out loud. I took a few swigs of ale, got up, and walked over to the door and locked it. By the time I sat back down on the bed, I had downed the first mug already. I grabbed the second mug and chugged it down. My vision became blurry and I laid down. *** That night I had one of the most vivid dreams I have ever had. I was walking along a massive battlefield. I looked around and saw miles and miles of dead, rotting, smelly corpses. Broken armor and swords laid about the ground. I walked up a hill that was overlooking the whole gory scene. I stomped over the dead and reached the peak, which had a giant, stone statue. I didn't recognize who it was, but the figure was of a muscular man wielding a giant great sword. The statue's face had been corroded and I could only tell that it had a devilish grin and pointed ears. I thought it somewhat resembled Fettel, except that it looked way more bloodthirsty than him, if that's possible. I looked down at all the bodies again and noticed that they were all smiling like the statue, which sent a big shiver down my spine. I looked up and saw blackish, purple clouds rolling across the sky. Lightening struck the statue multiple times and the clouds started to rain. I closed my eyes and felt warm raindrops land on my face. I tilted my head back at the statue and opened my eyes slowly. This time, the statue had specs of blood all over it. I frowned, held out my hand, and caught a few drops. "Oh Gods..." I said as the strange clouds continued to rain blood all over me. Repulsed by the whole dream, I tried to wipe off the blood on my face and hands but it just smeared all over me. I heard a deep laughter shake the ground, it first sounded like thunder but became more distinct. A voice spoke out, "Welcome home, son." It sounded like it was coming within the statue but it would echo all around me. I took a few steps away from the statue and asked, "Who are you?" The voice laughed louder, "I think you can figure that out." I thought for a moment before answering, "A god?" The voice shouted, "Well, when you say it like that it just makes it sound boring. I am the only true god of War... There are no others... Actually, there were many but I killed all of them and drained their power!" I thought, 'Seriously? I have to deal with another Divine?' I replied, "So what is your name again, god of War?" "Ugh!" The statue groaned, "I shall punish you for not knowing my name! I am Dalgaduin! The god of rage, war, and killing!" I replied, "Doll-gah-due-in?" The statue remained unchanged but said sarcastically, "Yeah, almost! Just try to say it like you aren't mentally challenged!" 'What an asshole...' I thought. I looked around and asked, "So... Why are you in my dream?" The statue shifted and the dust that had gathered on it, slowly floated to the ground. Dalgaduin stretched his limbs, yawned loudly, placed the tip of the great sword on the ground, and leaned against the hilt, saying, "Because I'm a Divine!" Oh, I see." I said, my temper slowly rising, "Divines can do whatever the hell they want, so are all of you going to visit me or just you and Fettel? The statue stared at me with blank eyes for a moment then answered me, "How cute. My son having his first temper tantrum! You must have gotten that from me." OK, now he was starting to get creepy. I didn't have a clue about what he was talking about and stared back into the stone cold eyes. "Oh, and to answer your question, another Divine might visit you if they please, but I doubt they would want to meet a respectless teen." He continued, "Now listen, son! I am your father. That is why you are so special, you are half god and half man." I stood there, motionless, "Well, Mr. D that was a fantastic joke. Can I go back to dreaming about women?" "I'm not lying, Cain. Your mother and I got it on and you are the living proof of it!" He laughed but continued, "Why did your father hate you so much?" It was way to much to take in so I tried to deny it, "He didn't hate me! He was just hard on me so..." "So, what?" So you would be a strong, independent man?" He laughed hysterically. I came to a conclusion at that moment... The gods were giant dicks. They were loud, annoying, arrogant dicks. I waited until he was done laughing and found my voice, "So let's say that I believe you, and that I am your son..." The statue cracked around the mouth, making it appear that it was smiling. Dalgaduin said, "OK!" "How in the world is that possible?" I said, still trying to make it all come together. The god of war chuckled, "I told your mom not to look back, and I fucked her from behind!" I was utterly disgusted at that point. I turned around, started down the hill, and said, "Fuck you." The statue