&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& MUNE KNIGHT -- PART 1 -- ORIGINAL ANIME FANFIC &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& By Ed Hrzic &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& Copyright (c) 1995 by Ed Hrzic &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& ----------------------------------------------------------------- Okay, so I had a fun time playing through 'Knights of Xentar' (even though I had the game on back-order for TWO YEARS and it lasted me only 4 days) and decided to write my own lemon-type. It may not be very good, but what do you expect from the demented mind of Ed Hrzic? Tee hee! ----------------------------------------------------------------- Send comments to "bd981@@yfn.ysu.edu". Hope you like it. Thanks! ----------------------------------------------------------------- ***************************************************************** WARNING! This FanFic contains scenes of sexual descriptions. Tread carefully. ***************************************************************** PART 1 -- "Resia" A young man stepped onto the path that would end in the nice, quaint little village of Bak. It would be a long journey. Probably about a two day walk. His name is Clap. Being the teenager he is, it was good for him to get out. His mother, Gana, a beautiful young woman (he often thought she was to young to be his mother), suggested that he become a optometrist or an anesthesiologist. This being a fantasy setting, and knowing that neither of these professions would really exist for some time, he bid farewell to her incredible imagination, and struck out on his own as an adventurer. That was fifteen minutes ago. He now had a sword (which he "acquired" from the local butcher), and a suit of leather armor which he purchased from a retired adventurer three months ago. There was one problem. 'What am I going to do?' he thought. 'Oh! That's right! I'm going to Bak. It's going to be two days.' He started walking. 'Too bad I wasn't smart enough to bring some food...' Clap was relatively handsome by the standards of his village (he was one of thirteen males in his village. There were twenty other women). He had shoulder length black hair, and a general build. Also, hormones told him to get out of the house, since his mother was very good looking and... Clap shook his head. 'Geez, I REALLY do need to get out.' Three hours later, Clap was having second thoughts. Too many birds and trees were getting to him. Besides, his feet were hurting. He stopped and sat down. Looking around he said, "If I don't talk to someone soon, this cheery setting is going to make me strip down and go insane." As if on cue, he heard someone screaming from over a hill. Being a noble (and curiously lonely) soul, he naturally took off for the hill. There was a young girl, struggling against the efforts of three bandits. Her blue dress was ripped. One especially large and important looking hooligan was holding her as the other two cheered on. Also being the humanitarian, Clap yelled, pointing his finger, "Hey you! Get your damn hands off of her!" [Author's note: Sorry gang. I'm watching 'Back to the Future I' right now.] The bandits, along with the young girl, looked up. One of the lackeys laughed. "Who the hell are YOU?" Clap, feeling rather stupid at this point, said, "Oh just a passerby." "Then just PASS BY." The girl screamed, "Help!" The rather large bandit hit her. "Shut up." She yelped and fell down on the ground. The bandit picked up the struggling form and slung her over one shoulder. "Help!" she yelled again. "I thought I told you to leave." Clap, now feeling more the humanitarian, said, "Just after I kick your asses." The big bandit dropped the girl. She yelped. "Is that so? You don't realize who you're picking a fight with, do you?" "No. But for my sake, and for the sake of the readers out there, will you please state your credentials?" The big bandit drew out his cutlass and walked up to Clap. "I am Dang. Right hand man to Wire, greatest and grandest warrior in all of the world." Clap pulled out his sword and pointed at the other bandits. "And your friends?" Dang smiled. "Stock characters. They need not names since they are irrelevant to the plot." "Oh," Clap muttered. "Also, for my general knowledge, what is your name?" "Clap." "On or off?" [Author's note: Get it? Clap on? I know, I know, ggggrrroooaaannn.] Dang swung. It was a slow one, since Clap easily ducked. He moved to the side and re-positioned himself in front of Dang. The other bandits were making cheering stances. "Ra ra ree... kick 'em in the knee! Ra ra rass...kick 'em in the other knee!" Dang swung downward. Clap back-stepped. He saw the opening since Dang's strikes were slow. He kicked Dang in the shin. "Ow! That hurt!" Dang howled as he dropped the cutlass and grabbed at his shin, hopping around. Also being one to exploit the