Slave To Savage

Chapter Seven

The sound of swords clashing filled the forest, their breathless panting surrounding them, sweat dripping from their foreheads. Their expressions were fierce, eyes often meeting as their blades collided, leaving them facing each other. She swiftly redirected his sword, sending it to the ground and with her free hand she grabbed the small knife that was wedged into her boot, then pressed it against the commander's throat, taking the win.

"I'm impressed... You've improved." he said as she pulled away the knife, tucking it back into its place. She scoffed, putting her blade in the scabbard that was attached to her belt. "Come on, Silas. You let me win, I'm not stupid. That was too easy." she stated, feeling disappointed that he gave her the win. He often did that, but she never counted it as a victory. "I didn't, I swear."

"If I am to win, I want to earn it. Stop trying to make me feel better, I don't want a pity win." He put away his sword as he made his way to her. "Fine, I won't do it again. How's your bow training coming along?" he asked as they sat down under a tree to rest. She wiped the sweat from her face and sighed, trying to catch her breath. "It's going good, I killed a rabbit just yesterday, I thought maybe we could go hunting later and get a few more for a stew tonight. Is that alright?"

"That's a great idea. I know a place we can go, I'll get the horses ready. You can go get our bows."
After they got everything prepared, they set off, heading just West of their house. They stopped and hitched their horses, tying them to a tree. The pair walked by foot up the hill where they then reached a field. The wide area was littered with beautiful flowers and tall grass. The sun peeked through the thick clouds, shining light on the field.

Silas tapped her arm and pointed towards the grass. At first she didn't see what he was gesturing towards, but after a moment she saw something stirring between the grass. She crouched down and pulled out an arrow, attaching it to the bow and aligning her sights. Once the target was in her line of vision, she took in a deep breath, pulling back the arrow. After holding in her breath, she breathed out and released the arrow in unison.

When they heard a squeal, she knew she at least hit it, now she only hoped it was a quick death and that she didn't have to kill the poor animal with her bare hands. Without a word, she made her way to where the rabbit was. Luckily the animal was dead, the arrow had shot through its throat.
The sight was an unpleasant one, but Alphea had seen worse. "Nice shot! You really have improved." he said from behind her, watching as she picked up the rabbit from its hind legs. "I'd hope so, after all the time I spend training."

She stuffed the rabbit in the bag that Silas held open. "I might as well leave all the hunting to you." the commander joked, making the girl roll her eyes at him. "So you want me to kill and cook dinner? What will you do? You might as well start wearing a skirt and start sweeping the house and work in the garden." she teased with a smirk dancing on her lips. The two moved a little deeper into the field, trying to be as discreet as possible.

They each caught 4 rabbits, which was far too many for one meal, but the pair had so much fun hunting that they unknowingly just kept going. "Alright, I think we should head back home, it's getting dark, and we caught more than our fair share." They went back into the forest where their horses stood waiting. As they loaded the sack of dead rabbits, Alphea heard rustling between the trees. She looked to Silas, but saw he didn't notice. Her eyes scanned the thick forest, but saw nothing.

The commander noticed she seemed alarmed. "Everything alright?" he asked.
"Yeah... I just thought I heard something..."
Brushing it off as an animal in the woods, they got on their horses and headed back home.

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After they skinned the rabbits and hung some of them to dry, the pair went in to get cleaned up. Alphea sat in a tub of hot water, washing the blood off her hands, arms and chest, Silas was sat outside the tub, scrubbing her back. His soapy hand brushed over her shoulders, then made their way down her spine all the way down to her lower back. His rough hands caressing her sent chills through her whole body.

"Are you cold?" he asked, noticing her shivering. She shook her head. She felt her cheeks heat up as his hand made its way to her ribcage. She flinched and arched her back. He started laughing at her odd behaviour. "Does this turn you on?" he asked shamelessly, making the girl turn around, her arms covering her breasts. "What!? H-have you gone m-mad!? I'm just ticklish!" she stuttered, making her feel even more embarrassed than she already was.

"Don't be a pervert, you're just a child. Turn around." he said, making a swirling gesture with his soaked hands. She was about to say something, but bit her tongue and turned around.
"How old were you when you lost your virginity?" she asked curiously.

She had been exposed to sex at a young age, so that was no secret to her, but she was still a curious young woman and wondered if what she had experienced was all there was to it, or if there was better method. She doubted he would teach her anything about the topic, he always got shy and ignored it when it is brought up.

"I think I was... Seventeen maybe? I'm not so sure. What about you?" he asked cautiously. She gulped, wishing she had thought this through, obviously he would ask, she was hoping he wouldn't.
"Ten..." she said, shame stinging her heart as the painful memory resurfaced. He stopped what he was doing, a shocked expression on his face. He was glad she couldn't see him, because his expression would surely hurt her. He felt foolish for asking, no doubt she didn't wish to bring up her terrible past. His head lowered, wondering what sick bastard could do that to a defenceless child.

She slowly turned around and saw the man in his state of sorrow. Her hand reached out to him, her wet palm resting on his cheek. He looked up at the girl. Tears had started forming in his eyes, his expression pained her. "It's alright... It's in the past. I'm okay, aren't I? I'm still alive, which I can't say for many of the little girls I met back then. So, please, don't be sad." Her soft voice rang in the man's ears, calming him down, but at the same time riling him up. His anger grew for whoever hurt the young girl, and hearing her gentle voice made him wonder who could possibly want to harm such a sweet little thing.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him closer to her. Her wet body pressed up against him, soaking his shirt. "I wish I knew you back then... I could have protected you."
"I would have liked to know you back then too, but what's done is done." She pulled away from him and wiped away his tears as she stared into his eyes. Her body felt so hot, and his touch soothed her inner pain, melting it away. She inched closer to him, not taking her eyes off him.

"Silas... Show me. Show me there's more than what I experienced. I want you to replace that memory... Make a better one." He could sense her desperation, and he'd be lying if he said that excitement wasn't stirring up inside of him. "No, wait... You're just a kid, you're not even eighteen at least." he felt he had to put up some boundaries, otherwise he would be just as horrid as the men that stole her innocence.

She chuckled, then looked up at him, staring deeply into his eyes. "I turned eighteen the day you gave me the sword, the one you had made for me... I thought I had told you before, and that it was birthday gift. I guess I was mistaken." The man stared at her in awe, the news that he completely missed the young girl's coming of age. Her soft expression relaxed back into the desire filled gaze that was painted in her eyes before, and the way she was looking at him made his hesitation disappear. He leaned in, his lips meeting hers. Her hands made their way up to his hair. She took out the band that held his hair together, letting it fall down his shoulders. She grabbed a handful and tugged softly. They broke away, gasping for air.

"Then... Give me this, as an apology..."

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