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Artificial dust and the generational curses it breeds (2)

Barbarian King! Adam x Stolen Bride! Reader

Part 1 ; Masterlist

Summary: Adam takes you into your new home, and you kind of adjust. As it turns out, you aren’t as average as you thought

CW/TW: NonCon turned into Dubcon, my weird fantasy and historical AU, period sex, nudity, Adam is his own warning, slight trauma, period blood, breeding kink, soft sex, Adam is whipped but reader wants him dead, reader gets sick, over protective adam, reader is adam’s favourite and has special privileges, praise kink (reader receiving), size differences, lots of plot with porn, slight on set of stockholm, reader is kidnapped literally, mention of death and violence but nothing explicit, the exorcists love reader that’s their emotional support brat, tell me if i missed smth!!

Gift for @shadewolf95 :3 Thank you for helping out my best friend!

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You have been traveling with Adam for seven days now. The pace he set was slow, the mare swaying from side to side. The question still plagues you on where Adam even got such a big horse. He refuses to even go into a trot with her! You will never arrive anywhere, with the speed this is going.

Adam cut up the robes he gave you, so you would stop tripping over the excess. Your back was pressed into Adam’s chest, the muscles of the mare moved below you. Carrying you safely. This is how you both spent all your time. His one arm was wrapped around you, keeping you close. One time you nearly fell off the horse, and he has kept his arm there ever since. Flexing your fingers, you saw the gold rings and jewelry hang off your arms and neck. A gift from your family, mostly symbolic. One bracelet tho wasn’t new, a gift from your grandmother to your birth.

It was weird for you, being in nature. You grew up in the city, surrounded by buildings and machines. You could count on one hand the amount of times you spent your time surrounded by plants and animals. Your supposed to, now dead, husband lived further away. More isolated, surrounded by the forest you ran through. Which already made you feel weird being in there.

Adam tho? He just didn’t live in nature, he lived with it. From everything you could gather, they are completely self sufficient and therefor independent. The amount of land he must manage, together with the woman? It’s kind of impressive, but you’d never admit to it. His ego is already too big.

You pointed out a bird to Adam, it was colourful and rested on a branch above a small stream. The body was blue, except for the chest which were seemingly dyed in a reddish colour. “Which one is that?”

Adam’s eyes followed your finger, and he scratched his stubbly chin. “ `S a common kingfisher,” The small bird let out a shrill whistle sound, before flying off.

You attempted to ignore Adam for exactly three hours after he stole you away, before you gave up. Thanks to that you learned that he hates when you attempt to leave and when you ignore him. You haven’t bothered with another escape attempt. Adam is around you, constantly and you already know that he’s faster than you. He also actually knows his way around the land, unlike you who would’ve probably died after one day alone.

There was still a dull ache in between your legs, inside off you. You dig your nails into your palm and try to further distract yourself. The easiest way to do that was to let your anger out on Adam. Shifting around, you slammed your elbow against Adam’s soft stomach. All he did was grunt, more for show than to actually communicate his pain.

“Whatcha want, wife?” His voice was steady. At this point he probably excepts your defiant behavior.

“For you to fall off the horse, asshole.” Which ends with him preferably breaking his neck.

Adam barked out a laugh, “That’s more your fucking style, baby.”

You rolled your eyes at him. To your own defense, the giant horse got spooked and made a giant leap, which is why you nearly tumbled down. Honestly, falling off this horse and probably breaking your arm from the sheer height of this thing sounds better than spending the rest of your life with him.

Squinting your eyes, you saw the sun start to set through the dragon tree and palms. It was interesting, how the plants and animals slowly started to change around you. Pine and deciduous trees together with the summer heat turned into palm trees and mild temperatures. It now made more sense for Adam to dress in so many layers of robes, and amour. You wonder how far he usually goes out for his raids.

Adam’s arm moved away from your midsection, and his hand grasped your face into his hands. He turned your head up, so you looked at him with your neck craned back. The way he grinned down on you made you feel smaller than you already do. “Little wife…” Adam mumbled seemingly to no one.

You scowled at him, trying to shake his grip off. He just laughed at that attempt.

“We gotta work on your strength, baby. I should be the only man capable of wrangling you into submission with your legs spreads just for me.” Adam’s voice vibrates through his chest.

Scoffing at him, you sharpened your tongue. “Who do you think you are to make decision over me? Don’t delude yourself with that self-given husband title.”

His face immediately fell at your words, “You don't wanna be married? I can fucking work with that. I’m just going to treat you like the war prize you are.” His fingers tightened around your face.

Before your brain could properly catch up, you were shoved off the horse. Your bare feet slammed into the soft ground below you and your knees nearly buckled. “Go walk for all I fucking care!” His nose was turned up, and the mare continued her slow walk. What a child.

Rolling your eyes at him, you trotted after him. The stones and stick dug into your feet, but you were too stubborn to complain. Adam also had an obvious thick head, with the way he wouldn’t even glance back at you.

“You know my WIFE!” Finally he looked back at you for a short moment, “Only my WIFE could ride with me.” His head turned back forward.

“Yeah? If you actually were my husband, I would take you up on that offer!” You snarled back.

“Oh, you fucking bitch. Time to use those legs, whore!” And with that he nudged the horse with his heels and she started up a faster tempo.

You spluttered around, but made sure to somewhat keep up with the new walking speed. What a prick. You hope at his next raid someone cuts his head off. How would he even notice if you just ran off? Right now he won’t even look back at you. Carefully, you lowered your walking speed.

Maybe you should just pretend to trip over a vine, to accidentally lose him out of sight. Then you could aimlessly wander around and hope some big cat snaps your neck before Adam finds you. He was still in your sight, and while you fantasized so much about tripping over something to be able to get away, you actually end up slamming your body into the ground on accident.

Your knee was skinned, and pebbles were pressed into the palm of your hand. Otherwise you were fine. Kneeling on the ground, you blinked away tears. Everything is bad. Adam is seemingly enchanted with you for whatever reason, you will be forced to live with him and share a bed and you’re so far away from home. Adam is soooo lucky that your family didn’t attend the wedding. Your people are known to be stuck up, topics like sex, nudity and everything else uncomfortable is forbidden. While around here, one of the wedding traditions would have been to watch you and your supposed-to-be husband consummate the wedding and take your once intact virginity. Yeah, no.

Sometimes you wonder if they have heard the news yet. Probably. Even though they have shipped you off to be so far away, would they still miss you? Worry about you?

