Title: Eragon's a Pimp

Summary: Blodgharm isn't the only one attracting the ladies! Seems that none of the ladies can resist our favorite Rider's charms! The title really says it all in this case...

Rating: PG 13

Disclaimer: Of course I don't own the Inheritance Cycle silly suing laywers! Would I really be writing fanfiction if I did? Well...

Eragon walked through the camp, ignoring the storm that raged around him. He approached the tent he was looking for and ducked inside. Katrina smiled when she noticed him come in. She was wearing a loose grey dress that barely hid her steadily growing stomach. Eragon sat on the bed next to her. " How are you and the baby doing?" he asked, putting a hand over the small bump. " We're perfectly fine," she said, smiling." We missed you though. Why haven't you come by?" He pulled her closer. " It's not that I haven't wanted to, it's just that people have started asking questions and Roran's getting suspicious." Katrina layed back, pulling him down with her. She lay quiet for awhile with her eyes closed. Just when Eragon had thought that she had fallen asleep, she spoke. " What are we going to do,Eragon?" she asked," I'm going to have this baby and everyone will realise that it's not Roran's baby." Eragon kissed her lightly on the nose. " We'll figure something out,Katrina. Don't worry." Katrina yawned " Love you Eragon.." She drifted off to sleep.

Eragon slipped quietly out of Katrina's tent, aware that the storm was letting up. As he passed tent after tent he wondered if Angela was around. The fickle witch had yet to be seen at the new campsite yet her tent was set already set up with usual assortment of strange plants and various fungi. He walked quickly to Angela's tent noting that the closer he got to it, the fewer tents there were. He could understand why: the last tent to be right next to Angela's ended up dissolved into a pool of acid from a small misshap with a potion. Strangley enough, the herbalist's own tent had remained completley untouched.

Eragon knocked and at Angela's word, entered the hazy tent. Angela stood with her back to him, stirring something acid-green in a large black cauldron. Eragon put his arms around her waist. " What're you making?" he asked, kissing her cheek. She turned slightly and lifted her spoon. " Dinner. Want some?" Eragon sniffed the bubbling liquid and grimaced. " I think I'll pass for now." he said,stepping back a little. She shrugged and put the lid on her cauldron.

Angela looped her arms around Eragon's neck and pulled im in for a kiss. Eragon happily obliged and pulled Angela down onto the foor. They continued in this manner for sometime before Eragon finally left.

When Eragon finally arrived at his tent, Arya was lying on his bed, wearing a thin silk slip. Eragon grinned. Elves, for all thier reserved quietness, were real animals.

And so the end of chapter one! Eragon's quite the player isn't he? We'll just have to wait and see what comes of this. I might continue this or I might leave it as a one shot. Who knows? Surely not me. I guess if anyone wants me to continue, then they should speak up and say so...