Momentary Distraction

Rosalind’s body stood triumphantly above the defeated foes, but as the rush of victory ebbed away, Earnest’s mind felt a dull exhaustion slowly flow in. Rosalind’s body had just been through a strenuous fight, not to mention a hard hit to the head. The damage and exhaustion was catching up. The results were there though, as the bodies of Earnest, Thomlin, and Barnabas, were all tied up and ****. Before doing anymore, a proper rest was in order.

“Good work everyone, let’s rest before we continue.”

Alesia and Coltia agreed to the proposal and found places to sit. Earnest found a particularly nice looking spot under a tree and sat Rosalind’s body down with her back against the trunk. He stretched her limbs out, feeling the soreness and tiredness of her body. He fully relaxed his mind and let Rosalind’s body get comfortable, enjoying the shade and a gentle breeze.

It didn’t take long for Earnest to take notice of some sensations coming from Rosalind’s body. He felt a restlessness within her, a heat burning within. It emanated not only from her chest, but also from between her legs. Earnest repositioned Rosalind’s arms, letting them hang by her side, crossing them, uncrossing them, putting them in her lap. He changed her sitting position, pulling her legs in and sitting with them crossed, then repositioned to lay on her side, then on her back. No matter what he did, the restlessness never subsided. He came to the realization that the cause of the restlessness was her body’s arousal, an incredibly strong arousal.

He kept moving into different positions, and in doing so, Rosalind’s forearm brushed against the breasts that Earnest’s mind was unaccustomed to having. It was only a light contact, but her oversensitive nipple sent an explosion of stimulation into her body, feeding the growing heat inside her. The sudden and accidental pleasure **** a gasp to escape Rosalind’s lips, but Earnest quickly shut her mouth to prevent any further sound. He quickly looked at his companions, thankfully finding that neither of them were paying attention. They seemed to be relaxing in their own ways, unaware of the internal struggle within their comrade.

An intrusive thought entered Earnest’s mind. Alesia and Coltia weren’t watching, maybe they wouldn’t notice a few subtle movements, right? While Earnest usually aired towards caution, he couldn’t deny his curiosity, nor Rosalind’s body’s needs. He sat under the tree with Rosalind’s arms crossed and her legs straight in front of her. On the top half of her body, her crossed arms in front of her chest made slight, subtle movements, rubbing her overly sensitive nipples against the cloth that contained them. Down below, her thighs pressed together tightly and slowly rubbed against each other.

These actions failed to extinguish the arousal, in fact they only fanned the flames. Earnest could feel Rosalind’s abdomen burn with need, begging for proper attention as he noticed that her undergarments were going from moist to wet to soaked. Earnest’s mind was strong, but it was in a body that was absolutely swimming in both hormones and signals that compelled it to satisfy itself.

Earnest uncrossed Rosalind’s arms, letting one fall to her side and the other rest in her lap. He could feel some sort of attracting **** between the hand on her lap and the space between her legs. He hesitated for a moment, but at this point there was no longer a choice, it was certain. Earnest’s mind loosened its grip, as Rosalind’s hand subtly started moving downwards.

Out of the corner of Rosalind’s eye, some movement caught Earnest’s attention. He looked up to see his original body, Thomlin, and Barnabas bolting away in different directions. Earnest got Rosalind on her feet in only a moment, yelling at his comrades to chase down Barnabas and Thomlin, he would go after his own body. Earnest watched as Ricard sprinted out of the clearing, entering the forest. Earnest quickly followed in pursuit, pushing Rosalind’s legs for all the speed they could offer, entering the untamed wilderness with eyes planted on his original body’s back. But no matter how hard Earnest pushed, the gap between them stubbornly refused to shrink. Ricard was constantly dodging behind brush, changing directions in an attempt to shake his pursuer. And to Earnest’s dismay, it was working. With every little stumble on uneven ground, every misstep, Earnest felt a horrible feeling well up as Ricard got farther and farther, until he lost sight of him.

Earnest’s ****, disorganized sprint slowed down, as he looked around for any sign of the escaped criminal. He gasped for air as Rosalind’s lungs burned and her legs felt like jelly. He kept stumbling forwards in a random direction, hoping to somehow catch sight of Ricard again, but with a final stumble, he was brought to one knee. He tried with every ounce of will to push off of the ground, but Rosalind’s legs simply couldn’t.

