Legacy: A Hero Has Come

Book 1: Chapter 8

Roland held Brunhilda tightly as he squeezed her rear. She pressed both her lips and her body against him. She kissed fiercely. It reminded Roland the first time Josephine kissed him, but much more tender yet still overpowering. Brunhilda's tongue swirled in his mouth, telling Roland she was experienced, and her hand caressed down from his chest to his crotch. A soft moan escaped when she pulled away to catch her breath. Brunhilda lowered her head sheepishly, and she fidgeted cutely with strands of red hair falling to her face. Her eyes immediately shifted cautiously to her horse; she didn't want to spook him.

Sorry, old friend. We didn't mean to disturb you. Magni, on the other hand, watched the two but didn't care; a listless demeanor showed in his gaze as he continued eating his hay while ignoring their amatory dance. Brunhilda shrugged and turned back.

"You can take me if you want? I'm all yours, and you can do whatever you want with me," Brunhilda whispered, biting her lower lip while fiddling with his trousers' drawstring.

"...Umm." Roland blinked, being sober enough to stop.

Roland gawked at her, dumbfounded. Droplets of sweat fell from his brow. Although there wasn't much light in the stable, Brunhilda still noticed his troubling expression and became concerned, her hand resting on his cheek. Roland didn't answer. His mind was somewhere else, growing conflicted by the circumstance. Of course, he wanted to have his way with her, but is that wrong? If he turned her down, would she get angry? What about Josephine? He knew they weren't technically dating, but is he betraying her?

"Roland? Are you okay?" Brunhilda asked. That snapped Roland out of his train of thought.

"I'm fine. I was somewhere else," Roland assured, somberly. The gears in his mind halted. "I'm just having second thoughts, that's all."

"Is it about your friend?"

Roland nodded.

"Are you and her together?"

"Sort of..." Scratching his neck nervously, Roland barely had an answer to it. "It's a complicated subject we hadn't gotten across."

Brunhilda started feeling guilty and briefly turned away. She didn't want to hurt anyone, unsure if she should proceed any further. She didn't know Josephine that well, but from everything Roland told her, she could tell they had a lot in common. After a while, Brunhilda pivoted back. She kissed him again, pulling back while she teasingly bit his bottom lip.

"If you feel like you're doing something wrong, then you shouldn't be." A sincere smile arose as Roland's troubles withered. Her pleasant voice (along with the alcohol) diluted his worries. "You care about her, and that's admirable. However, you are not bound to her and shouldn't fear to betray her."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, we're all young and should live life to the fullest," she remarked, leaning back.

Roland greatly admired her body, not only her breasts but her sculpted abdomen as well. Seeing the baffled and confused look on his face, Brunhilda gently grabbed one of his hands and dragged it to her breast. That perplexed him more as he firmly cupped it. Roland had no idea what to say but didn't deny how large her bust was. It barely fit his hand, and as he dragged his fingers down, he twirled around the piercings on her nipple, held tightly by nobs. Giving it a gentle squeeze, Roland slowly released his grip but felt Brunhilda drawing his head closer with her hands around his neck. He completely lost himself into her impressive mounds as he smelled her musky, feminine scent.

"If you want to stop, then it's up to you, but is that really what you want to do? Perhaps, you should learn to let your inhibitions go, Roland," Brunhilda suggested, barely holding her voice together. "To become an adventurer, you have to try new experiences, both of the body and the mind. You have to learn to live on the edge, and only then can you truly understand what it means to be alive."