Chapitre 12: Rapid Progression
Alexa felt utterly filled and warm, like her entire being consisted solely of Yvariel's potent seed. A blissful haze enveloped her senses as she gradually drifted back to awareness. She noticed Yvariel had turned her around, cradling Alexa's pliant form against her powerful frame. The blonde instinctively wrapped her legs around her mistress's waist and her arms around Yvariel's neck, nuzzling her face into the crook of the raven-haired beauty's shoulder.
As she blinked her eyes open, Alexa caught sight of Eira and Lena trailing just behind them on horseback. Glancing down, she realized both she and Yvariel were mounted as well, with the smaller girl nestled securely in her mistress's lap. Alexa flashed a warm smile at her sister-wenches, who cheerfully waved in return.
The horses slowed to a stop as they reached a stone road cutting through the wilderness, flanked by dense forestry on either side. Alexa felt Yvariel's arm tighten around her waist as the warrior-woman gracefully dismounted, keeping her firmly impaled on that incredible cock. A soft moan slipped from the blonde's lips and she peppered tender kisses along Yvariel's neck as they led the horses off the path, deeper into the trees.
Once they found a suitable clearing, Yvariel, Eira and Lena secured the mounts before the raven-haired mistress patted Alexa's plump rear. With a gentle push, she began easing the blonde wench off her thick shaft. Alexa whimpered, her sphincter instinctively clenching around that wonderful cock in a desperate bid to keep it buried inside her. But a firm slap to her ass had the blonde instantly relaxing, allowing Yvariel to slip free.
As soon as her feet found the ground, Alexa pressed herself flush against her mistress's side, arms winding tightly around one of Yvariel's and hugging it between her breasts. She felt so cuddly and affectionate in this moment, craving her owner's warmth and reassuring presence. Yvariel chuckled richly at the clingy display, stroking Alexa's silky hair as she guided her towards a fallen tree.
"Easy there, my sweet," she murmured, gently prying her arm free from Alexa's clinging embrace. "Wake yourself up a bit more."
Alexa was reluctant to let go, wanting nothing more than to remain plastered against Yvariel's side. But she knew better than to defy her mistress. With a tiny pout, she forced herself to release the older woman, immediately missing the contact.
"Take out our camp supplies, little one," Yvariel instructed, gesturing around the small clearing. "We'll be staying here for the duration of these quests."
The blonde nodded obediently, though her brows knitted in contemplation as she scanned through her inventory storage. After a moment's hesitation, she met Yvariel's inquisitive gaze.
"Actually...I think I can try something different this time," Alexa ventured cautiously. At her mistress's prompting look, she continued. "It might be easier than having to manually set up camp."
Focusing her will, Alexa selected the "Camp Supplies" inventory item. But instead of simply taking it out, she concentrated on using or activating it in some way. Her breath caught in her throat as ghostly outlines and shimmering transparencies suddenly flickered into view all around her - the framework for a fully constructed campsite.
"Where should I place the camp?" she asked, turning to Yvariel with an awed expression. The warrior-woman considered for a moment before gesturing a few paces away from the fallen tree.
Alexa directed her attention there and gave it one last pulse of will. In the blink of an eye, the translucent shapes solidified into physical form - a complete encampment with tents, bedrolls, a fire pit and more, all set up and ready without any labor required.
Before Alexa could react, Yvariel swiftly scooped her up in a fierce embrace, crushing their bodies together as she buried her face in the smaller girl's hair.
"You really are my most precious treasure, aren't you?" The raven-haired beauty murmured against Alexa's golden hair. She could only nod shyly, pressing herself closer to feel the steady thrum of her mistress's heartbeat.
The tender moment stretched on for a few lingering seconds before Yvariel finally released her with obvious reluctance. Clearing her throat, Yvariel turned to address Eira.
"Get started training Alexa in swordplay," she ordered. "I want her to have at least a basic proficiency with blade-work, so she can protect herself in a worst case scenario when magic isn't an option."
Eira nodded and reached out, taking Alexa's hand to gently guide her a short distance away. As the pair moved off, Yvariel gripped Lena by the arm and tugged the redhead towards the newly set up camp's bedroll. Alexa couldn't resist a parting glance over her shoulder, her breath catching at the sight of Yvariel already burying her incredible length into Lena's slick slit. The blonde felt a fresh gush of arousal flood her nether lips as she watched her mistress's hips pistoning powerfully, that huge cock reaming out her sister-wench's pussy.