Raising your head, you realized just how far Adam got. Fear struck you, and with shaky legs you got up. Maybe you should put your pride away for once? Apologize and let him pull you up the horse again? Better than encountering anything that will eat you alive. Or maybe you should stay stubborn, drop to the floor again and act like you’re dead. Hmm, choices over choices.

You were able to walk forward a few steps, trying to decide between entertainment and comfort. Would he even freak out over your presumed death or harm? Probably not. He’d just go into a village he is going to raid and take another random virgin girl. Just as you decided to drop yourself to the floor again, something grabbed you from behind.

Gasping in shock, you were about to scream, but a gloved hand stopped you. Your hands wrapped around the wrist off your attacker, trying to get them off. That didn’t work out that great, while they did hiss in pain, you were still dragged behind a bush. There you saw two other woman, kneeled behind the plants.

Those were Adam’s girls. You could tell by the mask they were wearing. An crossed out eye with that terrifying grin. Taking a deep breath, you suppressed the urge to kick at them. The hand was removed from your mouth, while an arm was still wrapped around you, keeping you pressed tightly against a girl.

Two of them were giggling, “Oooh, your face! Priceless!”

“This was fun, for sure! We are here to check on ya two! Usually it takes a few days, at most, to get back to the headquarters. We were worried that something happened…” Another girl told you.

You simply nodded at them, because honestly you didn’t know how to interact with them. They stayed silent, starring at you. Ah man, they wanted you to speak. Meanwhile you nodded like an idiot. Great.

“Uhm…I don’t know..I think Adam is trying to set a record for slowest horse riding..” Your voice cracked from nerves. You genuinely thought you were going to die for a hot second.

The mask hid their faces from you, which is why you honestly couldn’t tell what they thought off your answer. Before anyone of them started talking again, a roar and swearing could be heard. Adam noticed your absence. It felt like your heart was going to escape your chest, with the way it’s wildly beating.

An extra loud yell of your name made you want to be swallowed up by the ground. You can’t breath, you can’t think and all you had playing in your mind over and over again is how Adam treated you the last time you ran off. How he played with you, chasing you through the forest and forcing you to take whatever he gave you.

Would he force himself in you again in front of the girls? Oh, he would, wouldn’t he? For disobeying again? Hasn’t he put you through enough humiliation and suffering? Your brain couldn’t focus on much else.

Two girls were giggling, while one worriedly whispered under her breath, it sounded all slightly muffled to you. Of course they had to quickly come clean, they called over Adam. You didn’t even want this. You wanted to (dramatically) play dead and then scare Adam, not run off. Well, maybe run off but not in this ecosystem.

Adam steps were heavy, the ground shook beneath you. You can’t do this, actually. Your heart WILL explode. In a futile attempt to calm and ground yourself, you took deep breaths while digging your nails into your palm. A girl still had her arm wrapped around you, and you focused on the pressure against your midsection. Slowly but surely your senses returned to this world.

An axe slammed down, into the thick tree besides a girl. Even though it would’ve never really hit her, she still scrambled away while squealing.

“What’s the fucking MATTER with you USELESS damn cunts!” Adam screamed, successfully scaring the shit out of everyone.

“Adam- We were just checkin’ out the goods!” The girl who had you wrapped up now pulled on the high collar of Adam’s gown you were wearing, trying to take a peak.

Since you weren’t wearing anything under it, you immediately slammed your hand against your chest, to block her view down your chest. You really hated that. And while the girl did it to lighten the tension, all she did was piss off Adam even more. Which seemed impossible to you until now. To be honest, you weren’t much help. The fear you felt was shown clearly on your face, so when you looked up to Adam his frown visibly deepened.

His eyes burned into the arm still touching you and he hissed out, “I will break your shitty ass arm!” Which was a very effective threat.

He wretched the golden axe out of the tree, and slammed it down on where the girl sat. She was smart and scrambled away as soon as Adam threatened her arm. You weren’t that fast, and while he didn’t aim at you and didn’t hit you, you still nearly peed your pants at the axe being slammed down so close to you. Now it was your time to flee, but as always Adam was quicker than you.

Adam kneeled down and grasped your calf into his hand. He pulled you back towards him, which caused your gown to ride up, showing your skinned knee. Oh no. His mood just got even worse.

“Which one of you was this?” Instead of screaming, his voice was a cold hiss. Adam’s thumb brushed over the blood that ran down the small gash. “You will pay with your life.”

There was no doubt in your mind, he was going to execute one of them. The hand around the axe handle tightened, his eyes snapped to the girls sitting helplessly behind you on the ground. They tried to form sentences, but ultimately failed. So they also don’t know how to navigate Adam when he is like that. Great.

You had to pull yourself together, gathering all your courage to speak up. After all, you remembered what Adam told you. Be nice and docile to him with the girls around. You just gotta word this right! Not like he could kill all four of you without breaking a sweat!

“It was me! I..I tripped and, well, got up again..And, uhh, then they…picked me up…” You nervously explained.

Adam’s eyes stared into your face. There was no lie in your story, but somehow you still felt like you were trying to sell him something he doesn’t like. Adam cocked his head to the side, and a smile stretched across his lips.

“Tripping over your own fucking feet? You’re so fucking cute, babe!” And just like that the tension broke. Which was great, because for a second you thought you were going to throw up. Especially since Adam’s terrifying big axe was lodged in right beside you.

“It was a vine!” You defended yourself. Well, maybe it was your own feet, but that’s something Adam didn’t need to know.

He just chuckled at you. His big hands reached out and grasped your waist into his hand and he hoisted you up. Adam’s stood up, his arm was pressed under your ass, keeping you close to him. With his now free hand he got his axe out of the ground and pointed it at the girls.

“Man, you bitches are lucky. Nearly took a few heads off! Haha!” And with that Adam made his way with you back to his horse.

You took a glance over his shoulder, looking at the girls, who were walking after you two. They bowed their heads to you, expressing their thanks. What a mess.

At least you could add on to your list of things Adam hates: You leaving, You ignoring him and You getting hurt.

You both settled on to the horse, and this time Adam kept both of his arms pressed against you. “I can’t believe our honeymoon was ruined like that! How fucking annoying.”

“That’s your own fault! We were supposed to arrive five days ago. No wonder they send someone to check out what happened.” You rolled your eyes at Adam. Behind you, you could hear the horses of the girls coming closer.

“Bitch, as if anything happens with me around. Haven’t you seen these muscles?” He flexed his arms in front of you, and you just scoffed.

