The Requisite Records of a Misplaced Hero (The Misplaced Hero Book 1)

by Envy Mercury

  “Yes,” she said. “Bye!”

  Yumi had an amused face as I walked back towards her. “She will grow on you once she trusts you a bit more,” she told me.

  “Trust would be nice compared to trickery and lies,” I said.

  “I don’t really think the trickery goes away, but it at least is the more fun variety than the kind you dealt with earlier. Mew may not act like it, but you got a new fan today. She just isn’t good at showing her emotions. She covers her feelings by changing the subject or making jokes.”

  “Is that how her kind are or is it… just how she is?” I raised my eyebrow.

  “She didn’t… she didn’t really have anyone. We are her family now, but I think that is something that she will talk about if she wants to.”

  “I really didn’t mean to. I’m sorry if I brought up a sore subject. It isn’t really my business.”

  “It’s ok, get back into your stances,” she said. “You really aren’t how you were before, are you?”

  “That’s what I have been hearing. I have no clue. I don’t remember.” I figured at this point in time it was ok if I fessed up more about my memory.

  “Maybe you gave her more than just your powers. Maybe you gave your memories as well.”

  I ran my hand through my hair, “I wish I knew. I guess eventually I will find out, hopefully.”

  “You will. You are not what I expected.”

  “Sorry that I am not living up to the hype Lady Yumi.”

  “Yumi, you can call me Yumi. No, it isn’t about you living up to who you are. I see all your potential. Learning what I am teaching you is not an easy feat; you are actually doing better than the average person at your level.” She paused and then gave me a coy look. She was stunning, this one.

  Watching her move that dark hair from her green eyes, so they were unobstructed, I couldn’t think of a time in my world when a girl this attractive and powerful would even give me a second glance. I think she was flirting with me.

  “I meant more with how you are. I never met you in person all those years ago. You have a kindness to you. That wasn’t something you were known for. I also think that type of information about you wouldn’t have boosted your reputation. Good or bad, people are recognized from their reputations,” she said.

  “Do you know anything else about me that could be important?” I asked.

  She thought for a moment and then gave an answer I didn’t expect. “You were brought here by the royal family, in the kingdom, as a hero. That is a fact,” she said. “Why you broke off from them and did what you did, I do not wish to speculate and give you thoughts that are not true. I think that would only confuse you in the end if you have wrong information or cause issues, which we have enough of those at this moment.”

  “I was brought here as a hero by the Kingdom I turned against?” Any information on the subject of me being a hero felt like fundamental knowledge. It would answer a lot of questions about who I am, why I was here. What happened to me in those two years. Maybe the princess had my memories. Perhaps she did not. I had to get clues where I could, to fill in the blanks.

  “Yes, you were,” Yumi said. She raised her sword and pointed it at me. “Alright! Shall we see who you are with your sword?”

  I raised my sword and gave her a blissful expression. “Yes, as a wise person probably once said long ago. Let’s fight!” Our swords rang out into the air, well as much as fake ones with dull edges could. It was more a klacking sound like sticks roughly hitting together. With how I felt at that moment, what I knew of myself, and the enjoyment I had learning from Yumi. I was pretty happy.

  In this world, the opportunity it gave me, and these new friends. The potential friends I could meet later. The care and the love they offered me. The importance I felt. The adventures that I would embark on soon. Sure, these adventures would be dangerous. With all that, I felt alive. These dull wooden cheap practice swords that most wouldn’t give a second glance, they sure rang out like precious metal to me.

  For the first time in ten years or more- I was truly happy.

  Chapter Five

  I sat in the bath once again. It was luxury after the beat down I took from Yumi’s rigid discipline. This fabulous bath that was the perfect temperature, this bath that made my aches and pains feel so much better. I had a great time earlier, even if Yumi kicked the shit out of me. Towards the end of the day, I was keeping up with her enough to hold my own for a while. She had told me that if I kept my practice up, my skills could keep me alive when I was involved with typical clashes of battle. She said most sword users weren’t highly trained and more like grunt soldiers. She also had me train against bashing type weapons, clubs, maces and etc. Those types of encounters were more defended and handled with trickery and fast dodge movements than blocking. Can you imagine stopping a giant club or mace with a sword? Yeah, me either.

