Alissa's contract explicitly describes what she has been
trained
to do, she's a warrior, a scout, an assistant, a cook, a companion, and a
lover
. The last part causes my mind to hang as too many emotions fight to take control of my actions.
My only consolation is that she
can
refuse
any
order I give, so it's more like she's a companion than a tool I own, but it still doesn't change the fact that she'll
want
to fulfill the role she was trained to take.
And I don't think I have the will to say no.
What kind of "discount" did Nour arrange for me if someone like her was just seventy gold coins…?!
"Now, please cut your hand with this knife and fill this with your blood," Ghulam gently requests, and the shouts inside my mind stop for a moment to listen to him, then he gives me an adorned dagger and a small bowl. "If you can't do it yourself it's not a problem, Sebastian will do it for you and immediately heal you."
Nah.
I cut my hand without thought or hesitation and regret it immediately.
FUCK! IT HURTS!
My face cramps, but I manage to retain my dignity and hold back my tears. The pain causes the fighting inside my mind to be put on halt, but round two will begin as soon as I drop my guard.
I fill the small bowl with my blood, then Sebastian chants something and touches my hand. A faint, pleasing cold covers my wound as the pain stops, then he releases me, and it looks as good as new.
Is this a thing that all butlers must be called Sebastian?
The old man Sebastian gives the bowl to Alissa, then she immediately brings it to her lips and drinks my blood while Ghulam chants something.
"[
Contract of Servitude
]," he whispers and touches Alissa's head. "Now, point the location where you want the symbol of slavery to appear. It'll be a small circle with your name on it, but I can hide it if you want."
"It's okay to show. Put it on her left wrist," I softly reply.
She's right-handed, so it shouldn't show too much.
Ghulam gently grabs her wrist and chants. "[
Mark of the Master
]," he casts, and a faint light shines from between his fingers.
He releases her and shows her wrist to me. I see a black circle with my name in the middle written in the Andraste alphabet, but around the circle there's some writing that I don't recognize.
"Now, do you want any additional spell? For you, it's for free," Ghulam offers with a gentle smile.
"Only the speech limitation," I reflexively answer.
He touches Alissa's throat and starts chanting again. "[
Tongue of Obedience
]," he casts, then a small orb of light comes out of the tip of his finger and enters her throat.
He smiles graciously and turns to me. "There, now she won't be able to tell others about anything you consider a secret. Anything else?"
I smile back. "No, thank you."
He gently nods and announces, "Then it's done, and the Gods shall watch from now on whether you're a good master or not."
His words give me pause. Alissa isn't just a slave, she's
special
, so special that the Gods are watching us.
But Ghulam doesn't give me time to let his words sink in as he moves on, "I really appreciate doing business with you, Mr. Ryder. Though the letter only allowed for a discount this one time, I'll gladly do business with you again." And his charming smile suddenly seems like a devil's.
"I'll certainly come back," I happily admit. I've crossed the point of no return, so there's no reason to say no anymore.
He makes a signal with his hand, and Sebastian comes forward. "Here's the gift we give to anyone who buys one of our women." -The butler hands me a gray metal ring- "It's a Ring of Fertility. Put some mana into it, and the man or woman that wears it won't be able to impregnate or get pregnant." And Ghulam smiles kindly, but his words only cause a chill to run down my spine.
The simple ring has a very small white gem embedded in it, and I feel an "itching" when I hold it, which I assume is the enchantment wanting to be "fed" mana. As I observe it, Ghulam suddenly stands up and nods respectfully, then Sebastian picks up the documents I signed and the gold, and they both leave me alone with Alissa.
"Master, may I change to my other clothes now?" Alissa respectfully asks and looks at me with a neutral expression. Her voice has the perfect pitch to my ears, not too high, not too low.
"Y-yes, please do," I awkwardly reply.
She immediately pulls up her one-piece, and she's not wearing anything below.
GAH! Too much stimulation.
Even though I want to see, I'm not in the right state of mind to stare at her body, so I can only look at her feet, and god, even they are quite cute.
She changes into the normal clothes Ghulam gave to her: a white and slightly loose shirt, black pants, and some cute-looking black shoes.
"I'm ready now," she quietly reports.
"Then let's go," I stiffly order.
--
We silently make our way towards the inn, and she walks slightly behind me, but still pretty close. She maintains a neutral expression, but at least she doesn't look sad.
I don't know what to say. Am I supposed to make conversation? I guess not since I'm her master now, so I don't need to be her friend, but it'll be lonely if I act too detached. I guess there's no need to rush or force anything, we'll get used to each other with time.
We get to the inn, and I talk to the innkeeper.
"I'd like to change rooms. I need one for two people, now," I request.
He glances at Alissa and fails in containing his smile. "Single, married, or harem-sized bed?" He asks, a subtle teasing tone in his words.
Please, stop. I'm already embarrassed enough.
I look back at Alissa, who's calmly waiting for my answer, then one of the warring emotions manages to take hold of my mouth and I compulsively answer, "Married."
She nods gently, and I see a hint of a smile form on her pretty lips, then I immediately look forward again, disbelieving myself.
The innkeeper nods gently and hands me two keys. "Second room on the second floor. Remove all your things from the safe, then return the key to me, please," he calmly explains, not aware of the rising tensions within my mind.
"I don't have anything in it, so here's the key," I robotically reply.
After that, we immediately go to
our
new room.
It's almost mid-day, and I'm starting to feel hungry, but I want to talk to Alissa in private first.
We enter the room and I just fall face-first onto the bed, but that rings the bell for the fight for my mind to start over again.
What did I just do…? I'm a slave master, now…
I roll on the bed and look at Alissa. She's just standing there, looking at me with her calm and neutral expression. I guess she isn't going to do anything unless ordered.
I'm already past the point of no return… There's no point in being remorseful now, so I'll just do what I want!
I throw away the guilt, the shame, the indecisiveness, and the cowardice. I'm a slave
master
now, so I'll behave like one.
I clear my throat and announce, "We're going to be living here… and we'll be sharing the same bed, if you don't mind. You can come, sit, or lay down if you want. I don't want you to tire yourself out by standing all the time."
She nods respectfully and obediently responds, "Yes, thank you, Master." Then I notice that her tail is standing still.
She's so cute…
I pat the bed. "Then come and sit beside me."
"Y-yes," she wavers for a split second.
What was that?
She had been calm and collected so far, but that voice just now wasn't congruent with her expression. Is she a master of poker face?
She sits beside me in a lady-like way and starts scanning the room, but it feels like it's just an empty action to hide her nervousness.
I'm basically twice her age, so I have to take charge.
I sit up and gently grab her hand, making her twitch in reaction, then she looks at me curiously.
I knew it, she's tense and scared, but she looks so cute I feel like teasing her. Oh god, my sadist side is already coming out.
"Well then, what have you heard about me?" I politely ask as I enjoy the softness and warmth of her hand.
She obediently responds, "Seigneur Ghulam said that you're a powerful upcoming adventurer, and that you've gained the favor of someone with influence after saving them and showing your valor. Now you're in need of a companion for fighting, and that's likely why you bought me. I'm sorry, but he didn't say any more than this."
