Lust obviously.

It might be the dick in your ass talking but you quickly choose Lust. The second choice is more elusive, but the images form into an idea and you realize you have pretty much made the choice already if she is right about your ability to shoot and finally a word comes to you and you say, “Sniper.” You are pretty sure that wasn’t exactly a choice, not that word anyway, but it works all the same. Information floods your mind that doesn’t make any sense then suddenly you find yourself sitting in a bathtub with your invisible French maid servant washing your shoulders.

“I can guide you in selecting your spells if you wish.” She says sweetly. “For your cantrips you already have me, I can do most chores and carry small items for you if instructed. I would suggest light, create water, and emergency medicine as your others.” It is odd, she clearly said one tiny word for the last spell but your mind chose emergency medicine to make sense of what it does. If you cast the spell on someone that is nearly dead it will grab their soul and hold it to them to give you or someone else more time to mend their wounds or heal their disease or whatever they require.

“Sounds fine.”

“Your choices of lust and sniper come with a spell to cause someone that doesn’t resist to see you as a friend, and a spell that creates a shield of ****, invisible or opaque, that you can use to block attacks or use as cover. They also give you a constant bonus to your accuracy, and charisma to others, as well as the ability to focus these aspects to see things farther away or that are hidden, or to influence others with your words or actions. In addition to these I would suggest a spell to heal wounds, read peoples auras, and if you ever find your gun to create ammunition, till then I would suggest that you take one that charges a weapon with magic.” As she talks and makes the suggestions you realize this is really your mind being flooded with hundreds of spells that you can use. It would seem you can choose new ones every morning when you wake, and this is how your mind makes sense of all that information.

“Excellent choices.” You tell her and she and the tub wink out of existence and you are again in your companions embrace, no time actually passed during all of that, and you are back in time to feel her seed flow into your body. “You are amazing, you know that, don’t you.” You say to her sweetly and bask in the warmth of her embrace.

She nibbles on your ear, “You are pretty good yourself.” She coos in your ear. Then she lets out a big yawn and either falls asleep or just pretends to, her cock still buried inside of you.

“Fine I guess I’ll just go to sleep now too.” You pretend to nod off to sleep like that and for a little while you are almost convinced you can do it, but your body eventually rebels and demands you get that huge cock out of your ass. You then run out of the tend and take a very healthy shit. Happy you remember where she put the toilet paper you had her create you wipe up before a little midnight dip in the lake. After a relaxing little swim you snuggle back in her arms and drift off to sleep.

“Your outfit is ready dear.” She says waking you. She is dressed in knee high thick riding boots, thick leather breeches, a chain mail tunic under a dark green coat, and her lovely long hair is in a neat braid that she tucks down under a long dark brown hooded cloak with the hood back. She looks at you smiling and you have to admit that while she is clearly still gorgeous as ever, with the strategically placed dirt on her face you would probably assume she was a man at a glance, especially since she is 6’ tall.