Neverwiter Nights - Adventures of a Tainted Hero

Neverwinter Nights – Adventures of a Tainted Hero


Chapter 1 – Academy Prologue


“W-Whatever you do… Don’t stop…”


Chandra, the wizard to be, screamed in delight, feeling the hero of Neverwinter’s grunts behind her. The man’s constant hard thrusts had driven her to the edge of her sanity, his ten inch dick pounding the entrance of her womb. The ranger stopped moving, the entire length of his penis buried deep within her tight pussy. The wizard moaned, disappointed.


“Why did you stop?” She began to move her own hips, but the hero’s strong hands held her still “What happened?”


His reply was short: “Beg…”


Siegfried of Neverwood was the typical alpha-male. The ranger lived by his own personal code, taking orders from no one, not even a human girl in the middle of love making. Though to be fair to the girl, what he was doing had nothing to do with love.


“Beg, or I’ll stop…” He grabbed the girl’s forearms, guiding each to a side of his waist “Beg for my cock…”


“I-I need it, please…” Her breath was ragged, her face flushed “Give me that cock of yours, or I’ll go crazy…”


He moved his hips in circular motion, letting the girl take in every inch of his penis deep within her body. “I said ‘beg’…”


“I beg, you… I’ll do anything you want…”


“Anything?”


“Anything! Please, please… I beg you…”


He turned her around, throwing her legs up in the air. Siegfried removed his cock from the wizard’s nether folds, and placed it at the entrance of her anus. He pushed forward, Chandra’s love juices lubricating her asshole.


“Ah, wait! That’s my…” He covered her mouth with his hand, and with one final thrust inserted the entire length of his dick into her. A tear fell from her right eye, and the ranger smirked at the sight. Her small figure, sweaty from over an hour of love making, seemed fragile under his muscular grip. He wasn’t a giant, such as Herban, the instructor, but still his physique could be considered pretty well developed. He wasn’t really that tall, standing just over six feet, but the name Siegfried of Neverwood was enough to inspire fear into the hearts of many foes, and lust into the loins of many women. His shoulder-length hair covered his face, over and over again, as his thrusts gained more speed. Chandra began to scream “Fuck, fuck…”


“Get ready…” He said, feeling a chill down his spine. Her moans had turned from a tune of overwhelming pain, to one of rhythmic pleasure. He used his thumb to rub her clit “I’m nearly there…”


“So am I…” His hand was no longer covering her mouth, but the wizard maintained his hand in place, sucking his index finger “Oh, shit…”


Her legs shivered, her eyes turned. She bit her lower lip and emitted what may only be considered a grunt. Her abdomen contracted and she gripped the bed sheets with both hands. Siegfried grabbed her ass with both hands and pressed it against his hips. A gush of hot semen flooded Chandra’s asshole, and the wizard sunk her fingernails on the man’s legs. Siegfried remained in silent contemplation of her blushed face, and the girl dreamingly stared at her lover’s eyes.


He got out of his bed and walked to his dresser. He began to dress up on his usual leather armor. Chandra sat by the edge of the bed, staring at his half-naked figure. “You’re not going to abandon me, are you? Now that you’re graduating…”


“No…” was his curt reply. He buckled his belt and sat at the wooden chest near his bed, putting on his black leather boots. His armor consisted of a black leather breastplate, a chain shirt underneath it, stopping near his forearms and falling to just over his knees, iron bracers over his forearms, and black woolen trousers. “But I still need to take the combat trial before I can graduate…”


“Who are you kidding? You were a hero before you joined the Academy… You’re merely getting a piece of paper telling you so…”


She was right. Even though he was only twenty three years old, his name was the synonym of the perfect warrior. His longsword, called Obad-hai’s Fury, had tasted the blood of thousands of Orcs, Hobgoblins, Zombies, and so many enemies the ranger had stopped counting at the five hundred mark, over three years before.


“Will I see you at the party afterwards?” Her voice brought the ranger back from his musings “We could have more fun…”


“Maybe…” was his only reply. He grabbed his longsword, sheathing it. He stared at his pine longbow, grabbing its quiver and tying it to his waist. He placed his bow across his back and stared at the nude wizard, still in bed “Your teacher should be looking for you… You would do well to dress up and go meet him…”


He left the room.


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Siegfried’s longsword dropped at a goblin’s head. The blade got stuck midway through the skull, crimson blood gushing through the cold steel, reaching the ranger’s hands. The man yanked his sword away, kicking another enemy in the gut. After the blade was once again freed, Siegfried slashed sideways, severing the head of the remaining goblin.


The room was cleared, and the ranger approached the two older men.


“My name is Siegfried of Neverwood, Lady Aribeth sent me…” He introduced himself, seeing the doubt on their faces “But I am afraid I arrive at a late hour…”


“It figures… Lady Aribeth sends a student to tend for the Waterdhavian creatures…” The old man seemed enraged. Drops of an anger-driven drool fell to his long white beard “Sending a child to do her job…”


“You’ve got a problem with that, old man?”


“You’re my problem, pup!”


“Stop this!” The second man, an elf sorcerer, yelled but his tone was so weak, so fragile, it transmitted no authority. Instead, it seemed as a desperate plea “The times are hard, so let us not fight amongst our own ranks…”


“As I’ve said…” The ranger extended his right hand to the elf “The name’s Siegfried…”


“Fenthik Moss… My friend, here, is called Desther…”


“Can’t say it’s a pleasure…” The old man looked the other way “Once again Aribeth has left unattended to…”


“Enough, Desther…”


“Your feelings for Lady Aribeth cloud your judgment, my friend…”


“I’ve said: ‘enough’!” Once again, he lacked the grip to command the situation.


Siegfried decided it was best to intervene, changing the subject “Feelings for her?”


The elf sighed “It is no secret Lady Aribeth and I are lovers…”


Siegfried sniggered.


“What?” Fenthik asked, puzzlingly looking at the ranger “Is something funny?”


“Not at all, not at all…” He rubbed his nose, trying to contain his laugh. It was not hard figuring out who ‘wore’ the pants on that relationship “Look, from what I’ve heard, most of the students are dead and the Waterdhavian creatures are missing… What are we going to do now?”


“I do not know…” Fenthik scratched his beardless chin “Go back to your quarters, I shall send for you when we decide on a course of action…”


Siegfried of Neverwood did precisely that. Chandra, he had heard, was killed in the attack, and very few students still breathed. Yet, he had survived the threat unscathed, and was one of the responsible for the assault over Neverwinter Academy being resolved without further loss of lives. As he laid on his bed, he smiled. Whatever adventures Tyr had in store for him, he had a feeling they would be rather interesting. Rather interesting indeed…


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(Author comments: This first chapter is as short as Neverwinter’s prologue itself. There is much more I mean to write, see you guys in a few days.)