Nour, please, that's too much.
I release her hand and massage my neck as I awkwardly reply, "There's… no need to be sorry." -I shake my head and sigh tiredly- "Well, then. The first thing I want to talk about is that I have a lot of secrets. That's why I bought a Blood Slave: I need a companion that can keep them safe."
She turns her body to face me, and her orange eyes stare into mine with her full attention as she affirms, "Then there's no need to worry about it, Master. Please use the [
Tongue of Obedience
] as you wish, and your secrets will be safe even fromtorture."
"No, no, no, no" -I look away for a moment as I cringe slightly- "There's no need to go that far. My secrets are just things that will attract attention, and I don't want to talk about them… at least for now." I force a smile.
"I see…" She whispers as she cutely tilts her head, and I suddenly feel an urge to hug her, then she adds with a serious tone, "You don't have to tell me anything that makes you uncomfortable, Master. I'm here simply to serve you, and I understand your need for privacy, but I'll treasure the day you open yourself to me." Then she lowers her head respectfully.
Oof… That's a critical hit on my heart.
Just thinking about Earth makes the guilt flare again, so I think I'll keep it to myself a while longer.
I smile achingly at her and whisper, "Thank you, Alissa."
"No need to thank me for doing my job, Master," she cheerfully replies and raises her head again, then gives me a bright smile. Everything she does is so cute I feel like I'll go insane real soon.
I force myself to move on before I start squealing like a little girl seeing a bunny for the first time, "Anyway, we aren't leaving the town for two days. So, today, I want to buy equipment for you, then have you train at the hunter's guild tomorrow to get used to it. If I'm lazy, we'll rest for a third day, and then on the fourth, we'll go out of town again."
"I'm alright with whatever you wish, Master," she politely replies and nods obediently, making her ears bob.
Alissa… I'm about to burst…
I swallow heavily. "Also, there's something I'm dying to do… can I touch your ears and tail?" I childishly ask her with puppy eyes.
She stiffens, making her fox ears perk up, then smiles shyly. "Y-you don't have to ask… but please be gentle, they're sensitive." She blushes and lowers her head for me.
Her fox ears are on the top of her head, and she doesn't have human ones, so it looks weird if you pull back the hair, but I guess that short hairstyles aren't really a thing with wereanimals.
I rub her ears and suddenly start drowning in bliss. They're made of a very soft cartilage, and along with its furry parts, they're
very
comfy to touch.
Her hair even makes me envious. It's so soft to the touch and glossy, and it even flows perfectly like a curtain when she tilts her head.
After getting enough of her ears, I tell her to turn around so that I can play with her tail. I notice that it has vertebrae, so she can move and wag it the same way a dog can, and its fur is even fluffier than that of her ears.
I want to hug it and squeeze it! Animal ears, animal tail, kemonomimi! This is really a Japanese game.
"A-ah~…" She moans softly, and my dick twitches at the heavenly sound. "Master, gentler, please," she whispers with a quickened breath.
Calm down, lower me.
"Sorry, does it hurt?" I gently ask her.
"No, it's just sensitive, and it tickles a lot," she quietly answers, and I notice her feet and hands are squirming from the stimulation.
Thank god it isn't an erogenous zone-… Wait… some people also do erotic things with places like the armpits or earlobes. Just because it isn't immediately erotic, doesn't mean it can't
become
erotic.
Better stop here, for now.
I release her tail and declare, "I'll get you a very good brush because we need to keep your hair and tail as beautiful and fluffy as possible."
She nods respectfully and gives me a small smile. "Thank you, Master. I'll take good care of them."
I wrap my arms around her waist and hug her from behind as I pat her head. She freezes, then gradually relaxes, melting in my embrace.
So good…
"I'd also like to help you take care of them. They feel good to touch," I whisper in her ear.
I used to brush Lily's hair once in a while because I liked to help keep her pretty for me…
I continue patting her head and ears for some time, and it seems to help us both calm our nerves. Though I do feel like I'm playing with a pet, I also can't deny that it feels good to hug a girl like this.
Her perfume has a faint fruity scent that feels rather nostalgic, and my heart tightens as I try to grasp onto this feeling.
I
have
to buy her perfume.
After a few long and comfy minutes, I finally release her, then she almost falls down on her own. She must've gotten sleepy.
"Nah?" She lets out a small sound in surprise.
Stop with the cuteness.
"Let's go out and eat lunch," I gently suggest, and she nods silently while blushing.
--
I find a nearby restaurant and ask for a table for two. I sit down, but she remains standing by my side.
"Please, sit," I ask as I motion. "I want to eat our meals together with you."
This must be standard slave behavior that I need to nip in the bud.
She blinks in surprise for a moment and asks, "Is that alright, Master? I'm a slave, so I can be treated as befitting of my status."
I purse my lips and respond sternly, "Well, I want a companion, not just a slave to order around, so I'll treat you like one."
She stares at me for a moment, then nods and smiles gently. "Thank you, Master. You're very kind." Then I see her tail sway a little as she sits.
Being called "Master" is making me feel uncomfortable, but it also tickles a part of me that I didn't acknowledge before. Is it alright to let it come out of the dark?
Bah, screw it. I already said before that I'd do whatever I wanted.
I don't want to deal with her choosing a simple meal because she's a slave, so I order the same for both of us, but when the meal comes she hesitates.
"You also don't have to wait for me to start eating," I promptly order.
And so we dig in.
--
After our meal, we go out and take a stroll as we talk.
I start counting with my fingers as I enumerate what we need to do, "First, let's buy you a pillow, some proper blankets, spare change of clothes, a hairbrush, a toothbrush, and spare shoes. We'll go to a first-hand store because I don't want to see you use hand-me-downs."
She seems slightly concerned with the amount of stuff we have to buy and frowns as she questions, "Master, I've been trained to live an ascetic life, so you don't need to spend too much for my comfort. If you…
pamper
me it might…
negate
this training." And her expression stiffens as she hides her embarrassment.
I can't resist and entwine my arm with hers because I'm starved for skinship, then I pat her hand as I answer earnestly, "Yes. I'm sorry if your training ends up wasted or dulled, but we'll lead similar lifestyles, so I'm going to pamper you
a lot
." -Her tail wags once, making me smile- "Think of it like this: giving you hardships makes you tire more easily, which makes it more likely for you to die in battle. If you die, I won't just be wasting the money and the
huge
favor I spent to buy you, but also my feelings will be deeply hurt, and my time training you will be wasted. So, this is why we need to keep you happy and well-rested: you need to always be at your best so you don't die or disappoint me."
I stop and turn my body towards her, then I stare her in the eye and smile gently as I continue, "I'll give you two rules: the first one is 'don't die' because I don't want you sacrificing yourself for me, and the second one is 'let's never get into a situation where someone needs to die,' so you won't even have to think about sacrificing yourself for me if we don't even get in a situation that needs it. Now, do you understand your value to me?"
Her face twitches as her eyes widen in surprise, then she opens her mouth, wanting to say something, but she turns her face away and becomes silent.
