Broken Tower Saga: The First Swordsman

[Warning: The following chapter contains R-18 content (Not A Filler). Read at your own discretion.] 

Aasan was leaning against the wall on the bed. His eyes were closed, breathing was slow and even, but he was not sleeping. He had put off the light armour he was wearing only in a simple vest and trousers. Even though they were inside the fortress, it was still quite cold here, yet Aasan seemed to feel nothing. 

He stayed there for over an hour, not even trying to sleep, as he knew it was quite difficult for him to fall asleep in a foreign place. 

Suddenly, the door was knocked twice, yet Aasan stayed in his posture.

The Knocking continued as Aasan opened his eyes. "Who is it?" he asked not too loudly, but there was no reply as the knocking continued.

Shaking his head, Aasan stood up. He checked the knives in his possession before opening the door in alert eyes. 

No assault came after he opened the door, but his eyes did not dull in the alertness.

The one who knocked on his door was none other than Sitara, the former leader of the fortress. She was wearing a nightgown that looked dangerous; not in the fetal way, but in the other way. Apart from that, she was holding a bottle of wine in her hand, while showing a tantalising smile at Aasan.

Sitara walked inside the room without bothering Aasan. She left the bottle of wine on the side table where another empty bottle was with an empty glass. She started fetching the wine from the glass when she heard Aasan.

"That's probably not the best of decisions you have made in your life."

"Oh please," Sitara said, looking at the pouring red wine in the dim light of the limelight. "I'm not some seventeen years virgin that you need to worry about." 

Aasan looked at the tall girl, head to toe, before opening his lips as he walked forward to the bed. "So how old are you?"

Sitara smiled sweetly. "Don't you know you should not ask a lady for her age?" she said, offering a glass of wine to him. "But I can tell you I'm no older than you."

Aasan took the glass, but did not drink it, and waited for her to sip in first. 

Sitara noticed it as well. "Don't worry," she said, sipping the wine. "I'm not that despicable to mix something in."

Aasan nodded as he sipped in slowly, looking at Sitara. He came to the main topic rather straight. "So what do you want?"

Sitara went silent as she looked Aasan in the eyes. "Do I look like a whore to you?" She asked. "Wait, it's my fault. Let me rephrase it again. Do-Any-Of-My-Action-Indicate-I-Am-A-WHORE?"

Aasan said nothing. 

"I should have cleared that out from the beginning," Sitara sighed. "Listen here, Mister Aasan. You may be a hell of a lot smarter than me or stronger than me, but I'm not some cheap girl—you can find in the market either. I do not want anything from you, and even if I want something I will take it myself."

Aasan sipped in another sip of wine, almost half of the context. "I must admit you are quite impressive," he said. 

"I can say that about you as well, but you are quite dull now that I'm looking." Sitara snorted.

"Really," Aasan smiled a little.

"Really," Sitara repeated, nodding. Both of their eyes are at each other, not blinking.

In the next moment, Aasan pulled her into a kiss. Their lips met as they felt the sweet smell of the wine on each other's lips. Sitara was not expecting such behaviour so soon as the night was quite young, yet she did not disrupt the flow. 

Her palms were on the back of the head of Aasan, messing with his dark hair as she felt Aasan violently sucking onto her lips. She was gasping for breath as a pair of arms roamed around her back.

Aasan pulled away from the kiss first as he opened his lips again. "Really?"

Sitara gasped for breath as she heard Aasan. She was about to counterattack, but Aasan did not let her. 

He pulled her into a kiss again, sucking in as violently as before, while one of his palms roamed inside her nightgown. 

Sitara felt the icy touch of the palm on her bare back as she shivered a little. Aasan completed the kiss as he started to pull up her nightgown from below. She did not decline, raising her both arms a little as her upper bare body opened into display. 

"You are even more impressive than I thought," Aasan said, in heavy breathing. He continued on kissing, but on her neck as he went down while his palms were measuring the two full bosoms. 

Another knocking sounded on the door, but Aasan heard nothing. He kissed Sitara from her neck to way down and finally stopped at one of her bosoms.

"Looks like your seventeen years old virgin is calling," Sitara said as she clearly heard the voice on the door.

Aasan stopped midway on his pleasure, he raised his head as he looked towards the door. 

"What is it?" He asked loudly at the door with obvious annoyance in his voice.

"Are you awake, Aasan?" A female voice came behind the door.

"No, I'm sleeping."

"My bad," Michelle continued from behind the door. "I need something to discuss with you."

"NO. Not now," Aasan said. "Didn't you hear what I said at the table? You need to wait for the sunrise, redhead." 

"Why are you being such a jerk now?" Michelle asked angrily.

"I'm always a jerk, don't you remember?" Aasan sighed. "Go back now, I'll see you in the morning."

Aasan heard the stomping behind the door and so were the angry grunts. Then he looked at Sitara to find she was finishing the glass of wine. Her upper body was still bare, showcasing her impressive curves.

"So where are we?" Aasan asked, moving towards her. 

"You were sucking my right nipples," Sitara gigged. 

Aasan smiled in the corner of his lips as he moved to continue his task, but Sitara caught his arms. 

"Why are your palms so cold?" She asked in the middle.

"It's cold as long as I remember," Aasan said as he continued doing his job, moving his arm at the round bosoms, yet Sitara stopped him again. 

"Nah; nah; nah," Sitara smiled as he pushed Aasan on the bed, climbing on top of him. "You had your chances, now it's my turn."

Sitara pulled downed Aasan's clothes first, before hers as the two bodies tangled together in the cold night, sucking in each other's warmth.

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End of Chapter: Warmth in the Cold Night.

Next Chapter: Scums.

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