  I climbed out of the bath and air-dried off as droplets of water ran down my skin, dripping onto the floor below me. I walked over to the mirror and looked at myself. I looked like me, but I was in better shape. Office work doesn’t really keep you in the best of shape. You don’t really move around a lot. I mean, I tried to work out when I could, which in reality was never. I only worked for my addiction and keeping my dreams at bay. I was a depressed dude stuck in a job that I dreaded going to every day. Even with some people working there that I really enjoyed, it still sucked. I hated it.

  This body, though, toned. Not like Bruce Lee toned, but I was in decent shape that a female might be caught giving a second glance. I looked a bit younger too. Maybe like I lost 5 years. I didn’t know if that was more from my physique or from this world or something to do with time, space, or mana. I grabbed my clothes and got dressed. I embraced another pinch of the bog marrow.

  The guild building was a bit more in sorts by that point. You could still see some damage, but many things were fixed up. The front entryway was back, but you could even see some dark burns to the wood and structure. Using typical methods and magic, they could apparently get a lot done working together. The bar was still in shambles, more or less. I think they must have gotten the more important necessary items in order first. They even had some kegs, so I guess the bar wasn’t super important compared to what it served.

  It was pretty quiet, and everyone must have been resting after a very eventful day. There were a couple figures out front. They looked to be on guard. Not a bad idea after all the earlier chaos. Yumi had told Warren to go investigate more to see who had instigated the attack. He had taken a few people and set out to do that earlier that afternoon. That old man was very surprising, after seeing what he was like in that jail. I would have to ask him about his past more when we had a chance to talk, and it didn’t seem very intrusive to him.

  I opened the door to my room, and it was darker. There was a candle with a light flame flickering in the corner. Mecci was in bed sleeping, the blankets twisted around her body. Great, she was a blanket hog. She was curled up in a fetal position, her hand up by her face. She made little dainty snore and breath sounds. I was caught up in a moment as I just stared at her as I got undressed. Another beautiful female in my life. She was like an angel, but you know, a demon. She really wasn’t what I would expect a demon to be, though. Very sweet, the most loyal person I had ever met. Even if she was different, I called her a person. That’s what all of the inhabitants were to me. Though they had some differences from me, they looked reasonably human. After a while, you adjusted and just didn’t notice as much anymore. Kind of like a freckle or a tattoo on your skin, after a while, you get used to it, accept it, and don’t notice until someone points it out.

  As I undressed, my mind wandered about what events would be introduced in my future. How soon would we embark on our missions? I would think it was going to be happening shortly. What would my role be like? I was sometimes put into leadership roles in the past, but that was more of a work setting.

  Even then, I was a number in the office. A nobody,
even if I did an excellent job, I still wasn’t really noticed. They don’t care. Then over time, you do a little less and less. Maybe you do enough to stay afloat, but you don’t try too hard. I shook my head and looked out the window, not a great view. I mean, it was a shitty part of town. I couldn’t expect too much. A shitty part in the city I apparently tried to fix a long time ago. This made me think about the idea that I was brought here as a hero for the Kingdom. Summoned by the king or whoever. Then there was the mysterious princess. There must have been something about her if I did, in fact, give her my powers. “Princess Valentine,” I said to myself as I looked out the window.

  “Look at my Master, he has his beautiful servant in his bed, and here he is talking about other women in front of her, oh the chivalry,” Mecci said to me from the bed. “Why don’t you come to bed,” she purred.

  “Sorry, I guess I was talking to myself. I was just thinking about everything, you know?”

  “Someone wise once told me, we can worry about things, but it doesn’t really help.”

  “That is true,” I chuckled. “Very wise.” She sat up in bed more, and then I noticed she was naked. She held the blanket to her chest, but she bearly covered her breasts.

