[Amber Sword] Fanfiction

Author: 1209916110
First published on Forum 001 on September 11, 2017
Word Count: 6406

Note: This text is modified from Chapter 46 of Volume 1 of the original novel *The Amber Sword*. For the plot before and after this text,
please refer to the original.

'The Copper Dragon Storytelling Club' is a bar located on the main street
between . It operates all night, catering to mercenaries, adventurers, prostitutes, and
merchants peddling goods of dubious origin.

If you can tolerate the sleazy atmosphere and vulgar slang, it's a decent
place to have fun. There's cheap ale, scantily clad waitresses, and enough food to fill your stomach. You could drink
here all night for just a few coppers—you could even whistle to your heart's content
without worrying about the guards throwing you in the dungeon for the night.

However, Freya couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive as she approached this den of iniquity. The
country girl gripped her longsword tightly, her mind filled with Brando's little tips.

Her face flushed, head bowed, she cautiously made her way through the crowd, her ponytail drooping from
her fear . Freya couldn't help but let her mind wander;
what if someone suddenly assaulted her?

She stole a glance at the scantily clad waitresses, her ears burning with rage. How could they do such a thing! It

was utterly shameless!

"Ah!" Freya, blushing, accidentally bumped into
a mercenary .

"Sorry!" Freya apologized, her face still red.

The mercenary's hand was fiddling with the waitress's bra; he only noticed another cute girl had bumped
into him when he turned around, but he didn't seem to care. After all, bars were never short of such forward girls, and he already
had .

Freya tried to steady herself and create some distance, but this was the first time she had been so close to another
girl's breasts. The thin fabric outlined their rounded curves, and a lewd aura wafted towards her.
Freya blushed, feeling waves of unreal dizziness washing over her.

Realizing there was another girl beside her, head bowed and very close, the mercenary withdrew his hand from the maid's
bra , rummaged in his pocket, and finally pulled out a Thor. "Here, this is for you!"

His rough, calloused hand, calloused from years of wielding weapons, gripped the Thor and unabashedly slipped it inside
Freya 's bra.

Freya felt as if her head was about to explode; with a bang, her vision went blank!

This was the first time Freya had been touched on the body, and the rough touch from her breasts sent a
wave of dizziness through her.

The mercenary's fingertips felt the elastic softness of Freya's breasts, clearly sensing a
cherry-like nipple slowly becoming engorged and erect.

Freya had never experienced anything like it before. She only felt her breasts being constantly squeezed by rough hands, her nipples
being rubbed by his palms. That tingling, soft sensation spread throughout her body,
a feeling tingling, numb sensation in her chest made all the hairs on her body stand on end.

The mercenary looked at the girl who had become silent in his hands with some surprise. In the past, in this situation,
she would have put on a smiling face, taken the Thor from her bra, then distanced herself and tried to entice him
to give her more Thor, instead of standing there like an idiot letting his hands roam freely over her body.

It seemed she was still a virgin, but he wouldn't stop there. Since he could gain more for free, only a fool wouldn't
continue ! The girl's appearance was hundreds of times more beautiful than any of the other maids he knew. Her flushed face and tightly closed
eyes were full of youthful innocence. Perhaps this was a new waitress at the bar; in any case, this Thor flower
was well worth it.

The sudden situation left her completely helpless. Even though she had become a
qualified soldier on the battlefield, when it came to interacting with the opposite sex, she was no different from an ordinary young girl, perhaps even
more oblivious…

The tingling sensation made Freya's eyes tightly shut, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand
in an attempt to protect itself. Freya felt her chest growing increasingly hot, as if all the blood in her body
had rushed to her chest and face. Her legs also became incredibly heavy, almost unable to support her body.

The bar was still bustling with noise, but time seemed to stand still for Freya as her consciousness faltered
.

Roughness and coldness, two different sensations, surged from her chest into her mind. Her bra had been ripped open sometime during the day, and
her exposed breasts were being held by several different hands simultaneously. A few Thors slipped from these hands, gliding across her tender white breasts that stood erect in
the air , finally settling into her bra, which had lost its ability to conceal her.

