Wake up and train

You wake up alone in the room, but you can see Blythe’s things around before you start to over think things. A few minutes later, she opens the door and brings in a bowl of scrambled eggs that she bought for you. She’s wearing the same outfit as yesterday, only with the buttons done up again. And, presumably, she’s once again wearing panties. As you eat, the two of you go over what you plan to do today. You can tell that Blythe is curious about her “assignment” for the day, but the number one priority for you is combat training. If you don’t learn how to fight, there’s no way you’ll survive on the “adventure” you’ll be going on. You also want to practice spell casting some more, and increase your general knowledge of this world. After conveying this list of priorities to Blythe, the two of you decide to devote the rest of the morning to a combat training session.

Moving around to the alley behind the inn, you both prepare a nice area for your training. You’ll be using a couple of random tree branches instead of your actual weapons for this first session, both to avoid damaging your already worn {if@ sword = true}sword{elseif mace = true}mace{elseif spear = true}spear{endif} and to avoid hurting each other too much. The branches are roughly the same length as your real weapons, although the weight is completely different.

“Today is about defense,” Blythe says, swinging her branch around a few times. “Even with adrenaline, you do not yet have the stamina to sustain an offensive in a fight, so your priority should be to survive and escape, if possible.” Her pseudo-sword points to the sky before slicing downward to point towards you. “I will come at you from all angles. Your task is to dodge, block, or deflect as many of my blows as you can. Are you ready?”

Thus pass the next four hours, with Blythe moving faster than your eyes can track and you desperately trying to block her strikes with either the branch or the buckler. You take breaks every few minutes, and Blythe offers you advice on your stance or praises you if you actually manage to get a block in. When the training is finally over, you feel like you could have counted on your fingers the number of blows you managed to avoid getting hit by. Blythe assures you that you did well, though.

You can barely feel anything, you’re so numb from the beating you just suffered through. Blythe helps you walk back around and up the stairs to the room, and then lets you sit on the bed to rest while she steps out for a bit. She returns a few minutes later with a bowl of what looks like salad. You ask her about each of the various herbs and berries in the mix as the two of you eat together on the bed. Being raised in a forest, she turns out to be very knowledgeable about that sort of thing. It’s a very relaxing meal that helps tremendously in revitalizing you after your intensive combat training.

With just under half the day remaining, the conversation turns to what should happen next. You look Blythe in the eyes and say, “Are you ready for your ‘assignment?’” At the last word, her attention snaps away from the many other ways she was considering passing the afternoon with you and focuses entirely on what you’re about to say. “I’m going to go outside,” you begin, “and I want you to come out wearing the outfit you wore the day we met.” You don’t give her time to react, nor do you take the time to gauge her expression; you get up and march straight out of the room. Not two minutes later, she’s standing before you covered from head to toe in the same brown cloak you met her in. “Follow me,” you say.

The two of you walk out of the inn and down the street for about a minute before turning into an alley. It’s a dead end, and you walk all the way to the back. There, you pin Blythe to the wall and slowly slip open her cloak to reveal her plain white bra and panties. “I’m going to have you walk through town, just for a bit.” She holds perfectly still as you reach for her body, by now used to submitting herself to your outfit modifications. However, she is still surprised when you unhook her bra, casually pull it off of her frame, toss it aside, and then do the same to her panties. For the first time, you get to take in the vision of her naked form, albeit framed by a cloak. Her massive breasts hang with unbelievable perkiness, her nipples hardening just from your gaze alone, and above her moistening lower lips she sports a wild, untrimmed bush. You’re already getting hard just looking at her, so you hurry to close up the cloak and take a few deep breaths to calm yourself down. “You’re going to walk to the Full Tankard and back. You don’t have to go in, just doing a circle around the market square there will be good enough.” She looks at once terrified and excited at the mention of her brother’s tavern, which makes you believe you chose a good place for her task.

Once she’s gone, you spend the alone time trying to learn to cast the fire spell from the book sans incantation like you were able to with the light crystal, but it proves impossible for you. At least right now; you can still only do three of the fire spells before you’re totally out of mana, after all, so getting a feel for it is sure to take longer. About an hour goes by before you see your elf again, walking slowly and breathing heavily as she turns into the alley. A smirk grows on your face as you notice that the neckline of the cloak has opened up a bit from where you set it earlier, dipping down to show a tantalizing amount of bare skin without giving away any of her very large assets.

“Did you have fun?” you ask her.

Her green eyes peer out at you from underneath the cloak, her brows knitting together as she bites her lower lip. Suddenly, her hood falls down as she throws herself at you, pressing her body into yours as you wrap her up in your arms. She looks into your eyes, her expression pleading for you to release all of her pent up frustration. “I am so hot,” she says. “My chest, and down there, it is all burning up, Evan.” Her hand reaches down to feel your dick hardening in your pants. She slowly rubs it as it grows to full mast. “Did I do well on my assignment?” she asks in a sultry tone, pure lust dominating her expression for the first time since you’ve met her.

“Very well,” you say. Then, placing your hands on her shoulders, you pin her to the wall. “It’s time for your reward.”