"Eyes forward, Alexa," Eira chided with a light laugh, drawing Alexa's attention back to the task at hand. "You'll get your turn with Mistress soon enough. For now, let's focus on the blade."
Alexa felt her cheeks flush hot with embarrassment at being so transparently enthralled by the lewd display. She quickly nodded, forcing her gaze away from the deliciously obscene sight of Yvariel vigorously rutting into Lena.
"Take out your sword," Eira instructed once they reached a suitable space, already drawing her own blade.
The younger girl extended her hand, concentrating as she mentally commanded the weapon into existence. A heartbeat later, it appeared in her grasp.
Steel Sword
Damage: 8 | Weight: 10 | Value: 144
"Well done," Eira said with an approving nod. "Let's start with the basics - how to properly grip the sword."
She launched into a patient lesson, first demonstrating the correct way to wrap her fingers around the leather-wrapped hilt, her other hand bracing the pommel. Alexa mirrored the stance, brow furrowing as she concentrated on adjusting her grip under Eira's watchful gaze.
"Good, you've got it," Eira said. "Now your footwork. Keep your legs shoulder-width apart and knees bent to maintain balance." She showed Alexa how to ground herself, weight shifting fluidly from foot to foot. "Don't lock your knees or you'll get knocked over easily."
Alexa nodded, carefully moving her weight back and forth to get a feel for the proper stance. Eira circled around, making minor adjustments to Alexa's posture.
"Excellent form. You're picking this up really quickly," Eira smiled. "Next, we'll go over some basic sword strikes."
One by one, she demonstrated offensive moves - overhead chops, side slashes, thrusting stabs. For each, Eira broke down the components like footwork, grip shifts, and swing paths. Alexa watched intently, eyes sharp as she absorbed every nuance.
When it was Alexa's turn to practice, she mirrored the techniques with unnatural ease, as if her body instinctively understood the movements once properly instructed.
ONE-HANDED INCREASED TO 3
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"You're doing remarkably well for a novice," Eira remarked, circling Alexa with an appraising eye as her new sister-wench flowed through the sword forms. "Most struggle for weeks to reach this level."
Alexa simply nodded as she refused to let the praise break her focus. She continuously repeated the basic drills, committing every detail to muscle memory.
ONE-HANDED INCREASED TO 6
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After that fifth increase, Alexa's meteoric progression slowed somewhat, her skills still climbing rapidly under Eira's expert guidance but at a more natural, incremental rate.
For nearly two hours, they continued practicing in the peaceful forest glade. Alexa followed Eira's lead without complaint, body glistening with exertion as she worked through the fundamental sword techniques. No matter how labored her breathing or heavy her perspiration, the blonde refused to stop, utterly focused on mastering the basics.
ONE-HANDED INCREASED TO 8
ONE-HANDED INCREASED TO 9
By the time Yvariel strolled over, with Lena stumbling behind her looking thoroughly ravaged, Alexa felt she had made solid progress. Eira snapped to attention at their mistress's approach, only to cry out in surprise when Yvariel abruptly seized and bent her against a tree. The green-eyed mistress wasted no time burying her still-rigid dick into Eira's defenseless asshole, taking her pleasure with very quick strokes.
Lena stumbled over to where Alexa sat catching her breath, the blonde's massive tits heaving from the intensive sword training with Eira. The redhead flashed a warm, reassuring smile. "Ready to give archery a try?"
Alexa nodded eagerly, excitement bubbling up inside her. She sprang to her feet as Lena retrieved a simple hunting bow and a quiver of arrows, beckoning her to follow with a crook of her finger. They walked a short distance away to where several targets had been set up amidst the trees.
Rather than launching straight into instruction, Lena took a more hands-on approach. Lena stepped up behind Alexa, her body pressing flush against the blonde's back. "Keep your feet shoulder-width apart," she purred, warm breath fanning over Alexa's ear and sending a shiver down her spine.
Lena's hands roamed freely, molding Alexa's stance with a featherlight touch that left a trail of delicious fire across her skin. She gently adjusted Alexa's arm positioning, fingers tracing along the curves of her biceps and forearms.
"Bend at the knees to maintain balance," Lena murmured huskily. As she spoke, her hands drifted lower, thumbs kneading into the small of Alexa's back to coax her muscles into the proper form.
Alexa struggled to keep her breathing steady, arousal pooling between her thighs from Lena's intimate instruction. But the redhead was an excellent teacher, and her patient guidance allowed Alexa's focus to gradually sharpen.
"Good, just like that," Lena finally purred in approval. "Now nock your arrow."
