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Chapter 11: You've Forgotten

Arme leaned against the wooden wall. She was the first to get into the tree house as she is followed by Lass. However, Jin, Ronan and Sieghart stayed outside. Jin insisted that he inspect the area while the two knights split up. Meanwhile, Arme rummaged into the bags, pulling out a large bag of frozen strips.

"You want some, Lass?" she asked the silent assassin as he craned his neck to glance at her.

"We don't have a frying pan for that."

The magician sighed. "I guess you're right. I bought enough for all of us."

"What else do we have in there?"

The mage rummaged again. "Chips, canned tuna and – ooh, instant noodles!" Arme let out a toothy grin as she looked at Lass. "I've got tons of them! C'mon, let's go find some water while I heat them."

"And who's going to watch over the tree house?" Lass scowled.

"Oh… right. I guess I'll go fetch some water." Arme stood up and walked past him. The assassin grabbed her arm.

"It's dangerous out there, Arme. Don't go in there!" he said sternly.

"C'mon, the guys are out there! If we all meet up, it will be fine." The mage said stubbornly. "You watch over the tree house and the food. I'll be right back." She swatted his hand away but Lass resisted. He tightened his grip on her arm that it caused Arme to wince.

"Lass, let go!"

"I said, don't go in there." Arme faltered when she heard the tone of his voice. It was cold and brittle. The moment she looked over her shoulder, his eyes were full of anger.

"Fine, I won't!" she gave in as she moved her arm which Lass kept captive. "Let go, Lass. You're hurting me."

The assassin's hair shadowed his eyes when he gritted his teeth. "Tch… you really are stubborn."

"H-Huh?"

With inhumane speed, he grabbed her and pinned her down, her back leaning against the wall. He glared at her while the petite magician stared back, her body suddenly trembling. He kept her arms captive to keep her from moving and he put a little weight on her to reduce the movement on her legs.

"Lass, what are you doing?!" Arme's child-like voice is enough to annoy him – no, drive him crazy. From the missions they've had together, Lass had observed her. She's immature and would provoke monsters with her childish teases. Of course, the Chase got used to her behavior but for Lass, it only drove him insane.

"I'm at my limit now…" he said coldly. Despite that, Arme was able to gain some composure.

"If you're planning to do something strange, I'm gonna tell Ronan – o-or Sieghart!" She trembled slightly when Lass traced his lips on her ear.

"Go on, tell them. Even if they see us like this, at least they'll know that you belong to me." Arme knew that. She and Lass have been going out for a year and until now. But seeing him like this is giving her the chills. She's not ready yet.

"Lass, I'm not ready for this," her voice softened. "I… I'm not prepared!"

"You don't have to be." the striker whispered as his voice relented. "This will only take a while."

"Lass, I – ah!" Arme's amethyst irises shrank and her face turned beet-red. Lass pulled her legs as she landed on his lap. To her horror, she felt his hardness rub against her crotch. She squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth. Lass, loving the expression written on her face, encircled his arms around her petite body and rested his face on her chest.

"You like this, aren't you?"

Lass, you idiot! "Cut it out! I haven't been changing my underwear yet!"

"And why are you worrying about that?"

Arme decided to avoid that question. "Lass, someone might hear us from here! That owl over there is watching us!"

The assassin smirked as he grinned. "I would love an audience~" He leaned his face closer until he reached her cleavage. He felt her smooth skin as he brushed his nose against her chest. The tube-like outfit she wore exposed her chest and her belly, which became questionable for him. He would often see Arme wearing something resembling a school uniform.

"Lass, stop…" the mage huffed. "This is getting awkward!"

Growing a bit frustrated, Lass gently put her down and pinned her on the floor. He placed his knee on the gap between her legs, leaned closer to her body and placed his hand on her jaw. Arme's face turned redder than before, seeing her boyfriend inching close to her.

"I'll just touch you," he whispered. "I want to see how you'll react." Then he smashed his mouth against hers. Arme squeezed her eyes shut as her whole body went numb. Her hands couldn't even move. Her back would arch every time Lass would hit a sensitive area. She mewled when she felt his tongue probing and forcing itself inside her mouth.

She opened her mouth a little and to her shock, he was fast! Lass entered into her mouth, listening to her cute cries as his erection grew excited. He lifted his head a little, exposing both of their tongues rubbing against one another. Sparing her bust, he targeted the area between her legs, hitting it with his knee.

"Lass!" Arme broke the kiss, leaving a trail of saliva in between. Tiny droplets of tears leaked her eyes. Her moans are heard. They became louder when Lass rubbed and pressed his knee against her area repeatedly.

