My blood what is this wretched thing doing to it….
Nesta's heartbeat skyrocketed as his heart did its best to pump blood to all parts of his body without knowing that each volume of blood which entered the arrow was never coming back again. Nesta's eyes started tearing up as restlessness settled deep within his gut.
What did I do to deserve this?
He wondered with a saddened expression written all over his face.The desire and the urge to get up and run took over his thinking faculty as images of his past live came rushing into his line of sight.
"No this can't happen again!"he shouted while grabbing on to the the golden arrow which had completely destroyed his foot. Mustering up all the strength he could channel throughout the muscles within his arms, he tried fervently to pull it from his leg but the arrow apparently weighed much more than a boulder at the moment.
An excruciating pain was also felt each time he attempted to pull the arrow out of his leg. His face which was once filled with smiles when he was dodging the arrows was now filled with agony and sorrows.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
The sound of footsteps approaching erupted from the back of the tree under which he was sitting. Nesta still ignored the approaching footsteps like a plague as he continued to salvage the situation he was in.
"Are you going to continue ignoring me like that?"a feminine voice asked from behind him. The tone with which the person had spoken indicated clearly that she was pissed off by what Nesta was doing.
"Please your arrow, it's killing me"he pleaded without paying heed to the awkwardness of the situation. His body was becoming pale with each passing second and he had to do something about it.
"Oh sorry about that. I thought you were game, you know one of the wild animals I hunt for food. I didn't know that you are just like me"the words came out slowly as if the person was taking her precious time to speak them out.
Realizing her leniency, Nesta grabbed hold of the arrow and tried to pull it out of his body.
Swooosh
The sound made its way through the cold air as the female figure appeared right in front of Nesta who was currently concentrated on what he was doing. His body had lost most of its vitality and was already looking like that of a person who have been starved for days.
The figure found pity on him and gently caressed his cheeks while slowly propping his head upwards so that their eyes could successfully meet. Her green eyes met Nesta's brown eyes but his own was gradually losing its luster due to the amount of blood he was losing per each second.
She swiftly grabbed onto the golden arrow and snapped it into two with her bare hands which were now tightly wrapped around each half. Nesta yelped in pain as the broken arrow scratched the insides of the part of his leg it had entered.
Through the pain he was enduring, Nesta could finally make out the characteristics of the woman who was currently helping him. She had green eyes which a rare eye color to possess. Her chestnut brown hair wavered as the cold air caressed each strand with its gentle touch. Her pointy ear stood out like a sore thumb each time she used her finger to reposition her wild hair by tucking them at the back of ears. Her delicate lips parted a little as words came rushing out them, words which Nesta couldn't make out as a result of the pain the arrow had caused.
Hopefully though it seems that the mysterious hunter carried something in her bag which was made of an animal hide and was gently tied to a strap around her waist. Nesta gulped as he took into account the graceful figure of the woman standing in front of him. Her body which brought memories of the hour glass artifact he had read about in his history class, the pink lips which sparkled under the moonlight and the fire that burned within hers eyes. All of this made him slightly forget the pain he was going through at the moment.
"What are you staring at?"the voice asked teasingly as the woman noticed his boner which was slowly getting up from its slumber.
Nesta quickly covered it with his hands while the woman brought out something from her bag and handed it to him. The woman gave a small grin after realizing his motive from covering up his genital which seem to be his only priced possession at the moment.
Nesta tried to resist the temptation of looking back at her face which was by all means the most elegant one he has ever faced in his past life. He decided to lower his gaze but his line of sight landed on a place where he wasn't ready to face.
His eyes were now fixated on the two huge melons she possessed that bounced uncontrollably each time she tried to tend to his wounds. Nesta was someone believed by himself and others to rot at the lowest level in the societal hierarchy. He was an orphan even though he did not literally stay in an orphanage.
For people living his kind of life though sex, relationship and their corresponding stresses were a luxury he could not afford. As a result he did not understand why his body was strongly reacting to this woman.
"She is older enough to be my mom"he sighed with relief after his words did its best to calm down his lustful body.
The woman smiled and took into memory what he had achieved at the moment.
"I didn't know that some men can resist the temptation. It's nice to know that people like you still exist after all"she said with joy while stroking his chin. She brought out a vial from the bag around her waist and handed it to Nesta—signaling for him to gobble up its content.
Without hesitation, Nesta grabbed onto it and hurriedly snatched it from her hand. He seized up the thing, deliberately scanning every nook and cranny of it to make sure that it was not poison he was about to drink.
The saying,"once bitten twice shy", was currently at play as he opened the lid of the vial. A tantalizing smell which filled his mind with the thought of gaining supremacy over this new world wafted around his face.
What could possibly go wrong?
He wondered with a determined look as he downed the vial's content in one go.
Everything was fine for some minutes but in the next a burning sensation built up within his injured foot. The sensation traveled from his foot right to his abdominal cavity and remained unbothered in between his legs.
The hell!
He shouted as his boner increased in both its length and girth.
What the hell is happening to me? Why the sudden urge to procreate as this point in time?
He asked himself—confusion and distress written all over his face.
He attempted to crawl away from the mysterious woman but his body responded rather poorly to his demand. It rather surged forward and crashed into the giant melons hanging effortlessly below her chest.
What the hell are you doing Nesta?
His desperate plea for his body to stop moving fell on deaf ears as it proceeded without hesitation. The soft mountain of flesh were pushed back slightly as they jiggled due to Nesta's warm breath.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"he shouted but his hands were already heading towards the melons. His mind and his body were currently at war with each other and what was at stake was his dignity which had already been trampled upon when was running about naked in the woods. Who does that?
The woman witnessing what was happening could not help but giggle slightly while brushing through Nesta's hair. Being a side looker, one might think that this woman was currently taking advantage of the boy but on close inspection one could clearly see that the terrible wound on his foot was slowly closing up. Although the process was slow, it was still greater than that of a normal human being.
The woman continued her act, slowly but deliberately brushing her hands through his hair at the same time ignoring the fact that she was forcibly being undressed by the teenager. Her eyes widened as the teenager's hand fondled her half naked breasts which were several pulls away from being exposed to the cold wind.
Nesta's tongue came gliding out of his mouth ready to deal inexplicable damage to the nerves surrounding the nipples of the woman's breast.
"Done "she said and delivered a soft hit to the back of Nesta's head causing him to faint instantly. His tongue were closing in on her nipples but the attack had served its purpose—prevent anything from happening.
She quickly pushed back her melons into her dress, her bow and quiver containing her arrows to her back while picking up Nesta from the ground like a sack of potatoes. She carried him over her shoulder and was already on her way to where she had come from.
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