Focus on Training

Kara is a bit surprised by your answer. She clicks her tongue. “Interesting. You're pretty serious about this whole, becoming stronger and saving the world thing, huh?”

“I guess.” You shrug, not sure how to respond other than that.

She smiles widely, leans down and tussles your hair. “Makes me think I made a good choice coming to find you.” Her ears twitch briefly and she looks up at the window overlooking the field.

“What?”

She considers something briefly, then shakes her head. “It's nothing. Let's get back to training, hero.”

“Right.” You get right back into concentrating on 'breathing.'

After the training Sam is waiting for you both. “Heya.” he waves. He has a noticeable hard-on.

“My fiance usually takes care of these, as is her 'duty.'” he winks at you.

“But I saved this one for you.” He motions towards Kara. You open your mouth to protest, but before you can say anything she is already walking towards him, as though your lovemaking session never happened. Or perhaps she simply does not care.

“Here, I'll take care of that, then.” Kara drops down and begins unashamedly sucking on his massive cock right in front of you. Just as you think you'll have to come clean you get an idea. You rush past them and move into the house to find Marrien. Sam just ignores you. He is too engrossed in the blowjob to care what you are doing.

You find your mother in her office working. “Mother! Sam is doing something indecent outside with Kara.”

“What!?” She stands and rushes out with you. You do not think much of it as you are following her out, but it is clear as the wind blows her skimpy dress that she is wearing just that and no underwear. She gets outside to confront them both. Kara is too busy obsessing over Sam's cock to care, but Sam turns his head to regard you both.

“What is going on, Sammead!?” You feel satisfied by the tone she takes and think that something is going to happen, but just as she gets close he snaps his fingers and she drops to her knees in front of him.

“Tone.” He says sternly.

“Sorry dear...” She relents, staring at his cock pushing deep between Kara's lips. The beastwoman is idly aware and curious of what is going on, but not enough to stop.

Sam sighs and looks at you. “You didn't have to find out like this... Sweety, explain to your boy how this works.”

“I- I don't want to.” She utters hesitantly.

“Mother?” You question, your heart beating quickly.

“Or no sex for a few days.” Sam warns.

She gulps. “Sorry honey. I can no longer live without Sam's amazing cock. The moment he fucked me for the first time I fell in love.” As she explains, Sam draws his cock from Kara's mouth and pulls her back. He seems to be asking with a look if she wants to go further. Kara nods.

“He's... The one man I couldn't negotiate with. The more he fucked me the worse it got. Now I can't even argue. It's strange.”

“I train women.” He said frankly, turning Kara around.

“It's a skill.” The moment he said that it clicked. You gulped. It was too late to say anything before he had already pushed his length into Kara. He was holding her back against him by her wrists and just fucking her bent over. Unlike with you, with Sam she was pleased, drooling, moaning. Completely out of it.

“O-oh fuck! It's so good!”

In the foreground your mother pleads. “Listen... Even though I was trained by Sam I'm still the same woman. I'm just... Addicted to him. It's a strange feeling.”

“The biggest thing is...” She begins salivating.

“He can just keep going and going... It feels so good.” She looks back at Kara jealously.

“C-cumming!” Kara groans.

“Let's get another one, girl.” Sam groans confidently, roughly pulling her back. You can hear his fat body slapping against Kara's lean, tight skin.

“M-more!?” As she says that you see her tense from what is likely another orgasm. Her tongue falls out and she begins mewling mindlessly.

“O-oooh...”

“One more usually does it.” Sam comments, letting her fall to the ground. He does not fully let Kara go. With her ass still raised he bends over her and begins fucking her into the dirt with a bestial pace. The fat man is sweating profusely.

“N-no...” You utter weakly. Despite your protestations you are definitely hard from the sight.

Sam groans, dragging it out. “Aaaand-” He lets Kara cum one more time before he also stops pumping. He is seemingly unloading inside of her. You can see his balls twitching. It is a disgusting, yet oddly interesting sight, because you can also see Kara's pussy filled, overflowing with white liquid.

“One more cock addict!” Whaddaya say?” He gives Kara's ass a slap.

She waits a minute to bask in it, then rolls her shoulder and casually gets up. “It's really good. We should do this more often.”

“Eh?” Sam utters in confusion.

She does not look strained or out of it. She looks as if nothing happened. As if she had just gone out for a light job, and not been brutally fucked into cumming three times.

“It was good? What do you want me to say? We should definitely go again. You're good at it.” Kara shrugged and walked past a stunned Marrien towards you.

“Y-y-you're not addicted?” You ask.

“What? No... I don't think so?” She looks up in thought.

“We'll see.”

You don't know whether to laugh or cry.

After that day you settle into a routine of waking up, eating a relatively hearty breakfast, then going to the field with Kara to train your ability to feel and use magic. Sam is often out there to receive a blowjob. Sometimes he drags her into the house to fuck. Kara convinces you that she is not an addict, however. You also have no idea what goes on behind closed doors after your training. After a long day of that you both retire back to the inn and most often just crash out right away. You do bed her a few additional times, but the thought of what Sam is doing with her is heavy in your mind. Sometimes Kara stays up later than you, other times she pesters you for some attention, but you are not often together after training, due to the things she does with Sam while you are apart.

After a month you have already gained several points on your status screen. You know from your training and from simply growing up learning about heroes and knights and mages that a status screen contains numbers and words that are an approximate translation of your skill, strength, intelligence, mana and various other things. These numbers are used in various circumstances to grade a person's ability, or to measure training progress. With that in mind, when Kara observes your progress through the status screen she is not disappointed.

