My lungs felt like they had collapsed. I had screamed into the floor for an ungodly amount of time before I felt a different sensation on my body. Anything that wasn't pain was a welcome feeling, I thought. They spoke in that strange language, looking over me and as I looked up to them in hopes they could help, somehow, I saw them recoil and fall back. A gentle-looking man, or gentleman if you will, stared at me in horror before he pulled a book out from his side and tore a page out.

"Help- please!" I screamed, tears welling up in my eyes as I curled into a ball. The pain lasted a few more moments before, suddenly, the pain in my eye was gone as if it was a bad dream. It was a blessing for all of three seconds before I felt the pain on my back intensify. Arching back, I let out a howl of pure pain and agony. If I had to compare the pain to anything, it was like getting stabbed with a knife coated in molten iron. How do I know what that's like - well thanks for asking, I don't. I would think this is what it was like though. A searing pain that branded itself onto my back in the most agonizing way possible.

Footsteps. Many footsteps. Many metal footsteps resounded in my ears and I could only cry out in pain and in the hopes someone would save me from this pain. I couldn't risk sleeping right now. If I went unconscious, I might see that thing again. That was the only thought keeping me conscious and sane through the pain, and that was wearing thin.

The burning smell of leather turned into the smell one notices when they're burning week old corpses. In panic, I clutched at the ground. I heard my nails splinter and crack as they dragged against the stone floor, but even that was more bearable compared to the pain on my back. Any slight breeze caused a new blast of pain to run through me. Some people have shocks of ecstasy run down their spine when they use a drug. What went through my spine was not a shock - what went through me was the very embodiment of destruction and pain. My spine creaked, my ribs tried to move in ways they shouldn't, and I was scared. Right and truly scared of dying - of returning to that abyss with the... whatever it was...

A blessing came in the way of two other people ripping out several pages of their books at once. Pain subsided, and in a hurry, a female attendant(?) of one of the men there stripped off my outer armour, leaving my shirt on thankfully. They did rip off the back though, not that I'm complaining. There were gasps, there was someone who held back a gag, and there was another who started saying something with his hands placed over his navel. A prayer? God I could use one. In the off chance something would go wrong, I looked to the group. All I saw was green. Oh thank fuck...

"Mirror..." I called out wearily, already the strength from my voice gone. I was going to have a hell of a time with that tomorrow. "Arevauy... bagiur..." "Show me... second self" It took them a second or two, but another page was ripped out of one of their books, and in front of me was the view of my back - I meant a mirror, but I guess this works. Everything from the bottom of my spine to my butt was okay, nothing there. But it was when I looked above that that I saw just how bad it was.

Embedded in my skin was the symbol of something I could only describe as a brand. A brand that defined just how horrible all pain was and could be. And yet... looking at it, I couldn't help but feel my lips curve into a smile. A smile I couldn't see was plastered on my face, and I saw two of the other people's faces recoil in terror.

"I'm going... to rip out that things spine... right through its ass..."

The meanings of the symbols plastered across my back were foreign, alien and strange. But the weird thing was that I understood them. They described just what it determined my fate was. They were whispered to me as I was left screaming my lungs out.

A scream of metal on metal,

Whittling down flesh like wood,

A woman creates a path of blood and viscera,

Wandering into the maw of creation and destruction,

An existence that threatens god.

Yeah. A bit strange, edgy, but nonetheless with my fate determined by an entity I now despise, I'll follow it. I'll follow that path until I find it, and I'll rend it into tiny little pieces and then... I'll make it regret messing with my mind.

Feeling mentally refreshed I stood up and took in the sight of my back completely. This chuuni-like magic circle on my back was a part of me now apparently. I looked to one of those with the books, which I assumed to be the magic-people, considering ripping out a page healed me and showed me my back, and pointed to my eyes. One of them, looking utterly terrified, nodded rapidly and flipped through their book and tore out another page. In front of all of us was a floating image from one cheek to the other, showing my eyes. Floating

Several gasps sounded out, and that was understandable. On my eyes there were markings. Each eye had another magic circle similar in shape to the one on my back, the same signs and the same form. I reached a hand towards my face before I let my arm drop to my side.

Taking a deep breath, I nodded.

"Alright... okay..." My breath was coarse, and I walked to my bed. Sitting down, the girl that I think is similar to a maid in standing walked closer and gestured to her throat.