Leaning back, you tried to make yourself as comfortable as possible against Adam’s soft chest and stomach. Adam hummed happily, and with that he nudged the mare and continued his travels. Just this time he was way faster, he was trying to lose the girls who were always close on your trail.

It took a few more hours for you all to arrive. It was night, and you had to squint your eyes to properly see. Girls were guarding the territory. Honestly, you were impressed that they knew were their land even started and ended. Every tree looked the same to you. You all got a heartfelt greeting.

A few more minutes passed, and you left the forest behind you. Because of the tree line you couldn’t see it before, but now in-front of you laid the village? Town? Could you classify this as a town already?

Well, it was bigger than you expected for sure. There was an actual infrastructure put in place. Proper houses and farming land and slightly primitive roads, but roads non the less. The more things you passed, the more you were impressed. Black smiths, training grounds, community buildings, apothecaries and seemingly doctor stations. Complete self sufficiency. At this point they could claim to be an independent, small country.

In the middle of everything stood a proper fort. It was surrounded by beautiful, lush gardens. Plants from all around grew there. Torches lightened everything up. You were just happy to hopefully sleep in a real bed now. Squinting your eyes, you saw a woman stands near the entrance of the fort. Adam stopped the horse with a simple tug on the reigns. Blinking your eyes you had to suppress a yawn.

The girls who dutifully follow behind you and Adam got off their own horses.

“Heyyyyy, Luuute. How’s it going?” Adam called out, waving towards the woman who stood there with her arms behind her back.

Lute. You remember that name, but you didn’t get to actually see her. Or maybe you did, it was all very hectic when they raided your wedding. It’s best you don’t dwell on the details.

“Seven days, 8 hours and 53 minutes.” Came her cold voice.

It was so dark, you couldn’t see what she looks like. The three girls ambushed you, again! With a strong tug on your leg and arm you came off the horse. Gasping in surprise, you were happy you landed on your feet.

“Do non of you fucking heathens know about gentleness?” Adam hissed down at them, still seated in the saddle.

“Goodnight Adam!” Came out in a chorus. They dragged you towards the entrance, and you finally got close enough to take a look at Lute.

Her skin was very pale, with white matching hair. Pale golden eyes starred into your own, and big pointy ears stuck out of her bob. She is an elf, which explained that otherworldly grace and beauty she was blessed with. One thing stuck out tho: She had no magic.

With the way she was looking at you, she knew that you knew.

The outfit she was wearing matched that of the other girls. A turtleneck with an optic similar to it to that of a birds neck, a thin choker was around her neck. The thin piece of metal was black, with two small cones in the middle. It seemingly floated around her neck. On her feet and arms was some sort of amour, silver with dark stripes.

You couldn’t really think about any kind of social conventions, if you should greet her or wish her a good night or maybe you should beg her to turn her back so you could run off. Thankfully that decision was taken out of your hand by the girls, with them dragging you towards the entrance.

Once inside, you didn't have time to take in the fort. You saw flashes of gold, decorations and everything surely very expensive.It was a mix of different cultures, obviously stolen. Like you.

You were taken to a big, over the top bathroom. The bathtub was already filled with water, and the smell of soap and perfume hit your nose. This was much better than bathing in the lake with Adam and his dingy piece of soap. Your attempt at drowning him sadly didn’t work out.

Careful hands stripped you off the robe and you sinked into the nice, warm water. The girls started their scrubbing. Being bathed was unfamiliar to you, even though you grew up very upper class. Since everyone was incredibly ashamed of well everything, the simple idea of being naked was already a lot. To be honest, you don’t even think your father has ever seen your mother without any clothes.

While one girl was humming with her hand in the water to keep check on the temperature, another one was massaging something into your scalp, and the last one was gently rubbing the washcloth over your body. She kept avoiding eye contact, she could even barley look at your naked body. You had to beat down the urge to cover yourself, but it had less to do with her watching and more with your own upbringing.

Her hair was short and white, similar to Lutes. Her skin was a pretty brown shade, and her nose was hooked. It all made her look elegant. Her pale yellow eyes danced skittish over your body, before her face reddened and she looked away with embarrassment. You sighed, and tried to focus on anything except your own discomfort.

Finally, you were being toweled dry. Oils and perfume were being rubbed into your skin and kind off hoped that they don’t judge your body and face too much. You could easily tell that they were all muscular and powerful. You weren’t. Once they pulled out the underwear you reached out for it.

“I can dress myself! I can do everything myself, actually….” You told them, pressing the towel close to your body. It didn’t really matter to you that they already saw everything.

“Oh, its alright! We got strict instructions anyways! If ya ran off again, we’d seriously be done for.” A girl answered. Her skin a light brown, with deep bronze eyes and curly deep black hair.

How would you even run off while putting on underwear and a night gown? With your eyes closed, you tried to distract yourself. Your mind wandered back to the elf.

Magic is a dying art. Still, you have never even heard of a magic less elf. You could see magic sometimes. It all depends on the weather, what mood you’re in and what phase the moon is right now. So, to sum it up, it’s incredibly unpredictable and its all you can do.

Maybe if that stupid king wouldn’t have messed everything up, like, 300 years ago you’d be some trained magician. Who are you kidding. You’re a woman, you would still be here, in this exact situation. Thanks to the Golden King the world was thrown into the era of humans, machines and alchemy. No more magic. Other races were strategically kicked out of their homes. Once everything was bustling with magical creatures, and diversity. Even nature has to move, for cities to expand and for resources to be farmed.

It has all been lost to colonialism and greed.

Finally, you were dressed and all four off you were walking through the big hallways.

“…What’s your name?” You asked into the group.

“I’m Miriam!” The girl with the black curly hair told you, she pointed at the girl who was embarrassed to see you naked “That’s Vaggie.” Vaggie smiled at you awkwardly.

“And I’m Huldah!” Her skin was a deep brown, and what you could see off her hair was pulled into braids. Otherwise she had a veil wrapped around her head.

Just as you were about to introduce yourself, Miriam interrupted, “We already know who you are, silly!”

“We are here, anyways.” Huldah said.

They stopped in-front of huge doors and opened them for you. Ah, yes. This for sure was Adam’s quarters. A huge bed was shoved unceremoniously into a corner. The room was filled with weapons, practice targets which are very well used and string instruments you didn’t recognize. On the wall were crude pictures of naked woman, a map and a few wanted posters with Adam’s face on them. He looks very proud in them. Of course there was a big closet, with a chair and desk. Documents which looked terribly important were messily scattered around. The fire place was burning, so the air was nice and warm.

You took a few steps in, and you noticed that you were the only one. Looking back over your shoulder, you saw that the three of them stayed behind the doorframe. Great.

