Lewdly as she goes

Miriamelle awoke with a start. It was the beginning of her third day traveling with Dazar. The morning sun had not yet peeked through the jungle to shine on the campsite. Sitting up, Miriamelle sat up, listening. She quietly got out of bed after she heard a light masculine snore coming from outside the tent. Stealthily, Miriamelle walked barefoot to the post Dazar had stashed his camp bag. The curly brunette squatted and examined the contents of his pack. Mess kit, herbs, first aid kit, coin purse, some kind of crystal, were all ignored by Miri. Instead, she pulled out a bar of soap, a pouch of white powder that she identified as baking powder, and a razor.

Grinning ear to ear, Miri made a quiet beeline to river. She quietly explained to Aiano, “We get to get clean and brush our teeth! Let’s just be quick about it, before Dazar wakes up.”

“Excellent. I can’t wait to revel in your clean pores. I would admonish you for theft, but I did just convince you to become a thief…”

Miri smiled and held in her smug laugh at Aiano’s sarcastic tone. She did make haste, getting to the river and stripping out of her clothes. Sighing, Miriamelle asked, “So, is there some way I can get new clothes when we get to town? Pretty sure my current outfit is made of material those people will have never heard of.” Dipping her toe in the water, Miri clutched her mouth and withheld a silent scream of surprise. The water numbed her toe and chilled her leg to the bone.

“Don’t be chicken. In, out, and you can get on with your day.”

Miri nodded, but she didn’t look particularly happy, forcing herself to submerge to neck level. Teeth chattering, she said, “Good news, I no longer feel an immediate desire to masturbate. Bad news, I can’t feel my pussy.”

“And Yes. Unless inflation increased cost tenfold since Creator Culver left, then your gold piece, which you forgot to retrieve last night, should get you set up well in the wardrobe department.”

The pretty girl with the yellow bandanna washed her body efficiently. She removed the bandanna and washed the sweat out of it, then she soaped it up with Dazar’s stolen soap before she cleaned herself. By the time she finished, Miri no longer shivered, having adjusting to the cooler temperature. Feeling confident, she grabbed some baking powder and used a pointer finger to brush her teeth. She jumped out of the river, her wet body making a sucking sound as it left. While her body was still soaked, she took Dazar’s razor and gently trimmed the scruff that formed in her nether regions. Miri made sure to keep her cute landing strip. It had grown a few days more growth and the extra volume pointed more directly to her delicate pussy. Resisting the urge to flick her bean, she did a quick pass over her legs and armpits. It wasn’t necessary, so much as it was her old daily habit. Sighing, she leaned back and felt a flush of heat as her butt-plug ground into the rock she sat on. Telling herself she would fuck herself soon, but she didn’t want to get caught by Dazar, Miri stood up to leave.

“Shit. I don’t have a towel. If I get my clothes wet, it’s too humid out. They won’t dry out,” Miri realized, facepalming.

“You could always go nude… Pretty sure Dazar won’t mind if he’s awake.”

Miri nodded her **** assent, balling up her panties, jeans, and top after hand-combing her hair and retying her bandanna. She tiptoed back to camp, absolutely relieved to feel clean. Stopping by the tent, she dropped her clothes on the cot, and she crept back to Dazar’s pack. Comforted by Dazar’s regular deep breathing, Miri placed the hygiene objects back in the pack. Touching her sternum, Miri felt dry enough to clothe herself, so she made a walk back to the tent. Unfortunately, she stepped on a sharp rock and couldn’t contain a short yelp of pain.

The pretty brunette watched in horror as Dazar leapt out of his bedroll, ax in hand. He scanned the campsite, first ignoring Miri in his search of danger, then his eyes returned to her light Chocolatey body. Miri stood on one foot as she rubbed her foot, obscuring his view to her lower regions, but he was once again entranced by her perky tits and perfect proportions.

“Now, this is one hell of a morning wake up!” Dazar hooted. He pinched himself and said, “Did I do something really good or really bad last night?”

“Oh god. Please don’t look!” Miri cried, frantically trying to cover her privates with her hands. While she could obscure her pussy, one arm could not possibly hope to contain her glorious boobs. No matter how Miri positioned her arm, she could only barely cover her areolas.

Dazar obliged and covered his eyes. He called out, “Love the strip, Butterfly, it really frames your lower half well.”

Miri ran to the tent, quickly slipping her clothes on. “I’m so sorry. I tried to take a bath, but I didn’t have a towel.” Miri paused putting her panties on; she could feel the slickness between her thighs and knew how aroused the situation made her.

