First Chapter of a Spicy Fantasy Novella

    
I tend to write fast, but it does not imply quality, of course. I am learning now to hold my horses, to say it this way. Here in this steemit post I include the two versions of a chapter I wrote just an hour before now. The first is a much more spicy and erotic version but it is also the worst and with a minor quality standard. I put it here to get opinions about both. I think that I am a little rusty in my fiction writings. Improving, at least now. But still rusty.  

   First Draft -Mediocre, crappy version-    

A single blow with his sword took his enemy’s life.  Surrounded by a pile of corpses, the knight stood, glorious and omnipotent, before the temple. A construction from the years of the Olden War, and still inhabited by demons and other creatures.  He passed the bridge to the temple. As he had crossed it, many had, only the consequences awaited after doing it.  The gates of the temple had been fervently closed by the old magic of the lesser demons. Nothing that the faith of his Savior could not destroy and eradicate with the miracle of the Light.  Then, a hidden hand awoke him from his attempt to open the gates with a slap.  “Foolish knight”, he stopped the hand from hitting him again.  A sudden change in the stranger voice -a little fear issued in the tone- made him change the opinion of old servants of the darkness. There was a fair woman in her thirties before him. “Stop harassing the faith of others, this is my temple of arcana!”, she said.  It was so unexpected. A sudden change in her voice made many lightnings to appear. There was such a powerful light in her eyes that he was blinded for a few seconds.  The dragon symbol appeared. She was a dragoness priest, it seemed that to his wounded eyes. Then he fainted. The last beautiful vision he had was of a woman pressed against his chest, pussy naked, licking his bloody wounds, and making a lot of dirty sounds before dressing her skirts and going away.    He awoke three days later. Only he was on the altar of a demon temple. Naked. Alone. The lights were no more, there was a sudden change of events. Where the wounds had been, there was nothing but a healed skin.     

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Second Draft  -It seems much better, but still needs revision-

A single blow with his sledgehammer crushed the skeleton’s body. He felt so tired now. Fighting alone had those side effects. A sardonic smile crossed his face. Soon the Imperial Dragons would be here, but he could not wait for reinforcements. Something had changed. Something not welcomed, but awaited, happened to be in his thoughts. The vision of revenge. Then the world went topsy-turvy and he lost his mind.  The temple was there, waiting for him.  The knight stood before it, surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of bones. The Bone Temple. It was a mighty construction from the Olden War years, rumored to be inhabited still by demons and other evil creatures. The gates were, as expected, shut with arcane magic. He had crossed a river bridge, but the gates before him were closed. And not even a hundred sledgehammers would be of use. Old magic had its own laws. The first and most important was, you hit me but I will hit you harder. Very important rule to follow, if he wanted to be a survivor. Then, he heard a feminine voice, singing. It was a naïve chant, proper language for the druids of the forest, that he had encountered other times. Kola had enough time for listening to the song. He spied the origin of the sound. Below. A nymph. A single forest nymph, whatever that was, was bathing her feet placidly in the waters of the river, scantily dressed.  “Foolish knight”, she said, with a sweet voice, as she clapped her hands, joyfully. “You will never open that gate! It is impossible for a mere human!”  “Who are you and who sent you here?”, he said, angrily.  “I should have asked the same question to you, oldie Goldie. Do not worry, I will not eat you.”, but she knew sometimes that was not true. Depended on the subject.  Kola knew his armor had golden pieces. But only a master jeweler could distinguish it from the mud it had now.  “I will tell you who I am as soon as I wash myself.”, he said, with vehemence. He descended the stairs located at this side of the bridge, to reach the river shore. These temples were sometimes so exotic, he forgot he had attempted to cross a demonic gate a few minutes before. There was no more gilded armor now that he had gotten rid of it. He could rest like the nymph did. He would not ask any more questions. Not that he had the chance to do it, now that she approached quietly, with mischievous intentions. She was changing her tongue to a long, long red skinned pseudo whip. Only she was directing it to a curious direction and specific part of the knight’s body.       

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