"You're sensitive…" Lass commented on this when he stopped. "This will make it better." His knee is replaced by his hand. His fingers made their way to her cotton panties. Arme felt tendrils like jolts of electricity all over her. She couldn't move her legs, however. She suppressed screaming by keeping her mouth closed with a string of saliva seeping from her lips to her chin.

It's too much. Lass pondered while observing her red face. He gave her clit a soft pinch to increase the stimulation. He leaned towards her ear. "See? I told you it's only a touch."

"Stop…" Arme squeaked as she opened her eyes slightly. "I'm about to…pee…"

Lass smiled and got off her. The mage sat up and kept her legs close together. She kept her head lowered, hiding the blush written all over her face.

"What kind of foreplay is that?!" she yelled.

"It's to get you prepared." Lass said in a playful manner that a red cruciform appeared on Arme's head.

"Why you – "

"Hey, guys! I found something!" They heard Jin's voice from down below as the couple went towards the window. The red-haired fighter looked up to them as he waved his arms for attention.

"What is it?" Lass asked.

"Some clay pots and firewood. We'll cook our dinner there. Come on down!" Jin cried. Arme took the grocery bags with her and climbed down the ladder. Lass followed behind. Jin furrowed one brow when he noticed Arme scowling.

"Uhh.. hey, what's up?"

"Nothing." Arme replied with a pout as she stole a glance from Lass. On the other hand, the assassin seemed to be amused. Question marks popped above Jin's head, accentuating his confusion. He simply took the grocery bags from Arme and led the way, clueless from what's going on. Not minding it any longer, he led the pair to a grove where he found the clay pots and fire wood. They were scattered all over the earth as if someone had no choice but to leave them behind.

"We can cook the frozen fries that you bought in here!" he said in delight as he glanced at Arme.

"Wow…" was her reply. Then she went on. "Where are those two, anyway?"

"I have no idea." Jin shrugged and rummaged through the grocery bags. "Let's see… aha! The noodles, perfect! You took the instant ramen, huh?"

"It's the common food for survival, I guess." Arme shrugged. "What do you want to eat, Lass?"

"I do hope that you also went for the pastries." The assassin spoke as he received a nod from Arme. "Great. Let's get cooking."

She was my childhood friend. How come she still doesn't remember? Ryan pondered while grimacing. She was his first real friend. When he was a kid, he would play with the animals with the forest. Those adorable critters became his best friends. That's also how he met Rocco, his pet raccoon, and he adopted it as his buddy.

But this girl with golden hair. Beautiful golden locks. He is sure that he had met her. Lire only remembered when they both lost their parents during Kaze'aze's invasion and they've had an eye contact by the small pond just outside their houses. But in his memories, he had met her countless of times. They even played together. They met while he was playing with the animals and then she appeared, saying that she got lost.

You were right there. We talked a lot. He cherished those memories, looking forward to be with her in the future. He was hurt when he learned that Lire had forgotten almost everything. Then he remembered. He remembered that time… that day when everything had changed…

"Ryan…" He was glad that that girl was right here. With him. Thankful that they met in the Elven Forest… when he was severely battered… it was her who nursed him back to health. She appeared with two girls. It hurt him to hear that she doesn't recognize him.

Ryan thought he should think about that for some other time. Right now, he's with her. They're together now. He brushed his tongue against the archer's ear. While he's at it, his hands are exploring her body. He targeted her ear, knowing that it is one of the most sensitive areas that an Elf could have. He played with it with his mouth, nibbling and licking it.

Lire's chest heaved. Small droplets of tears leaked her eyes from the stimulation applied on her. Not only is his mouth playing with her ear, his hand is fondling on her breast while the other one cushioned her head.

His mouth left her ear and transferred itself on her lips. She squeezed her eyes shut as he kissed her senseless, making her face redder. She let his tongue enter her lips as saliva came seeping down her mouth.

Ryan shifted himself a bit when his knee made contact with the area between her legs. He departed her lips, leaving a trail of saliva bridging their mouths. He then noticed that Lire is gripping on the green straps that are wrapped around the black turtle-neck singlet that he wore, seeing it as a cue for him to take it off right away.

His mind is stuck with that memory. He couldn't get over it. He's been screaming in his mind that Lire should recover those lost memories. But what can he do? He can't just strike her on the head like what medical encyclopedias would recommend. And sadly, he can't force her. He has to wait for a long time before she breaks down.

