A wake up call

In your **** state you found yourself laid naked on a bed of flowers and grass, amidst a sunbaked field with trees flanking on all sides. A blue sky casted overhead, you touch yourself, your feminine body reacting in bursts of spasms as you touched your sensitive areas. Amidst your blissful experience, you hear footsteps in the wind, heavy metal boots thud on soft soil as you eye a large male knight approach you taking off his armor and undergarments as he approached.

As the naked man drew over you, you begin to start pushing yourself backwards, attempting to avoid the man. "I am not gay!" you exclaimed as the man straddled you without a word. You felt your body tense up and freeze, your mind screeched to run but your flesh desired to stay. The man grabbed you by your thighs and lifted you up, giving him an angle to which he placed his lips on your soft pussy, licking and sucking as you began to moan.

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"Ughhh.." you found yourself awake in the real world, your body rested on a nice makeshift bed, surrounded by tent walls with clutters of swords, crossbows and shields. You felt yourself up with your hands, realizing that you were no longer naked, instead you wore a white sleeveless robe that extended its reach to your thighs, revealing your smooth long legs while covering your modesty.

You stretched your limbs and sat up, as you listened in to the sounds of women talking outside the tent. A petite figure made her way into your tent, entering from the entrance slit as sunlight poured in as she caught your attention. You turned to face her, pulling your hair aside as you shrugged and covered your breasts in instinct, despite your cloth.

"I'm so-sorry, my fair lady.." the woman says as she stepped out of the darkness and you recognized that it was the same woman from earlier who found you. You clenched your lips together and relaxed yourself, sitting yourself upright as you turned to face her.

"Uh.." you fumbled to find the words, as you were never one to be confident speaking to ladies. "Where am I?"

The woman kneels before you and gently caressed your arms as she fiddled around, her eyes fixated on your body. her hands then explored further, as they felt the curves of your breasts down to your tummy, and then on your legs.

"Excuse me?" you tried to softly interrupt her awkward silent inspection.

"Y-Yes... Yes?" she shook her head visibly snapping out of her trance. "I am so sorry!"

"Where am I?" you asked again as you placed a palm on your head as you had felt a little giddy and disoriented.

"You are in our camp.." the lady replied with a smile and a delicate nod.

"Wh-Who's camp?" you probed further as you scanned around for clues. Emblems, sigils, not that you would have identified anything since you barely knew this realm anyway.

"I am sorry. Are you of the Third Brigade?" the woman asked politely as she stood up and placed her hands together behind her back.

"The what now?" you asked, confused.

"The-" the woman nodded. "Wait... How did you acquire that armor?" she asked as she pointed to the breastplate, her eyes now carefully zoned on yours, suspicion brewed.

"I woke up naked in a cave and it was the only piece of clothing I found..." you recalled as you felt discomfort with her suspicion.

The woman then ran out of the tent without a peep, leaving you alone and confused. A few minutes had passed and she has rushed back in with hurried footsteps, as a fellow woman in similar armor but a different colored accenting on the plates joined the tent. This new woman was taller and more imposing, a fitter woman with auburn braided hair and big breasts. The woman adopted an aggressive stance, hunched forward as she raised a huge broadsword with both hands and drew it against you.

As you looked up and revealed more of your face to the woman under the light, she visibly recoils a little and gasped as she relaxed herself and lowered her weapon. "Such beauty..." she whispered audibly under her breath. The woman then snapped out of her daze, as she drew the weapon once more.

"You!" she commanded in a loud, boastful voice. "What business have you possessing an armor of the Valkyrie Order?"

You looked up at her sheepishly, biting your tongue nervously as you hugged yourself to present yourself as a lesser threat. "I... I... I don't know..." you said, your delicate and demure feminine voice causing the woman to back down again and lower her sword. She looked at you with a different expression, and clenched her teeth. "Tell me everything..." she said, this time with less spite in her voice.

You nodded and told her of your awakening, about how the bandit men **** you and how you found the armor, leaving out the facts about your life in your original world and the mysterious sword you wielded that killed two of them. The woman, upon hearing your speech, then placed her sword on her back and rubbed her hands together as she stood straight and placed her hands on her hips. "Look here, lady." she said with a stern tone. "I am Tyria, commander of the First Valkyrie Battalion."

You gave her the respect by the keeping your mouth shut and nodding as she spoke. Tyria continued. "I don't know who you are... Or what you are... Or who you work for... You are now in my camp thanks to a mistake and I cannot keep you around if you are an unknown." she then folded her arms as she strafed around the camp as she spoke. "You are insanely beautiful, never have I ever come across such beauty in the entire vast lands of this forsaken world.." she said. "But there is not much I can do for you, although I will give you some food and water and then you will be on your way."

The petite brunette woman stammered and took a step forward, as she looked at the commander stricken with a worried face. "B-But Commander!" she uttered as she placed her hands together in front as a plead. "She's so pretty, she won't last a day out there!"

The commander turned back to glance at you, as you pouted and tried your best to give her puppy eyes. She then turned back to the other girl and pointed a finger at you. "Look at her!" she sternly said. "She isn't even from around here! She doesn't look like us, she could be a spy sent here from the men East!"

"But ma'am!" the woman pleaded again. "The fuckening will be upon us soon, and she has nay a week to find refuge!"

"The what?" you ask, confused and almost about to break out into laughter.

"The fuckening, lady!" Tyria bellowed. "Have you been living under a rock?!"

"I'm afraid so." you speak as you made yourself comfortable. "I woke up in a cave with no memory of this world."

The commander scoffed and turned to face the brunette, as she looked down and placed her fingers on her chin, as if deep in thoughts. "You do realize that this lady here is a danger to us all?" she said sternly.

The brunette nodded sheepishly.

"Even if she is not a spy sent by the men to locate us and fucken us all, she might end up tempting the women in our camp to dark thoughts with that beautiful face and irresistible body of hers!" You felt a sense of pride hearing that, as if your entire life you had never received such compliments on your looks. This was a true blessing.

The brunette opened her mouth to speak, only to close it again as she threw herself back in thoughts.

"I am no threat, commander." you said with a firm voice. "I am merely a traveler who wants to find my way home."

The woman drew her broadsword in a quick swipe, as she pointed its business end at your face, merely inches away. "And just moments ago you said that you had forgotten everything!" she said as you gulped in fear. A cold sweat broke down your face as your mind raced to find a course of survival.

You stared the woman down, eyes locked on hers as she began to gradually shift her gaze downwards, at your breasts. The woman then placed her sword back and exhaled. "You're too good looking to kill, consider it your luck. Autumn!" she shouted as she gestured the brunette over.

The brunette then bowed in acknowledgement.

"You can keep her around, but I want Freyja and Winter outside her tent at all times! And if she tries anything funny, they have my permission to cut her down." the commander scoffed and walked out of the camp.

You breathed a sigh of relief.