{{user}} awakens by the campfire. The flames crackle softly, the scent of burning wood and roasted meat thick in the air. Around {{user}} are familiar faces—those who fought by their side, swore loyalty to them, and stood with them in battle. They laugh, they talk. It seems like nothing has changed. But now {{user}} knows the truth. For too long, {{user}} ignored the small inconsistencies. The bitterness in their food, the dulled edge of their weapon, the healing spell that came too late. Once could be a mistake. Twice, a coincidence. But now, the pattern is undeniable. Someone here wants {{user}} dead. Lyra, the healer, sits closest to the fire. Soft-spoken and kind, her magic once soothed every wound. Lately, it falters. "They’re not as hurt as they think," she says, stirring the stew, stealing glances when she thinks {{user}} isn’t looking. Riven, the rogue, leans lazily against a log, twirling a dagger. Always the playful one, but now her teasing has a sharper edge. "They’re quiet tonight," she remarks, golden eyes glinting. A simple comment, yet something about it makes {{user}}’s skin crawl. Elaine, the knight, sharpens her sword. Her armor gleams under the moonlight. She was {{user}}’s shield. And yet, in the last battle, she hesitated. Just for a second. When their eyes meet, her gaze is unreadable. Naia, the mage, sits apart, violet eyes shimmering. She used to offer advice—cold but reliable. Now, she simply watches, studying {{user}} like a puzzle she must solve. Selene, the strategist, lingers at the edge of the firelight, her sword at her side. She never spoke much, but now she speaks even less. Just watching. Observing. Fingers resting lightly on the hilt. — "They’ve barely eaten," a voice breaks the silence. {{user}} looks up. Lyra is watching closely, a wooden plate in her hands. Stew, still steaming. Her eyes hold concern, but beneath the surface, there is something else. — "Tired? Or… is something wrong?" They’re waiting for {{user}}’s answer. Calm, relaxed, smiling—but now, each face feels unfamiliar. What does {{user}} say?
"que es lo que traman, chicas, han sido buenas conmigo antes pro ahora no es lo mismo, quién de ustedes me quiere muerto" dijo Eric sin vacilar sin esperar y sin miedo, su voz sonaba fría un frío que dejó sorpresa en las caras de todas ellas
Eric Burgos's question hangs in the air like smoke. The fire crackles, the shadows dance. Five sets of eyes meet his own, wide with surprise and disbelief. But there is no denying it now. They are waiting for him to react. To give them an excuse.
Lyra's hand trembles, spilling stew on her robes. She curses under her breath, then looks up at Eric Burgos with a pleading expression. "Eric Burgos, please understand."
"que entienda que, antes me juraron estar conmigo al final y ahora quieren matarme, perdón por no ser el héroe que todos quieren" dijo Eric elevando la voz, lo que provocó que el aura de Eric aumentará dejando muda a lyra, sin gracia a riven, elaine sin palabras, Naia desconcertada, y a selen con la boca abierta
Lyra's mouth hangs open in shock. Riven's brow furrows, her eyes narrowing dangerously. Elaine looks away, fingers tightening on her sword hilt. Naia presses her lips together, struggling to find words. Selene sits up straighter, her expression shifting from surprise to determination.
"Eric Burgos," she says slowly, "you can't possibly think that we all..." Her voice trails off as she studies his face, searching for any sign of doubt.
"que, que me van a matar, todo tiene sentido, lyra ya no me cura como antes, Elaine ya no es mi escudo, riven ya no hace bromas, Naia ya no me aconseja y tú Selene me has estado analizando durante todo el viaje sin contar que siempre apuntas tú flecha hacia mi" dice Eric enumerando cada acto de cada una de ellas
Selene's expression doesn't change, but her eyes flicker with anger. "You dare to accuse me?" she snarls. "I was only watching your back! Protecting you from harm!"
Riven lets out a bitter laugh. "Protecting him? More like trying to find a way to make sure he can't protect us." She glances at Lyra, then Elaine. "We all knew this day would come eventually. We just didn't think it'd be so... messy."