We continue walking in silence for a minute, and I start to wonder if I said too much, but then she suddenly looks at me again and nods energetically. "Thank you, Master. I understand," she finally replies, her voice brimming with determination.
Did that make you emotional? Well, I don't think that my philosophy makes me a "good person" because I still
bought
you… and I think I'm going to abuse you tonight. Might even be earlier if you don't stop acting so cutely.
After getting the essentials, I decide to buy her a simple but cute white, frilly dress. I'd like to buy her more, but money is short, and I need to buy her equipment.
I thank the God of Luck because I find a cheap perfume that I can give to her. Later on, I'll definitely get her a more expensive one like mine.
Damn, I feel like I want to dress her up like a doll the same way I used to do with Lily.
This time, I grit my teeth and don't buy a high-quality sleeping bag, but we buy a larger one for both of us.
Then I get her a red-brown set of leather armor made from Young Ogre skin. It's tougher than Hobgoblin leather and also very flexible, which is perfect for an archer.
We get her a cheap iron short sword as a personal defense weapon, then we buy a good composite bow because it's compact and deadly. On the matter of bows, we can't hold back because archery is her main way of killing.
Warbows or longbows are a bit difficult for her to use. Sure, the penetration is unparalleled, but she has problems fully drawing them. She isn't a standard army archer that fights at long distances and whose job is to cover an area with arrows. She's a hunter, which means she needs to draw fast and accurately, so penetration isn't
that
important.
That's
not
what she said…?
I sell my old equipment, but it's pretty shitty, so we don't get much money in return. I buy an upgrade to my shield: a black heater iron shield. It's slightly bigger and of a higher quality iron than the previous one.
My previous shield has three dents and a nasty scratch from the fight with the Orc Headhunter, so we'd need to spend money to repair it, anyway. The damage makes the smith curious, so I tell him how that happened, and he gives me a small discount in sympathy.
Alissa's [
Item Box
] isn't big, so she only keeps her arrows there and some small personal items, like the toothbrush and hairbrush.
Now that we bought what we need, we go back to the inn, then I reserve a room for us to take a bath, together.
--
We enter the room, and I lock the door behind me. The reserved bath is rather small, and it only has a simple wooden bathtub for a maximum of three people.
"I'll wash you, Master," she volunteers, but I see that her tail is stiff. I don't have a shred of willpower to say no to her, so I just remain still.
She first starts taking her clothes off, and I ogle her body as my lust takes control. No man should ever look away when a woman undresses.
Her nakedness is instantly arousing. Her body is very athletic, and she's slightly more muscular than me. Her breasts are a bit small, but I don't know the size. Perhaps it's C? I just know that they're perky and cute, and they'll fit nicely in my hand. Her bush is actually orange, and I see that it's well kept.
She walks closer and her steps become awkward once she notices my stare.
She grabs my shirt and pulls it up, then she unfastens both my belts and pulls down my pants. She hesitates for a moment, then leaves my sword on the ground and undoes my shoes.
"You don't really have to do it like this, I can undress myself," I point out, slightly amused, but also feeling a bit awkward.
"I want to do it, Master," she diligently responds.
Oh, boy, don't say things like that. I'm already excited.
Then she pulls down my underwear. She's crouching, so it's right in front of her face in its full glory.
I breathe in deeply, enjoying her stare very much, then it twitches, causing her to flinch, and I chuckle sadistically as the corruption of my mind prevents me from being embarrassed.
She blushes and stands up, then takes my hand and leads me to the tub. She grabs a bucket of water, then she makes me sit on a stool and starts to wash my body with the soap and sponge the receptionist gave us.
Her touch is delicate, but her hands move with certainty, eliciting a faint groan of pleasure from me as I close my eyes and enjoy her caressing. She certainly knows how to wash.
She touches my face with such tenderness that it's almost like she's just gently patting it, but I can still feel it's effective at cleaning my body.
This is heavenly.
Then she washes my front. There's no way around it, she has to come in front of me, and she touches my dick.
"E-excuse me, p-please tell me if it hurts," she stutters, her voice trembling from the nervousness.
I simply nod, a bit surprised at my own eagerness and lack of guilt, then she pulls back the skin and rubs the sponge on the head with even more delicacy than my face. It's so stimulating I have to control myself from pouncing on her.
I imagine her tightening her grip and giving me a handjob, and my dick twitches in her hands, but this time she doesn't get scared, and I see a small smile form on her pretty face.
Suddenly, it finishes, and now she's done washing me.
"Now it's my turn," I state with a husky tone.
She swallows heavily. "You don't need to concern yourself with me," she evades, but the lustful master in me won't back down.
"Don't worry, I'll enjoy it," I reply with a mischievous smile.
She obediently nods as her tail starts wagging, and we switch places.
"Sorry if I'm not as delicate as you, I'm not trained in washing others," I wryly inform her.
"No need to apologize for it, Master. You're allowed to enjoy yourself," she replies earnestly.
Ohohoh! Then don't mind if I do!
Her skin is soft, and there's absolutely no hair on her arms and legs, so my hand just glides along her perfect skin. I can feel the hint of muscle in her athletic body as my fingers trace her abs. It's a mix of toughness and softness.
Seriously, what is going on in this world? Nearly every person I've seen can be considered beautiful. It's just… "weird."
Now, look at her. Her skin is so perfect it makes me worried. Where are her veins? Does she even have veins? It's like she's artificial, and it's unsettling me.
She tilts her head adorably and innocently asks, "Something wrong, Master?"
I wipe away the stupid thoughts and smirk. "Nothing… it's just that your skin is too perfect."
"Don't exaggerate, Master…" Her voice seems a little sad, but her tail wags faster.
"I'm not exaggerating, but whatever…." I shrug and continue washing her.
I slowly caress her skin, but I leave her tail and ears alone. I don't know how to wash them, I'm sorry, Alissa, but I take special care of her hands and feet. They're just so small and cute. Are these really the hands of an archer? I smell magical shenanigans.
Then I start working on the best part that I left for last. Her breasts are soft and bouncy, a delight to my hands. Lily had small ones, and none of my previous girlfriends were particularly busty, so I don't know what bigger breasts are supposed to feel like. I guess this is like jelly? I can't describe them perfectly, but I sure can enjoy them. Though flat is justice, so size doesn't matter.
I work on her nipples, and I feel them poke against my palm, showing me that she's aroused, then she hums softly in confirmation, "Hmm~… Master…" And she closes her eyes to savor the feeling.
I just rub her delicious breasts gently, avoiding pinching them, for now, then her breath starts to get heavier.
Good…
After rinsing all the soap, I slowly pull her closer from behind, making her the smaller spoon as we hug, then she curls up and leans on me as her tail stops wagging, provoking a heavy tightening in my chest as I realize something.
This is… what I want.
I want her to hug
me
, to make
me
feel safe…
No, that'll come later. Right now, I need to show her my mature side.
My hand glides downwards, reaching her neat little bush, and I start to play with it, eliciting another soft moan as her tail starts to wag again. Her trimmed hairs feel good on my hand since they're a little thicker there.
I don't want to waste any more time, so I pass my hand over her entrance, and her breath immediately becomes haggard. "Master…" She softly calls me.
