Champion

Chapter 14

It was true; she had actually found the Champion. Every night since her god's nocturnal visit, she had dreamed of finding Eros' Champion. Each dream was different, but in all of them she found him wandering the lands and escorted him to Eros, whom granted her different boons in appreciation each time. Waking this morning she first thought yesterday had just been another of her dreams, and definitely her worst one so far. But she was wrong. The Champion that she had dreamt of for days - David - was crouched over her, having just woken her from sleep. He was no longer wearing his strange helmet, and he had donned the unusual fur jacket in the night. The rest of his equipment sat in an orderly stack where he had placed it the night before. She saw her saddle and bags stacked next to it. Turning her head, she saw Meadowgrass sleeping nearby.

"Decided against the snooze bar, huh?" he inquired of her with a smirk.

Turning back to him questioningly she ask, "What is a snooze bar?"

Snorting, he gave a barely perceptible shake of his head, "Something from my world, don't worry about it."

Accepting his words she tried to wriggle her way out of the bag; but between her robes and the soft thickness of the spacious bag her movements soon had her hopelessly tangled instead. She turned to David with a plaintive look. He gave a soft chuckle and offered to help.

"Hold still. Let me unzip the bag and you'll be able to get out easily."

Reaching over to her, he unsnapped and unzipped the bag.

"There you go."

Her body suddenly free of the tangle, she slid herself from the bag and stood. It was much colder outside of its warm embrace. Reaching back to the mess, she extracted the cloak that she had used as a pillow during the night, and wrapped it around herself.

"I will prepare us a quick meal, and we can be on our way," she stated. "Unless you would prefer to eat your own food this morning?"

Thinking about the two MREs he had in his rucksack, he shook his head. "If you can spare the food I will graciously accept it."

Laurena moved to her bags and prepared their breakfast, and David gathered up his sleeping bag while considering what he knew of their route. They were planning to travel west, and he had gotten a look at the terrain in that direction. He figured that they would be able to find a path back to the main trail, and be clear of the mountains by that evening. He had noticed a large river off to the south, and assumed the road would be near it. She had said it was a day and a half ride to Wolfsvale, but with him on foot it would probably take closer to three days now.

Returning his sleeping bag to his rucksack, he reviewed the gear he had in light of his current situation. He had spare batteries in a plastic bag for all of his electronic gear, but he was carrying a few things he definitely didn't need any more. He pulled out the papers and cell phones he had taken from the PSD, his GPS, and Mother's radio. They were all useless, because they were all things that probably didn't exist in this world. Turning to Laurena he asked her about it.

"Laurena, do you know what any of these are? Have you ever seen anything like them in your world?"

Surveying the electronic devices in his hands, she shook her head. "No Champion, those objects are foreign to me. Are they important?"

Shaking his head he explained, "No, they are actually pretty useless right now. They would be important on my world, but here they won't work. No satellites, no cell towers, no other radios to talk to."

Unfamiliar with the objects in his hands, and clueless about the other things of which he spoke, she just shrugged her shoulders. "If they are of no use, why do you keep them? Are they trophies?"

"No. I just haven't had the chance to get rid of them yet. I'm going to do that now."

Reaching back to his rucksack, he opened a pouch on the side and removed his E-Tool (Entrenching Tool, small folding shovel). Then he tossed the cell phones and GPS into a cargo pocket, tucked the radio into his back trouser pocket, and carried the E-Tool with him out of the cave. Looking around, he found a patch of grass and dirt amongst the rocks to his right, and figured that should work for what he needed.

He unfolded his E-Tool and began to dig in the ground he had chosen. It was still somewhat rocky, but he was able to dig out a foot deep hole in a few minutes. Pulling out the cell phones, he opened their backs and removed the batteries and sim cards, tossing the pieces in the hole. Next he tossed in the GPS, without batteries it would be a mystery to anyone that might dig it up. Lastly he pulled the radio out, and removed the antenna and battery from it. He didn't really want to bury it, but 'ounces equal pounds, and pounds equal pain' is a lesson he learned quickly in the light infantry world of the 101st Airborne. When you had to carry everything you needed for four days of fighting on your back, you started to learn that a little bit of extra weight meant a whole butt load of pain by the end of the day. With a resigned shake of his head he tossed the radio parts in with the rest, and filled the hole back in.