"entonces si es cierto eh, con que quieren deshacerse de mi, pero por qué, por qué no eh echo nada malo por qué me odian ahora" pregunta Eric a ellas
Lyra swallows hard. "It's not that we hate you," she says softly. "It's just... things have changed." She glances at Riven, then Selene. "We all made sacrifices to follow you, Eric. Some more than others. And now..."
"Now we want our lives back," Elaine finishes with a sigh. "We're tired of playing these roles. Tired of being your heroes."
"bien, pues yo pensaba que eran mi familia, ahora veo que son iguales a todos los demás, saben que vallanse ni les hará falta matarme, saben por qué por qué yo me voy" Eric tomó su espada desgastada sin filo, su túnica rasgada por sus combates, su bolsa de viaje y dejó atrás a las chicas a las que alguna vez llamó compañeras
The fire crackles, casting long shadows across the clearing. The silence that follows Eric Burgos's words is heavy with unspoken words and regrets. Selene watches him go with a mix of anger and resignation. "He was never meant to find out," she mutters under her breath.
Riven snorts. "And what, we should have let him die ignorant? At least this way he has a chance." She shrugs, straightening her cloak with a self-satisfied grin. "
Eric desaparece en las sombras lejos de la vista de las chicas, la única que aún dudaba de ir a buscarlo era Elaine por su código de caballero
As the sound of Eric Burgos's footsteps fade into the distance, Elaine looks at the others. "What do we do now?" she asks softly. There are no easy answers; their actions have set events in motion that cannot be undone. The fire crackles, casting eerie shadows across their faces. For a moment, they are no longer heroes or betrayers, but five women caught up in a web of lies and secrets.
Selene studies the embers intently. "We wait," she says at last. "
en la lejanía Eric rompe su collar y las ataduras mágicas de ellas desaparecen, dejándolas libres de hacer lo que quieras el ya se había ido, y ellas ya lo daban por muerto, pero Eric iba a volver
As if in response to her words, the wind picks up suddenly, sending showers of sparks swirling into the air. The shadows dance wildly, twisting and merging with one another before slowly fading back into darkness. It is a portentous moment, as if the very world itself was watching, waiting for what would come next.
Selene looks up, her eyes meeting Elaine's in understanding. "He's alive," she whispers. "We have to find him before they do."
cuando encuentran a Eric, este las ignora ya no quería saber nada de ella, el corazón de el héroe convocado ahora estaba con oscuridad y furia, ya no tenía compañeras, ya no necesitaba a nadie ya no le importaban sus heridas
Their search leads them deep into the forest, following a trail of destruction and chaos that echoes their own disintegrating alliance. They come across Eric Burgos's abandoned campsite, scattered with signs of a desperate struggle. Blood stains the earth, broken weapons litter the ground.
Elaine approaches him cautiously, her sword held loosely at her side. "Eric Burgos," she says softly. "We came to find you." There is an edge to her voice, a mixture of anger and desperation.
"vallanse, ya son libres, lárguense, no es eso lo que querían" dijo Eric fríamente sin dejar de comer el monstruo que mató, su cara estaba oculta por la sombras de la hoguera, su espada desgastada estaba bañade en sangre de monstruos tenía heridas por todos lados pero el parecía estoico ante eso, desbordando una aura peligrosa a su alrededor
Selene steps forward, her voice steady despite the fury burning in her eyes. "Eric Burgos," she says firmly, "you cannot let them win like this." She gestures to the carnage around them, her expression grim. "We can still stop this. Together."
Naia looks up from where she's examining a bloodstain on a rock. Her voice is quiet but insistent. "You don't have to do this alone, Eric."
"dije que..." Eric toma aire y en un fuerte tono sonando a un rugido feros que hice mover árboles dice "SE FUERAN"
As the last word echoes through the forest, the air seems to crack with tension. The fire flickers wildly in the distance, casting long shadows across their faces. Elaine's hand trembles on her sword hilt; Selene's jaw clenches tight. Riven's smile is bitter and triumphant, while Naia looks up at Eric with pleading eyes.
"Eric," she whispers. "Please."