laughed and said, "See you tomorrow night!" I took another step further down the hill but my foot got caught on something and I was launched downwards, falling for longer than it should have been. *** I woke up with a start. I looked around and saw the room, that I had been staying in, upside down. I swung back and forth, while my hands barely scrapped against the floor. I looked up and saw my feet bound by a rope that was attached to a metal hook that was attached to the ceiling. I heard footsteps behind me and I tried to wiggle around to see who it was, but the person kept walking around me so I couldn't face them. I tried to say something but noticed that I had been gagged. I thought that it was funny that I hadn't realized that earlier. "Shhh." Said a calming feminine voice, "we don't want you to wake up the neighbors!" She giggled and touched my thighs to keep me in place. I could feel her hands venturing across my body as she strolled around in front of me. The second thing that I should have realized earlier was that I was buck-ass nude. From where I was at, all I could see was that the woman was wearing black and red robes. There were pouches and knives attached to it, and the robes were made of silk. Her face was covered up by a black, matching, silk handkerchief, but I could see her dark, blue eyes. Her hair was blonde and was tied up in a bun spare a few pieces that hung down in her face. The mysterious woman knelt down and pushed my shoulder with her firm hand. I gently swung away from her, and she cleared her throat while I kept swinging helplessly, "You have a nice body, Mr. Cain. Almost... godly." She put her hand on my chest and leaned closer to me. I could smell her perfume, it smelt like cinnamon and something else that I couldn't put my finger on. "What do you want with me?" I said but it was muffled by the gag. "Shhh... Be quite." She whispered as she put her index on the gag, "I have to kill you but I might have some fun first!" She winked as her hand slid up higher. I took in a deep breathe and shuddered while her hand wrapped around my penis. The mysterious woman giggled and said, "Oh, you enjoy that don't you?" I growled, swung towards her, and wrapped my hands around her neck. She gasped and tried to stand up and back away but I just tightened my grip. She reached for something behind her back and pulled out a knife. I squeezed with all my strength but it was too late. She ran the blade across my abdomen and I let go, going into shock from the pain. Blood gushed down my chest and onto my face. I quickly put both my hands on the wound and tried to stop the bleeding. Adrenaline kicked in and my hands shook furiously. The woman coughed harshly and tried to recover from the near death incident. I hoped I was going to pass out sometime soon and wake up later perfectly healed by Fettel... "You asshole!" She managed as she gasped for air. My stomach poured out blood and I knew that blood-loss would take me unless I stopped it. I put more pressure on my stomach. "I should have killed you right away!" The mysterious woman said but now she sounded much younger. I stared at her with all my hate and tried to steady my breathing. I sharply inhaled and let out the most intimidating yell I could muster. "Fuck!" She said as she jumped away from me. She kept walking back until she bumped against the wall, she might have had been startled but the murderous look was still on her face. Oh, gods. I knew I wasn't going to get out of this one. 'Might as well go with a bang.' I thought to myself. Still covering my slashed stomach, I swung back and forth with all my strength and will. I kept on getting closer to the woman and each time she would press herself harder against the wall. I swung back and the hook attached to the ceiling gave out, I fell and landed on the floor with a 'Thud!'. I rolled on to my back and sat up, ignoring the waves of blinding pain. With one hand still on the wound, I crawled with the other. I heard the woman jump and grab my sword from my pack. She stabbed the floor board that was inches away from my hand and shouted, "Stop it! Stay were you are!" I crawled around the sword and was only a couple feet away from her. What happened next I didn't expect. My whole plan was to scare her into untying me and helping me but I guess my plan sucked balls. She raised the sword and brought it down into my back. I groaned at the paralyzing strike. She tried to walk around me but I grabbed her foot in one, last, desperate attempt. I could feel my vision starting to fade and I could no longer hear anything. I turned my head to the side and rested it against the ground. Inches away from my face was the trinket Fettel had given