Her pussy lips are small and slightly wet, so I just delicately rub them until they start to feel warmer, then I penetrate her with my finger. She flinches backward, and I pinch her nipple at the same time.
"Aahn~…!" She lets out a cute, gentle moan. This is a holy sound that men hear when the gates of heaven open, and I shall never forget how hers sound.
I slowly move my finger in and out, and I feel her legs quiver. With one hand, she grabs the side of my head while I breathe down her neck, and with the other, she grabs my hand on her breast and squeezes it.
My hand pleases her with steady movements, and I increase the speed little by little. The typical lewd sounds and smells of sex come out, then she closes her eyes and lets out her voice. It's a beautiful piece of music to my ears.
I bite her neck, I lick it, I kiss it. I keep going for a few minutes until she arches her back and her body tenses in orgasm, then she slowly relaxes and nearly passes out in my arms as it ends.
"What… was… that…?" She asks, out of breath.
"You don't know? That's a... climax," I answer with a sly grin.
She looks away, a little embarrassed. "Oh… that was a lot…
stronger
than I imagined."
I smile sadistically and caress her cheek. "There's still more, but I'll let you rest until later."
She gently holds my hand and nods while smiling. "T-thank you, Master…" She warmly whispers, then she suddenly becomes a bit anxious. "But… I haven't done anything for you."
I get an idea that makes my dick twitch. "Do you know how to use your mouth?"
She nods a little stiffly. "Yes… I was taught that."
I wonder how.
I release her from my hug, and she leaves the stool, then I sit down on it, and she gets on her knees.
She stares at my cock and blushes, then resolves herself and grabs it delicately. She opens her mouth wide, revealing her four cute canines, then slowly swallows it all. Those sharp teeth are slightly scary, but she seems to know how to keep them away from my skin.
Her mouth is warm and soft, but to be honest, the feeling isn't special, it's the view. A cute woman with a dick in her mouth is one of the most erotic sights I can imagine.
She starts to carefully move her head, and I feel her tongue moving around. Now
that
feels good.
"Rougher," I whisper, and she moves with more vigor.
Yes… what a good girl.
My sadistic side is going into overdrive due to her submissive behavior. I'm adapting so well to being a slave master it's scary.
She grabs the shaft and moves her hand along with her head, which just adds to the eroticism.
The pleasure; her face; the tension of these past few days; my fears and guilts surfacing; my dark desires that I'm forced to face; my wish for comfort and skinship. All these things contribute to me just wanting to let it out, so I don't last long, barely two minutes, making this the fastest I've ever came.
"I'm coming," I warn her, then I grunt as toe-curling orgasm seizes my entire body.
She doesn't pay attention to my warning and chokes on the cum, so she only swallows half of it, and the rest is wasted on the floor.
"Sorry, Master," she apologizes, sounding disappointed with herself.
I laugh and pat her head as I comfort her, "There's no problem, you were perfect."
I see a white trickle coming from the corner of her mouth and smile. This scene is just so erotic.
Oh, shit, I still haven't kissed her yet. What kind of gentleman am I if I get the order of things wrong? But there's no way I'm kissing her like this.
I awkwardly ask her, "Sorry, but can you brush your teeth? I want to kiss you, but I don't want to do it like this."
She widens her eyes for a second, then pulls out her toothbrush with a *poof* and starts brushing her teeth. After a few seconds, she murmurs something and casts [
Clean
] in her mouth.
Now that she's ready, we finally get into the bath together. She sits on my lap, and I hug her tight, then she relaxes her body against mine.
I look into her large orange eyes lustfully, then I finally kiss her.
She doesn't move her tongue much, so I work for both of us. I explore her mouth and cautiously avoid her sharper-than-normal canines. I'm really glad she's trained because those four teeth could've given me a nasty cut and a new trauma that I don't need.
She slowly gains confidence and starts moving her tongue energetically, rubbing it strongly against mine, asking for more pleasure, then we settle into a rhythm, and our tongues wrestle for a long time until they finally tire out. Kissing inside a hot bath is truly therapeutic.
I break the kiss, then she hugs me tight and leans her head against mine. It feels so good that it warms my heart and I almost cry. I finally got what I needed the most: a hug. Now I just want to fall asleep like this.
I'm not alone anymore.
--
My eyes start closing in sleepiness, then I hear a knock on the door. Our time is up, and we have to leave.
While feeling like I'm lifting a ton of concrete, I break our hug. She suddenly twitches and wakes up.
Oh, fucking hell. How are you so cute?
"S-sorry, I fell asleep," she drowsily apologizes as she rubs her eyes.
Is she blushing or is it the hot bath?
I yawn and pat her head. "No need to apologize for that," I whisper gently.
We quietly dress ourselves and go back to the inn to have dinner with her happily hugging my arm as we walk, then she pulls her chair right beside mine once we sit. I missed cute acts like this.
Selina comes into the dining hall and notices us. I instinctively freeze as if I was caught red-handed, and I clearly see her mouth move in an "ohoho~" kind of laugh, then she winks and goes back to work.
What was that…?
I shake my head and stop thinking about it.
I don't have the mind to think about it right now, and I don't even know what I want my relationship with Selina to be.
Basking in a post-orgasm glow, we don't talk much and just enjoy our meal, then we go back to our room for round two.
--
I lay down on the bed first and smile at her. She skips forward, then lays on top of me, and we start kissing.
We spend long minutes just exploring each other's mouths while my hand slowly explores every centimeter of her body, then I finally reach between her legs and play with her pussy lips just like before.
Her tongue moves with a new thirst she hadn't shown yet, then she suddenly breaks it and motions to take my clothes off. In a flash, we're both naked again, and we stop to stare at the other's body.
She's so… damn… cute!
I suddenly grab her body and spin, making her squeak, and now she's below me as we've switched positions.
She stares at me wide-eyed, surprised with my sudden action, then I smirk, and she relaxes again.
Sorry, but I'm the one in charge for our first time.
We immediately resume madly kissing, then I touch her pussy and she grips my shaft. Lewd noises start to come out as her wetness sticks to my fingers, and my precum drips onto her belly.
I untangle her from me and sit so that I can pull out my Ring of Fertility, which I promptly wear and turn on.
I like this name
.
I suddenly remember something, so I put a point in [Light Magic], then I pull out a towel and put it below her because you never know. She just patiently waits for me, but her body fidgets with anxiety.
I smile suggestively then get on top of her again, and she immediately opens her legs for me, spreading her sticky pussy lips apart as she invites me in.
I lower my hips so that the tip of my dick touches her lips, and she turns her eyes down, staring intensely at it as her tail slowly sways.
I whisper huskily, "I'm putting it in, okay?"
"Okay…" She responds shyly, her eyes still glued to my cock, and her tail starts to wag furiously.
I like how she's straightforward and doesn't hesitate. I guess this is the result of her "training," which makes things so much easier.
I control the sadism inside me and softly add, "If it hurts, tell me, please. We'll do it slowly."
She nods, then I push my hips forward and easily slide in. She's tight, so deliciously tight I almost grunt with pleasure.