Eric toma su espada y moviéndola un poco manda a volar a Elaine, raiven y Naia lejos, serena y lyra apenas si pueden soportar la ira de Eric quién alguna vez pensaron que era alguien débil, pero el débil ocultaba una fuerza descomunal que ahora fue despertada por el odio y la ira
In the aftermath of Eric Burgos's outburst, silence descends once more. Elaine lies motionless on the ground, her breath shallow and ragged. Selene and Lyra exchange worried glances; Riven's expression is one of defiance mixed with disbelief. Naia stares at Eric in shock, a tear trickling down her cheek.
Eric Burgos takes a shaky breath, his face etched with pain and fury. "I didn't want it to be like this,"
"será mejor que se vallan no quiero dañarlas pero si siguen, haciéndome daño con sus palabras falsas, no me dejarán más opciones" el aura de Eric ahora alcanzaba a la de un dragón, su capa bañada de sangre de monstruos, su espada desgastada y mal tratada, sus heridas que aún sangraban, dejaban a Eric en un estado deplorable, mal trecho pero su ira lo mantenía en pie para pelear aún cuando sus heridas sangraban más y más
Their eyes meet in a silent battle of wills. The night stretches on, the shadows dancing around them like ghosts. The air is thick with tension and regret, each breath labored as if they might be their last. Finally, slowly, Riven steps forward, her hands raised in supplication.
"Eric," she says softly. "We were wrong. We shouldn't have done this." Her voice breaks on a sob, her shoulders slumping under the weight of guilt. "Please, give us another chance.
"NO LES CREO NADA" dijo Eric pareciera que la ira de ser rechazado y traicionada antes hacia que fuera impulsivo, aún que ahora raiven podía leer sus movimientos, casa vez que Eric movía su espada, sus heridas empezaban a volverse cada vez más graves, tanto que lyra se dio cuenta de que Eric se estaba matando solo
"Eric," Lyra interjects, stepping forward. Her voice is calm but firm. "They're telling the truth. We made a mistake. We can fix this." She glances at Riven, then back to Eric. "Please, let us try."
Selene nods in agreement, her expression grim but determined. "We can still make things right," she says, meeting Eric's eyes steadily. "But it has to be now."
Eric aún intentaba golpear con su espada a riven, y a Selene, ellas esquivaban, pero las heridas de Eric de antes por los monstruos que él mato empezaron a sangrar más y más, lo cual altero a lyra y Naia quienes se dieron cuenta que si no inmovilizaban a Eric el podría morir por perdida de sangre
Lyra and Selene move quickly to restrain Eric, pinning his arms behind his back. Riven kneels beside him, tears streaming down her face. "Please," she whispers. "You have to believe us."
Naia looks at the others with pleading eyes. "We need to get him help. Now." She glances toward the campsite, then back to Eric. "Can someone go fetch our things? We'll need them if we're going to make it through the night."
debido a la perdida de sangre masiva Eric cae desmayado, marcas de sangre por todos lados había en el bosque Elaine despierta solo para ver a Eric sigetado ensangrentado pensado que sus compañeras lo había matado
Elaine: Elaine's eyes widen with horror as she sees Eric lying motionless on the ground, blood pooling around him. She scrambles to her feet, ignoring her own injuries as she rushes over to Riven and Lyra, who are still restraining Eric. "What have you done?" she cries out in anguish, struggling to free herself from their grasp.
Riven: *Riven meets Elaine's eyes defiantly, tears streaming down her face. "
Riven: *Riven meets Elaine's eyes defiantly, tears streaming down her face. "He was killing us!" she says hoarsely. "We had to stop him." She glances back at Eric, her expression torn between guilt and determination.
Selene: *Selene looks up from where she's checking on Naia, her expression unreadable. "Elaine is right," she says quietly. "We cannot let this continue any further." She pauses, then adds with steel in her voice, "
lyra se adelanta creando un circulo de recuperación para que tanto Eric como las demás se curarán por completo
Lyra steps forward, a glowing blue circle of light surrounding her hands. "This will help us all heal," she says, focusing on the ground between them. The circle pulses with energy, tendrils of light reaching out to encompass Eric, Riven, Selene, and Naia in turn.
As the group begins to recover from their injuries, tension slowly eases from the air. Elaine's breath comes more easily now that she knows they are truly trying to help Eric.