“You should totally pose sexy on the bed. Would make Adam very happy.” Huldah told you, which was incredibly mortifying.

Miriam gave you a thumbs up with a smile, and for a second pity flashed over Vaggies face. She quickly replaced it with a mask of cold indifference. With that the bedroom doors were closed, and you could hear a lock click. You are the unluckiest person alive, seriously.

Looking more around, you tried taking in any details but your brain couldn’t really register anything. The window was also locked, as you found out trying to yank it open. Ugh. Walking in a circle, like some restless animal, you decided to open the closet. Peeking inside, you saw Adam’s robes messily stored. Some other stuff of his was in there, but you didn’t really care for it. The left side had some clothes in there, similar to the ones the other girls were wearing. So that’s yours? Had to be, considering Adam’s arm was too big for them.

Closing the closet, you had to beat down the urge to scream. It would have no use anyways. Defeated, you threw yourself into the surprisingly soft bed. Posing sexy would make Adam happy? So you would need to be as un-sexy as possible to make him unhappy. Trying to think of a way to achieve that, you came up with nothing. Considering that’s the guy who happily shoved his tongue in between your legs, you think you would have to try really hard to gross him out.

You haven’t laid with Adam after that first time. During your travels he made a lot of comments, tried persuasion and he was incredibly touchy, but your legs stayed closed. You’d prefer to keep it that way.

Tossing and turning, you ended up wrapping yourself in all the blankets. Sleep didn’t come easy to you, especially with Adam coming in at any second. Maybe you kind of got used to sleeping besides such a big, soft and warm body. Carefully unwrapping one of the blankets, you threw your arm and leg over it, imitating the way Adam made you cuddle up to him. You at least got yourself to somewhat calm down.

The click of the lock could be heard, and since you didn’t want to get caught treating your blanket like it’s Adam, you quickly kicked it away from you. It hit the floor with a soft thud, and finally the door opened. You kept your eyes closed and your breathing even. The door was closed again, and you had a hard time hearing any foot steps. For such a big man he’s sure light on his feet. Maybe this wasn’t Adam? Maybe some intruder?

Your heart rate picked up again. Letting your eyes flutter open, you ended looking directly into Adam’s deep golden eyes. He started grinning down on you. You flinched, since you didn’t expect him to be so close.

“Heya, baby…” Adam’s eyes wandered over your body and the blankets you had, “Are ya cold?” He furrowed his brows at you.

You just shrugged your shoulders, and let your heavy eyes fall shut. Adam shuffled around, and now you could finally hear his footsteps. He put some more fire wood into the fireplace, and then he walked around some more. You didn’t know what he was doing, and you didn’t care for it. All you wanted was to finally fall asleep so the long day is over.

Adam got into bed, and he made you move around. Why should you accommodate him? It’s not your fault he’s so big. Finally he seemed happy with everything, and then he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. Just like all these past nights. He sniffed the air, which just annoyed you. But Adam’s breathing by itself already pisses you off. His hand wrapped around your arm and held it under his nose. What’s wrong with him? Genuinely.

“Damn, they really perfumed you up.” He mumbled out, “Fucking hate that. Give me back that, sweet, sweet musk.”

“Stay away from me. You degenerate.” You yanked your arm out of his grasp but he just ended up moving around and smashing his nose into the crook of your neck. He kept inhaling deeply, which was just down right uncomfortable. Attempting to push him away by his shoulders went as well as you thought. He didn’t budge.

His hands were grasped around your waist, keeping you in place while his face moved down your body. Until he pressed his tongue against the fabric of your panties. A choked gasp left your lips, pressing your foot against his shoulder you also tangled your fingers into his hair to yank him away. Adam let you move his head away with a happy groan tumbling out his mouth. His eyes were dark with lust and want.

“Stop that!” You hissed at him.

Adam pouted at you, like you just told him the worst possible thing, “Uuughhh, I’m never allowed to have any fucking fun! Instead of my dick, you’re getting on my nerves.” He mumbled out some more curses under his breath, while slamming his head back into the pillows.

Like some over glorified teddy bear he once again pulled you close, just this time he didn’t let go. Rolling your eyes at him, you tried to sleep once again. You didn’t know when, but you were pulled into an inky darkness soon enough.

A hand was on your shoulder, shaking you awake. Your eyes opened, and you looked up at Lutes face.

“Wake up and get dressed. You will be shown the compound today and be introduced to your workspace.” Lutes strict voice instructed you. She placed clothes on the bed.

Still half asleep you nodded at her, and made an attempt at leaving the bed. Adam immediately you pulled back into his chest while mumbling something incomprehensible. You groaned, and reached your hand out towards Lute.

“Help me.” You pleaded with her.

Lute reached out, and she placed her hand onto the space where Adam’s shoulder meets his neck. And then she pinched Adam. Hard.

“What the FUCKK!” Adam let go off you immediately, so he could swat Lutes hand away. You took the opportunity to roll out of the bed. Taking the cloths from the bed, you had to beat down the laugh at seeing Adam in pain.

“You gotta teach me that move.” You whispered to Lute.

And for a second you thought you’d say something wrong, since Lutes face didn't move. You’re fucked. But then, a soft smile graced her beautiful face.

“I will. Hurry up.” And with that she left.

“Fucking Lute with her fucky bob.” Adam complained, “Come back to bed.”

“I have to get dressed.” You reminded him.

“I’m the leader, you don’t have to do shit.” He grumbled into the pillow.

Meanwhile you slipped into the clothes, and boots. Smoothing out any wrinkles, you made your way to the door. “Leading from bed. What a life you’re living.”

Adam started to say something, but you left the bedroom before the words could register in your head. Outside you were greeted once again with the three girls who saw you naked yesterday. So you won’t be able to awkwardly avoid eye contact with them when you pass them or something. Life really is just too cruel.

They all greeted you and with that felt like you were part of a whirlwind. They messily showed you around, constantly getting distracted by something and at some point you didn’t even know if you were still on this planet. In between you got breakfast, which was served on a come and go table. Some girls sat there, taking their time while eating and others were eating while running around. Like your group.

“We all do fighting practice! Everyone! Even if you aren’t a warrior. It’s to stay fit, but also for a worst case scenario. We haven’t been raided in…Forever, but it’s better to be prepared.” Miriam explained.

Huldah was with Miriam in-front of you, eating her bread slice with some sausage. While Miriam was gesturing her hands around wildly while talking your ear off. Vaggie was walking besides you. Her back was straightened and she kept more quiet and to herself. You simply nodded along to everything, trying to absorb the information. You struggled with how you should interact with the other girls.