situation, Clap swung his foot again, sweeping Dang off his feet, falling flat on his back. Clap picked up the fallen cutlass. Walking up to Dang's head, he stuck the cutlass into the ground (very close to Dang's left ear) and his sword into the ground on the other side of his head. "Duhhhhhhhh..." was all that Dang could mutter. Clap smiled. "You're lucky. I could have cut off something of much value to you." "That's alright. Uh, can we leave now?" Dang asked politely. Clap shrugged. "Sure. Why not. Leave your money though." Dang was up in a hop, and was with his gang speeding down the road. Their money bags were left on the ground. "So, that was some nice footwork." the girl said as she rose from the ground. Clap had forgotten about her. He turned and finally got a better look at her. She had fixed her dress. Her hair was purple, with a fair complexion. Clap realized he had been staring too long, and caught himself. "What's your name?" he asked. "I'm Resia. And you are...?" "Clap." "Oh, that's right. I remember." Clap groaned. "Oh no. I'm not part of some prophecy you know or dreamt about, am I?" "No. I heard it when you were chatting to the bandits." "Oh..." Clap had to admit he was a little disappointed. "What are you doing out here?" "I was trying to find help. Those bandits had been attacking my village for several years. I finally got tired of it, and ran off for help." "Where are you from?" She thumbed behind her. "Back in Bak." "That's about two days away!" "Yeah...but I need to advance the story, so don't interrupt." "Sorry." "Anyway, I ran for those days, barely stopping to rest. Then they caught up with me here." "Wow." She peered at him. "You're not really an adventurer, are you?" Clap was also the honest sort. "No. I just began three hours ago." "And you've picked up about thirty experience points, and fifty gold." Clap looked at the bags. "How do you know that?" Resia holds up two books: the DMG and one with the word 'SCRIPT' on it. Clap picked up the gold. "We should get back to Bak so I can tell my father I'm alright. I'm sure he'll reward you. I know Bak is out of your way." Clap shook his head. "As a matter of fact, I was on my way there. It's just coincidence." "Hmmm..." she said, smiling. * * * After three more hours, night was starting to fall. They had purchased some food from a traveling man (who had a pony-tail and was being chased by another strange man wielding a bokken). Stopping in a forest, Clap made a fire and sat with his back to a tree. Resia sat opposite him. "So, how much farther?" Clap asked. "You know the area much better than me." Resia thought. "I'd say about another two hours." "If I walk any more, my legs'll give out." "Weakling." Clap struck a pose. "That's me." "Why did you want to become an adventurer? Was it a lifelong ambition? To fulfill some childhood promise to-" "Hormones," Clap said, closing his eyes. "Hormones?!" she exclaimed, unbelievably. "Yeah." "Why THAT of all things?" "I'm a teenager. Testosterone and other fluid is pumping at unbelievable rates." "How old are you?" she asked, curiously. "Eighteen." "I'm sixteen," she said. "Mind if I sit over there with you?" [Author's note: Yes, we're getting to THAT part of the story.] "Uh...sure." She gets up and walks to him. "Can I borrow your sword for a moment?" "You're not going to kill me, are you?" he said, handing it to her. "No," she giggled, taking it. She plunges the sword into the fabric of her dress, exceptionally high up on her thighs. She drops the sword, and starts ripping the fabric. "What are you doing?!" he panicked. She finishes ripping the bottom portion of her dress of. "To make a mini-skirt. That way, you can see more of my panties." "Guuhhh," he blurted out, seeing the lacy-edge of her blue panties, which matched her now altered dress. She sat down on his lap. "I never really thanked you for saving me." "A-a-all in a day's work," he said nervously. "If I don't reward you now, I never will be able to. Being constrained by your parents never to have a boy-friend really makes a woman-" "Excuse me?" "Is it just me, or are all adventurers as naive as you?" "Uh..." "Just what I thought." she looked down. "Ooohhh! Is that a dagger in your pocket..." "No. Let's quit with the jokes for now." She stuck her face into his. "That's up to you." She tugs at her panties, pulling them down her legs while still in his lap. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" he screamed. "Isn't it obvious?" "What-?" "SEX, YOU MORON! DO I HAVE TO SPELL IT OUT FOR YOU?! I-WANT-TO- HAVE-SEX!" "I-" She sat up, grabbed him, and pushed over to the ground. She kissed him on the lips. "A little aggressive, aren't we?" he said, shaking. "I'm my father's treasure. He always puts me on display. He'll never let me out of his sight, let alone get married. SOMETHING has to be done, and done now." She pulls down his pants. She leans backward, and sinks slowly onto him. She arches her back. "This is going to hurt..." She then rammed herself downward as hard as she could. She screams out. Meanwhile, Clap was enjoying the sensations. "What's wrong?" "I'm a virgin you fool...was..." She started bouncing. Okay, so Clap wasn't sexually active, and didn't know much about the subject. He mainly laid there, hands on her hips, thrusting upward as she rode for what seemed like all night. "Damn it," she cursed between yelps, "when is it going to happen?" She got her answer. Clap clapped his hands on her breasts and began a more integrated effort in the process. "Oh yes!" she screamed as she felt the fire burning in her sheath. Clap began to feel it too. "This...ooooooh...my father is NOT...going to keep me...from this again..." She twisted her body in pleasure. She stopped. "Do you like it?" Clap slowly nodded. "Good," she announced as she continued. Resia clenched her teeth as she arched forward and backward. She howled out in her orgasm. Clap, being one to follow, accompanied her by his own. She laid on top of him, several minutes later. "Oh...it still burns a bit..." Clap looked down. "The back of your dress has blood on it." "I'll think of an excuse later. Do you have a lover or girlfriend?" "Uh, no." "Now you have both." * * * Resia seemed to be in a daze all of the way to Bak, as they talked about their lives, parents, and when the bug-free Windows '95 will be out. At last they made it, to the small village of Bak. To Clap, it seemed a little larger than his own. She grabbed his arm. "Come on, we'll go to my house." She swung open the door of a nice little cottage, and said, "I'm back!" Her mother and father came out of different rooms of the house. Her mother started to cry. "We thought the bandits had gotten you, and would never see you again..." Her mother grabbed her and hugged her. "Please mom." Her father eyed Clap. "And who is this?" "Oh, he was the one who saved me from the bandits. His name is Clap." "What happened to your dress?!" her mother exclaimed. Resia needed an excuse. "It got ripped during a struggle before Clap showed up." "They didn't...do...anything, did they?" her father asked. "No. *They* didn't." "Well," her father sighed, "at least you're home." "And Clap took care of the bandits. I don't think they'll bother us again," Reisa said, taking a step back to Clap. "What's the matter boy? One of them Catgirls got your tongue?" "Uh, no." Resia offered her own suggestion. "Clap's an adventurer, and has been wandering for several years..." 'Years?' Clap thought. "He hasn't been in a decent family atmosphere for a long time. Can he stay with us for a while." Her mother thought. "I don't see why not. Honey?" Her father had a bit of distrust of Clap, like he'd already taken something of value to him... "Hmmm. I don't know..." "Please daddy?" she clasped her hands together and pleaded. "Okay then. He can sleep out in the barn." "Gee thanks," Clap said. "It's a lot more comfortable than you think," Reisa's mother said. "By the way, my name is Meec. My husband's name is Leter." * * * "Adventuring, huh?" Leter breathed while resting in his chair. It was right after dinner. Clap had eaten too much. Resia's father picked at his teeth with a toothpick. Meec was knitting at the table. Resia was listening quietly. "Uh...yeah." "Have you encountered any weird things?" Resia butted in. "I'm sure he's seen wizards, spells, demons, and the rest of the fantasy-type stuff." "Uh...yeah." "You may be just what we need then. An adventurer." "Huh?" Clap asked, curiously. "What for?" "Well, we have another problem that has been tainting the village lately. A troll, name of Glog. He-" "Glog?" "Didn't your mother teach you not to interrupt?" "Sorry," Clap said. He shut up. "Glog comes into the village once a month to take a young girl from the village back to his lair. What he does there is unknown, but it is known that it must be terrible since we hear screams echoing throughout the valley. As well, the mayor's daughter has been kidnapped. She doesn't have much time left." "Yikes," Clap said. "So, you want ME to go dispose of this troll?" "It would be nice," Leter said. "And could make a good plot device." Clap, beginning his adventuring career, thought that this would be a good way to boost his ego...or die in the process. "Okay then...where is the troll's cave?" Leter coughed. "Well, that's the problem. It's in the forest to the north. That wouldn't be a problem, but the forest is a maze. Either people can't find the it, or get lost trying." "So why would I be different than the others?" "Two reasons. One, a woman in this village knows of a Nymph who lives in the forest. She can help you. Two..." he throws a book on the table. It says 'SCRIPT' on it. "Wow. I feel like I'm in a cheesy computer role-playing game already." Clap said. "Where can I get one of those scripts?" * * * Clap