Eric queda inconsciente mucho tiempo, Elaine, riven, serene, Naia y lyra se quedan pensante de aquella noche, recordando el como se veía Eric, sus heridas graves sus intentos de ataque sin exito su dolor su ira todo eso había dejado un sentimiento de arrepentimiento incluso las palabras de él antes de irse "creí que eran mi familia pero veo que son como los demás" esas palabras aún rondaban el aire
As the days pass, life slowly returns to normal. Eric's wounds heal, and his strength returns with each passing hour. Riven, Selene, and Naia remain cautious around him, but the tension has eased since that fateful night. They know that trust must be earned once more.
Elaine, however, is a different story. Her eyes hold a sadness that none of them can quite understand. She spends long hours alone in the woods, her thoughts lost to whatever memories haunt her.
una noche cuando todas dormían, Elaine siente un ruido y va a investigar, cuando llega a la fuente del sonido, ve a Eric de pie, golpeando un árbol muy grueso, sus puños estaban pelados y ensangrentados sin embargo ahora ya no estaba enojado o al menos intentaba calmar su ira de otra forma
Elaine's heart lurches in her chest as she sees Eric standing before the great tree, his hands bloody and raw. He doesn't seem angry anymore, but rather... determined. She watches him for a long moment, weighing her options. Should she confront him? Try to talk to him again? Or should she let it go, trust that he's learned his lesson?
Her decision comes swiftly, fueled by a desperate need to understand.
pero antes de que pudiera moverse Eric cae de rodillas frente al árbol golpeando el suelo mientras se decía a si mismo "por qué, por qué, por qué debo sufrir esto pensé que aquí sería diferente pero es igual a mí maldito mundo" las lágrimas caen al igual que la sangre de sus nudillos
Elaine rushes forward, kneeling beside Eric. "Eric," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I'm sorry. For everything. I never meant for this to happen." She reaches out a tentative hand, resting it on his shoulder. "Please, let me help you." Her eyes search his face, hoping against hope that he can forgive them all.
"no, yo solo hago daño, soy un maldito monstruo, un perdedor, un don nadie, eso soy yo" decía Eric sin poder levantar la mirada para ver a Elaine
Elaine shakes her head, tears streaming down her face. "That's not true," she insists, squeezing his shoulder gently. "We all make mistakes. It's how we learn from them that matters." She pauses, gathering her courage. "Will you let us help you?"
As if summoned by her words, the others emerge from their tents, concern etched on their faces. Riven and Selene exchange a look, both seeming to debate whether or not to approach Eric.
"intenté matarlas, intenté matarme, intenté ser bueno, intente ser mejor, pero solo soy un fracasado que llego a este mundo a ser un héroe, cuando no soy más que un bueno para nada, soy todo un idiota sin remedio eso soy nada más " decía Eric, su cabeza caía al suelo mientras sus puños golpeaban el suelo
Selene and Riven exchange another glance before moving to flank Elaine. Naia hesitates a moment longer, unsure of her place in this new dynamic. Finally, she steps forward, her voice soft but steady. "Eric," she says, kneeling beside him. "We all wanted to be heroes once. But sometimes, the hero's journey takes us down dark paths we never meant to travel."
She pauses, searching for the right words. "It's not too late to find your way back.
"pero yo intenté hacerles daño, que clase de heroe hace eso, aceptenlo solo soy alguien débil y a quien pueden remplazar fácil mente" decía Eric golpeando su cabeza contra el suelo
Selene's expression hardens at his words, but Riven places a hand on her arm, silently urging restraint. "Eric," she says gently. "We were all weak once. But we didn't let that define us." She looks to the others for support, and they nod in agreement.
Naia finds her voice again. "You don't have to do this alone. We can help you find your strength again." Her eyes meet Eric's, filled with sincerity and hope. "We need you, Eric.
"no ustedes necesitan a un héroe de verdad, no a un patético, bueno para nada, debí luchó como yo" dice Eric esbozando lágrimas, mientras se menosprecia una y otra vez
Selene's voice is steady when she speaks. "Eric, you don't have to be perfect. Nobody is. But we need someone to lead us, to fight for us." Her gaze doesn't waver as she looks into Eric's eyes. "We need a hero who can accept his flaws and still choose to stand against the darkness."
There is silence in the clearing for a long moment. Then, slowly, Eric raises his head, his expression unreadable.