me. My instincts took control and my hand that had been holding my stomach grabbed the amulet. *** "Oh, Divines. This is a mess." The woman spoke to herself, "It will take forever to clean up!" My eyes shot open. My body was numb but I managed to turn my head towards the source of the voice. The woman was sitting on the bed and the handkerchief was no longer covering her face. To say the least, the woman was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. I turned over, sat up , put on the necklace, and began to untie the rope around my ankles. The girl saw me move and screamed loudly. She jumped up and grabbed my sword and slowly backed up into the far corner of the room, while saying, "Oh gods! Why are you still alive?" I slipped the ropes off my feet and stood up. I said, "Put the sword down. I won't hurt you." "No! What makes you think you are in a position to tell me what to do?!" She shouted, "How the fuck are your alive?" I walked over to the bed and found my clothes piled up on it. I put on the trousers and shirt, turned back to the young woman, and said, "You tried to kill me, you're lucky I'm not trying to kill you." She snarled at me and said, "Yeah, like you could!" I sighed. "I promise that I won't kill you if you tell me who hired you." I said. She looked shocked, "You have seen my face... I can't let you live. Also, I'm sworn to never talk about a contract." I smiled and said, "Then you leave me no choice..." I charged at her and threw my body into her before she could even swing the sword. She slammed against the wall with a, 'Whack!'. I grabbed the arm that had the sword in it and repeatedly slammed it against the wall. The assassin gasped in pain and her grip on the sword had been broken. I picked her up by the waist and threw her onto the bed. I bent down, retrieved my sword, and walked over to her. She groaned in pain while I laid the tip of the blade on her chest and asked, "Who wanted me dead?" She moaned again and rubbed the back of her head. I put the sword down, grabbed her shoulders, and shook her gently. "Why did you try to kill me?" I asked in a louder tone. She didn't meet my gaze but said quietly, "I can't tell you." I wasn't going to get anywhere with the young assassin so I sat down on the bed, beside her and looked out the window. It was still dark outside, which surprised me. I spoke to her again, "So do you usually rape your contracts before you kill them?" Her cheeks turned red and she said, still looking at the ground, "No..." From her tone it sounded like she had been offended. I stared at her, trying to make her feel guilty. "...Only when they look good as you." She continued and looked up at me mischievously. She reached out and put a hand on my upper thigh, saying, "I like you, Cain." I replied, "You aren't whoring your way out of this one, assassin." She pouted and said, "Aww! That usually works!" I chuckled and said, " You know I can't let you go unless..." "You fuck me?" She butted in, "Don't worry, I will enjoy it. Oh, and I might not kill you if you do!" I looked at her silently, then continued, "... You tell me why you tried to kill me." She frowned and scooted closer to me, her shoulder was now pressed up against mine, "I'm sorry, Cain... But I might tell you if..." I looked over at her and realized how close her face was to mine, "If?" She smiled and said, "One. You promise to let me go..." "OK." I said. "And two. You have to make me cum!" I laughed for a few seconds and looked over at her, "Boy, you aren't kidding are you? And why should I trust an assassin's word?" "Because I'm the one with the sword, numb nuts" She growled. I sighed once more and I thought to myself, 'Yeah, well I'm the one who can't die.' She smiled and bit her bottom lip, "You can only use your tongue." I was about to say something but she continued, "Oh, and you can't wear any clothes!" "Do you promise that you will tell me?" I asked hesitantly. She giggled and stared at me with an innocent look and said, "Maybe." I rubbed my chin as if I was in deep thought. I stood up, turned towards her, and said, "OK." Still smiling, she rolled up her robes and said, "Remember, you can only use your tongue." My jaw dropped when I saw her smooth, toned legs. I knelt down and rubbed her thighs, while she lifted up her robes just below her hips. I couldn't see her vagina, yet. I moved my hands up her legs and leaned closer. I started to kiss her inner thighs while my hands stopped at her hips. The assassin sharply inhaled and shivered. I stopped and said, "This better be worth it!" She said, "Oh, shut up!" She grabbed my head with both hands and shoved it towards her pussy. I moved my hands and lifted her ass so I had a better