The sensation at the base of her thighs finally triggered Freya's belated alarm. A rough, large hand had been pressed against her groin
sometime , and the sudden, intense impact made Freya groan involuntarily!
Her legs could no longer support her, and she could only lean against the mercenary behind her.

Freya's panties had long been pulled down to her ankles, and the rough sensation at the base of her thighs made her feel utterly
powerless. Each tremor of the fingers at the base of her thighs felt like a fiery force rushing into her body,
surging and then converging at the fingertips of that hand, creating a strong yet unfamiliar sensation,
as if something was trying to burst out of her body.

The strange sensations coursing through her body left Freya too weak to speak. She could only cling tightly to the man
behind her , letting countless large hands ravage her body. Thor, inside Freya's bra, felt
heavy.

The rough texture on her chest and lower body suddenly vanished, leaving Freya with a profound
emptiness. Her tightly closed eyes involuntarily opened slightly.

Freya's half-closed eyes were already wet with tears, and she could only vaguely see
the mercenary impatiently pulling down his trousers.

The man's body, drawing ever closer in her blurry vision, made Freya feel a sudden, inexplicable sense of suffocation. A cool sensation ran through her lower body
; her skirt must have been lifted.

"Ah..." Freya couldn't help but groan as the hot touch pressed against her lower body. The emptiness vanished,
replaced by an even stronger, strange sensation!

"

This feeling... if it were Brando..." A resolute
figure suddenly flashed through Freya's muddled mind. "Ah... Brando..."

"Brando!" Feeling the increasing fullness and stinging sensation in her lower body, Freya
's mind suddenly felt like it had been struck by a heavy blow! "No!"

Just as she had inserted half of her glans into that tight, wet honey hole, the mercenary was
suddenly . Laughter erupted in the bar, and the mercenary's disheveled appearance drew boos.

Freya's face flushed red as she tried to gather her nearly undressed clothes, her face still burning, trying
to forget her embarrassing performance.

The mercenaries who had been pushed away weren't angry or annoyed; after all, the amount of advantage Thor had taken from
them exceeded the usual scope of service provided by the waitresses. They were just disappointed that the young waitress had reacted in time;
otherwise, they might have been able to take advantage of her even more.

Freya frantically tried to tidy herself up, now almost completely naked, but the more she tried, the more
chaotic things became. She could only press her hands against her exposed breasts, trying to shield herself from the incredibly embarrassing stares.
She saw the people in the bar watching her with amused smiles, some even raising their glasses in a gesture of apology.

Freya remembered Brando's instructions, and her trembling hands forced her to resist drawing her sword and
shattering the embarrassing situation before her.

Freya practically shuffled along, her legs tucked together, until she reached the counter. The chubby
bar owner, resting his chin on his hand, scrutinized Freya's still-undone bra and
the two pert red nipples barely concealed beneath it. "This isn't a place for you, little girl."

Freya's face flushed crimson, but remembering her earlier behavior, she couldn't bring herself to look up.
"Um, I'm here to inquire about someone..."

Reto, seeing the girl's head almost touching her own white breasts, couldn't help but chuckle.
"Bars are places for selling information, but we don't offer free services, little girl!"

"I know, I'll pay. Please tell me." "

Alright, who do you want to inquire about?"

"Hood, the textile merchant in the Bonoan market."

"That guy? Are you a relative from his hometown?"

Freya quickly shook her head. "No, someone just asked me to deliver a letter to him."

Reto shook his head, but just then, a group of guards hurried past. He keenly sensed
a slight, almost imperceptible tension in the young girl's body. Having been a bar owner for ten years, his ability
to read people was unmatched in the area, and this subtle detail immediately alerted him to something unusual.

But dramatically, the guard, after passing by, turned back. He called from outside, "Reto,
by the way, have you seen anything suspicious?"

Reto looked down and saw the girl feigning composure, but her fingers were clearly white with nervousness
. He sighed and asked, "They're looking for you, aren't they?"

Freya was startled and instinctively gripped her sword hilt.

"Don't be nervous, it's just a professional habit."

Freya hesitated, then, in a flash of inspiration, blurted out, "I...I have money,
can you help me hide it?"

