Dark Born
Copyright© 2025 by Es_Orik
Chapter 1: New World
Science Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 1: New World - A young man is transported to a new world as the Dark Lord, witness his rise from an ordinary college student to a being capable of causing the greatest evil.
Caution: This Science Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Teenagers Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction High Fantasy Restart Magic Sharing Harem Cream Pie
Adam Wells slowly opened his eyes to the world. The first thing he saw was the blinding light of the sun, and his eyes immediately squeezed shut. What time was it? How long had he been sleeping? Did he forget to set his alarm again? He had an early class today. With a deep breath, he tried to open his eyes again, more slowly this time.
He was still drowsy and his mind had not yet woken up, but the surreal sight above him instantly cleared the last remnants of sleep from his eyes. It was a tree branch, actually several tree branches. He was lying under the shade of a tree.
Adam shot upright in a sudden panic and began to fling his head around. All around him was the thick green of the forest, it surrounded him completely. The trees were all aged and towering, taller than he had ever seen trees grow, stretching as far as his eyes could see. Sunlight pierced through their wide leaves, reaching the grass carpeted ground.
What the fuck? What the actual fuck?
Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet. His legs felt sore and his arms felt heavy, but that did not seem important right now. Why was he in a forest? Had he sleep walked? No, he had never sleep walked before in his life. Besides, there was no forest, let alone park, in the part of Seattle where he lived. What the fuck was happening? Where was he?
He considered he might still be dreaming, but it felt too real. He could hear the call of birds up in the trees, smell the raw earthiness of the forest, even feel the warmth of the sun on his skin. No, it wasn’t a dream. But just for good measure, he pinched his cheek, hoping it might force him awake, but nothing happened. He was still standing in the forest.
“Don’t panic, don’t panic,” Adam whispered to himself as though a prayer, even as his heart began to race in fear and confusion. “You can figure this out.”
He thought back to last night, trying to recall if he had done anything crazy, but his memories were hazy. All he could really remember was walking home after his shift at the bar, texting his sister ... then a different memory slammed into his mind with the force of a hammer. There was an accident. A truck had spun out of control, drifting into the curb.
He had tried to avoid it ... He didn’t.
Oh god, no...
Adam stumbled back in horror and tripped on a root, falling down on his ass. No, it wasn’t possible. He couldn’t be dead. He couldn’t be. He had his whole future planned out after getting into college, and his sister, Cleo, his only family. The girl who had practically raised him after their parents’ death, despite the fact she was just three years older.
She would be alone now. She didn’t have anyone else.
More than anything else, the thought of leaving her tore at his chest. He knew how much she loved him, how much she relied on him, how much they relied on each other because they were all they had. The thought was too much to bear.
He buried his face into his palms, his chest tight with pain. Tears burned at his eyes, but before they could roll down his cheeks, a sudden thought occurred to him.
Pain? Could the dead feel pain?
No, something was not right here. Could the dead feel these strong emotions? Could they shed tears? It didn’t feel like he was dead. He was far too conscious, too aware.
Granted, he didn’t know what being dead was supposed to feel like, but this felt like every other day, only that he was in a giant forest. Wouldn’t there be a difference between alive and dead? Was this even hell or heaven? He didn’t know anything.
Adam inhaled a breath and rose to his feet once more, drying his moist eyes. There was no point in asking himself these questions. He didn’t know whether he was truly dead, lost, or stuck in limbo somewhere, but it didn’t help jumping into conclusions.
The first thing he needed to do was try and get out of this forest. He needed to know where he was, or even whether there were other people around. He steeled his nerves with a deep breath and chose a random direction, then began walking.
It was a difficult walk. There was no path, no trail to follow. Low branches whipped his arms and snagged his shirt, while roots clung to his feet, making him stumble and almost plant his face to the dirt several times. All around him, he could hear the sounds of life with squirrels scurrying in the thick underbrush, birds singing high up in the trees, the chirps of crickets, and the soft whisper of the breeze quietly stirring the leaves.
With each step, he grew more certain he wasn’t dead. It didn’t feel like he was stuck in limbo either, it felt like what any other forest would feel like, warm and alive.
Adam walked for what felt like hours without any sign of progress. Everything still looked the exact same, a giant wall of green, and he was growing tired.
A paranoid part of his mind began to wonder whether he was trapped in a maze, a special limbo created just for him. No, he wouldn’t think about that. Fear would just make him paralyzed and stop him from moving. He had to believe he could get out of here, then he could figure this thing out. He had always been logical.
If only he had his phone so he could see his location. God, he had never missed his device so bad ... wait, he hadn’t lost it. His phone was still in his hands when...
Quickly, he inserted his hand into his pants pocket, and he felt his phone there, cold in his fingers. He sharply pulled it out and said a small prayer to whoever was listening to him. There were also other things inside his pocket and he quickly withdrew them.
He placed each new item he withdrew from his pockets onto a nearby log, carefully, as though there precious gemstones. But they might as well be, as each item could end up saving him. When he finally emptied his pockets, he took stock of what he had.
His phone, key to the apartment he shared with his sister, the Swiss Army knife he always carried, a few snacks he had gotten off a vending machine to eat when he got home, and a candy wrapper he had stuffed in his pocket so he wouldn’t litter.
Adam grabbed his phone, the most important thing he had in his possession, next to the knife. The phone was an old model iPhone, but it served him, and as long as it did, he hadn’t thought to waste money on upgrades. He pressed the power button, anxious to get it on. If he could just call his sister, or access his location, all of this would be over.
The phone powered on and he breathed in relief when he saw his battery was almost at full, but his relief quickly vanished when the signal bar showed nothing.
There was no signal at all. He tried switching airplane mode on and off, hoping it was just bad reception, but no matter how much he tried, there was no change.
“Fuck!” he yelled in frustration.
He should have expected it wouldn’t be that easy. He should have known. Whatever was happening wouldn’t just be resolved with one phone call.
Adam plopped down onto the log and ran a hand through his dark hair as he thought about what to do next. He had no single idea where he was, whether it was a maze or not, or whether he was even dead. He couldn’t make use of his phone, he couldn’t ask anyone for help. For all he knew, he was all alone out here.
Maybe not alone, there could be wild animals, a forest this big had to have all kinds of dangerous animals, wolves, mountain lions, bears, snakes, and who knew what else. He was defenseless save for his Swiss Army knife, and what good would that even do?
His panic rose as his mind came up with every kind of danger possible, and his heart drummed faster and faster, his breath quickening and growing more erratic. His grip on his phone tightened and he shut his eyes, his foot tapping anxiously against the ground.
“Don’t panic, don’t panic,” he muttered, doing the breathing exercise he had learned from his sister. “You can figure this out. You always figure things out.”
Slowly, very slowly, his breathing began to level once more and then he opened his eyes, looking around slowly as if to remember his surrounding once more.
His mind began to churn ideas. What could he do right now? With what he had? His phone was out of service, but maybe if he found high ground, he might get a network. He lifted his gaze up to the trees, sunlight was still piercing through their canopy. Good, it was still daytime. He didn’t have to worry about finding shelter right now.
As for food and water, he still had the snacks he had bought. Three snicker bars. He would eat one tonight, then save two for tomorrow. It wouldn’t stave off his hunger, but he needed to make them last until he figured something out. For water, there had to be a stream or a river in a forest this size, he could find one when he began to looking for shelter.
Okay, that was his plan. Find high ground first. Then shelter.
Adam rose to his feet once more, his determination growing. He was a survivor. He had survived many hardships in his life, and the most important lesson he had learned from all of them was to keep moving, no matter how many times he stumbled.
Keep moving. Don’t give up.