She demonstrated the technique slowly, hands guiding Alexa's through each nuanced motion of knocking the arrow and drawing the bowstring taut. All the while, Lena's lithe form undulated against the blonde in a maddeningly sensual rhythm.
"Breathe in..." Lena's voice was a sultry rasp as her fingers trailed up Alexa's abdomen, dipping beneath fabric to gently tease her clit. "Hold it..."
Alexa's breath caught in her throat, every nerve ending alight from Lena's touches. She fought to keep her aim steady, bowstring taut and quivering.
"And release."
On the final exhale, Alexa loosed the arrow. It sailed through the air to thunk solidly into the outermost ring of the target.
ARCHERY INCREASED TO 1
"Excellent start," Lena praised, rewarding Alexa with a lingering, open-mouthed kiss along the column of her throat. "But keep your elbow higher and don't drop your shoulder."
They continued on in that manner for what felt like an eternity to Alexa's lust-addled mind. With each subtle correction, Lena's hands and lips roamed more brazenly, leaving a scorching path across the blonde's feverish skin. And with every successful shot, Alexa's archery skill climbed at a startling rate.
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After the fifth increase, Alexa's meteoric progression began to slow just like it had with Eira's sword lesson, but her archery skill continued developing at a more natural pace under Lena's intimate tutelage over the next two hours. But the redhead's teasing touches only escalated, growing more bold in stoking the flames of Alexa's desire.
ARCHERY INCREASED TO 6
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By now, Lena had hiked up Alexa's skirts, the blonde's legs trembling as skilled fingers worked her dripping slit. Alexa could scarcely focus through the pleasure assaulting her senses.
With a supreme effort of willpower, she nocked her next arrow and drew the bowstring taut, every muscle taut and quivering like a livewire. Lena's free hand shamelessly fondled Alexa's breasts as her tongue lapped at the blonde's exposed neck.
"That's it..." she whispered against Alexa's flushed skin. "Just a little more...release..."
On that final, ragged exhalation, Alexa's world went white as a shattering climax crashed over her. The arrow flew true, burying itself in the center of the target just as her knees buckled.
ARCHERY INCREASED TO 8
Lena caught the trembling, panting girl in her arms, and guided Alexa back towards the bedrolls. There lay Yvariel, hips still pistoning relentlessly as she thoroughly reamed Eira's well-abused asshole. Eira's belly was distended obscenely, sloshing with the sheer volume of seed pumped into her.
Alexa felt her mouth water hungrily at the lewd sight before her. Without really thinking, she crawled closer and began lapping at the streaks of cum coating Eira's trembling body. A deep chuckle rumbled from Yvariel, who released her grip on Eira's hips to instead grab Alexa's collar. With a sharp tug, she guided the panting girl's lips onto her hard cock, roughly face-fucking her for several seconds before unleashing a thick torrent of fresh semen directly down Alexa's throat.
The blonde's eyes fluttered closed as she swallowed eagerly, and she blushed slightly when she saw that the Hungry and Thirsty effects slowly changed into Peckish and Slightly Thirsty. When Yvariel finally pulled away, Alexa was left feeling delightfully full yet craving more - fantasizing about subsisting purely off her mistress's seed.
Alexa gave one last lingering glance at the Inseminated status effect. Feeling sated, at least for the moment, she opened her inventory and focused her will on 'using' the Spell Tome of Healing entry.
The tome immediately appeared within her hands and then took on a life of its own, its pages fluttering rapidly from about a third of the way through to nearly two-thirds complete. Motes of soft, golden light swirled forth, drawn towards Alexa's body and seeping into her pores. She closed her eyes, enjoying the warm, tingling sensation that suffused her very being. When she opened them again, she was smiling contentedly.
Spell Tome: Healing
Weight: 1 | Value: 350 | Mastery: 66%
Heals the caster 10 points per second
Just one more use and the spell would be permanently etched into her mind. Alexa attempted to 'use' the Spell Tome once more, but nothing happened. A flicker of understanding passed over her features - she instinctively knew she would need to rest before trying again. While somewhat disappointing, she had anticipated this limitation based on her guesses on the mods present in this world.
"Can you do that again today?" Yvariel asked, eyeing Alexa curiously.
Alexa shook her head. "Not until tomorrow, at least. I can only manage it twice per day for now."
Her raven-haired mistress nodded in acceptance. "Very well. We'll begin searching for some wolves then. You'll need to engage one in combat alone with your sword and shield to gain some experience as well."
The blonde felt a tiny thrill at those words, eager to test her newly acquired blade skills. Yvariel's piercing emerald gaze swept over her trio of wenches.