angle. That's when I saw my first vagina. It was beautiful. She was pink, wet, and her clitoris was swollen. I leaned closer and stuck out my tongue and slowly dragged it over her clit. The girl's hips shot up further and she moaned with pleasure. She tasted amazing. I continued to slowly lick her vagina. Her hands were gently caressing my head as she let out small moans. I stuck my tongue in and out of her vagina trying to taste more of her nectar. "Oh, gods!" She cried out while I quickened my pace. My boner was made of steel now. I brought my attention back to her clit and sucked on it, furiously. "Oh, guhh!" She moaned as her body tensed up. She was breathing heavily and tried to say, "More, more!" I continued sucking on her clit and swirled my tongue around it for a few minutes. The young assassin went silent for a moment then came all over my face and screamed with pleasure. I licked up all of her juices greedily. "Oh, Cahh... Fuck!" She said while she went through an orgasm that shook her whole body. I put two fingers in her pussy and started to lick a little bit lower. I pumped my fingers in and out of her as my tongue found her rosebud. "Oh!" She said surprised at the new sensations. I honestly didn't know what I was doing. Something had taken over me and it seemed like it was working pretty well... I fingered her cunt, vigorously, as I gently licked her ass. Her grip tightened on me and her breathe quickened. I looked up to see her beautiful face in a trance of pleasure. "Ughh!" She shouted as her second orgasm hit her. I pulled out my fingers and licked at her juices for a second time. She yelped as my tongue rubbed against her sensitive clit. I set her ass down on the bed and got up and wiped my face off with my shirt. I laid down beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. She moaned happily as she rubbed her satisfied clit. "That didn't take long." I commented. "Well, you are very good!" She said with a sigh, "Too bad I can't tell you." I looked over at her and smiled, "I knew you wouldn't tell me. It really isn't that important." She stared at me confused, "So... Why did you eat me out, when you could have just killed me?" I traced her lips with a finger and said, "I don't know... Because you're beautiful." She smiled and licked her lips, "Oh, I taste good!" She grabbed the hand that I fingered her with and started sucking on my fingers. My dick jumped up and pressed against her side. The Adventures of Cain Ch. 02 She stopped and looked at me seriously, "What happens now? Because you are quite a bit of money dead." I leaned over and pressed my lips against hers. She moaned softly and kissed me back. I pulled away and said, "Now I leave." I got out of the bed, gathered my pack and turned around. The girl had stood up and was frowning. I stopped what I was doing and said, "What's wrong?" "So I stabbed you twice, didn't tell you why, asked for you to eat me out, and you think you can just leave?" She said frustrated. I looked at her and said, "Am I suppose to do something else?" She opened her mouth but I said, "Oh! I need to help you make a story for how you couldn't kill me!" She pushed me and yelled, "Who are you? I couldn't kill you and... and now you are being nice to me? " "I did hurt you a little and tried to interrogate you." I said smiling at her. "Yeah, you really hurt me!" She said sarcastically, "And you did a terrible job at interrogating me! You didn't even try!" I chuckled and said, "I must not be cut out for this kind of work." Her face was red and she yelled, "Shut up! And what are you gonna do? Leave an inn in the middle of the night? That won't attract attention!" I acted surprised, "I never thought of that!" I hoped she wouldn't realize what I was doing. "You're so stupid!" She exclaimed, "I'm leaving!" I frowned and paused in thought. "What!?" She asked noticing my expression. "I'm sorry, but wouldn't that mean people would think your suspicious?" I asked. "So what do you want me to do, then?" She asked still yelling. "You can sleep on the bed and I will take the floor!" I said giddily. She walked over to me and pushed me against the wall, "No, I'm taking the floor!" "Well you could sleep in the bed with me." I suggested. "No!" She shouted, "Then you could kill me when I'm asleep." "Couldn't I kill you in your sleep whether I was on the ground or the bed?" She didn't know how to react. I took her hand and led her back to the bed. I bent over, put one arm behind her legs and one behind her back, and picked her up. I climbed on the bed and set her down. "See there is plenty of room for both of us!" I explained. "If you try anything..." She warned but I interrupted her by rubbing her shoulders. She