"Kylte?" " "Water?" I nodded and she instantly jogged out of the room. Looking at the door, I noticed there was an awful lot of people. Narrowing my eyes, I shoo'd them all off. Except one of those magic-guys, grabbing the first one to help's collar, I pointed to my back and lied down, belly first. He seemed scared, but obediently tore out another page of his book. Was I that intimidating? When everyone else was gone except for him, I spoke.

"Ytre?" "Name?" He flinched, tearing another page, and a warm sensation washed over my back, causing me to shudder.

"Ok'mitre..." I nodded into my pillow as I heard another page rip. How many was he going to use? That couldn't be cheap, right?

"Kiera..."

A couple hours passed, I'd gotten my drink from the maid-girl, and Ok'mitre had stopped using magic for a bit of time, likely waiting for me to not scare him into staying put, and a familiar face appeared in the door of my room. Still lying on my back, I turned my head to see D'rte standing in the doorway, staring at my back with a red face. Moving my arms to to get a better look, I noticed that the upper part of my butt was hanging over my pants. Groaning, I pulled them up, which seemed to bring his eyes to the main problem.

Wait a minute... I looked back at D'rte and noticed that, while his hand was covering the bottom of his face, there were tinges of red hanging around his fingers. Was he... blushing? Turning onto my side, I looked dead into Ok'mitre's face to see him blushing as well, although he was staring at the floor instead. He looked quite innocent if I thought about it. His brown hair covered most of his forehead, with it running over his eyes slightly. Soft, almost girly features, and overall just a very weak looking disposition. Was he supposed to be a knight like D'rte? That didn't make sense.

"Ok'mitre... ubu kiphy. Dewa" "Ok'mitre... you done. Go." My voice was getting hoarse, but my point got across, as he got up, gave a bow, and left. The smell of... I won't repeat it, but the smell from before never left the room, and I could see it took a toll on D'rte. He'd likely never smelt anything like that before and I had to admit, I hadn't either. But I'd been stewing in it for a bit and I was now used to it. "Xyv yveua, raeazaö." "Don't stand, idiot." I kicked the side of my bed weakly with my foot and D'rte came to sit down.

I wasn't stupid, I knew he was a superior at this point and that, honestly, he was probably tired of dealing with me, but oh well. After a bit, we sat in silence. We'd avoided the topic of my back the entire time, thankfully, but it needed to be said. Through some force of willpower I'd kept myself from crying this entire time - from being brought here suddenly, killing people for the first time, to having felt like my brain was a creatures chew toy - but I couldn't anymore.

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"Asuv... Marä... I'm so scared..." "I... scared..."

"Asuv suy... asuv suy..." "I know... I know..." He pat my calf gently. He couldn't pat my back because of the scars, and he was too far back to pat my head, so this was the best option, I think.

"I want to go home... I miss my friends... my dad... I miss my job. I miss going to the park after work, I miss eating Owen's shitty burgers, watching anime with Joseph..." I clenched my hands and I felt... so weak. I couldn't hold a fist for more than a second before it collapsed and I felt myself crying. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. What could I do? A god marked me, I had no friends here, I'm miles away from that forest of silver, the only safe place I've known so far without a way to go back to it... "I just want to be safe..." I shuddered a breath out. Reaching back, I touched the mark on me. It no longer hurt.

I turned to rest on my back and looked down at D'rte. He was staring at the floor. I looked to the door, it was shut. I looked to him again. He's strong, right? In this room of grey you're the only thing I can see with any colour, so you've gotta be strong, right? You can protect me, just for a little bit, right?

I sat up quietly and stared at his side for a bit before I got closer, and closer. I have to keep him close... I wrapped my arms around him and he turned to me quickly. I took the chance to press my lips against his and closed my eyes. When the first couple of seconds weren't met with resistance, I decided that it was okay. He wasn't pushing me away. Good... good...

Now that I was sitting beside him, I could feel his body tower over mine - even when I couldn't see him. He was a metaphorical giant compared to me right now and that was what I needed. Only now did I part from the kiss and open my eyes. I could see the surprise, the pity, and the sadness in his eyes. I... recoiled. Do I want this?