awoke from his sleep. He looked at the surrounding stable conditions. "Comfortable? Shit, I'm sleeping in a pile of hay, which is probably infested with bugs, with an itchy wool blanket! I can't even sleep." He fluffed out the blanket over him, and laid back. "Some thanks." he muttered. The door of the stable entered. Resia, in a green night gown, holding a oil lamp entered. "Would you believe I wanted to hear more of your fascinating stories?" "Uh...no. I wouldn't believe it. Do your parents know you're here?" She started walking toward him. "'Course not. They're sleeping like babies in the house. I really wished you would've been allowed to stay in the house with us," she looked around, "instead of out here like a dog." Clap barked. Resia laughed. It had an almost musical tone, and he was enchanted with it. Either that, or the smell of the animals in the stable were getting to him. "Is this small talk, or do you want to do something?" Clap asked. She sat down next to him. "Well, I've been thinking about it all day." she answered. "Don't tell me you're a nympho already!" "Well, you're my first guy..." "You mean, there have been women before me?" "Well...as a matter of...NEVER MIND!" Clap smiled. "I would've liked to have seen that." Resia smiled back. "That woman that father was talking about that knows about the Nymph? Well, her name's Mashi. She's a bit eccentric. She's one of those dominat types." "Dominant types?" "You know...whips, bounds, gags, etc.?" "Oh. I've heard about them." "She also collects several different things as a hobby." Clap thought. "Do you really think I can get rid of that troll? You also lied about me being an adventurer." She lowered her head. "Sorry, I couldn't think of anything else." "Did your parents find the blood on your dress?" "Yeah, but I said it was from a wound I gave one of the bandits." "Ah," he touched his brow, "Smart girl." Resia smiled. "Not to mention good looking." Resia blushed. "That's a nice gown." She smoothed out the gown on her lap. "It was something my father gave me for my fourteenth birthday. He always wanted me to look by best...to show off." "Show off?" "Remember, I'm a treasure of his. I'd bet he would want me dusted if I didn't move." She moved her hand under her gown. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Well, I'll just do it by myself since you're so busy talking." "Hey!" "Then don't talk!" she stood up. "I thought I could come in here and have a sweaty time. Looks like I could have had one by myself." She began to leave. Clap grabbed her from behind. "You're not leaving...yet." She smiled. Clap, still behind her, led her to the hay bed, and forced her face down. He pulled up the back of her gown, and stroked her green panties. "Do women always have to wear things that match?" She inhaled quickly. "I don't know about other girls, but it's in my contract." "I have to tell my logic to shut up once in a while." He looked down at her. "Did I tell you what a wonderful butt you-" "SHUT UP AND DO IT!" He pulled down his pants, pulled down her panties, and shoved himself in. Resia bucked forward from the force of the attack and purred. "You're not part cat are you?" She meowed. "No." "Thought not." he threw himself forward again. She arched her head back and licked her lips. For about twenty minutes, Clap continued his pounding. Clap was getting tired, while Resia was enjoying every minute of it. 'This is really getting tiring.' He groaned. 'Okay...so it's not so tiring.' Resia was whimpering and inhaling quickly. "Keep going... Make it deeper..." Clap grasped her hips and ground into her as far as he could go. "If I go any deeper, It'll come out your throat." Resia bit her lip to keep from screaming. "I hope...my parents ...don't hear us." She gasped again. Clap, now having a better time, decided to increase the pace a little bit, since the author needs to get to the other parts of the story. Resia was bucking backward with his increased pace. The knot that had formed in her stomach soon exploded with her orgasm. Clap soon followed after her spasm rocked him. They both fell on the hay. He pulled her panties back up, and her gown back down as her held her. She held onto him with an iron grip. "Where is Mashi's house?" he asked. "At the edge of town," she said. He looked down at her. "You know, if adventuring is always like this, I could either get to like it...or have my fluids drained within a week." She laughed uncontrollably. "I want to stay with you. If you leave, I want to go with you." "What about your father?" "What about him?" she sat astride him. "If he wants me as a treasure, he's going to have to let go of it at sometime or another." She stood up and walked to the door. "Besides, I don't want anyone else getting their hands on you. I want you all to myself." She winked and left. Clap sat there with a puzzled look on his face. >>> END OF PART 1 <<<