You let yourself fall back a few steps, and Vaggie followed you suit. She raised an eyebrow at you. Simply smiling at her, she quickly looked away again.

“..I don’t think I even talk that much in a week.” You joked.

And a small smile spread across Vaggies plush lips, “Yeah, don’t worry about it. You can take all the time you need. You have full on newbie privileges.”

“Wooooahh, I’m sooo lucky.” Your voice dripped with sarcasm, but you still chuckled.

Vaggie smiled more, her sharp teeth showing. “When I first got here, I took all the steel weapons in while it was raining. I didn’t bother drying them and it was all left in the wet shack for weeks. Well, I learnt polishing rust off is very fucking annoying.”

“Oh, no! But, that’s for sure something I would do. Well, okay, one time when I was a child…” And with that you had a peaceful conversation with another human being.

It was nice to see Vaggie giggle, her hand coming up to cover her mouth.

Your workspace was the apothecary. The girls and you will work here. Sitting inside the building felt weird. Different herbs were strung up, with something being cooked and honestly you don’t even want to know what kind off instrument that was.

“Usually you’re supposed to go to one of the docs, then you come to us. But some girls just skip that step and come directly to us, which can be annoying. Like, two different professions! Hello! But, oh well. You learn some nice medicine tricks, which is practical.” Miriam went on while opening a window.

“We also need to keep inventory. So, if we run out of something we either make it or we go out to forage for more.” Huldah continued explaining.

“Understood.” You simply answered.

Vaggie was rummaging around, under some table. You sat on a chair, letting your legs dangle.

“Can you read?” Vaggie asked, pulling out some heavy, dusty books.

You furrowed your brows, and you answered before properly thinking, “Of course.” You can do math too. And history, and geography, and social etiquette and different languages. You grew up to be very

“Most of us can’t. And those who can do it at a…Low level.” Vaggie explained. She set the books down besides. You totally came off as a spoiled brat, but well. That’s what you are. Whatever. “Adam can read but he can only teach fighting moves.”

Taking a look at the books, you saw that one for sure was a book on herbal medicine. “How do you guess figure out what’s healthy and what’s poisonous?”

“Trial and error.” Huldah shrugged.

“…..Seriously?” You asked with a whisper.

“Yup! Which is why its so nice to have you here. Four is a good number. Rest in peace Sarah.” And with that Miriam moved her hand to her forehead in a praying manner. The other girls copied her movement.

“We keep track of everything with this.” Vaggie pulled out some sort of folder.

She skipped through the pages. It was easy enough. A very well detailed drawing of the plant was on the top of the pages. Below the graphic was a heart and broken heart. A colon was behind the heart, but nothing after. Same with the broken heart, only now behind the broken heart was a skull.

“Death?” You asked.

“Yup.” Vaggie flipped open another page.

Different plant. Behind the heart was some sort of thunderbolt. Here was nothing after the broken heart.

“…I don't know. Fear?” You guessed.

“Close. It helps with pain.” Vaggie pointed at a teacup sketched on there, “Best served as a tea.”

“Okay, okay. I get it. So you want me to read through the books to write down new information?” You asked.

“Exactly, so we don’t have to lose someone else to mushrooms.” Miriam told you.

“So brave. So stupid.” Huldah wiped away an imaginary tear.

Looking at Vaggie, she solemnly nodded at you. This is real. This is your life now. With a sigh you opened the book. You were given paper and ink, ready to continue their note taking system.

In between your copying of plants as accurately as possible onto paper, the girls ran this thing. Through the open window they gave out the medicine, sometimes some girls came in to chat or to have them look at cuts, and fevers. Different things were prepared and you watched in amazement at the coordinated chaos.

“We will do sparing practice tomorrow…Nothing is worse than being overwhelmed.” Miriam informed you all.

You were right now rolling your wrist. A break was needed before your hand would start cramping. The day passed by faster than you thought it would.

“We don’t just make medicine, but also soaps and make up. Paints too! Also oils, but not for eating, obviously. The kitchen takes care of that..Even though I think we would do a better job..” Miriam rambled on.

The window you sat at was open, carrying in a fresh breeze. You rolled your shoulders, and you moved your ink pot around. Not much was left of this page, so you wanted to at least finish that. You already had to re do it once, you accidentally wished with your arm over the still wet ink and ruined the page. Man did that piss you off.

“Helloooo, ladies! How’s it going? How are we adjusting?” Adam popped up, leaning against the window from the outside. Lute was besides him, peeking inside.

Before you, or anyone could answer, Vaggie hit her elbow against the ink pot and it spilled all over the counter. You gasped in surprise, and you quickly stood up and picked up the folder with the papers in your two hands. So nothing would drip onto your shoes, you took a step back. Meanwhile Vaggie was cursing, trying to wipe the ink away with a mop. Her hands were stained black.

Sadly, you forgot that behind you was a chair. Your ankle caught against the chair leg, and you ended up failing backwards. Adam reached out to grab you, but sadly he hit his head against the window frame, you were too far away. In shock at the disaster unfolding in front of her, Miriam went to catch you, but sadly her bracelet got stuck on the table cloth. In one smooth movement a lot of bottles filled with ominous liquid crashed to the floor, breaking. It sizzled and bubbled and smoke came up.

Huldah was too far away to do anything, so she just watched. You wished you were her right now.

Vaggie launched forward, saving you from meeting the floor. Her arm was wrapped around your lower back, while her hand grasped your neck. You blinked at Vaggie who’s face was now very, very close to yours. She avoided looking at your face, and with her lips pressed together she helped you stand properly.

Adam was rubbing his forehead, swearing unhappily. You dug your nails into the leather of the folder, sighing in relief. You mumbled a thanks at Vaggie, who just nodded at you. Miriam was untangling her bracelet from the table cloth.

“We should leave. Before the smoke kills our lungs, or something…” Huldah said, opening the door.

What were you supposed to do with the folder and paper in your hands. Vaggie pressed her hand against down on it, and you got the hint. You placed it all on a clean place at the counter, and evacuated the place with the others.

Adam and Lute meet you outside the door. You pressed your hands against your neck, and your finger tips came back wet and black. So now you had hand mark on your neck. How nice. The urge to throw yourself onto the ground and scream and cry gets bigger every second. At least it wasn’t Adam’s hand.

“What the fuck just happened?” Adam immediately asked. His big hands reached out to grasp your face into his hands. His eyes worriedly flickered all over your face and body. It took a lot of energy to not hiss at him and swat his hands away. All you did was bite your tongue.