sighed and said, "That feels pretty good." "And of coarse you couldn't go to bed wearing those, could you?" I said with a smile. She looked up at me and I was expecting her to yell at me but she didn't. She laid there staring at me. I broke the silence and said, "Wow, you are really tense." "That's not my fault!" The assassin said, becoming defensive once again. This was silly but I said, "I know, beautiful." I grabbed the bottom of her robes and started to lift them up. After having some trouble with stripping off her clothes, the young woman helped me. Once her clothes were off, I stared at her completely astonished. Her body was perfect. Her ample breasts, her tight stomach, her generous ass... I stood over her in awe. I reached out and put my hand on her stomach. I slowly slid it up in between her tits. Her flawless skin was so soft. "Cain?" She asked. I looked up, worried that I might have done something wrong, "What?" "I think I like you." She said with a smile. I chuckled and continued to touch her skin, "Is that because I licked you down there?" My hands had a mind of their own and traveled up to her breasts. Her pink nipples went perfectly with her golden skin. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that!" She said scowling. "So what's your name?" I continued the small talk. "Do you deserve to know that?" She asked still frowning. "You know my name don't you?" I reasoned, moving my hands back to massaging her muscles. She sighed, "My name is Jessica. Are you happy?" "That's a pretty name!" She didn't say anything but her posture became more relaxed. "Jessica?" I asked. "Yes, Cain?" Jessica replied. "Goodnight." With that, I stopped caressing her, pulled up the sheets over us, and turned away from her. *** Hope you enjoyed, my valued readers. Please excuse any mistakes, I am lacking an editor. Sorry for taking so long. I love you guys, don't forget to comment or favorite if you liked it! The Adventures of Cain Oh, gods... I don't remember what happened next. I was suddenly clothed and wandering the alleys of the northern side of Stone Springs. I didn't remember changing clothes but I was wearing fresh garments. I was also carrying a pack with some clothes and food. My dagger was still strapped to my belt and in addition I was also carrying one of my father's swords on my back. I didn't know where I was going. I had never ventured to this part of Stone Springs before. In fact I only knew that the palace was on the northern side and I could see it jutting past the other roof tops. I whispered out of desperation, "Fettel where am I going? Why am I here? Why are my parents..." I prayed that he would answer. Honestly, I was scared shitless. I just saw my parents slaughtered and I wanted to crawl into a hole. I stopped walking and sat down in the road. I felt so helpless. I wish they had killed me. I could feel my eyes water and I lowered my head. Fuck you, Fettel, this is all your fault. He probably summoned the assassins. "Get up, Cain." Fettel said flatly, "Stop crying." I wanted to disobey him but I did what I was told. Something inside told me that I should keep going. "Walk over to the building on the corner." Fettel instructed. I did as he asked and I saw one of the many pubs that were in Stone Springs. This one was called 'The Giant's Cauldron'. "Enter." Fettel commanded. I opened the door and was instantly overcome by the smell of ale and sweat. When my eyes finally focused on the poorly lit room, I saw a bar with most of the stools taken. There were many paintings of naked women hung on the walls and I saw some younger looking men staring at them with awe. "Sit in the booth in the corner." Fettel whispered in my ear. I scanned the room and saw the one he was talking about and I slowly made my way over. I sat in the booth by myself and looked around nonchalantly. I saw two men looking back at me with wide eyes. "They recognize you, Cain..." Fettel whispered, "do you recognize them?" What? My mind tried to think of what on earth he was talking about. I haven't seen their faces anywhere before... "That's because you didn't see their faces..." Fettel whispered in my ear. All emotions and color drained from my face. It was them, the assassins. I might have been mad at Fettel but all my hate channeled into what I was going to do next. I prayed silently, "Where is the third, Fettel?" "Upstairs... Give them hell, Cain" Fettel encouragingly said. I smiled slowly, got out of the booth, and walked over to the two men. I touched my new scars and said loudly, "You two look like you've seen a ghost." *** Thank you for reading everyone! Comments are appreciated! I am in need of a editor so if anyone is interested let me know.