"One hundred Tor, do you have money?" Reto smiled. His place was a melting pot of all sorts of people; hiding a fugitive was
commonplace. Besides, he found the young girl quite pleasing to the eye, especially her perfect breasts; he could tell those two
mounds of white, tender flesh must have an excellent feel.

One hundred Tor was a silver coin, and Freya quickly nodded.

As several guards walked in from outside, Leto hid Freya in a wooden barrel behind the bar.
None of the people in the bar were close to the military, so naturally, no one would step forward to identify her. Moreover, every trade has
its rules, and even in a place like this, where all sorts of people mingle, there are their own laws.

This is what's called the gray area. The city guards would come to the bar to gather information, and so would the unscrupulous merchants and
thieves. They all knew of each other's existence, but they adhered to the rules and wouldn't openly confront each other.

That's the rule of the game.

However, while Leto thought this way, the naive Freya was different. She regretted it the moment she hid in the dark wooden barrel
, and couldn't help but say to herself: Freya, Freya, didn't you even consider that someone might betray
you? You can't do anything right, are you still the captain of the third squad of the Buchi militia?

She heard the bar owner chatting casually with the guards outside, and her anxiety
was indescribable. She was terrified that they would suddenly open the lid and drag her out. Although she said it was nothing, she
knew what would happen if she were caught.

Freya waited anxiously in the barrel, while the guards and the bar owner
continued their conversation. Freya didn't know that this was a tactic the guards used to blackmail the bar owner; she just wondered
when this damned conversation would end!

Freya was still lost in her anxious thoughts when a soft sound made the hairs on her body stand on end!

The barrel lid was opened!

Freya gripped her sword, waiting for the moment the lid was fully opened. Time seemed to stretch on forever
. Aside from the initial slight movement of the bucket lid, it remained motionless.

Freya listened intently to the continued conversation between the bar owner and the guard, and the commotion outside didn't suggest
she'd been discovered.

The sounds outside intrigued Freya, and the gap in the lid was her only way to see what was happening outside
.

Freya gently pried the lid open a little more, her other hand gripping the hilt of her sword tightly, determined to
strike if anything seemed amiss!

The gap widened further, now about three fingers' width at its widest point, enough for Freya's
needs.

But the sight outside startled Freya; she didn't see the guard standing in the bucket as she'd expected.
Instead of seeing her sword pointed at her, she saw a stick-like object, as thick as her wrist, right in front of her.

The stick was about half the length of her forearm, one end purplish-black and covered in a milky-white
slime. The other end was a dark gray, hairy, pouch-like structure, seemingly containing something.
As the stick swayed, the "pouch" at the end swayed back and forth in front of Freya's eyes.

Freya couldn't immediately identify what it was, but another object caught her attention.
It was a pattern; Freya remembered this pattern on the bare waist of the waitress standing in a corner when she first entered the tavern
, right next to her navel.

Now, this pattern was before her eyes,
swaying .

Freya seemed unable to grasp some fleeting thought. "That's the waitress's waist, and below that is
..."

A certain possibility occurred to Freya, her face instantly turning bright red as if it were about to explode. "Shameless! Shameless!"

If she couldn't see something so obvious, she'd be no different from an idiot. Clearly, some mercenary
had brought a waitress to a corner to satisfy their needs. The barrel Freya was hiding in was placed in the corner, surrounded by
several identical barrels—a perfect hiding place. Of course,
the same applied to the two people outside the barrel.

Freya had underestimated the mercenaries' depravity. She couldn't imagine these guys actually
doing it in a place like this, even if it was a relatively secluded corner. It wouldn't be too difficult for the other people in the bar to see what they
were doing .

"Shameless! Shameless!" Freya gritted her teeth, unable to find any other words to
express her emotions. The close-up scene of intercourse had a huge psychological impact on her.

"Brando!" Freya blushed, silently cursing that infuriating guy a hundred times in her mind.
If it weren't for him… Thinking of Brando, she felt angry but couldn't muster the temper.

The sounds of the two people making love and the suppressed moans outside the tub reached Freya's ears intermittently.

Freya was too exhausted to complain anymore. She just wanted the two outside to leave. Right now, she'd rather face a hundred skeletons
alone than stay here for another second.

The lewd atmosphere stirred up Freya's memories of that strange feeling. Freya's mind became
a mess , but that resolute figure lingered.

