With great powers come great opportunities for fun! I’ll trip the runaway with a blast of kinetic .

Your target was a few hundred feet away—beyond your comfort zone, though not out of range. And you had high ground(!), which your mentor always insisted was paramount. You ran up the side of the road to gather momentum and keep ip with your target, conjured up your will and flung your hand forward.

“Depulso!”

An invisible wave of kinetic **** coursed through your arm and slammed onto the side of the runaway—which you could now see seemed to be a young man with pointed ears. He tumbled with the impact and rolled onto the grass. The burly farmer screamed, triumphant, waving a wood axe, and closed in on him. As you came to a stop on the road, congratulating yourself, another dark figure emerged from the treeline; she whipped up a bow and shot an arrow skyward in your direction. She then started running to her comrade, who was springing back to his feet.

She had taken her shot from way too far away for the arrow to reach you—so, it was as much a cry of surprise as a cry of pain you let out when the arrow surged down from the sky and lodged itself in your left thigh.

“Aargh!”

You thumped down to your knee.

“Aaarrhhh…”

The pain ignited a jolt of fury in your heart, and your magic aura flared, sending dirt flying out around you. You took a few deep breath and lifted your head in time to see the two dark figures disappear together in the treeline. The inhabitants of the house ran towards the burly man who had collapsed in the field.

The fury dissipated, leaving only the pain and… might this be shame? Segora had always insisted on how powerful you were, how great your destiny was… You touched the arrow and the surge of pain coaxed another moan out of you.

The voices in the field picked up. While two of the farm’s inhabitants were helping the burly man to his feet, two more ran towards you. You glanced at the thin crater your burst of magic had created around you.

That’ll be hard to explain…

With great effort, you plumped down on your ass and dragged yourself a few feet, ignoring the jolt of pain in your arrow-struck leg. There, you focused your will and muttered:

“Ventus… induco...”

A soft breeze picked up, moving the dirt, erasing the circular trace of your magic flare. Though all mages were subject to magic flares—bursts of magical energy prompted by a new or intense experience—it wasn’t a common thing for you. But then again you hadn’t lived much. It had happened two nights ago, when your bowl of bark broth boiled up as you had your first anal sex experience with your mentor, and today, when the arrow struck you. You’d have to be more careful.

Two brown haired girls in their nightdresses reached the side of the road. The small one seemed to be in her early-teens; the other one seemed about your age. She took in the sight of you: sitting in the dirt, clenching your bleeding leg with both hands, the arrow sticking out.

“Molly, get mom,” the eldest girl said.

They hadn't noticed your spell casting.

“What kind of scoundrel would hit an innocent bystander?” Marion said, shaking her head, as she washed her blood covered hands in a basin.

She had removed the arrow from your leg and shown her daughter, Charlene, how to clean and patch you up. Charlene was the eldest daughter, the one who had found you, the one in whose bed you now rested. Charlene was very nice to look at, and she seemed to enjoy looking at you too, despite your frazzled state. Her hair smelled like straw and wildflowers—you’d noticed when she’d slid an arm under yours to help you hobble down to the house. The same smell permeated her bedsheet. You felt a weird mixture of pain and lust as she wrapped bandages on your injury, her fingers brushing your naked thigh.

Marion wiped her hands on a towel as she came to inspect her daughter's work.

“Yes, that’s good work Char. Now tie this up and let him rest. We could all use a good night's rest.”

Charlene tucked the end of the bandage into the wrapping and you winced in pain.

"Sorry," she said.

"That's okay," you said with a faint smile. "Thank you."

She smiled back at you before standing up to go meet her mom at the door.

“I’ll look after your father," Marion said to her. "You’ll be responsible for checking on Colden here, alright?”

You'd given them your usual alias*. Charlene’s father—the burly man you'd seen on the field—had taken an arrow just under his collarbone, before he could reach the man you tripped with a spell—uhm, the one who tripped and fell during his escape… His injury wasn’t life-threatening, but he also was abed.

“Now, go tell Molly you’ll be sharing her bed tonight.”

“Yes, mom.”

Charlene met your eye again, then, she let her mom guide her out.

"If you need anything, just holler and Charlene will come running," said Marion, closing the door on you.

*Customizable (on the right side of the screen).