“We haven’t had a good disaster like that in a while!” Miriam said. “It’s okay, we can replace everything. We just need to let it air out.”

Lutes sharp eyes starred into all of the girls. You have newbie privilege. And also you doubt Adam would let anyone scold you who isn’t him. “That’s what the safety precautions are for, which you refuse to follow.” So this wasn’t the first time this happened, with the way Lute sounded annoyed.

Adam seemed more calm. He was pinching your cheeks now while chuckling. You had your hands wrapped around his wrist, trying to tug him off. It felt like you were some glorified chew toy for Adam.

“Ah, chill Lute. It’s dinner time any-fucking-ways.” Adam just waved her off. He straightened his back, showing off his insane height and stretched his arms over his head, “I’m fucking starving.”

And with that you made your way back to the fort. Adam and you were a good lenght behind the girls, and you kept slapping his hand away from you. “Leave me be, bed leader. When did you even get up? Past noon?”

“Bed leader? Try a better insult, babe. I can do as I fucking please. Now come hereeeeeee..” He reached out, and even though you tried to escape he still easily grasped your waist into his big hands. And just like that Adam pressed you to his chest, basically cradling you.

“I can walk.” You unhappily hissed out. Beating your fist against his chest.

Adam smirked at you, “My wife shouldn’t have to touch the ground. I just decided that.”

You rolled your eyes at him. Just as you were about to say some more, the girls stopped so Adam could catch up with them. Ugh. Watch out, Adam, you will attempt to choke him while he sleeps. The rest of the walk to the fort felt uncomfortable for you. The girls just smiled, while continuing their chatting. Adam sometimes chimed in, while you were brooding.

In front of the fort entrance you were put down. Finally. Once you were inside, in the dinning room Adam walked off somewhere, he mumbled something about being right back but honestly you didn’t care about his where about. As long as he is as far away as possible.

The huge dinning table was already filled with a few girls. Their talking and laughter filled the air.

“The top girls, like us, eat here with Adam and Lute. The others are responsible for their own dinner. Oh, but don’t worry! Everyone gets supplies, as much as they can eat. Just gotta cook for yourself. Most do dinner with their friends.” Huldah explained.

Miriam, Huldah and Vaggie sat down at seemingly assigned seats. Should you sit down with them? Lute grasped your elbow into her hand and with that she took you to the head of the table. Three chairs were placed there. Even thought they tried not to let it show, you still felt eyes crawl all over you.

“You will sit at the head with Adam and I. Do not start eating immediately. Adam starts the meal before anyone else.” She instructed you.

You knew the drill from back home, your father started eating before anyone else, “It’s a sign of respect.” You simply added on.

Lute nodded at you, “Exactly.” She sat down at the right chair, you on the left and the middle one was left empty for Adam.

You just let your mind wander around, there isn’t much for you to do. It didn’t take long for Adam to arrive, who plopped down on his seat. He stretched his long legs out while sighing, his arms were crossed behind his head. A bird was outside a window, and you watched it. Fantasies of growing wings invaded your mind, flying off to do what ever you please.

Some girls buzzed around, placing things on the table and taking it away again. Finally everything seemed to calm down. Your name left Adam’s lips, and you turned around to look at him. He seemed happy, which was a bad sign.

Before you could reject it, Adam pressed a piece of meat against your lips. In surprise, you opened your mouth to taste the tender, soft piece of poultry. If that wasn’t embarrassing enough, Adam pulled you in for a messy kiss. You had to quickly swallow the food, since Adam didn’t waste a second to press his tongue into your mouth. Thankfully this public humiliation ritual didn’t last long, with Adam disconnecting your lips. In shame you covered your burning face, looking away from the mass of people.

Adam reached out and thrusted his cup in the air, “To my wife! Who hopefully will drop some of that shyness!” Adam toasted, and with a roar from the woman the dinner started.

You were so going to bash your head in.

At least it all passed by you in a blur. Once you came back to the plane of this existence you were laying in the garden, breathing. With your eyes closed you took in the sounds of nature all around you. Adam’s garden was sure nice.

And for a moment it felt like you were one with nature. The breathing of the earth and yours were one. The grass was cradling you, leaving soft kisses all over you.

Footsteps came up to you, and they stopped besides your laying down body. Opening your eyes, you looked up at Adam. He just looks even bigger from this angle. Truly terrifying. Adam sat down besides you, his legs crossed. You closed your eyes again, trying to get back into that meditative state but you couldn’t settle down with Adam besides you.

“How much can ya see?” He asked.

“…As much as you?” Did he think you need glasses or what?

Adam scoffed at you, “Don’t play stupid. Lute told me. Can you do any magic?”

“I can barley see it, on a good day.” Your eyes were open again, and colours danced in front of your vision. The more you tried to focus on them the more they disappeared.

“That’s good.” Adam’s eyes were starring into you, trying to find any signs of you lying.

“Are you going to put me into exile if I produce a magical spark?” You wondered out loud.

Adam chuckled at that, “Nah, babe.” He leaned back, rolling his neck, “The punishment for magic use here is death. I’d just cut your pretty little head off.” His finger trailed over your neck, and your heart beat uncomfortably picked up.

“Well, if its just that…” You mumbled.

You pressed your tongue against the sharpness of your teeth. Of course Adam had to ruin your relaxation time. He got bored rather quickly of just sitting around, and he made you get up with him to return to the bedroom. Where you just ended up changing into your night gown and immediately falling asleep. To Adam’s dismay.

———

The next few days followed a routine. You got woken up by the girls, Adam whined about you staying in bed for longer and you escaped the prison he built with his arms. You started sparing practice, and surprise! You sucked at it. At least you didn’t just copy things from the books, you also learned how to apply bandages properly. Together with a pain relief tea. Your body felt constantly sore, which Adam made fun off you for. At the same time he’s glaring all across the grounds if who ever is sparing with you right now is being too rough in his eyes. As soon as you crawled into bed in the evening you basically passed out.

So, you were exhausted all around.

It wasn’t that surprising to you that some weird sickness hit you, hard. Your head hurt, your limbs hurt, you were feeling nauseous and even threw up. Vaggies hand was soothingly rubbing over your back. A bucket was in your lap. Your head was in your hands and you felt just horrible.

Adam coming into the room was your last straw. Everything you did was immediately reported back to him. You could not really trust anyone.

“Sick? In the morning?” Adam’s hand reached out and his poked your tit, which just made you want to scream, “Are your tits sore, too?” He asked that with a smile.

