Hero.

A/N: Okay, okay, so I'm just chalk-full of some great ideas. I think this one'll be especially great; I'm planning for ACTION! ROMANCE! LEMONS GALORE! DRAMA!

Has anyone played Fable or Fable 2? The world they live in will be along those lines.
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Chapter One:

Knees bent, his lips were curled back in a tight, menacing snarl. The villagers cowered a little at the sight of the strange, white-haired Hero that defended their small town from the werewolf. He was definitely not what they'd expected when the Guild had said they were sending one of their best.

Of course, the young Hero was not very well-known around these parts, but the way he fought told them that he would not remain unknown for long. He moved with a grace that they hadn't seen in another Hero in years - not since their town's own Hero, Izayoi, was brutally murdered in a raid on a neighboring village.

He paused, his golden eyes taking in the werewolf's slightest movements. 'Deep breaths, now,' he told himself, leaning into another crouch. 'I need to make this a good show.'

The monster growled with a strange, misplaced fury as it leapt at him; he sprang at it. The two collided, and he slashed at it, his long claws raking roughly across the werewolf's hairy throat. It howled as it landed, just barely, on its two hind legs. The Hero landed on his feet, his claws flexing and dripping dark, red blood onto the muddy ground. His eyes covered by long silvery bangs, he grinned, baring his small fangs as the monster collapsed with a grunt across the clearing.

Cheers filled the village for the rest of that day.

He shared a few beers with some of the village women. He was a little startled by how accepting of him they were now. When he had first arrived, the villagers had acted just as frightened of him as they were of the monsters surrounding their gates.

Taking another sip of his frothy beer, he closed his eyes, growling a little. 'Well, I do seem like a monster to some people,' he thought.

After his fifth beer, he was a little tipsy. Alcohol just didn't affect him the way it affected normal people. They had been sitting downstairs in the local inn, and one drunken woman clung to his side now as she led him, stumbling, up the stairs.

They entered the small bedroom at the top of the stairs. He grinned when the woman shoved against him; deciding to play along, he flopped backward onto the bed, making like she had actually made an impact. The drunk woman pounced wordlessly, and the Hero tilted his head back as he felt her hot mouth cover his collarbone with wet kisses. He growled a little and shrugged her to the side when he felt her small hands reach to undo his hakama.

Standing, he undressed himself. He stood, nude as the day he was born, for just a moment before slowly pulling the woman's clothes off of her. She moaned and writhed a little, her nipples already hard; whether it was from the chilly wind blowing in through the window or her lust, the Hero couldn't know.

Her skin was soft and a milky, light shade; her hair was long and curly and fiery red. Her eyes were a pretty, deep blue color, and the Hero noted that she had a small, slim figure. Not really curvy, but not sticklike, either.

He ravaged her body, blaming his intense need for her to his slight drunkenness. He kissed her mouth, he kissed her neck, he kissed her breasts. He licked her nipples lightly, and she moaned at the feeling. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore; he reached down, finding her hot core between her legs, and he felt her with two of his fingers. She was dripping wet already.

Taking her left nipple in his mouth to suck on it gently, he slid his long, stiff cock inside her. She cried out a little in surprise, and then she started to moan and plead, "Faster, Hero, faster!"

His pace quickened, desperate to give her what they both wanted. He thrust deep into her, and she cried out when she felt the head of his cock touch her G-spot; he bared his fangs and growled as her walls clenched and tightened around his buried penis. She was cumming, and he'd spent barely three minutes inside her.

Thirty minutes later, the woman had cum at least six more times that the Hero knew of, and he himself had finally spent his seed inside her. She'd fallen fast asleep at his side, but not in his arms; he preferred it this way. He didn't want a wife, nor did he really need one. Especially with the way his career was headed right now.

He sighed, thinking about this as he got up the next morning, before dawn broke. He dressed quietly, careful not to wake the sleeping woman in the bed.

'I'm fine being on my own,' he thought as he walked through the middle of the town. The sun was starting to come up as he reached the front gates. Turning, he took one last look at the statue standing erect just inside the gates.

It was rather large and carved out of a beautiful white stone. The figure was a woman with a slight frame. She was wearing a short kimono, and she had a scythe in one hand, its base touching the ground. She held it much like a hiker would hold a walking stick; it was a part of her, her melee weapon-of-choice. She also wore a hooded coat, the sleeves long, and the hood covered her face in shadow.

The Hero did not need to know what the statue's face looked like. He remembered Izayoi's face rather well.

'How could one forget his own mother?'
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Sneak Peek:

Chapter Two:

The fangirls squealed excitedly. "But you're Inuyasha!" one of them shrieked. "You saved Wellings from a werewolf attack just last week!"

The hanyou let out a barely audible "Feh" before Kagome saw him roll his eyes. "It really wasn't anything-"

"And you refused to accept any sort of payment for your services there! That was so noble of you!"

Now it was Kagome's turn to roll her eyes. "Probably did it to become more well-known faster," she muttered, turning her back on the shameful sight and starting toward the kitchen.

He watched as she walked away, leaving him in the clutches of fandom.