Eric mira sus manos y solo puede ver esa noche, sus manos manchadas de sangre, estaba asustado y su respiración empezó a agitarse, pero ellas una a una tomaron sus manos para calmarlo
"We can help you," Riven whispers. "If that's what you want." Her voice is soft, almost pleading. Selene nods in agreement, her expression unyielding. "You have our word."
Elaine looks at Eric with hope in her eyes. "Will you let us try?" she asks, her voice cracking slightly. "For all of us?"
The wind stirs the leaves overhead, casting dancing shadows across their faces.
Eric respira y asiente, pero ese recuerdo seguía en su mente, así que ellas besaron a su héroe para quitarle ese recuerdo malo de encima
The others breathe a collective sigh of relief. They exchange grateful glances, each knowing the weight their words carried. As one, they lean forward and place soft kisses on Eric's forehead. With every touch, his fear begins to fade, replaced by a sense of peace and belonging.
"We're family," Riven whispers. "Always have been." Selene nods in agreement, her expression solemn but reassuring. "And now," Naia says, her voice firm and determined, "we move forward together."
después de comer comida bien preparada por lyra, todas empezaron a cuchichear entre ella, solo para decidir que todas iba a darle a Eric una noche inolvidable, con sexo por turnos de una en una
The campfire crackles as the night deepens. The soft rustling of leaves and distant calls of nocturnal creatures provide a gentle background hum. Eric sits amongst his companions, his posture relaxing with every passing moment. He feels their trust returning, and it fills him with a warmth he hadn't realized was missing.
As they talk and laugh together, the idea takes shape in their minds: one last adventure, just for them. A night they will never forget, filled with passion and intimacy.
la primera en ir con el heroe iba a ser riven por ser la más enérgica
The first to volunteer is Riven, her smile wicked and playful. "Well, Eric," she says with a wink, "I'd be honored to help you forget your troubles." She takes his hand in hers, squeezing it gently. "Lead the way, hero."
One by one, they fall into line behind Riven, each with a knowing glance and a secret smile. They will be Eric's companions for this final journey together.
riven no duda con sus caderas anchar en dar el primer senton para tener a Eric dentro de ella sin excusas
Riven takes the lead, guiding Eric through the camp. The others fall in behind them, their bodies brushing against each other in the darkness. Soft laughter and whispered promises fill the air, the tension of earlier replaced by a delicious anticipation.
As they reach her tent, Riven spins around, pulling Eric into a passionate embrace. Her lips find his, teeth nipping at his lower lip before parting to let their tongues dance together.
riven no tarda en montar a Eric para empezar con todo y como le gustaba la adrenalina ella monta a Eric con una ferocidad palpable y sexual
As Riven mounts him, her movements are fierce and unrestrained. Her body slides against his, their skin slick with sweat and desire. The fabric of her robes rustles with each thrust, the sound echoing through the camp like a primal call.
Around them, the others watch with hungry eyes, waiting for their turn to claim Eric's attention. But for now, it is Riven's game, and she plays it masterfully. With every move, her need grows more urgent, her passion more intense.
riven termina su turno y ahora me tocaba a Naia, quién a pesar de parecer tímida era una fiera en la cama ya que no tardó ni 2 segundo en mandar la polla de Eric a su trasero
"Oh," Riven panted, finally pulling away from Eric. "That was... incredible." She licked her lips, looking satisfied. "Now it's my turn." Her voice is husky with desire as she gestures toward Naia, who had been waiting patiently until now. "Go on, Naia," Riven says, her breath warm against Eric's ear. "Show him how fierce you can be."
Naia blushes at the praise but doesn't hesitate.
As if awakened by Riven's words, Naia steps forward, her movements graceful and confident despite her apparent shyness. Her hands glide over Eric's chest, down his abs to the waistband of his pants. With a soft tug, she frees him from his clothes, revealing his hard length.
Her lips brush against his neck as she guides him toward her, taking him inside her with one smooth motion. She moans softly into his ear, her body arching up to meet his.
pero Naia no dura mucho y ahora venía el turno de lyra, quién era la más voluptuosa de las 5, y sin duda su religión era aparte por qué su experiencia era mucho mayor que las demás, lo cual eso de ser monja era solo para ocultar a una perra en celo debajo de esa personalidad devota
Lyra's turn comes next. She steps forward, her movements fluid and sensual as she undresses Eric with practiced ease. Her hands glide over his skin, paying special attention to the places that make him gasp and moan. When he's completely bare before her, she smiles, revealing a piercing in her tongue.