“Promising Talent doesn't mess around. It takes people of my tribe at least a year to master this part. I think you're actually ready to start the fun stuff.”

“Really?” You become excited at the thought of learning how to do something other than breath mana into your body. It has become so commonplace that it is boring to you at that point, but you guess that that is a good thing.

“Yeah. Your cap is up. You can start learning how to actually use that mana without keeling over and dying.”

You cringe at that. Trying to perform tasks that use mana without an appropriate amount is universally seen as being the mundane equivalent of bending with your back and not your legs while lifting.

“How do I do that?”

“You exercise it like a muscle.” She looks up in thought.

“Start with small weights and keep going up and up.”

You look around at the vibrant field. From your training it has almost become something like an enchanted forest with vines and plants and bushes well over your head. You were worried what your sister would think, but she actually seemed quite excited and grateful for it. You have seen her most days over the month with her coming to carefully pick various herbs and flowers. You know she sometimes goes in to visit your mother, but other than that you are not sure where she goes or what she does.

“What about all this? Seems like I've been lifting weights quite a bit to do this? Is this an ability?”

“Pfft.” She covers her mouth to stifle a laugh.

“No.” Motioning around, she adds.

“This is like doing half a push-up.” She tries to measure the harshness of her words and continues more gently.

“This is kinda important. It's what most of the mundane people and kids of my tribe do to keep the forest extra healthy, but it doesn't take effort to pull mana from the ground into yourself and let it seep out uncontrolled.”

“Okay... So what can I do?”

“How about a scouting and hunting ability?” She offers.

“Sure.” You shrug.

“What do I do?”

“Same thing you've been doing. Start breathing mana into yourself.” You concentrate on doing just that. “Good, you're basically a natural at that.” She compliments, lifting your spirits.

“Now, instead of releasing, you're gonna try to push it back out with an idea in your head of what you wanna find. In this case, just focus on life.”

“Finding life?” You comment.

“I'm surrounded by life...”

“No offense to plants, but life is defined by two things. Concentrations of natural mana, which everyone has way more of, and a soul. Which I hope most humans have.” You open your eyes to see her staring down at you with mock suspicion.

“We do...” You say flatly to answer her fake concern.

“Good.” Kara smiles.

“So, try to push the mana outward while keeping a hold of it. Like rolling a ball of string away from you. Trust me, it'll move through plants and other things without being absorbed if you're controlling it. That much is too easy for me to even explain further.”

“Got it.” You concentrate and try to release your mana while keeping a hold of it like she said. Then, after a few feet you lose it and you notice when you open your eyes that the plants around you have grown a few more inches.

“Dammit.”

“Relax. Once you get it, it'll be just like breathing.” She winks.

“What's the end result of this going to be, again?”

“You'll be able to track something even if you can't see it from as much as a mile away, depending on how far you extend your reach. “

“Wow, okay.” To you, that sounds fairly impressive. The town has quite a few trackers and what she explained far exceeds their limits. Though, you know that that is what magic does, in general. It breaks many necessary activities, which is why the class is so sought after.

“After you master finding something, we can work on letting you see things through their eyes and read their thoughts.”

You blink. She says that so matter-of-factly, as though it is a simple thing to do. “You're able to do that? Is that... Easy?”

“Once you inject your mana into something in order to track it, doing other things to that person is just about leaning the different moves.”

“The different moves?”

“It's like learning how to swing a sword. Once you're strong enough to pick it up, you can start learning to swing it vertical or diagonal. Magic's like that. Though, I guess mages complicate it a lot.”

“I interpreted you magic as being more support oriented and passive... But with what you're telling me, isn't there a lot of offensive implications to this?”

Rather than respond directly, Kara gives you a knowing smile and walks around you in a circle. “Think about who you wanna spy on once you got all this down, because that's the real fun part.”

“Who I want to spy on?” Your mind races. There is obviously one candidate that sticks out. You have talked with Sam a few more times over the past month as he has been leaving to travel, or move around town. Each time, your skill of reading people has not been able to detect any particularly evil intent. You have no idea what goes on behind closed doors, however. Whenever you ask Kara you realize that she is not a reliable narrator, as everything is very normal to her. She insists that other than having a dominant streak he is basically harmless.

“Yeah, think about it. You can basically see things the way someone else sees them and know how or what they think. It can give you a lot of empathy for something, or maybe even an advantage if you wanna think of it like that.”

“An advantage...” You ponder the implications of using it on someone, moral and otherwise. You look up.

“Wait, have you used this on me?”

“No.” Kara says flatly.

Furrowing your brow, you add. “Have you used it on anyone in town?”

Kara looks up awkwardly. “Well...”

“Well?”

“You can use it to have a lot of fun... That's all I'll say. I sometimes use it to experience way more sex in a night than I would otherwise be able to reasonably.”

“What?” That shocks you, but is also not very surprising.

“Sex as another person is different. It's a unique lack of control that you can't get when you're as strong as I am.” She says wistfully. She moves back on topic.

“Look, are you fully devoted to your training at this point? I can tell you're wrapped up in this Sam fellow, even though I've told you he isn't doing much of anything.”

“I'm not going to stop halfway after I've already given it so much time.”

“Okay, so me telling you doesn't do anything for you. Let it motivate you and be a part of your training. You'll see once you learn how, if you're still interested. Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Then trust me when I say nothing particularly bad is happening.”

You breath a sigh of relief. “Okay.”

Kara blushes. “I don't think you'll like it, but-”

“Dammit, Kara!” She flicks your forehead roughly.

“Ow!”

“No Sass. Who do you wanna see once you master this? Focus on that and let it help you're training. We're done talking about it.” She berates you sternly. All you can do is consider the question.

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