Hero Is Now Villain

"Take off your clothes," said Ryzen, his eyes scanning the curves and a few exposures of skin between the fur armor pieces of the female bandit, who seemed to be in a ripe age around her late teens or early twenties.

The bandit girl did not seem to comprehend Ryzen's words at first, but soon she began to undress herself with trembling hands.

Soon the girl was wearing nothing but the fur boots on her legs. Just as expected, the bandit, albeit a little skinny, had a curvature of a fertile woman, while living in the wilds had noticeably helped her gain muscles on the h.i.p.s and the abdomen.

When she tried to take off the boots too, Ryzen stopped her.

"Now, kneel."

The bandit girl must have thought that she was about to be beheaded as she closed her eyes and trembled silently in the face of death.

"You know what you have to do," said Ryzen, with the bottom part of the armor taken off and standing with a fully erectile p.e.n.i.s casting a shadow over the entire face of the closed-eyed, n.a.k.e.d prey.

The girl slowly opened her eyes to see what was in front of her and blinked a couple times before frowning in disgust and distaste.

"Just kill me already," grumbled the girl.

"Perhaps after."

"I will bite it off. I have done it before."

Ryzen stared at the fiery face of the bandit as his l.u.s.t grew bigger with each passing second. He looked around and picked up a belt on the ground.

"Turn around."

The bandit girl resisted, but Ryzen had no difficulty tying the girl's hands behind her back. The lean, muscular back and h.i.p.s of the bandit girl writhed and wriggled as she tried her best to untie herself.

Ryzen then grabbed the girl from the back and made her bend over. The perky h.i.p.s were soft against the touch of Ryzen's p.e.n.i.s that gently c.a.r.e.s.sed the cheeks and the anus before thrusting itself purposefully into the warm, tight v.a.g.i.n.a.

The girl let out a frustrated, humiliated cry-like m.o.a.n, which turned into stifled, suppressed breaths at each back-and-forth movement by Ryzen.

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With blood and dead bodies lying around the area, Ryzen and the bandit girl had now entered the small hut and were on the dirty but cushioned cot inside it. The girl still had her hands tied to the back while lying face-down on the cot while Ryzen, completely n.a.k.e.d now, steadily and studiously r.a.p.ed her from behind.

Several hours in, the girl could barely stand on her legs. Ryzen cut off the belt that was tying the girl's hands and climbed on her, his p.e.n.i.s still erect and hard. The girl did not resist anymore as she openly m.o.a.n.e.d and cried out loud like a harassed beast while holding onto Ryzen's strong, n.a.k.e.d body tightly.

Ryzen made sure to e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.e all over the lean, muscular body of the bandit girl. The v.a.g.i.n.a had already exploded with rich, creamy s.e.m.e.n after ten times or so of repeated, heated i.n.t.e.r.c.o.u.r.s.e. When Ryzen tried to penetrate the girl's anus, the girl protested feebly at first but in time spread it wide with her hands in a shameless self-indulgence and libertine l.u.s.t. The girl's mouth s.u.c.k.e.d as her tongue enveloped the rock hard p.e.n.i.s ever so passionately and deliciously until the bandit girl gagged and complained dreamily about a pained jaw. At that point, the war paint on the girl's face had been erased completely and Ryzen could make out a youthful, petulant but pretty facial feature of the panting girl beneath him.

With a couple hours left to dawn, the bandit girl finally fainted, covered in sweat, s.e.m.e.n, her own urination, and v.a.g.i.n.a.l discharge all over her body. Ryzen, on the other hand, seemed unfatigued as ever. He did look refreshed and at ease.

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The bandit girl woke up when the sun was high. She got up with start and realized that she was buck n.a.k.e.d—and filthy. The smell of the last night made her feel dizzy, and also aroused. She got up and wrapped cloth around her for cover before venturing out of the small hut.

In the center of the small camp, the black-armored man was sitting with his back turned towards the girl. The welcoming smell of a stew made her realize how hungry she was right now.

An abrupt horse neigh made her turn towards the source of the sound. Near the edge of the camp stood the large black horse chewing—what appears to be a human carcass—and staring at her with clear but eerily condescending eyes.

"Care to eat?"

The girl started as the last night's rapist asked her casually, his back still turned against her. The girl tried to remember the man's face, but to no avail.

Last night felt like a dream, a nightmare. A sensual, l.e.w.d nightmare, to be exact.

When the girl was still hesitant whether to run away or respond to the man's invitation to eat along, the man turned his head to face her.

The man seemed like a heartless monster last night. But under the daylight, he seemed gentle and calm, and even handsome in a moody, sardonic way. The jet-black hair definitely set the melancholic, stoic tone around him.

