Thus begins your journey.

That morning, that sweet morning; your first morning on your own as a man, a free man, a wanted man; that bittersweet morning, dawn crept in through the window to find you naked, splayed on your floor mat, eyes wide, your valiant cock erect, pulsing with lust. Vivid images of your last night with Segora—of your oiled shaft burying into her derriere, of her toned body shaking with pleasure as you fucked into her, of her tousled hair and sweaty skin swaying so close to you you could still smell her—had kept you awake through the lightless hours. Your body buzzed with a faint euphoria, and your mind with a lingering grief. Last night had been the best night of your life.

She was right, you thought. I want more. There’s no going back.

Your erection throbbed and begged for release. Tentatively, you brushed it with a finger, and a promise of bliss coursed through you. Quickly, holding on to the promise you made to your mentor; quickly, before you ruined years of restraint, you sprung to your feet.

_Anal only_, she said. Anal only, to keep hold of my power. Anal only, to grow my well of magic.

You busied your hands gathering your things. You’d have to find someone. Soon. Another ass to fuck… somehow. You found your tunic on the floor where you left it, splattered with some of the oil used to lube up your cock last night. This token of your deflowerment brought a smile to your lips. You focused your will and muttered:

“Dissipare.”

The oil stains magically evaporated. Once dressed, you affixed your rolled-up mat to your travel bag and swung all of your possessions on your back. With a last look at the site of your exaltation, you pushed the door and stepped out into the morning chill; into the quaint clearing in the Roymar woods where you and Segora had conjured up this modest hut no more than three months ago, intertwining your magics and transmorphing simple materials to house you for a while. The damp morning air washed away the remnants of last night’s rapture and the haunting nostalgia of your life up till now. You strode on, leaving the derelict home to be reclaimed by nature.

Segora had given you your first destination: the city of Hajelzore. As you contemplated the journey ahead, the Eastern road, less than a mile south of you, loomed in the back of your mind: you could shave at least five days off your journey by following it. But the memory of your mentor’s urging accompanied you:

Steer clear of civilization whenever you can.