"Keep an eye out for alchemy ingredients while we hunt as well. We'll need them for those gathering quests."
The three nodded obediently. But just as they were about to set off, Alexa gently tugged Yvariel's arm, drawing her mistress's attention.
"Actually..." she began hesitantly. "I think I can pack up camp instantly too."
Yvariel arched one shapely brow, silent but prompting Alexa to continue with a look. The younger girl turned to look over their little encampment - the tents, bedrolls, cooking supplies and more scattered about the clearing. Focusing her will, she 'picked up' the campsite.
In the span of a heartbeat, everything around them winked out of existence, vanishing into thin air. Alexa turned back to Yvariel, opening her mouth to confirm her success. But the words caught in her throat as she found her mistress already looming over her, emerald eyes burning with ravenous desire.
Before Alexa could react, Yvariel's powerful arms encircled her in an crushing embrace, pulling their bodies flush. The raven-haired beauty claimed Alexa's lips in a searing, possessive kiss that left the younger girl weak in the knees. She could only melt against her mistress, returning the heated liplock with equal passion as a fresh gush of arousal flooded her core.
Only when the need for air became overwhelming did Yvariel finally release her, both women panting heavily with eyes dark from lust. The warrior-woman flashed a wolfish grin.
"That's my good girl," she purred throatily. "Now let's hunt."
Lena took the lead and scanned the forest floor for any signs of their prey. It wasn't long before she spotted a trail of paw prints and disturbed foliage, waving the others over with a beckoning gesture.
They followed the tracks in tense silence, hands poised over weapon hilts as they crept through the dense woodland. Yvariel's emerald gaze was intense, every sense primed for danger.
A short while later, Lena held up a fist to signal a halt. She pointed ahead to where a small pack of wolves lay resting near the base of a gnarled oak, completely oblivious to the approaching threat.
With a sharp nod from Yvariel, the quartet split up to surround their quarry. Lena nocked an arrow to her bow in one fluid motion, sighting down the shaft as she picked her target. Her next exhale was slow, steady...and then she loosed.
The arrow flashed through the air, burying itself in the lead wolf's throat with a meaty thunk. The beast jerked violently, legs kicking in its death throes as blood sprayed from the mortal wound.
That single shot was the spark that ignited the chaos. The remaining wolves surged to their feet, snarling and snapping their jaws in feral fury at this unexpected attack.
Eira was already in motion, sword flashing in a blazing arc to sever the head of the closest wolf in one vicious stroke. Thick arterial spray painted her leather armor crimson as the decapitated corpse crumpled to the ground.
Two more charged directly at the imposing form of Yvariel, likely sensing her as the greater threat. The warrior-woman didn't so much as flinch, her free hand whipping over her shoulder to grasp the hilt of her massive blade.
With a mighty heave, she drew the steel in a single, blindingly fast motion - and kept swinging in one continuous, devastatingly powerful cut. Her sword was an extension of her body, the blade itself a blur of glinting death that cleaved both wolves in half at the midriff. Their top and bottom halves hit the ground in separate, meaty thuds, their agonized yelps cut mercifully short.
The last wolf zeroed in on Alexa, likely sensing her as the weakest link. Its muzzle twisted into a vicious snarl, ropes of saliva flying as it bunched its powerful haunches, coiling to strike.
Alexa's heart thundered in her ears. With a flick of her wrist, a steel sword and sturdy kite shield materialized in her trembling grip. The wolf exploded into motion, jaws gaping wide as it launched itself at her throat.
"Shit!" Alexa barely got her shield up in time as the beast slammed into it with staggering force. Fangs snapped mere inches from her face, its putrid breath hot on her skin. Claws screeched against the iron boss, gouging deep furrows as the wolf scrambled for purchase.
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Her arms shook from the strain of holding the thrashing creature at bay. Out of the corner of her eye, she glimpsed Yvariel, Eira and Lena watching tensely, making no move to intervene.
With a mighty heave, Alexa managed to throw the wolf off. It tumbled away, growling deep in its chest as it quickly regained its footing. Thick ropes of drool swung from its slavering jaws as it hunkered down, preparing to pounce once more.
This time, Alexa was ready when the wolf sprang. She nimbly sidestepped its trajectory, lashing out with her sword in a glancing blow along its flank. Her blade bit deep, shearing through fur and flesh in a spray of hot blood.
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The wolf howled in agony, its leap faltering as it crashed heavily to the ground. It was back on its feet in an instant though, favoring its wounded left side as it fixed Alexa with a murderous glare.
