The way forward

It didn’t take long for Flinch to find the bound cleric. She had already shaken off the paralysing effect of the poison and was struggling against the leather straps keeping her in place. “You are durable, that poison is strong you know?”, Flinch casually commented as he approached. Valery stopped moving and spoke up after a few seconds, “You… you are the goblin we chased, right? What happened to my friend?”. She didn’t even try to sound tough; she was clearly afraid and worried. “She is alive and uninjured, but I had to restrain her for my safety.”, Flinch thought omitting that he **** and impregnated Astra would be better for now as he did have some question for the cleric. “O-okay, I understand.”, she sounded relieved, “But how did you manage to restrain her? No offense, but a normal goblin stands no chance against a paladin.”. Flinch smiled, “None taken, I suppose it isn’t news to you that you are the brain to her brawn.”. Valery sighed, “By the goddess Astra, ever the trusting fool. Well, what happens now? I gather you won’t kill us both, otherwise you would’ve done so already.”.

Flinch was impressed at how composed she was, “You catch on quick. I gathered some power recently and want to put it towards training a form of combat. I know the forest and the swamps, but nothing here uses anything but brute strength. You must know a lot about different fighting styles all over the world, tell me about some.”. She listened attentively and thought for a moment, “The floor is cold…”, she finally said. Flinch hadn’t really thought about that, but the busty cleric still laid on her stomach on the cold cave floor. The robe she was wearing surely did not warm her much and parts of the soft skin of her thighs pressed right against the ground. “Right, I can help with that. But don’t do anything foolish, I still have your friend.”, Flinch relented, figuring that giving in slightly might pay off. He untied her arms and **** them inside the armbinder. She did gently try her strength against his, but to both her and Flinch’s surprise, he completely overpowered her physically. Even a normal adult woman, and especially a combat trained one, would have no trouble with a goblin. Flinch had definitely changed. After crossing the straps of the armbinder over her chest and shoulders, he cuffed her ankles together and removed the rest of the leather straps. The cleric rose to her feet, her **** posture had her breasts almost popping out of the top of her robe, still she tried to look composed.

“Thank you,” she said, “There are three types of combat that people usually train in. Weapon mastery, magic and martial arts. Which one would you like to learn more about?”. ‘Hmm, this is a significant choice for my future. My fighting style will be what I devote myself to for a while and it will be my main lifeline in tricky situations.’

[Authors Note: I'll be continuing with martial arts first, let me know if a specific fighting style interests you and I will do it next.]