"It is a rabbit stew, ingredients taken from one of your barrels. In case you are suspecting I intend to eat one of your friends like my horse over there."

The girl inhaled bravely and stepped forward.

"They are—were not my friends."

The girl gingerly approached and sat facing the no-longer scary rapist.

"There are no friends among bandits. Just partners. Business partners," concluded the girl, taking the bowl of soup cautiously.

"Good. I feel less bad about what happened last night," said the black-armored man.

The girl swallowed the soup with difficult as she lowered her spoon.

"You should feel bad. If not for the murders then the way you—treated me last night," protested the girl, blushing at the same time against her will.

"I could have just killed you then. Besides, you seemed to enjoy along with me as the night went deeper."

The girl coughed out a mouthful of soup at the unexpected accusation.

"I did not—I was not enjoying myself!"

"Sure. What is your name, girl?"

"Kisha. Yours?"

There was an awkward pause before the man replied.

"Ryzen. Ryzen Venger."

"Are you a knight, Ryzen?" asked Kisha curiously.

Another awkward pause came before Ryzen's simple reply.

"I was."

"That explains last night. A runaway knight can kill, assault, and **** all he wants, does he not?" nodded Kisha as she finished her soup clean.

Ryzen stared at Kisha, part amused and part bewildered.

"You seem at ease, young girl."

"I slept, I ate. What more is needed for a girl to feel at ease?"

"The fact that you are sitting across a mad murderer and a rabid rapist, perhaps?"

"But you are not going to kill me, are you?"

"No."

"Then I am truly at ease."

Ryzen smiled sardonically as he watched Kisha yawn and stretch nonchalantly before him. Then the realization that Kisha might be younger than he thought she was hit him hard.

"I do feel bad about how... roughly and barbarically I treated you last night," said Ryzen solemnly.

Kisha broke out a genuine laughter, with a smile that made her look prettier by about five times than her usual petulant expression.

"You seem, talk, and feel like a totally different man from last night, Sir Ryzen."

Ryzen chose his words carefully.

"There will come—there are times when I cannot control myself. Last night was one of those occasions."

"Most men are like that though," said Kisha understandingly.

"I am not like most men," said Ryzen gravely.

Kisha's smile faded a little at the gravity of Ryzen's words.

"Yes, I can see that," said Kisha finally.

Ryzen got up, picking up the sheathed long sword next to him—almost clinging to it to Kisha's keen eyes.

"I cannot undo what I did last night. I apologize greatly. I also apologize for having no means to compensate for your trouble except by sparing your life."

"Why, thank you, kind Sir," scoffed Kisha sarcastically.

Ryzen awkwardly bowed and walked towards Laabyrinth.

"Wait, you are really leaving?" called Kisha.

Ryzen turned and blinked at Kisha.

"Is there a reason for me to stay? Do you need protection?"

"No, I do not need a protection," Kisha clicked her tongue petulantly.

"Well, then," said Ryzen, grabbing Laabyrinth's reins resolutely.

"Where are you going?" asked Kisha, sounding more eager and desperate than she hoped for.

Ryzen paused.

"I do not know, actually."

"You really are a weird one, Sir Ryzen."

"But I do know that wherever I go, there will be blood and death," said Ryzen gloomily.

"Sounds fun," said Kisha cheerily.

"You saw what happened last night. Was that fun?"

"Which part? Witnessing four murders in less than four seconds or being r.a.p.ed for hours until I peed all over myself?"

"Why are you smiling?" asked Ryzen, bewildered and even scared of the boldness of the young girl.

"I am smiling because I have a feeling that wherever you go, there will be loots. Where there are loots to be sold, Kisha becomes rich. You do not seem like a looter, but you look like a killer. You kill, I loot. We can do business together."

Ryzen blinked several times, trying to comprehend Kisha's words with difficulty.

"You are not scared of me?"

"I was. But you gave me food, life... and some unexpected p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e last night."

Ryzen noticed that Kisha blushed a little at the last words and hoped that he was not blushing likewise.

"Besides, the way you went last night, you will need a woman by your side? You cannot go raping every woman you meet. Settle with me, all for the price of leaving some loot for me at the end of your bloodbath."

"How old are you, Kisha?"

"Sixteen," answered Kisha casually.

Ryzen closed his eyes, wanting to mutter out the name of Xon in dismay.

But he could not. The word Xon hovered in his head but never came to be spoken out loud.

[That is correct, my child. A Laab's Champion shall not hold other names in his mouth.]

"Shut up," growled Ryzen.

"I really am. Do I look that old?" frowned Kisha, mistaking to take Ryzen's words to have been addressed to her.

[I saw what you did last night. My child, Aoum is going to love you the way you embraced and embodied passion like that.]