I just want her to remember that I… While his mind is talking, he unfastened the green straps and took his black singlet off, letting her see his body. He pinned her back to the bed and undressed her. Ryan found himself staring at a pair of fleshy spheres. He didn't hesitate tasting them at all. All he could hear was Lire's mewls while he played with the little nubs, encircling his fingers around them and tweaking them.

That was then… they've lost their sense of time. Their minds went blank. Ryan touched every part of her body, feeling her creamy skin. He moved carefully… careful not to hit the wound on her knee. His face is leaning against her cleavage, kissing her chest before suckling on her breasts again.

Where is that… His hand crawled down her body, locating her thighs, caressing them before –

"Kyah!" Lire arched her back. Ryan found what he's been looking for.

He grimaced because he had forgotten to take off the offending piece of clothing that covered it. He simply removed it and pulled it down her legs, discarding it. He quickly pulled her damp panties down when he held her legs apart.

Lire gasped for some air with a half-lidded gaze.

What's he doing..? She tried to move yet his strong arms are keeping her from doing so. She touched her ear where it is soaking wet. Lire found herself blushing madly… basically from what he is doing to her. She asked for it in the first place. Ever since the encounter from that wicked man, she is running away with fear. Fear of getting connected to that man who looked at her maniacally at first glance. Fear of losing Ryan…

She broke down into soft moans when she felt his tongue once more brush against her fleshy folds.

"Ryan – ah!" she gasped once more. "D…Don't lick it like that!"

Nonsense. Ryan retorted in his mind. As far as he knew, it was meant to be licked. He kept her legs captivated while his tongue battled its way towards the entrance. Lire gripped on the sheets. The stimulation is becoming unbearable. The more he suckles on that area, her pelvic area gets double the stimulation. She felt something flowing… right on the area below her hips, a sign of the orgasm going off.

Ryan secretly undid his pants. He removed the layers of fabric that he wore around his waist before taking off the lower armor that covered his shaft. Her juices seeped down her skin with his tongue catching them. To his surprise, they burst out of her. He departed from her folds and watched as the juices came gushing out of the entrance. He stole a glance at Lire, whose hands are covering her face.

Nonono… what have I done? Lire shook her head in disbelief. She felt embarrassed from what she just did. Now his face is covered by that sticky substance. She couldn't bear to look. But then she peeked through the gaps between her fingers and saw Ryan advancing towards her.

"What are you scared for?" he removed her hands so he could look at her.

"Ryan, I…" Lire couldn't speak very well. Her whole body is trembling. In the back of her head, she wants him to do her more. But decided not to tell him for he'll get tired. When Ryan shifted himself for a bit, Lire stared wide-eyed.

It's… big. She could stare at it for hours. But Ryan got impatient. Grabbing her thighs, he pulled them towards him where the tip of his shaft made contact with her folds. He slowly shoved it all the way through, feeling her tightness keeping him from going through. She's too tight. This confirmed him that it's her first time.

So we're even.

"Is she going to be okay?" the young boy asked just as he entered inside his friend's haven. There he saw her lying unconscious on her bed with a large gash on her forehead. He stared wide-eyed… and in horror. She could have died with that one.

"…Of course," a green-haired woman assured him. "The wound wasn't that deep. And she's still breathing."

"Lire…" the boy frowned as he looked at her. The woman left her room shortly. The boy approached the unconscious girl and put his arm around her, leaning his face on her chest.

This is all my fault! He cried on her chest, deeply regretting from what happened. The moment she wakes up, she's going to hate him now. She almost died because of him. But he doesn't want that. He wants her to forgive him… even though how great the fall was. Because she's his friend.

He doesn't want to lose her.

"Lire, I'm so sorry…"

"Do you feel cold?" Ryan asked while he and Lire ate their dinner together despite the time.

It is already dark and it's quarter to midnight. A candlelit lamp gave light in the room.

Lire's scarf wasn't enough to keep her warm. She gave a silent nod. Ryan put his cloak around her body, making her face turn beet-red.

"Thanks…" she said when she frowned. "I guess we couldn't buy dinner together…"

"That doesn't matter anymore," the druid replied. "As long as we're together…"

His remark made her smile bashfully. When he's with her, she forgot everything. Teppei. Ladmir. The Elven Corps. I guess it's good to relax and forget everything… just once in a while.

"Ryan," she whispered. "…thank you."

Ryan stroked her golden locks and planted a kiss on her forehead. "…whenever you want."

UPDATE: 04.30.14

DON'T GET ME STARTED :3~