He had forgotten his own name, and much besides. His homeland, his family, much of it was lost to him, except for a few snippets of memory and scraps of stories. Even his language was lost to him, as the menacing old women that he had wanted to trust in the slightest, and yet felt that he had to, had spoken him in a language that he was sure was not his own, and yet, he understood, and replied in the same language. The only piece of his language he had left was a single character carved into the sheath of his sword, which he realized was the new name he had given himself: No-name, Nanashi. With that sword he had completed his first challenge, which had been easy — just a few sad husks of former humans and dogs — up until he had faced the ogre. The tall redheaded warrior had blinded the one-eyed beast, but still barely managed to avoid its rampaging, and a glancing blow had badly bruised his left arm and some of his ribs. Still, he had killed it, and felt the power of the beast’s souls orbiting him, just out of reach. He was not quite sure how to use it, but the old women had stressed the importance of gathering souls in this land. Soon, he came out upon some ruins, and in the distance, saw a small obelisk. Near that obelisk was a human figure of some kind, and he cautiously approached, traveling downwards into the ruined village. “Hello!” he called, lifting his unbruised arm. On closer inspection, it was a woman, perfectly whole, dressed in green, and very pretty. “Are you sane? I know opening with that question is rude, but, I’ve had little luck finding sane folks in this land.”
Watching the water flow and run its course peacefully, moving to wherever it was taken, Shanalotte knew she could stare at it for hours on end as there was little to nothing to do in this land. She never left and anyone she had brought to this land either killed themselves in a suicide attempt or became overwhelmed by everything else that wanted to kill anything. It was a peaceful life, very peaceful, but she did wish that someone would be able to shackle the bonds of fate and allow her own journey to be complete. Hearing a voice break the serene silence she had enjoyed thus far, she slowly turned her head in its direction and noticed a man waving at her. "As sane as the rest of us in this village, I suppose." She replied, trying to be witty, but failing spectacularly. "Most of the people is this land has gone Hollow and prey upon souls. They will not use these souls for anything, although I am able to convert them into strength. What is your name?"
Nanashi looked around at the seemingly empty village. Though she may have thought she failed spectacularly, this still got a small smile out of him. “Well, I’ve lost much of who I am, but I still think clearly enough, I hope.” He walked closer to her, feeling a strange sort of pull...But it may have also been the odd bonfire near her. He had seen one of those already, and touching it had filled him with a comfort and serenity that he had not felt in a long time. In fact, he found himself walking towards it, though he kept his body turned to face her, wanting to be polite. “I have no name, but you can call me Nanashi, which is how you would say that in my language. It works well enough as a name,” he said, his expression and demeanor gentle despite his rough outward appearance. His vest hung loosely and the shirt beneath was torn, exposing his scarred chest and his bruises, though the latter suddenly faded as his hand touched the bonfire, lighting it. His scars, however, stayed, as he had gotten them before the curse. He looked briefly stunned, and then he smiled, much wider than before, to feel the pain leave him. “What is <i>your</i> name, lady, if I may ask?”
"One sign of being sane and thinking clearly is not attacking everything on sight." She said, moving over towards him. "Nanashi... are you the next monarch? Or merely a pawn of fate?" Shanalotte did not give her name just yet as she was interested in what his answer would be, or at the very least, hoped to be, but there was only one way to find out. Only after receiving an answer would she give her name, although if pressed, she would give it through that as well, but she hoped that she would not be pressed, as she suspected something dangerous was about to happen and her life constantly in danger.
That got a quiet chuckle from him. “That’s certainly true, although there are more insidious kinds of madness.” He was suddenly aware of the closeness of her as she stepped closer, and her words made his eyes widened. There was a...ritual quality to his words, that made him pause a moment before considering his answer. “I believe we are all pawns of fate, lady, perhaps monarchs most of all. But I want this damned curse gone, and if becoming the next monarch, whatever that may involve, has the chance of freeing me of it, then I will fight my hardest.”
Upon hearing his answer, she believed it was as good of an answer as any, so she took a seat on the rocks around the bonfire. "My name is Shanalotte. The dragon gave me this name, for I was born with none." She sensed the souls he had and if he was going to go on a journey, she may as well show how to gain more power. After deciding for a while, she softly smiled and pulled back her hood. "Strip. I am going to let you know how to gain power." This would be the first time she had ever done this, so she was unsure how she would react.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Shanalotte. Being named by a dragon is a great honour,” he said, warmly. Nanashi was unsure whether to sit or stand, but, since he believed it was rude to continue standing over the lady, he sat, while she thought. He wasn’t particularly worried or uncomfortable, and was content to wait while she seemed to deliberate on something. Then he blinked, and a slight flush rose to his cheeks. “If...that is how it must be done.” The removal of her hood, and her gentle smile helped put him at ease. He took his sandals off, and then rose. Next came his vest, and his shirt, revealing the entirety of his muscled and scarred torso. Beneath his pants, he wore a loincloth, and finally that was removed, leaving himself naked before her. His manhood was of a thick and considerable size, hanging down between his legs.
Due to the village being nearly empty, she wasn't worried about anyone seeing them. "You may also wish to disrobe me as well. For the current moment, I have... given myself to you." She said, her voice always soft as she took one gloved hand and brought it under his cock and pointing it straight up. Revealing her different eye colors by brushing back her pair, she soon leaned down to wrap her lips around his cock and began to go down on him, taking in as much as she could. Shanalotte believed that she would be forced to take it all at some point, but for now, she was going to enjoy what she could get, although the worst was yet to come.
Nanashi had not entirely been certain where this was going. He didn’t want to get his hopes up, so he had been expecting some ritual of a kind. Still, when Shanalotte said her words, he wasn’t surprised, his smile gentle and awkward. “Then I...accept your giving gladly,” he said quietly, and, before she lowered herself down, took her face in his hands and kissed her softly. He stiffened swiftly in her gloved hand, eyes-half shutting for a moment, hands lowering to undo her cloak. When her mouth closed around the head of his cock, he let out a little breath, and reached to run his fingers through her hair, cupping her cheeks. “You’re...very good at this,” he said, breath hitching, a small groan escaping his lips.
The only thing on her mind was sucking Nanashi's cock and making him cum, so when she felt her cloak being undone, she did nothing to stop it. Since she had his cock in her mouth, she placed one arm over his legs and the other on his lower back. As she sucked, small moans could be heard coming from her. It was a sign from her to him, letting him know that she was enjoying this and if he so wished, he could force her to suck on more without any fear of retaliation of any kind. Shanalotte wasn't like that one bit.
Nanashi had been with women before, but this Shanalotte was...startlingly passionate. She went about her efforts with a single-minded purpose that left him a little weak-legged, his breath coming out in quiet gasps. His fingers ended up digging tightly into her hair, and as she carried on, he began to thrust his hips, pushing his cock down her throat — its size quite visible, pressing up from beneath her neck — while pulling her head back and forth by her thick, soft hair. “Shanalotte,” he murmured, free hand fumbling for what it could of the ties of her dress. “You said you had...given yourself to me. It seems as if I’m...nnff, a selfish man, for I want all of you, not just your mouth.”
Now she was about to show him her begging side, a side that she never showed to anyone and released his cock from her mouth, turning her head to look at him. "Then take me." Shanalotte's words showed that she was quite alright with him being a selfish man, helping to get out of her dress in every possible way. "I beg of you, take me Master. Make me moan, make me scream your name. Or gag me, if you wish to keep me quiet. I am yours to do with as you please. Do not fear for my safety."