Gritting my teeth, I looked into D'rte's eyes and kissed him again, this time was more intimate. My tongue fought with his and it seemed I broke down whatever sort of pity he had for me. Maybe this would be enough to show him that I needed it. I needed something - anything - to make me feel safe. One of my hands drew down his arm to grab his, and I brought it to my shirt's collar. He loosened it and eventually we pulled from the kiss, a strand of saliva hanging between our lips. I was a tad sweaty from the pain I endured not long ago, but either he didn't mind it, couldn't smell it, or was into it, because the moment I lifted the shirt up and over my head he moved his face to my collarbone and planted several small pecks across it.

My bra was likely something that wasn't common in the world yet, because he looked confused when he saw it. Or maybe he thought I was a - I won't finish that thought. Reaching in front of my chest, I showed him how to unbuckle it, a more hands-on explanation as I used his hands. He had large, comforting hands. Shucking my bra off my shoulders, I hoped he wouldn't be disappointed, considering I wasn't the most stacked woman he'd likely ever met, but I think he was fine with me.

I stared into his eyes as I moved his palms down my sides and to my pants, where he also undid the knots in that. His face was red. He was embarrassed. Is he a virgin? I smiled at that thought.

Grinning down at D'rte, my hands travelled up to his shoulders, gently grasping at his clothes as I felt his hands wander. Perhaps he was exploring, or he was checking to see if I was still human after everything. Chuckling, my hand moved down to lift his and placed it at the hem of my pants. As I lifted myself, my trousers began to fall with the assistance of D'rte's hands. My bare skin was revealed to his calloused fingers without a second to catch himself. They planted themselves squarely on my butt, resting comfortably as I shimmied my hips to drop the trousers further.

When I could, I kicked them off and reveled in the sensation of freedom. Finally; after being trapped in clothes that held me confined while I screamed in agony, I was able to remove them. D'rte's hands moved around more, allowing me to sit on his lap, completely naked. I wasn't as embarrassed as I thought I would be. I couldn't feel a heat in my cheeks, or the pitter-patter of my heart in my chest. Neither was there the so-called "butterflies" in my stomach. I remained firmly planted on him before I pushed his chest back. I noticed that his armour still constrained him, and I couldn't have that. With zero hesitation, I began to calmly, almost lucidly, strip off the pieces of metal, leather, and finally his shirt.

What I was was just about what I expected of him.

He was well-built, muscles at every part of his body and I saw, just slightly, the tense flexes in his arms and chest. I held his face in one hand while the other gently pat and roamed his torso. I needed intimacy. I needed this.

Sighing as D'rte gained some confidence in himself and rubbed my breast, I smiled to myself. Leaning down to kiss him on the lips, the hand on his chest moved down. Down further than his stomach until finally, my hand touched a bulge. A twitching, pulsing bulge in his pants and I felt ecstatic. I did my best to quickly untie the knots in his trousers before I slid off of him and planted my butt on the cold stone floor, a shiver running up my spine. Gradually I removed his pants from him and set them on the floor beside me and I was met with a sight I could only gasp at. In front of me was not only a very fit man but a well-endowed man as well. A perfect seven, maybe seven and a half inches rose from between his legs. Well trimmed but not completely, I began gulping down my saliva. I pushed my head forward slightly, getting him closer to my face as I stared up at him. Curling one hand around him, I kissed the side as I pulled its length up and down. Now that we were both naked, there was nothing else to separate our bodies from one another.

"Kie-" D'rte was about to say something, but I made him quiet down with my other hand reaching down to cup his balls. Shaking my head, he got the point and became quiet as I did my best for him. I'm not very experienced in these kinds of things, so I wasn't doing anything with practised ease, but I was doing what I could and what I knew from porn. And yet, despite all that, I saw that D'rte had a small smile on his face. He was so kind...

Taking a deep breath, I held my breath as I stood up and stood over him. I rubbed a hand down my stomach and thigh before I squat down over his hips.

"I love you." I said. I wasn't sure if I meant it myself or not, but it was most definitely not said on the spur of the moment. He stared up at me, confused, before I dropped my squat onto my knees, and aligned his dick to my slit before I dropped my hips. I blinked a couple of times before looking down at my waist. Wasn't there supposed to be some intense pain? I leaned back a bit and saw that there wasn't blood there either. I was confused, wanting to look and see if there really was nothing wrong, but then I noticed the restraint on D'rte's face. I practically beamed in joy as I took note that it was most definitely pleasure that he was experiencing. I lifted my hips before dropping them again, and D'rte grunted. I dropped my chest over him as I continued to ride gently.

Softly, I kissed at his collarbone, at his neck and his cheek. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs were next to his.