Maybe you should throw the vomit bucket into his face.

Your breathing was heavy, and you removed your hands from your face. Looking at Adam was a horrible mistake. He glowed gold, to the point it hurt you. Bad.

“I think…I think I can hear colours..” You whimpered out.

Adam immediately dropped his smile. “Bitch, what? What do you mean with that? Hey! Shit.”

You slumped to the right, crashing into Vaggie and you lost consciousness just like that.

———

A wet rag was on your forehead. You stirred around, restless. Hands immediately came up, resting on your shoulder. Blinking your eyes open, you looked at Adam’s worried face. The gold never left him, it was just softer now. The glow surrounded him. You squeezed your eyes shut again, this was too much for you. It strained your eyes so, so much.

“Cmon, baby. Sit up, drink something.” Adam softly spoke to you, his hands pulling you up.

A cup was pressed against your lips, and you swallowed down the water. You pressed Adam’s hand away, so you could breath. Rubbing your hands over your face, you blinked your eyes open again.

Adam’s fingers brushed strands off your hair out of your face. “My poor wife…What happened?”

“I don’t know.” You inhaled sharply, “My head still hurts.”

“Fuck. It will be alright. The sickness will pass.” It sounded like Adam was trying to convict himself more than you.

You sinked back into the softness of the blankets and pillows. Everything was exhausting. Even when your eyes were closed, you could seemingly still see Adam’s golden glow through your eye lids. You drifted back to sleep.

It took you a few days to recover. Adam wouldn’t leave your side. He watched over every interaction you had. Everyone who you saw had now a glow to them. Lutes was black, with silver streaks. Vaggies was a purpley blue. Miriam was pure red, and Huldah a calming orange. It was weird.

And now, besides constantly hallucinating, you also started your period. Which was the last thing you needed. Adam’s hands rubbed over your back, your face pressed into the pillow. You haven’t bothered telling anyone about the colours. You were afraid of the implication, so you pushed it all down.

“You know, at first I thought you were pregnant. I hoped for morning sickness, but got whatever the fuck this was. Now you’re also bleeding all over my sheets..” Adam sighed, as if its him who’s suffering though everything.

“Ugh, shut up. First I get bad headaches, throw up, pass out and now I have cramps and I’m bleeding. And you’re getting on my nerves? It’s like my personal hell, right here.” You groaned, the pillow muffled your voice.

Adam laughed, “You’re too spoiled.” His hand wandered towards your lower back, “I can help with those pesky cramps..” His voice sounded husky.

“No. Leave me be.” You reached back trying to shove his hand off of you, but Adam simply pressed both of your wrists into your back with his one hand.

He moved, so now he was straddling the back of your thighs. Your leg kicked out, but it did exactly 0. His hand gently rubbed over your ass, and then he tugged down your chausses and underwear. You squeezed your eyes shut.

Adam hummed happily, “Would’ve been too good to be true to get you knocked up immediately. Just means we gotta try again and again! How about every night, baby?”

You huffed, “Fuck off.”

“Ah, what uncivilized words my wife is using! Not very feminine and noble of you.” He teased you.

Adam’s fingers dragged over your pussy lips, gathering blood and slick on his finger. He then pressed his finger against your clit, and started rubbing. You tried to choke back a moan, but failed. Pleasure washed over you, and your wrists tried to wrangle themselves out of Adam’s grip, but he wouldn’t have that.

“Why do you always want to do such dirty things?” You whined at Adam, shameful pleasure washing over you. Woman are meant to be left alone during their period, you were seen as dirty.

“Cause its fucking hot. Your pussy agrees with me. Dontcha?” The last part was directly directed between your legs.

Adam pressed the pats of his finger harder against your clit, your hips buckled into the mattress below you. “Besides, baby, I gotta make sure you're really healthy everywhere. You gave me a really bad scare. If something happens to you, I would…” Adam cut himself off, “Well, let’s not get lost in useless what ifs. We gotta focus on the present and the future we want.”

The finger left one of your most sensible spots, together with his hand on your wrists. Adam gently flipped you over. His hands came up to take your gown off of you. Your hands came up to cover your bare chest, but Adam stopped them.

“So beautiful,” He wishfully sighed, “You don’t need to hide from your husband.”

You pressed your lips tightly together, shaking your head. You need to hide from everyone. It was a mystery to you how Adam was seemingly so obsessed with you. He was surrounded by so many beautiful and powerful women. Hell, some even ran around topless, and he didn't really care. Except for you. You just breath and he’s losing his mind.

Adam’s lips pressed against your neck, sucking marks into the sensitive skin. You whimpered into the air, trying not to enjoy this. How does Adam know all off your weak spots?

“Ugh, if I could, I’d give you a fucking tongue bath.” Adam mumbled mindlessly against your skin.

“Ew.” You frowned at him.

“Don’t fucking `Ew` at your husband!” He protested.

“Sorry. I meant to say: You’re disgusting.”

“Bitch…You should be nicer to me.” He grumbled.

Biggest man child award in this province goes to: Adam!

His hands went to your hips and he pulled you in closer. Your head hit the pillows again. He fully slipped off your underwear now. Your legs attempted to close, but Adam wouldn’t let you.

“Like, imagine I wouldn’t prep this tight cunt before fucking it! You should be thankful for that.” He told you.

You’d be thankful if he dropped dead, but whatever floats his mind. As long as this ends as soon as possible.

Adam’s finger pressed against your entrance, while he settled in-between your spread legs. His other hand grasped your breast into his hand, he squeezed it for his own amusement. Through his robes you could see the tent forming, his dick impatiently twitching. Adam pinched your nipple.

You panted at the intrusion of his finger. Your walls didnt give much resistance to him though. He pumped in and out of you a few times. His tongue stuck out, like he had to really concentrate on you. A musky, metallic smell was in the air. You decide to just close your eyes, maybe you could imagine Adam was somebody else.

Another finger pressed into you. It made it hard to focus any fantasy you potentially could conjure up. The squelching sound made your body burn. You were so happy that the walls here were thick and that any other chambers were a few hallways away. Fucking hell.

Adam’s fingers were dragged all across your sensitive walls. “You like this, baby?”

Your hand came up to your mouth, trying to hold back any noises. “No…” You whimpered out.

“Pfft. You’d just lie to your husbands face like that? Do I need to punish you?” Adam asked you, with a wiggle of his brows. Meanwhile you shook your head at him.

“I know you don't just like this, you loooooove it. I can feel it. Your pussy speaks to me.”