Walking back to the cave, he folded up his E-Tool and returned it to its pouch. Turning back, he met Laurena, who had finished preparing their food and was holding out his portion in a bowl. Taking it from her, he sat down on the cave floor and inspected his meal. It looked like creamy oatmeal, with small bits of off-white colored fruit in it. Taking a cautious bite, he confirmed his suspicion. It was some kind of oatmeal, with what tasted like dried apples in it. It was good. Eating their breakfasts in silence, David began mentally organizing the logistics of their trip; while Laurena continued plotting her seduction of Eros' Champion.

She knew she was irresistible. No man had ever hesitated to receive Eros' Blessing from her, and she knew many that came to services at the Great Temple solely because of her. Yet the man beside her had resisted her attempts to sway him the night before. She had decided that it was because he was oblivious to her subtlety, and she would need to be more overt in her temptations today. Thinking of all the methods of seduction she had learned, she began to consider and discard most as not direct enough for the oblivious man beside her. There were only a handful of things she knew that were obvious enough for her purposes, and she began to grow aroused thinking of implementing them. Turning to look at the target of her plotting, she realized she could begin now, before they even finished their meal.

"Champion, I just noticed your head is bandaged. Please allow me to inspect and heal the wound."

David jerked his head to look at her. He had been lost in thought, and apparently begun to nod off without realizing it.

"Huh? What did you say?"

Pointing at the bandage wrapped around his head, Laurena repeated herself, "The wound on your head, I will heal it for you."

"Oh, that's ok. It'll be fine," he said, not wanting to imagine what kind of weird crap her pre-medieval medicine thought was the proper treatment of a head wound. Probably leeches, it's always leeches, he thought with a shudder.

"Champion I assure you that it does not look fine; and while my healing magic is not as powerful as it should be, it is better than the nothing you seem to be using at the moment," she said with a smirk.

Looking at her he glanced down at her still bruised wrists, and then back up at her un-bruised, flawless face. He had forgotten about the magic. He really was tired. Also, while his previous migraine had lessened to a more manageable pounding headache, the pain still challenged his ability to organize his thoughts. Curious to see what magic was like firsthand, he nodded his acquiescence.

"Okay. After breakfast is finished you can do your thing to my head."

Smiling at her victory, Laurena returned to her meal. It was only a few short minutes until they were both done eating. Once he was finished she took both of their bowls and cleansed them with her magic. Returning the dinnerware and utensils to her bags, she returned and knelt before his seated form.

"Let's see what you have here," she said, gently pulling his head to her chest to inspect it. She knew it was not necessary to do such an up close inspection of his wounds to heal them. She also knew it was not standard practice to treat head wound patients by thrusting their faces in her cleavage. She didn't bother to mention either of these deviations from normal care to David. At least unwinding the bandage from around his head was easier due to his proximity.

"How did this happen?" she asked him after she had removed the wrappings and began inspecting the wound. It looked bad, and had not been cleaned before being wrapped, but it was a superficial wound. Whatever had struck him had barely scraped off the top few layers of skin.

"Mmomph imm ma hemeph," was his response from between her breasts.

Giggling she pulled his face from her cleavage. "Sorry, what was that?"

"I said I got shot in the helmet," David replied. God she had amazing t**s! He had no idea what her medical expertise was, but her bedside manner was awesome!

"I see. Then you truly are lucky the arrow didn't pierce your skull. I need to get a closer look at the back," she said, moving closer and straddling his waist; returning her attentions to the wound and his face to her chest.

"Mummeph."

"Hmm?" she inquired, adjusting his face back just enough to speak.

"Bullet. Not an arrow. And yes I am very lucky," came his muffled but now intelligible words. Really, really lucky, he thought to himself as he carefully wrapped his arms around her waist. She smells wonderful! And her body is f*****g amazing! Please God, let this take a while.

Her breath quickening from the vibrations his words had sent through the valley of her breasts, and the gentleness with which his arms encircled her waist. She could only nod in agreement. Lifting the hair that covered the back part of his wound, she not-so-subtly pressed his face firmly back between her luscious peaks. Taking her time now, for she wasn't done teasing him yet; she slowly eased the hair away from the length of the wound and inspected every part of it. It was within her ability to heal most of the damage. Her magic wasn't strong enough to re-grow the hair, but she could seal the wound and knit the skin back together.