  “My Master also told me, those are things future us have to worry about,” she said. That was something I said all the time. I said it all the time since I was younger, and I said it at work a lot with deadlines. Funny, I would state that phrase in this world for advice, and she would think it sagely. I’m sure she would think everything I said would be a monumental idea or thought. “Now, come here, Master,” she said as she patted the bed.

  I walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it. “Mecci?” I whispered. It was bearly audible, but she heard me.

  “Yes, my Master?”

  “Can I do this?”

  “Do what, Master?” She whispered as I felt her behind me. Her face very close to mine now. Her words murmured so near my ear. I felt her substantial portion of breasts press into my back. Touching them, those breasts were very generous. Being pressed against me, they spread sideways across my body. They were very distracting, mostly when I felt her nipples harden against my back. They were so warm.

  “Do this,” I said as I waved my arm in a small wave at everything. “Fix everything, be who I am supposed to be.”

  “Hmm,” she whispered as she got even closer to me and hugged her arms around me. She took a deeper breath and purred. “I think, if anyone could accomplish that, it will be you. You did before. You can again. My master is the kindest, the strongest, and the very best.” She ran her hands over my chest and slowly started to slide her right hand down my sternum and aggressively down my stomach. “You made me, you know.”

  “Thanks,” I said.

  “I belong to you Master, I will serve and love you until the end.” She slid her hand inside my underwear and lightly grabbed hold of me, guiding her fingers up and down my personal bits. I let out a light moan. It had been a while since I had been touched, and she felt like an expert. “Now lay down, master,” she said as she moved to my right side and pushed me gently to my back on the bed. “I think you just need to relax a little bit more; you’ve been working soooo hard.” She said the last part with a bit of lust in her voice.

  She kept her hand on my shaft, stroking while she stole my underwear from me like an expert and tossed them on the floor. She leaned down towards my face and kissed me, lightly teasing my lips and tongue. She tasted like a sweet ripe strawberry. It was faint, but it was there. It was delicious, I wanted more. I reached up, lightly squeezing her breast, which lifted her mouth away from me. It created the opening I needed. I let her oversized areola invade into my mouth. The nipple tasted sweet as well. If I thought her nipples were hard before, they were in an even firmer state now. I tasted and teased it with my tongue.

  Mmmmph!

  She started to make tiny but adorable squeaks of pleasure. All the stimulation I was receiving was too much for me. She began to stroke me even harder, lightly running her thumb over the apex of my swollen head, slicking the throbbing tip with my slickness that leaked out. I let out another deep groan.

  “God, Mecci…” I gasped.

  “You are my God, Master,” She said before leaning away from me and bending down to take my tip into her mouth. She twirled her tongue on the tip while taking small sucks off of it. “Master, you taste soooo good…” I ran my fingers up her thigh to her dripping pussy. It was so wet for me. I ran my fingertips across her swollen lips, which in turn produced more noises from her as she began to take me deep into her mouth. Sliding my fingers inside her made them even louder. “Ahhh- Master,” she moaned around my cock.

  After a few minutes of this heaven, I spanked her on the ass and turned her around, sliding her over to straddle me. “Mecci, get on me.”

  “Master,” she said in a pleading tone. “I very much would like you inside me.” She grabbed me and began rubbing my tip along her crevice, rocking her hips. She slowly worked me inside her. Finally, I eased into her as she guided me deep inside. She was very tight, gripping me like a vice. She let out a moan that I matched as she lowered all the way to my base. I matched that moan as she began thrusting me in and out of her with slow, perfected strokes of pleasure.

  “You are so beautiful, Mecci,” I said as I looked her over. She was impossibly gorgeous, flawless, and perfect in every way. I made her, and she belonged to me.

  She went faster, with more urgency. I could tell she was close. She was squeaking little noises, and with how her tightness fluttered around my throbbing shaft. She let out a big moan, “Ohhhh fuck!” Her hand squeezed on my arm, and she arched her back. “I’m com- coming Master!” She screamed as she released all over me, the wetness running down me as it escaped out of her.