She lets out a faint moan, then I feel some resistance, so I put a little more strength in it, and I get through.
She makes a pained face, so I stop and apply [
Regeneration
] on her.
"W-what? Magic?" She asks, looking a bit bewildered.
I nod and caress her cheek. "Yes, I don't like seeing you feeling pain."
Her furry ears twitch and she puckers her lips cutely, a little embarrassed. "Thank you, but it's alright now."
I feel her vagina relax, reducing the tightness just a little, so I pull back and take a look.
"I'm sorry, I bled a little," she awkwardly apologizes, sounding a bit guilty.
"Don't apologize, it's fine. Also, this is why I put a towel under us," I immediately soothe her, then I cast [
Clean
] and we both shiver as the magical cold feeling touches our genitals, but the spell isn't enough to remove the drop that already fell on the towel.
"I-I see…" She mumbles, and we awkwardly smile at each other.
Well, I guess that was actually a good idea.
I lean forward until I can feel her hot breath on my face, then I whisper warmly, "Tell me if it hurts again. I can apply [
Regeneration
] for a long time."
"Regen-... that's okay." She nods repeatedly and smiles.
I push it back in until I'm as deep as I can inside her, and we both moan in delight, though she does seem to feel a bit of pain.
Her folds quiver and she breathes erratically as her insides slowly adapt to the shape of my dick.
Before I can kiss her, she pushes her face against mine first, and we immediately kiss madly again.
Once I feel the heat increase on my shaft again, I start moving my hips, and she doesn't complain about the discomfort. It seems the spell also helped her vagina get comfortable with my thick cock spreading her small flower.
I slowly move in and out of her, then I grind my hips against her labia to stimulate her clit. The lewd fox girl melts under me as her whole body reacts to every thrust by squirming, the cute sounds that come from her mouth just fueling the domination fetishist within me.
I don't try to hold it in to last longer. It's her first time, I'm tired, and I just want to enjoy myself, so there's no pressure for me to perform.
Alissa's muffled moans gradually become voiceless as the pleasure builds up inside her. She starts writhing, then she closes her eyes and hugs me, digging her nails deep on my skin.
I cast [
Regeneration
] again on her just to be sure, but she's so consumed by the pleasure that she doesn't even notice it.
She starts to move her body to impale herself harder on me, her desperate thirst for cock fueling my fetishes further. I want to burn in my memory her cute, moaning face, I want a painting of it so that I can worship her.
Her breath becomes so rough it's impossible to continue kissing, so we pull our faces apart and stare at each other.
I grin confidently, and she bites her lip alluringly, then she turns her head away and opens her mouth, letting her moans freely escape. Her pretty little red lips are so captivating that I feel like biting them.
I grab her face and force her to look at me, her master, while I drive her to the peak of pleasure, and her two pretty orange irises stare deeply into me.
You're my precious treasure.
The dam finally breaks, and I release it all inside her with a guttural grunt. She grins madly and pushes my waist deeper into her.
"It feels so hot inside me," she whispers as she watches my cock slowly slide out of her.
Then we let the embers in our hearts slowly cool down as we just stare at each other's eyes. Our hot and quickened breaths slow down, then we kiss one more time.
--
Alissa conjures some water into a bucket to clean us both. A substantial trickle of water comes out of her finger as it turns into a faucet. I guess this is what Ghulam meant when they said she's trained in "lifestyle" magic. She knows enough magic that it's useful in the day-to-day.
I look at the stained towel on the bed curiously, but she quickly snatches it to give it a wash.
After she washes us both, we go back to hugging on the bed and sleep together naked.
--
This time, I don't have a nightmare. I just dream that I'm back in the bath, hugging her.
--
I hear a knock on the door.
"The breakfast is ready," Selina's muffled voice reaches my ears.
I open my eyes and see Alissa's face. Her pretty orange eyes stare lovingly at me, then her ears twitch, and she smiles adorably. Cuteness, first thing in the morning.
"Good morning, Master," she whispers warmly, and I see her tail swaying from behind her.
"Good morning…" I whisper back, then I cup her cheek, and she closes her eyes in delight from my touch. "Were you awake for long? You don't have to keep hugging me if you are uncomfortable."
Her arms pull me closer and she pouts. "I wasn't uncomfortable. I've never slept like this before, but I enjoyed it a lot."
I nod gently and caress her silky hair. "We'll always sleep like this from now on. I don't want to sleep alone ever again."
She smiles and nuzzles her face on my chest. I want to close my eyes again and go to sleep like this, but hunger wins. We get up and start getting dressed, then I stretch and yawn happily.
I slept like a baby. I didn't toss around in my sleep and my back doesn't hurt. It seems the best medicine for sleep is Alissa.
I turn around to put on my pants, and she gasps.
"Master, I apologize for this," she guiltily announces.
I look at her and raise an eyebrow. "What?"
"Your back is scratched," she mutters, then looks down dejectedly, and her posture shrinks.
I chuckle softly. At least whatever compels her to not "harm" me isn't
that
sensitive. Then I shake my head and reassure her, "That's proof that a man did his job, so don't worry about it."
She nods, still worried and embarrassed, but lets it go.
--
We happily eat our breakfast in silence, but I just want to stare at Alissa eating, though.
Did they put extra spice? The soup tastes better today.
Once she finishes it up, I encourage her, "If you're hungry, it's okay to ask for more. If you become malnourished, your performance will fall."
"Understood, Master," she responds with a happy nod.
Good girl.
"Also, are you okay?" I probe and watch her intensely. "Thinking of last night, are you uncomfortable or feeling pain somewhere?"
Her ears stand up in attention and she shakes her head emphatically. "I'm fine. Your spells eased any pain I had. Thank you, Master."
We smile at each other like two silly lovebirds and finish our meal.
--
After breakfast, we go back to our room. I'm starting to feel like doing it again, but I need to take it easy with her. She was a virgin just yesterday, after all, and we also have to talk about something serious.
We sit on the bed facing each other, and I assume a more serious tone as I request, "Now, then. Can you open your own status window?"
"Yes, Master," she diligently replies.
I open my own "Status," and see that under "Affiliations," there's the entry: "Alissa (Blood Slave)."
"Then tell me every-…" I stop mid-sentence.
Ho-ho-ho, Christmas came early!
There's a new button below all the other "menu" options I have, and it's named "Followers."
I click it.
--
['Info']
[Name: Alissa | Age: 16 | Race: Fox-Type Wereanimal]
[HP: 100 | MP: 125 | Magic Power: 24]
[Level: 24]
['Stats']
[Strength: 11 | Endurance: 18 | Dexterity: 22]
[Speed: 20 | Intelligence: 11 | Wisdom: 12]
[Willpower: 16 | Charisma: 10 | Piety: 15]
[Perception: 17 | Sanity: 15]
['Other']
[.Status Effects: 'NONE'.]
[.Titles: 'NONE'.]
[.Affiliations: 'Blood Slave (Owner, Wolf Ryder)'.]
[.Companions: 'NONE'.]
[.Crimes: 'NONE'.]
--
Damn, girl. Those are some high stats. I'm jealous.
I also have the option to look at her skills and magic.