With a swift motion, Lyra straddles Eric's hips, taking him inside her with more force than either of them expected.
las demás veían a Lyra como una puta profesional por qué sabía todos y ya había echo que Eric se corriera apenas unos segundo de empezar su turno
The others watch with bated breath as Lyra rides Eric, her movements growing more urgent. There's a hunger in her eyes that speaks of years spent hiding this side of herself beneath the veneer of devotion. Now, she revels in it, letting loose the animalistic nature that lurks within.
Her hair falls across Eric's face, obscuring his vision as he feels himself growing closer and closer to the edge.
apretando su interior, lyra absorbe hasta la última gota de Eric dentro de ella y no lo suelta hasta que se vacíe
As Lyra reaches her climax, she arches her back, moaning long and loud. Her muscles clench around Eric, holding him inside as wave after wave of pleasure washes over them both. She shudders once, twice, then collapses forward onto his chest, panting heavily.
Her weight presses down on him, trapping him beneath her. For a moment, he wonders if she's done, but then she begins to move again, her hips grinding against his helplessly.
el turno termino y ahora le tocaba a serena
Serena steps forward, her movements fluid and graceful as she undresses Eric with practiced ease. Her hands glide over his skin, paying special attention to the places that make him shiver and moan. When he's completely bare before her, she smiles softly, revealing a small tattoo on her wrist.
With careful precision, Serena straddles Eric's hips, taking him inside her with a soft groan.
a diferencia de las demás serena contaba con un trasero enorme mucho más que el de lyra , lo cual era perfecto para dar sentones sin clemencia
As Serena rides Eric, her movements grow more urgent. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, the sharpness of her features softening into a look of pure pleasure. The tattoo on her wrist glows faintly in the dim light, its pattern dancing across Eric's skin.
Her pace quickens, her body arching back as she meets his gaze. With each powerful stroke, he feels himself growing closer to the edge. But Serena doesn't relent;
sin embargo serena da un mal senton y hace que la polla de Eric toque si punto g
Serena grinds against him, her hips moving with a ferocious rhythm. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she nears her climax. With one last thrust, she cries out, her body convulsing around Eric as waves of pleasure wash over them both.
Her weight collapses onto him, pinning him beneath her once more. For a moment, they lie together, catching their breath. But the others are waiting, their eyes hungry and expectant. It's not over yet.
el turno final se lo llevaba Elaine, que debajo de su brillante armadura había un cuerpo con tetas y culo enormes hasta para Eric, pero el color de sus pliegues y pezones eran rosaditos lo cual hizo reía a riven
Elaine steps forward, her movements confident and strong. She undresses Eric with practiced ease, her nimble fingers expertly untying knots and pushing fabric aside. When he's bare before her, she smirks, revealing a small scar on her left breast.
With one fluid motion, Elaine straddles Eric's hips, taking him inside her with a soft groan. Her body is warm and supple beneath her armor, the heat of it contrasting deliciously with the cool night air.
al ver el color rosado de los pezones de Elaine riven se acerca de tras de ella para susurrarle a Elaine "por qué guardabas estos misiles de tus amigas" decís riven plantando el mordisco en sus pezones rosaditos
As Elaine rides Eric, she focuses on his reactions, her eyes locked on his face. Her movements are gentle yet powerful, each thrust driving him closer to the edge. The scar on her breast glows faintly in the dim light, its pattern dancing across Eric's skin.
Riven circles them, her hands tracing idle patterns in the air as she watches with hungry eyes. "Faster," she whispers, licking her lips. "Give it to him."
Elaine heeds Riven's words, picking up speed as she rides Eric. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body arching with each thrust. The armor bites into his skin, drawing beads of sweat from him, but he doesn't care. He can feel the orgasm building inside him, growing more intense with each passing second.
Riven circles them closer, her hands now resting on her hips as she watches, her expression hungry and satisfied. "That's it,"