"Brando…"

The lewd atmosphere made

Freya's mind flutter. She couldn't help but half-close her eyes, and one hand instinctively reached
under her skirt. Freya subconsciously remembered how that hand had given her that strange feeling.

Recalling the intense sensation from not long ago, she didn't realize her hands were unconsciously moving their
fingers , following the feeling. She gently pressed on that strange spot, a tingling, pleasurable
sensation washing over her.

Freya felt every hair on her body stand on end; the strange feeling left her bewildered, her fingers gently undulating on her
delicate petals.

In a daze, Freya recalled Brando's resolute gaze, seemingly smiling at her. A wave of
immense shame washed over her, her eyes becoming even more hazy, her body feeling light, as if she were about
to fly. Her heart pounded, as if some immense desire was breaking free.

Freya was enjoying her first sexual experience when suddenly she heard a strange sound—
a faint, suppressed moan, trembling sound.

The sounds of intercourse outside intensified, and Brando became clearer in Freya's mind
. Freya covered her mouth, her fingers on her genitals quickening their pace to match the rhythm outside.

Freya had already imagined these lewd sounds as Brando doing such shameful

things to her. Freya was somewhat angry, angry that Brando would make her do such shameful
things in such a place. But the increasingly intense pleasure in her lower body reminded her that she liked Brando treating her this way.

The intense shame made Freya feel lost, so she simply let her thoughts be overwhelmed by pleasure. It
was all Brando's fault...

The two outside the tub climaxed, and streams of hot, sticky fluid overflowed from their point of contact,
falling into the tub through the three-finger-wide gap, "plop plop" onto Freya's face and bare chest.

Freya blamed Brando in her heart for soiling her face with such shameful things, but

helplessly licked the white fluid that belonged to Brando into her mouth.

The bitter, sexually charged liquid entered her mouth, making Freya frown deeply. If it weren't
for Brando, Freya would have gritted her teeth in anger.

A strange, intense stimulation overwhelmed Freya. She curled her body up with all her might, her
body numb from the pleasure, driven solely by instinct to keep her fingers moving.

The intense friction sent waves of pleasure through Freya's body. She felt like she was melting under Brando
's loving gaze, her whole being floating as if she were about to transform into a celestial being and fly into
the temple of the gods.

Hot liquid sprayed onto her fingers, scalding her and sending her soaring into the clouds. Freya used her last
bit of strength to cover her mouth, then curled up, her legs tightly clamping her fingers, her mind fading
into the intense pleasure.

Freya's consciousness drifted in the darkness for an unknown amount of time until she suddenly heard someone knocking outside the barrel.
"They're gone, come out," someone said.

Freya awoke with a start, seeing that no one was outside. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Suddenly
regaining her senses, she remembered her current situation, and a wave of intense shame washed over Freya!

Freya, suppressing a suffocating sense of shame, frantically gathered her clothes and
the suspicious liquid on her face and chest.

After a few minutes, Freya finally managed to crawl, trembling, out of the barrel using her almost powerless limbs.

Seeing the bar owner's amused gaze, Freya blushed deeply, still clutching
her chest , and bowed to the bar owner, saying, "Thank you."

"No need to thank me, it'll be 110 Thors in total," the chubby bartender chuckled, handing Freya
a towel. "Wipe your face, that barrel should still be a bit damp."

Freya blushed as she took the towel; she knew the liquid on her face wasn't the leftover ale from the barrel.

The bartender beckoned a simply dressed, dark-skinned, short-haired boy from the inner room
to her side, saying, "This is my son. Let him take you to Hood's house. By the way, young lady, I have
a piece of advice for you. Don't wander around alone so late. Where are your companions?"

Freya couldn't help but think of Brando. She felt a surge of anger, yet couldn't muster the willpower
. She thought Brando might have intended for her to toughen up on her own, but thinking about her previous
behavior , she felt nothing but shame. Now, she just wanted to bury her head in the sand.

She couldn't help but tighten her grip on her sword.

"My name is Su." The boy looked at her and extended his hand. "I occasionally help my father run this shop,
but I happen to have some free time now. Come with me."

"Th-thank you, my name is Freya."

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