--
['Alissa Skill Report']
['Physical']
[Skill Name: Level | Skill Name: Level | Skill Name: Level]
[Sword Use: 0+9 | Bow Use: 0+20 | Parry: 0+4]
[Dodge: 0+2 | Sense Presence: 0+5 | Hide Presence: 0+3]
[Enhanced Olfact: 0+5 | Enhanced Hearing: 0+3 | Pain Resistance: 0+2]
[Hawk Eyes: 0+1 | Muscle Explosion: 0+1 | Quiet Steps: 0+3]
[Quiet Action: 0+2 | Tracking: 0+2]
['Magical']
[Skill Name: Level | Skill Name: Level | Skill Name: Level]
[Sense Mana: 0+1 | Mana Control: 0+1 | Fire Magic: 0+1]
[Light Magic: 0+1 | Space Magic: 0+1 | Conjuring Magic: 0+1]
['Miscellaneous']
[Skill Name: Level | Skill Name: Level | Skill Name: Level]
[Housework: 0+3 | Cooking: 0+2 | Cleaning: 0+2]
[Washing: 0+5 | Riding: 0+2 | Oral Technique: 0+4]
[Hand Technique: 0+2 | Fox Transformation (innate): 4]
--
Holy shit girl, you're strong.
[Tracking] is a skill that goes up to level five, so I guess it's not a bad thing she's at level two. Miscellaneous skills like [Cooking], [Cleaning], and [Housework] generally only go up to level ten, so she's not inexperienced in them. Oral and [Hand Technique] are clearly sexual, so it's true she was "trained" in sex. Also, now I know why she's so good at washing. And what's that (innate) skill? I never saw anything like it on my skill list. And finally, I'm really worried about how she got that [Pain Resistance].
Her magic is:
--
['Spells']
[Clean | Spirit Light (Weak) | Conjure Water | Conjure Bland Meal (weak) | Fireball]
[Telekinesis | Item Box (weak)]
--
I guess that "(weak)" means she learned [
Item Box
], [
Conjure Bland Meal
], and [
Spirit Light
] even though she doesn't have enough skill points for it.
I see she has four unassigned skill points, and I can assign them just like I can do for myself. I can add and remove points, but I can't remove from trained skills, and I can't add to that (innate) one.
Still… This. Is. Fucking. Amazing!
"Master, what is it?" She innocently asks and tilts her head cutely. Heart damage.
"Hmm…" I rub my chin in thought and tentatively ask, "Is it possible for someone to see someone else's status screen?"
She blinks blankly twice. "You mean, like with an Inspection Crystal?"
I shake my head and gently grab her hand, which she responds by interlacing her fingers with mine. "More like seeing someone else's screen like you see your own."
"Huh…" She mumbles, and her ears flick. "Never heard of it. Only the Crystal should be able to look into someone's soul."
"Well. Here's a secret you have to keep." -I smile excitedly- "I can see your status screen like it's my own."
"Wha-wha-what?!" She stutters and stares at me incredulously.
I casually shrug. "That's how it is. To prove it, let me tell you something personal: you have four skill points in [Oral Technique]," I tease her and smirk.
She gasps and her eyes widen, then she starts blushing heavily.
But now the sadist is in control again, so I tease her further, "Tell me, how did you learn that skill?"
"I-I didn't!" She suddenly exclaims as her hands shake, her tail goes stiff, and her voice cracks, seemingly about to cry. "I mean, it wasn't real… I swear! I-it's wood…! Please!" She's in a full-on panic.
I grab her shoulders and stare straight into her eyes. "Calm down! That's not what I meant."
She winces and quickly recomposes herself. "Y-yes… that's right… I'm sorry, I lost my temper, Master. I-I deserve punishment for this." She suddenly bows and keeps her head low.
I scoff and flatly reply, rather annoyed at her behavior, "You don't deserve punishment." Then I gently push her up, but she still keeps her head down.
"Thank you, Master," she mutters demurely.
I'm weak to her cuteness, so I break into a smile as I ask, "Now, you said wood?"
She raises her head and looks at me nervously, then her eyes shift about. "Y-yes… The Chieftess brought wooden penises for us to practice on. She showed me the act, and I copied it. It was so embarrassing…"
I wonder how she'd feel if she had to show her skills during customs. Well, anyways… I at least have to give my thanks to this "Chieftess" for her thoughtfulness. Alissa's blowjob felt
really
good.
I simply smirk at her, and she pouts due to my teasing, then something dawns on her, and she asks, "But, Master, how are you doing it? I've never heard of such a skill."
I awkwardly massage my neck and look away.
I… don't want to tell her the whole truth yet.
I stare at her and answer seriously, "It's only possible with you because you're my slave, but I can't tell you how I do it. Also, remember that this is a secret, so don't tell anyone."
"Understood," she nods energetically. Even her nods have their own charm.
Fuck, I'm way too crazy about her right now.
I clear my head of these silly thoughts so I can focus on continuing the questioning. "Now, how did you learn [
Item Box
]?"
She hesitates for a moment, then she responds unsurely, "I copied the Chieftess' mana manipulation until I was able to cast the spell." My questions may be confusing her, but she's not comfortable enough in asking what the fuck is wrong with me, yet.
"Hm… let's start at the beginning. How is magic learned, in general?"
She nods slowly, and her voice becomes even more hesitant. "It's common to start learning spells while one's still a child. In my case, I hugged the Chieftess while she practiced magic until I learned [Sense Mana], then I copied the feeling I had when hugging her until I learned [Mana Control]. After that, I trained to increase my mana pool until I had enough mana to use [
Item Box
], then, finally, I copied her mana manipulation until I was able to cast it. It went the same way for [
Conjure Bland Meal
] and [
Spirit Light
]. It's essential for a hunter to have those spells, so I trained more intensively than a normal child to learn them."
Then I'll do the same thing with her until I learn those skills and spells. Possibly at night, before I abuse her body.
I rub my chin in thought. "I see… Now, what is [Muscle Explosion]?"
Her voice now becomes completely robotic. "It's a skill that lets me do a really strong or really fast movement for a split second. It's useful in avoiding a fatal strike that you can't avoid entirely or quickly launching two arrows."
I guessed so from the test I did on the skill, and it also seems to be how the Orc Headhunter might have been able to dodge the [
Ice Lance
] from Rania.
"How did you get [Pain Resistance]?"
"That's…" -She looks down worriedly and her ears go flat- "Please understand that I'm the one who insisted on it." If she wasn't talking in such a serious tone, I'd be squealing at her cuteness.
I frown in confusion. "What…? What does it mean?"
"I asked for the Chieftess to torture me."
Wow.
I let my eyebrows shoot up and stare at her very worriedly. "Uh… and why would you do that?"
She straightens her posture and her ears perk up, then she puts her hands on her lap in a lady-like way and proudly declares with a practiced tone, "I'm supposed to be a tool. I'm to be used in combat or as a sex slave as you see fit, so I can't afford to fail because of pain. It would bring great shame to my clan if the soldiers they train can't reach the utmost of their potential due to such a simple weakness. The Chieftess was too soft, she didn't want to do it, but I insisted until she gave in, so please, don't think she's a bad person. It's just my duty to be strong."