"D'rte... D'rte..." I moaned out his name as pleasure began to rock through my system. My pace quickened as I experienced more, and soon there was the rapid slapping of skin on skin, mixed with my moans of euphoria. "D'rte-" My moan was cut short as I sudden blast of pleasure rocked my world and my mind went blank. After my world went white for a moment, I took a few moments to collect my thoughts, my hips were left shaking and jittering as I weakly lifted my chest off of my partner. In his eyes was the determination to not be left in the dust. When I saw those eyes something inside me shook. His eyes narrowed and he pushed himself up, leaving me on my back on my bed as sweat began to coalesce on my skin.

"D'r... te?" Without a windup, he leaned over me and brought my lips to his at the same he thrust forward. My eyes rolled up for a moment just as I felt a moan leave my lips and enter past his. I was left on my back, wondering what came over him before he continued moving without hesitation. Something clicked.

My whole world spun around as I felt him inside me, thumping at the edge of somewhere I wasn't sure he should be. My womb ached for him. But as he pushed into me, I could feel the air practically getting punched out of my lungs each time he buried himself inside. My grip around his shoulders tightened and I held myself close to him, still kissing, still moaning. He hadn't even begun to slow down even after several minutes had passed. While he was still working us both to an inevitable climax, I wrapped my legs around his back.

I knew it was stupid, I knew I was being an idiot and that this was, frankly, very dangerous. But the idea had my brain running circles. By the time that D'rte had pulled his face from mine, I couldn't even form words anymore, left moaning out like an animal in the stone room.

I felt like I'd been remade. Dopamine spiked through my system and I let out a howl of pleasure. The moment that the rush of pleasure faded slightly, I regained conscious thought and let go of him and had to put all my willpower into pushing off of him. As his face of surprise was shown to me, it began fading into disappointment. That expression hurt me in my core. I opened my mouth and pointed to it as I grabbed his thigh with my other hand. His face was one of confusion, but he moved closer to my face. In haste, as to not lose the momentum of pleasure he was in, I wrapped my lips around his tip, and he grit his teeth. Staring up from my position at his crotch, I saw his face, red and contorted in confused pleasure, and I had a thought. How was he not taken yet?

He was super sexy, thoughtful, a very smart man, and strong considering he was a knight. But, whatever the answer was, it didn't matter to me. I moved my head in light movements, just getting his tip past my lips as my tongue teased him. However, I wasn't able to do it for long. Not even a minute had gone by before his hand was placed on my head and I felt a warmth in my mouth, as well as a bittersweet taste. A moment later and D'rte seemingly thought he'd wronged me, as he pulled back immediately and placed his hands on my shoulders, still breathing heavily. I looked into his eyes, and without breaking eye contact, swallowed down everything he unloaded into my mouth, before showing him with a gasp. I was often told that semen tasted pretty bad unless you had a certain diet. D'rte didn't have anything like that that I'd seen, either his semen was just... naturally this pleasant, or I have weird tastes.

I couldn't tell based on his reaction, which was a mix of arousal, panic, and bafflement.

In the aftermath of everything, as we sat staring at each other for a bit, I leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "Thank you, D'rte. Heshok." "I'm grateful." And then I hugged him tightly. "Thank you..."

He comforted me in more ways than one. He listened to me when we both knew he couldn't understand me, he held me close and even... we even had sex. After sitting together, hugging in silence, D'rte stood up and began to get dressed. As I sat on the edge of the bed, I realized I Had nothing to clean this with and that it now smelt of sex and sweat. Not that... I minded the smell too much. Swallowing down some more saliva, I rubbed my back. I was kind of sore after all was said and done, and I didn't want to lie down just yet. Looking at my clothes strewn across the floor, I put on my pants and boots again.

"Deobamäuy hesha gävy pji" "I will send someone to clean" D'rte said, and I gave him a nod. As he was about to put his shirt on, before looking at mine which was burnt, torn, and otherwise unwearable, he sighed and put his on me.

"Oh- okay, thanks mom." I laughed. I never understood the whole "wearing your lovers clothes" thing, and I still don- Oh shit it smells like him...

Clearing my throat, I pulled him into another hug as I stood up, albeit unsteadily. I didn't want to let him go, but he probably had things to do. I wanted him to keep me safe for just a little while longer. Was that so much to ask? It was, as there was a knock at the door just when was thinking about it. I walked to it and opened it slightly to see who it was. It was the maid-like girl from before.