A feral grin split Alexa's face, the thrill of battle singing in her veins. She pressed her advantage in a whirlwind of slashing steel, her attacks fueled by adrenaline and an instinctive ferocity.
Her form was rough but relentless, forcing the wolf onto the defensive as it backpedaled, snapping and growling futilely. It launched itself at her in desperation, fangs finding a gap in her guard to sink into her sword arm's leather brace.
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Alexa cried out in pain, but adrenaline numbed the worst of it. She bashed the wolf away with her shield, feeling bone crunch beneath the solid impact. It staggered, but quickly regained its footing, muzzle curled in a grimacing snarl.
BLOCK INCREASED TO 3
Alexa's next overhead chop was too fast for the wounded animal. The wolf tried to evade, but her blade cleaved through its shoulder and deep into its ribcage with a nauseating crunch.
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A pained whine escaped the mortally wounded beast as it collapsed to the ground, blood quickly pooling beneath its twitching body. Alexa stood over the fallen beast, chest heaving with each ragged breath. Her sword dripped with gore, the steel blade gleaming crimson in the rays of sunlight shining through the forest canopy.
She turned to find Yvariel walking towards her. Her right hand was wreathed in swirling tendrils of golden light. With a simple, negligent gesture, she directed that radiant energy to engulf Alexa.
Alexa gasped as revitalizing warmth flooded her body. She could actually feel the sting from the wolf's fangs fading, the punctures below her leather bracer sealing shut as if they'd never existed. Only the tattered remains of the armor told of the injury.
Rather than relief, a devious idea sparked within her mind. Dropping her sword and shield with a clatter, she flung herself at her towering mistress. Alexa clung desperately to Yvariel, burying her face in the crook of the futa's neck.
"H-hold me?" she pleaded breathily, widening her eyes in an exaggerated look of distress. "Please?"
Yvariel's lips curved in an amused smirk. She could see right through her feigned fear - this was simply Alexa's ploy to garner affection after her first true battle. With a throaty chuckle, the warrior-woman indulged her needy wench, powerful arms enveloping Alexa in a snug embrace. She pulled the smaller girl flush against her body's solid warmth.
Alexa melted into the tender hold. She nuzzled deeper into the comforting cocoon of Yvariel's arms, enjoying the intimate contact. Long moments stretched by before they finally parted, the blonde all bright smiles once more - her earlier faux anxiety banished.
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Eventually, Yvariel drew back slightly, though her arms remained loosely draped around the blonde. One calloused hand came up to tenderly cup Alexa's cheek, the pad of her thumb tracing the curve of her jaw. The smaller girl instinctively leaned into the affectionate caress.
"All better now, my sweet?" Yvariel whispered, her deep voice a husky rasp that sent delicious shivers racing down Alexa's spine.
Alexa could only nod mutely, momentarily entranced by the molten emerald of her mistress's eyes. She felt her cheeks flush hot, arousal stirring low in her belly from that smoldering look alone.
Yvariel's full lips quirked in an amused half-smile, as if she could read Alexa's mind. "Good girl," she purred throatily. "But our work here isn't finished. There are more beasts to cull...and useful ingredients to gather for these quests."
Those words were like a bucket of ice water, snapping Alexa out of her lustful daze. She blinked rapidly, giving her head a slight shake to clear the haze of desire clouding her thoughts.
"R-Right," she stammered, reluctantly disentangling herself from Yvariel's embrace. "Let's, um...let's get moving then."
Alexa stole one last longing look at her magnificent mistress before bending down to scoop up her fallen sword and shield. She could feel the heat of Yvariel's smoldering gaze raking over every inch of her body, setting her skin tingling with delicious warmth.
In the next instant, the raven-haired warrior seized Alexa, crushing their bodies together as she pinned the smaller girl against her powerful frame. Before Alexa could even draw breath, Yvariel claimed her lips in a scorching, possessive kiss that left the blonde's knees buckling and a desperate whimper spilling into her mistress's mouth.
Just as suddenly as the searing liplock began, Yvariel wrenched away - leaving Alexa flushed and panting hard for air. The raven-haired beauty flashed a wolfish grin that made the blonde's core clench with need.
"Just a little...motivation," Yvariel rumbled, her deep voice thick and dripping with sinful promise. "Now move, pet."
Alexa could only nod mutely, still dazed from the explosive kiss. She fell into step behind her mistress, though her gaze lingered hungrily on the sway of Yvariel's hips and the rippling muscles of her back and shoulders beneath her tight steel armor.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
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