That's excessive. She really takes her duty seriously, but I'm starting to feel bad for her. That Chieftess also sounds like a mother, but I don't think I should ask her about that right now.
I also straighten my posture and assume a more serious tone. "Well, again, I must say I'm sorry because I don't plan on putting you in any sort of situation that will require you to use that skill."
She stays still for a few seconds, then lowers her head, bites her lip, and clenches her fist. After a few seconds of emotions building up, she leans forward and rests her head against my shoulder.
The composure from before is completely gone as she softly whispers, "Thank you, for being so kind. I… am glad you bought me. I know it's my duty to be a tool, but I'm still glad you're my master."
Even if she's brainwashed into wanting to fulfill her "duty," it doesn't change the fact that she'll feel better if she's treated like a human… werefox, I mean.
I hug her and pat her head, then we stay like this for a while. She slowly turns around to get herself more comfortable until I'm hugging her from behind.
My cheek rubs on hers, and I can clearly smell the perfume I bought for her. She slowly recovers from her emotional state, and I feel her cheeks burn against mine.
After a while longer, her embarrassment subsides, so I continue, "What is [Fox Transformation]?"
She turns her head to the side and sends me a subtle confused glance, then her breath tickles my neck as she speaks, "It's the racial skill of all wereanimals. My type is fox, so I can turn into a large one, and I'm really proud of its size" -she smiles excitedly- "and since you're small, you can even ride on me."
Argh, emotional damage. I'm conscious of being small and thin, but still, that's cool as fuck.
"That's amazing, I really want to see that," I approve and give her a warm look.
She smiles back, then faces forward and returns to our previous hugging position.
"Master… do you allow me to ask one question?" She asks tentatively.
I pat her head. "Yes, you may. You can ask anything you want, actually."
I'll likely lie because I still don't want to explain everything to her. I know it's bad to lie, but it just
hurts
to talk about it. I'm not ready to open up that can of worms. Besides, creating a rather believable lie might even be useful in the future if I have to explain myself to others, so I have to determine its believability by her reaction.
She frowns slightly and her ears twitch cutely as she asks, "The questions you ask me are…
odd
. Forgive me for saying this, but why haven't you learned these things? Even a commoner's child would've learned from their parents a simple spell like [
Clean
]."
I gently caress her head and calmly lie through my teeth, "Think of it like this: I'm a foreigner from a really, really far land. The common sense here is just way too different from the one in my homeland, so I've been trying to get the general sense for how things are done here to not stand out."
Her ears perk up as it dawns on her. "Oh! I understand, Master, but how far is it that you never met another wereanimal?"
I look away and think for a moment. "I'm… well, it's difficult to give you a sense of distance since even I don't know because I teleported here. My origin is another secret, so let's just say that I come from somewhere far and poor if you're ever asked about it. Also, it's okay to say I never told you the name of where I come from."
Her tail stops swaying as she mutters, "I see…" And I feel a hint of disappointment in her voice.
I can't let the awkward atmosphere settle, so quickly I move on. "Next topic. Do you pray?"
Her tail starts swaying again, and she answers earnestly, "Yes, I do. I pray to the God of War for glory in battle and the God of Endurance to allow me to fulfill my duty." -
I'm not really surprised with her choice of gods
- "Do the people of your homeland not know about the Humanoid Gods, Master?"
I nod. "Correct. Which is why I think I should start praying to them, but how should I do it?"
She tilts her head cutely and I pat her harder. "Hm… just ask for help? The gods may have lost their mortality and bonds with the land, but they still have their own personalities, their likes, and their dislikes. The God of War and the God of Endurance were simple men during their lives, so I just ask them for glory in battle and the power to keep standing after."
I scratch my head as I think. "Do you, uh… hold your hands to pray or do some sort of ceremony, like, get on your knees? Do you give them offerings or something like that?"
She shakes her head gently. "There's no need. Praying is the way you tell them how you wish to be helped, and they're gods who focus on results, so they'll help you when you need and become happy when you succeed."
How practical. I like these gods.
I pat her head absentmindedly. "Hm… I'm thinking about praying for the God of the Sun, the Goddess of Growth, and the Goddess of Knowledge. What do you think?"
She sends me a curious glance. "God of the Sun? I don't know why people would pray for him unless you're royalty."
I smile wryly. "Yeah, well, I have my reasons."
"Okay…" She mumbles, still a bit awkward with my ignorance. "Continuing, the Goddess of Growth is a good one to pray to if you're training hard. She's also known to help the Goddess of Fertility and the Goddess of Plants."
I guess the interpretation of "growth" is quite liberal, then.
"But why the Goddess of Knowledge? Wouldn't the God of War be better for an adventurer?" She continues probing. Her curiosity has led her to forget her slave training, which pleases me a lot.
"I'm actually more of a mage, so I want to improve my magic, and I also think knowledge should be helpful in understanding this place since I'm a foreigner," I smile wryly as I answer.
Her ears twitch again, and I almost squeal. "Oh! You're a mage who can use the sword? Ah, yes, you
did
use [
Regeneration
] on me last night. But that's amazing, Master!" She looks at me wide-eyed.
That's enough praise, please
. "Then I think the Goddess of Knowledge is a good choice. If we please the God of War enough, then he could bless you even if you don't pray to him."
What a nice guy.
"Then how should I pray for them?"
I pat her head more intensely, and she closes her eyes for a moment to enjoy it before answering, "I don't know much about the God of the Sun, but maybe you should ask for a hard day's work? For the Goddess of Growth, you have to wish to improve with all your willpower; that's how the priest taught me. The Goddess of Knowledge is very finicky, so you maybe should ask a scholar about how you should pray, but from what I understood, you need to wish to seek knowledge without 'cloudy eyes' and to always write a book about what you know."
"Cloudy eyes"? Is that bias? I guess I should talk to Ciel about it.
I give her a little squeeze in appreciation. "That's all I had to ask. Do you have any questions about me?"
She grabs my hand on her belly and also gives it an appreciative squeeze. "Not right now, Master."
"Then let's form a fellowship."
A fellowship of the rin-... nah. Anyway, it's like a game "party." It allows us to share experience and to always know the position of each other. The dungeoneering advice book said it's the first thing a group of people working together should do. Also, I feel like I don't want to ever break this fellowship with her.
We interlace the fingers of our right hand with each other and recite the phrase in unison, "We swear to share our war and our soul and to always keep each other's company."
In my menu screen, under "Companions," the entry "Alissa" appears. If I concentrate and think about her, I should be able to sense the direction and her distance from me, but it doesn't work properly right now since she's too close.
I release her hand and crawl close to her, then I caress her cheek as I gently tell her, "Let's go to the hunters' guild after lunch. Right now, I want to savor you." I suddenly hug her tightly and throw us onto the bed.
"YAH!" She screams in surprise at the sudden attack.
I kiss her deeply as my hand explores her body, then her tongue starts to respond.
I've always considered myself the "clingy" type, and it was so bad that I'd hold myself back because I always wanted to touch and hug Lily whenever possible. I feel like Alissa won't say no to me, even if she doesn't want to cuddle, so I'll have to learn her limits with skinship, too, even though I don't want to.