Ryzen ignored Laab's voice and turned to Kisha with a solemn face.

"You cannot come along. I will not take you with me in my journey."

"Come on, what is there to lose for you?"

Kisha stood up quickly, and the cloth covering her n.a.k.e.d body fell on the ground. Ryzen took in the fresh n.a.k.e.d body of a young girl under the daylight, thinking it was blindingly beautiful against his will.

"Cannot take your eyes off, can you now?" said Kisha, putting her hand on her waist confidently and flaunting the curves of her body.

"If you want, we could have another go right now," added Kisha.

"No. We part here, for good, for your own safety."

"I do not care for safety. My life has always been dangerous, with or without you. In fact, you could be the safest protection and bet I have ever had in my life."

"You know, I can just get on the horse and leave you in the dust, young girl," said Ryzen, fatigued and tired for the first time since his new life as a Daemonic Champion.

Kisha, n.a.k.e.d and proud, approached Ryzen and slid her hand inside the bottom armor piece.

"But not with a huge c.o.c.k like this between your t.h.i.g.hs, you cannot."

Ryzen shuddered a little as Kisha's cold, small hands c.a.r.e.s.sed the already hardened p.e.n.i.s inside the armor.

"Stop," pleaded Ryzen.

But Kisha had already knelt before Ryzen and took out the stiff p.e.n.i.s through the dislocated armor piece. Kisha then gently licked it first before swallowing it whole inside her small, sanguine mouth. Ryzen let out a defeated, soft m.o.a.n as Kisha rolled and ground her soft tongue around tip repeatedly and relentlessly.

"No other r.a.p.ed woman is going to suck your d.i.c.k like this, you know," said Kisha taking her mouth off briefly while stroking the saliva-laden p.e.n.i.s firmly and methodically.

[Take her, my child. She offers good service.]

"Pervert," grunted Ryzen.

"You call me a pervert? You even drank my pee last night, remember? Licked it clean off right between my legs," retorted Kisha, again believing Ryzen addressed her.

"There is something you should know, Kisha, something important I have to tell you," said Ryzen hopelessly to the top of the ginger head busy s.u.c.k.i.n.g his p.e.n.i.s down below. Ryzen felt both troubled and pleased at the same time, more pleased to be really honest with himself.

Just before the ejaculation, Kisha got up and turned around to spread her a.s.s cheeks wide.

"First things first. We can talk later," said Kisha, fingering the juicy v.a.g.i.n.a with one hand while wagging her index finger on the other hand to goad Ryzen.

Ryzen obliged, taking off his armor and grabbing Kisha's slim waist hard.

Kisha let out an enraptured cry that sounded drastically different from last night. The v.a.g.i.n.a was wetter and more compact, and Ryzen's p.e.n.i.s moved back and forth so oily and fluidly that he could even taste the chewy savoriness on the sides of his tongue.

"Hold me," gasped Kisha as she turned and around climbed on top of Ryzen and hugged him, her v.a.g.i.n.a still connected to Ryzen's skyrocketing p.e.n.i.s. Holding Kisha securely, Ryzen lifted her up and down while constantly grinding the p.e.n.i.s on the wrinkly wall of her v.a.g.i.n.a.

Panting and breathing wildly, Kisha buried her face on the side neck of Ryzen, and then proceeded to bite his ear gently, followed by swiveling her tongue along the lines and creases, breathing air into it at the same time.

Ryzen, grabbing Kisha's a.s.s tightly and appreciatively, lowered his head to suckle the pink-colored n.i.p.p.l.es hard between the teeth. Kisha giggled as the sensation tickled her more than it aroused her.

At one point, the two locked eyes and kissed fervently, tasting each other's tongue and lips with clear saliva dripping from their chins.

Ryzen carried Kisha back to the hut they slept last night, the p.e.n.i.s and v.a.g.i.n.a still connected and jerking within and against each other with each step and heave.

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Kisha was riding on top of Ryzen, rocking her waist back and forth. Ryzen's strong hands were cupping and fondling Kisha's neat b.r.e.a.s.ts. After that, his hands now grabbed her waist and started lifting her up and down as he moved his waist as well in rhythm. Tight clapping sounds filled the hut as Kisha exclaimed a high-pitched scream and jolted her legs spread apart helplessly.

As Kisha felt the warm s.e.m.e.n scorching inside her, she squirted involuntarily and freely over Ryzen's body. Kisha then fell on top of him, with a wet puddle between the two heated bodies.

"I am coming with you," panted Kisha with her face against Ryzen's c.h.e.s.t, over the thumping, satisfied black heart.

"Yes, you are," answered Ryzen, stroking Kisha's curly red hair lazily.