“Now we’re even. Besides, anyone who is mad about seeing your, quite frankly, perfect body is out of their damn mind!” Dazar hollered, clearly trying to give her privacy. He waited a moment before asking, “Want some breakfast?”

Miri affirmed and wiped her pussy with a sock before finishing getting dressed. A few minutes later, she stepped out of the tent, abashed.

“Can I help you prepare anything?” Miri shyly asked.

“Yea, you forgot to put my razor back,” Dazar chortled, seeing the shocked look come across Miri’s face. He pulled his beard awkwardly, “I’m not mad, butterfly. Hell, I expected this yesterday. Not the part where you got naked, but where you stole something. The naked part was a hell of a bonus!”

Miri blushed, embarrassed to be caught. Quickly, she looked for the razor, and remembered it was still by the riverbank. The mortified beauty gasped, “Oops! I forgot it by the bank, I’ll be right back!”

Dazar licked his lips as her jean-clad bubble-butt bounced across the campsite as she ran to retrieve the razor. Returning, she blubbered as she handed him the razor, “I’m so sorry. I just wanted to be clean. Every time we hugged, you smelled like soap and I thought I could do clean myself before you got up, and you’d never know.”

“It’s all right. I’m not even mad. Anything important I keep on my person,” Dazar calmly reiterated. He handed her a bowl of fish and grits and continued, “Let’s eat and then have a talk."

Miri shyly took the food and thanked Dazar. They sat down and ate, and after a few minutes had passed, Miri wondered aloud, “How did you know I took your razor?”

Dazar grinned and after picking out a fish bone explained, “I had a mage cast an alarm spell on my bag. Anytime someone other than me peeks, I get a ringing sound in my head. I knew the moment you unzipped the bag… Then I watched you head to the river out of the corner of my eye. Fell back asleep before you finished.”

Miri wordlessly accepted the explanation. As she ate, Dazar continued, “In the future, just ask. I ain’t got a problem making you dirty… I mean clean.” Miri frowned, slightly bashful.

“Before we leave this spot, I’m going to test you, see what you know and get a sense for what you can do,” the thief master declared. He set his bowl off to the side and asked, “What’s your biggest strength and weakness?”

Miri pondered for a moment before answering. “I don’t think I have a great strength. I honestly feel kind of useless most of the time. My biggest weakness… Probably my lack of understanding of what’s going on around me.”

“First off, we can work with that weakness. Spies deal exclusively in information, and I can introduce you to some specialists. Second, you do have a tremendous strength. Miriamelle, you are a rare beauty,” He began, but she started to cut him off. Dazar lifted a hand for silence and continued, “Trust me, I know. Outside my wife, who’s the most beautiful woman in the world, you are the most stunning person I have met. And I’ve slept with Torag-only-knows how many women. All of them pretty, and all of them had time to doll themselves up. Hear what I’m saying?”

“Yes, teacher,” she said meekly.

“You’re not just a pretty face, you have an innate ability to control it. You manipulated me last night. Plain and simple, but it could be better. If I remember right, you’re cursed here and that bracelet needs power to get you home, right?” Dazar elucidated in a tone that brook no argument.

“Yes. Magical items or… sexual energy,” she blushed.

“From my understanding, it ought to take an enormous amount of it too,” Dazar added. He pulled a ring off his finger and tossed it to Miri. “This is a magical ring of sustenance – bought it for 500 gold when I was a lad. It’s a relatively useful, if cheap, thing. Let’s see how much hungry Aiano is after it eats.”

“I thank you for your patronage! Give me one moment.” The bracelet started pulsing color, bright white, and a stream of energy slithered down Miri’s wrist until it encircled the ring in her palm. Five pulses of energy and the light faded. The ring was no more. “Yummy. I feel different from before. But I still feel pretty empty.”

“That’s what I thought. Forgive me for my candidness, but have you experimented with sexual energy yet?” The dwarf asked, running a hand down his beard.

“Y-yes. When I masturbated, it didn’t do much for Aiano, but it did help.” Miri coyly responded.

“That’s what I figured. Sounds like you have to escalate. That means one or both of two things. Steal some really expensive shit. Or make yourself into a creature of lust who delights in the depths of sexual depravity. Being my apprentice means I am going to train you so that you have the skills and abilities to accomplish your goal. Do you have what it takes, Butterfly?” Dazar solemnly laid out. He examined her, watching every micro-expression, analyzing her posture, and noting the steel in her lovely brown eyes.