“You’re lyinggg.” You whined into the stuffy air.

Adam smiled down at you, “Nah, can’t you hear it?” And now his voice turned into a mockingly high pitched tone, “I need the attitude fucked out of me! Please breed me!” Yeah, as if your voice sounds like that.

Your leg kicked at him, while you glared at him. Adam just laughed at you. “Don’t deny it, I know what you need.” He purred at you.

His fingers pressed up, against something deep inside off you. You gasped, and pressed down on your lower stomach when you tried to pull your hips away. “Stay still.” He commanded you.

He continue his movements, while you moaned. The pleasure steadily built in your abdomen. It was familiar, like that feeling from the first night. You blinked away tears.

“Hmm, you close? You wanna cum?” Adam asked you, his voice arrogant.

You threw your arm over your eyes, your other hand wrapped around Adam’s wrist. You didn’t try tugging him away, even though you could. “N..No..”

Adam scoffed, “Fine then. Be fucking stubborn. Just know, I won’t let you cum unless you ask me nicely.” With that Adam pulled out his fingers. He smeared the blood over your lower stomach with a grin.

“You look good in red, babe.” Adam fumbled around, pulling his robe off over his head. He pulled his dick out of his underpants. He lined the tip of his dick up with your entrance. “I’m going to fuck you until you finally get pregnant.” He sounded very determined.

Adam watched mesmerized how your pussy and thighs were stained in that sticky red. He always had a thing for blood, how it symbolizes life and death. The smell, the taste, the look. The violence it takes to get to it. Adam rolled his hips forward, slowly pressing his cock into you.

You gasped, your muscles tensing. His hand rubbed your hips soothingly, “Relax. I got you, baby. I will take care of you. You’re my favorite, after all.”

Biting down on your lip, you breathed through the stretch. Adam really filled you up to the brim. He rolled his hips forward, before he gently pulled away again. Adam groaned at the sight of his dick coated with your blood and slick.

“Wife, you’re too hot. Shit, its so hard holding back. But for you? I’d do anything, baby. You like gentle? I will be gentle. You’re sooo fucking small `n fragile.” Adam grunted out.

His hands glided all over your body. He leaned forward and smashed your lips together, his tongue pressing against your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and your nails ranked over Adam’s muscular shoulders. He pushed more off his cock into you, until his pelvis grind against your own.

“Adam…” You moaned.

You felt bad at the fact that Adam is making you feel good. You don’t want this, you really don’t. Still, pleasure burned in your body. A knot only Adam can form was in your stomach, buzzing all over your skin and pure stimulation in between your legs. It’s all Adam’s work. All because of him and his experienced touch.

“You just gotta ask, sweet thing. Ask me to have you cream all over my dick. Just gotta say the magic word.” Adam whispered into your ear.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to hold on to the last few pieces of your pride. So you shook your head, refusing to beg Adam for anything.

Adam tsked at you. “Prideful slut. Whatever, I will get you to meow for me.” He grumbled some more.

He rested his hand besides your head, leaning his weight on it while he grasped your hip into the other one. His hips pulled out, before he pushed back into you. He set a soft, gentle rhythm. His hand wandered from your hips to your clit, pressing his thumb into your clit. The circles he massaged into there matched his thrusts.

Your heels dug into the mattress below you. The intrusive enjoyment you felt from this made you feel nauseous with guilt. Your hand reached out, dragging your nails all over his broad, hairy chest. You left scratches in your wake.

“Wanna mark me up? So sexy of you!” Adam’s happiness made you unhappy.

Without your permission you felt your hips buckle up, together with your fingers and toes flexing. You tangled your hands into the sheets below you, not wanting to make Adam happy again. “I want you to- Mmmhh, haa. Get- Oh my-“ You couldn’t even finish your death wish against Adam.

“Shit, you keep pulling me back in. You’re so fucking wet.” Adam was the one whining now.

With the way his hips lost their rhythm, you knew he must be close. You tried to focus on your own pleasure. Adams cock stretching you out and dragging all over your walls. The cramps which disappeared, leaving you with a warm, fuzzy feeling. Your clit pulsed under Adams thumb.

“Baby, if you want to cum you gotta ask. Otherwise I will just dump a load into you and go to sleep. Your choice.” Adam warned you. His rhythm changed completely, his thumb left your clit and he licked his lips.

You squeezed your eyes shut, a broken “Please?” Left your lips.

Adam sighed, “You know what? I will take it.” His hands reached out and he pressed your thighs against your chest. A choked gasp left your lips.

The tip of his cock pressed against your cervix, practically massaging it. The new angle made Adam reach even deeper, which you didn't think was possible. Adam pounded into your loose heat, chasing after his own desperate release.

“Ugh, pretty baby, I need you to cum all around my dick.” He moaned.

You bit down on your hand, and before you could register it you came. You felt your muscles tense before relaxing, you threw your head back in relief. It didn’t take long for Adam to cum after you, filling you up with his hot seed.

Adam pressed down on your stomach, “This better fucking take now.” He mumbled to himself, before letting his body fall into the mattress besides your spent body.

You were still trying to catch your breath, and Adam pulled you into his sweaty chest. Yikes. You groaned, but Adam wouldn’t let go off you. He covered you both with a blanket, and he quickly started snoring. With Adams heart beat in your ear, and the golden glow he gave off, you quickly drifted off yourself.

———

It took you a few more days to start working again. Now, your companions were being even more gentle during training. You got one bruise and Adam yelled at them for 20 minutes straight. So that’s the status on things.

Right now you were out in the forest, collecting herbs with the other girls. As it turns out, a lot of the things they were poisonous were actually prepared incorrectly or it was only the leaves or only the fruit or only the roots which were dangerous.

You kneeled besides a rock, resting your hand on the sharp edges to stabilize yourself. You were plucking mushrooms out of the ground and dropped them into your basket.

“Hey! It’s time to leave!”

Sighing, you got up. Your hand sadly slipped, and a cut ended up on your palm. You hissed in pain, and Vaggie immediately walked over to you.

“Did you get hurt? Wash it in the stream, then show me..” She pointed at the small stream of running water.

You nodded at her, and made your way over. Vaggie took your basket into your hand, even though she was already packed full. You held your hand into the cold water. It was just a small cut. It still burned. Pulling your hand out of the water, you took a look.

You didn’t quite know what possessed you. It felt like some instinct, something ancient moved your uninjured hand. You pressed your thumb into the cut, and moved over the wound in a stitching movement.

And before your own eyes you watched as your cut stitched itself closed.

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