Earnest slumped down, panting. The feeling of despair that had been growing during the chase fully bloomed, as the unfortunate reality sunk in. Ricard had escaped in Earnest’s body, he had gotten away. Anger, embarrassment, and shame rushed in just behind the despair. How could this have happened? How did those three get out of their bindings? Somebody should have been watching them! … I should have been watching them… But instead, I was distracted by Rosalind’s body. I’m just as bad as the misfits! If only I wasn’t so careless, this would have never happened!

Earnest stayed on the forest floor for a while, letting Rosalind’s body catch its breath, before eventually getting back up. He slowly made his way back to the clearing, following the trail of broken branches and trampled undergrowth that the chase had left in its wake. Along the way, Earnest was able to think more calmly. Ricard had taken Earnest’s original body, but he didn’t manage to bring any supplies with him. Ricard would have to stop somewhere nearby, and with no money, he wouldn’t be able to purchase transport and get too far too soon. With the knights and church members arriving soon, they could expand the search significantly. Ricard wasn’t gone yet. This wasn’t over just yet.

Back in the clearing, Coltia and Alesia stood with Thomlin and Barnabas tied at their feet. Coltia and Alesia could see Earnest returning alone, and understood that it meant a failed chase. Alesia made an effort to comfort Earnest.

“Don’t worry, he can’t have gotten that far. We’ll track down Ricard and your body in no time! There’s no way he escapes all of us, including the help you called. Think of it positively, you get to spend some time as the opposite sex! I know if I was given the chance with a dick, I’d… uh… nevermind. But yeah, don’t worry too much okay?”

Earnest thanked Alesia for the mix of encouraging words, hoping with all his heart that she was right about tracking down Ricard. Also the last thing she said… Alesia was right that worrying wouldn’t do any good. There were still things that needed to be done. Thomlin and Barnabas ought to be moved to a more secure location first of all. This time, Earnest made sure to double check their bindings, keeping a close eye on them to ensure there was no chance of escape. The whole time, Thomlin didn’t make a single sound and barely showed any emotion, while Barnabas was audibly weeping and lamenting his situation.

Earnest, Alesia, and Coltia led the two remaining misfits back down the forest path, back into town until they reached old knight Arthur’s house. He had a shed with a lock behind his house, one that would work well enough as a temporary jail. By the time the captured misfits were locked up, Rosalind’s body had recovered somewhat, and Earnest felt strong enough to lift Ricard’s original body back to town. He assumed that it would be on the bed in the misfits’ secret base, and started walking back.

On the way, Earnest considered the distinct possibility that he might have to use Ricard’s body for himself. It would need to be alive for Ricard to return to it, which meant that someone had to make it eat and drink. Not only that, it might be the best course of action to store Earnest’s mind in Ricards body so that Rosalind’s original mind could start to recover. The black mind slime would only work if Earnest’s mind was removed first. But to be trapped in the body of Ricard, the body of such a hated enemy? Earnest debated whether he was willing to do such a thing as he arrived at the secret base. However, when he entered the shoddy wooden construction, the debate suddenly ended.

Ricard’s body laid on top of the makeshift bed, right where Earnest had expected, but there was something very wrong. Earnest rushed over to see the handle of a knife sticking out of the body’s chest, dark blood stains trailing down his shirt. The paleness of his skin, the blueness of his lips, the complete stillness of his chest… there was no mistaking it, he was dead.

…That bastard. That damn disgusting bastard! He made sure that he wasn’t going to be put back into his own body! What kind of insanity could push him that far? Did he just not care about his own body? Damn, this complicated the situation. Earnest would be stuck in Rosalind’s body until his original body was found. Then there would be the problem of what to do with Ricard’s mind.

Earnest left the base and returned to town, informing Coltia and Alesia of what he found. The three of them discussed possible courses of action. Earnest could stay in control of Rosalind’s body for now, while Ricard was on the run, but it wasn’t a permanent solution. If Ricard was captured, then the options were quite good, but if he managed to get away… then there would be real problems.