  “Fuck,” I grunted, as it was too much for me. My hips pushed against her as I reached up and pulled her hair in a fierce yank. My cock spasming as I filled her with my seed. Pushing myself as deep as I could go inside her. Filling her over and over.

  She pulled me out and slid down my body. I twitched as she used her mouth to clean me up. “Thank you, Master,” she said as she looked up at me coyly while she did her work. It was the best sex I had ever had, no competition.

  “No, thank you. That was great. Just really- it was amazing.”

  “You are welcome, my Master,” she purred as she climbed back into the bed. I laid there, catching my breath, thinking about what just happened.

  “Is this ok,” I said to her.

  “Sex?”

  “Yes.”

  “Of course, it is.”

  “It isn’t against your will, or anything, is it? I mean, I made you,” I said as I looked at her cuddling up against my side.

  “You created me, but I do what I wish. I am my own being.”

  “Good.”

  She shifted up towards my face from her head lying on my chest and whispered, “You know you can have the others too.”

  “The others?”

  “All the women,” she spoke with a giggle. “I can tell they want you, and you should take them. They have the desire for it.”

  “By how they act around me?” I asked.

  “Mmmm, no. Being a succubus, I can feel it. I mean, it’s what I do, you know. I sense it within them.”

  These thoughts filled my head as I began to be taken over with slumber. I did feel a lot more relaxed. Damn, I felt better.

  ◆◆◆

  After dressing and making sure things were in order, I went downstairs from my room. Mecci was already gone somewhere, but I knew she could handle herself. I mean, she was more formidable than I was. I saw Yumi leaning up against the bar, enjoying a drink of something. It didn't really look like an average beer. She seemed to be in pretty good spirits, the way she was drinking, and her attitude. She was taking a sip when she noticed me and waved me over.

  “Reznerrrrr! Good to see you are in the land of the awake and living!” She said to me with a bit of a b
lissful expression. “Why not come have a drink before we get started.”

  “Yumi, you know what?”

  “Hmm?” She hummed as she took another sip.

  “That sounds good, but um… what is this drink called? I’ve enjoyed some drinks here a few times, but that one has a bit of a different color.”

  She looked down at her drink and replied with a smile, “It is Bon-ey.”

  “Bon-ey?”

  “Yes, Bon-ey.”

  “What is Bon-ey?”

  Yumi’s face brightened up, and her eyes twinkled at me as she smiled. “It is made with the honey from the Big Beast Bees,” she said as she nodded. “It is terrific and also very strong.”

  “That name is straight to the point for sure,” I said.

  “Bon-ey?”

  “No, the big beasty bee, bee type things.”

  She waved her hand lightly. “Oh, they are called another name, but I prefer that one. It is easier to say, plus it is cute.”

  “Cute, eh?”

  “Yes,” she said, scrunching her brows. She seemed to blush a little bit. She looked over her shoulder, and little Mew was handling drinks at the bar that wasn’t quite a total wreck anymore. “Mew! Please get Renzer a Bon-ey!”

  “Right up, Lady Yumi!” Mew replied as she expertly snagged a glass, flipped it around to settle under the flowing booze. Naturally, she didn’t spill a drop, even if she had to stretch to reach the taps. Mew slowed the draining tap's flow and straightened the angle of the glass, so it had a perfect head to it. She brought it over to me and lifted it up to hand it over. I took the mug, and a little of the head spilled off over the edge running down my fingers. “Don’t waste it!” Mew snapped at me. She made a pouting expression where her face scrunched up. She stood looking up at me, her body stiff. “Well, aren’t you going to try it?”

  “Of course,” I said. I lowered my nose towards the beer's head, and it had a lovely floral smell to it. There was a lovely aroma that filled my senses. It was probably one of the better smelling drinks I had encountered. Trust me, when you worked in an office, you drink a lot to kill the pain. I slowly took a sip, tasting it, and Mew’s eyes widened as she watched my reaction. “Wow, this is really good. Very good!”