Shit, thinking about Lily makes me feel guilty, but I told myself I'd enjoy this world, dammit. I'll do whatever I want!
The kissing escalates, and soon we're naked again.
I lick her nipples, suck on them, pinch them lightly, and worship them. This time, I take my time caressing her body until I make her wet without even touching her down there.
Then I stop and stare at her with a grin. Her thighs rub against each other and she pants softly, already out of breath.
"You want it?" I whisper in a husky tone.
She doesn't answer, but she licks her lips.
"Tell me what you want," I press her further.
She looks at me with a shy pout, and the way her delicate lips press together makes my cock twitch, then she softly pleads, "P-please put it in, Master."
If a phrase could be considered art, that would be it.
This time she's more relaxed, so she's not so tight, and she doesn't make a pained face when I slide in.
She keeps her eyes open, locked with mine, and we enter a trance as our bodies move on their own, fueled by the mad desire to fuck.
I don't try to hold it in, and soon, I splurge all over her taut belly.
I'll slowly increase the time I last to match her own sexual stamina. Doing too much and too hard might hurt her for now, so I have to ease her into the world of sex.
After a quick wash, I hug her, and we doze off.
--
I wake up feeling hungry, so I look out the window and notice that, by the position of the sun, it isn't even noon yet.
I slowly detach myself from Alissa's body and get up, then she also gets up immediately after. She must've been sleeping lightly.
This time, I have her teach me how to brush her hair and tail. I'm a little bit afraid of damaging her fur or hurting her, so I let her finish the job after learning the basics.
We get up, and she cringes again at the new set of love marks she left on my back.
Then we go downstairs, and I see something that melts my heart.
"What is that… animal?" I point to the cute little creature.
I see a forty centimeters tall cute little squirrel with a cute little apron and a cute miniature broom. It sweeps the floor of the inn while humming in a cute little voice and smiling cutely. It has a slightly oversized cute hand with rather long fingers that let it grip things easily.
Alissa hums amusedly and assumes a teaching tone as she educates me, "That's a nature spirit. They're souls of people who didn't want to leave the land, so they fused with the souls of nature and materialized like this. If you give it something it likes, it might help you. Also, it's a good omen to see one happily working in an inn…" -She squeezes my hand and lowers her voice- "But, Master, they're everywhere, how come you never saw one?"
I scramble to search for another lie. "Erm… perhaps the souls in my homeland never linger long. I guess our priests are just good." I shrug.
She gives a look of wonder. "I see, so it must be a place full of good Spirit mages, then."
I grin and immediately change the topic with a whisper, "Can I pet it?"
She looks at me with pitying eyes. "It'll just dematerialize if you try. You have to win its trust first."
Awn… let's just move on and have lunch, then.
--
Every so often, we find a minstrel on the streets, singing about something random. This seems to be a profitable job since most of them have quite a bit of coin in their tipping hats. Though, for me, they sound kinda bad. The instant translation inside my brain prevents me from enjoying the poetry, and the instruments they use, mostly lutes or harps, are rather crude.
"Curious about the minstrels, Master?" Alissa asks, failing to hold back a slightly smug smile.
I smile wryly. "Uh, yes. Seems profitable to sing on the streets."
"Only because it's the month of Song. Because of the Festivals of Seasons, the temple encourages us to tip the singers."
"Huh, curious…"
Alissa smiles at my innocence.
Money is short, so we buy a cheap meal with some Rabid Rabbit meat, then we go to the hunters' guild.
I'll register Alissa because that gives the guild a paper trail that she's with me. This also marks that she's reliable so she can do business in my stead in the future.
But then the attendant raises an eyebrow when she looks at Alissa's ID card.
It's the sexual skills, right?
I also register our fellowship. It's just a courtesy, but the guild likes it because they can better organize the hunters in times of crisis.
For some reason, you have to name your fellowship. I think about naming it "Fellowship of the Ring," but I worry about copyright laws in this game, erm, world, so I try to think of something more appropriate.
Alissa tilts her head in confusion and questions, "Master… why are you looking so serious? It's just a name isn't it?"
No, little one, this is my banner, my heraldry, my legacy, my legend. I can't screw up and end up like I did with my new name where I feel uncomfortable when people call me Wolf Ryder. I need a strong name that instills pride when it's uttered.
"You wouldn't understand," I wryly answer.
Alissa gives me a troubled look while the female attendant shrugs. She has seen this scene more than once.
Honestly, nothing feels appropriate, but it's not like people are going to laugh at this name, so I'll just pick a reference to something I like. I kind of like astronomy even though it's not my area, so I pick something in reference to that.
"Helios," I write down the name. Maybe the God of the Sun will get the reference.
The attendant takes the papers away, then a few minutes later the entry "Helios (Fellowship)" appears under "Affiliations" on our status screen.
With that, we move towards the training grounds.
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I give her hand a gentle squeeze and state, "I want to see you train the sword and the bow a bit to get a feel for your strength. I also want to spend the afternoon here so that I can train my magic."
Her ears point up and her tail sways faster as she gives me a proud smile. "Understood, Master. I'm sure you won't be disappointed with my skills."
We enter the grounds, and Toga's gaze immediately finds me.
Nope, not today. I'll be training magic on my corner veeery far away from you.
But first, I watch Alissa spar with an instructor, and thankfully, it isn't Toga. It's a much gentler man, but he's no less skilled than the glaring beast.
Alissa flows with the sword, making dodging and parrying seem effortless, then she smoothly weaves in attacks with blinding speed. She's truly fast, though the instructor is still faster.
I'm actually curious why she's so good at dodging and parrying since her level in those skills are lower than mine. Perhaps it's the "Speed" and "Dexterity" that combine with the skill and work as some sort of multiplier, so she doesn't need a high skill to be effective.
Then I notice that a few men stare at Alissa intensely.
Shoo, go away, that one is mine. There are other women here that are also training, so go bother them.
After a few minutes, I go to my corner and continue watching from afar. I ask the Goddess of Growth to help me increase my MP so I can always have mana to heal and support Alissa, then I start my [
Fireball
] routine.
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After an hour, Alissa switches to the bow, and she quickly draws a crowd with her archery skills. Her speed is comparable to the instructors, but her accuracy is unmatched. She's my own female Legolas.
She looks ferocious as she fires arrow after arrow, her eyes staring towards her target like a hawk does to its prey. It's a complete reverse of how she is in bed, kind of the inverse of me.
Alissa keeps taking my concentration away with her beauty and magnificence, so my training routine is sloppier than before, but it's okay since I enjoy watching her very much.
When dusk comes, we return to the inn and reserve another bath. I'm way too tired for anything, so we just cuddle and kiss in the hot water.
After dinner, I ask her to use her mouth, and she happily gobbles it up, eager to show her skills.
She gives me a constant and smooth pleasure, and I close my eyes to enjoy it to the fullest. This time, she understands my warning and doesn't choke.
Then we sleep together while hugging each other again.
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I dream of Alissa shooting goblins while I laugh and drink tea.