A day of training, in more ways than one

As the morning light breaks through the trees, you and Blythe come together outside your tents to eat and come up with a plan for the day. Blythe is dressed in the same outfit she wore yesterday, except with the doublet done up all the way again. You are wearing the armor you got yesterday, having packed away the red tunic for the hopefully more peaceful days ahead. Strapped to your non-dominant arm is the buckler you bought. Training you for combat is priority number one today, and after that comes magic practice and increasing your general knowledge of the world. With this list in mind, you decide to find a small clearing for Blythe to train you in. You can tell as you walk with her that Blythe is curious about her “assignment” for today, but you hold off on saying anything for now.

There is a small clearing only a few minutes away from your campsite. As per Blythe’s recommendation, neither of you will be using your actual weapon in this practice session; instead, Blythe hands you a broken tree branch that is roughly the same size as your {if@ sword = true}sword{elseif mace = true}mace{elseif spear = true}spear{endif}, and grabs another for herself that is around the length of her rapier. The weights are completely different, but Blythe assures you that for this first session that shouldn’t matter too much.

“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.

Sore from the literal beating you just went through, you return to camp with Blythe. While you lay in your tent to recover, Blythe disappears for a few minutes only to come back with a rucksack full of wild herbs and berries that she gathered. You sit outside and eat them together, Blythe telling you a little bit about each of them before you stick them in your mouth. It’s an altogether tranquil and rejuvenating lunch.

When the subject of what to do next comes, you say, “Are you ready for your assignment for today?” Blythe is instantly excited, and even more so when you order her to go and change into what she was wearing the day she met you. Two minutes later, she’s standing in front of you covered from head to toe in her brown cloak. You reach out a hand, and she lets you lead her all the way to the southern edge of the forest. You can both see Evris from here: people are hustling about from place to place as the day passes the halfway mark. Then, you turn Blythe to face you and open her cloak, revealing 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 do the same thing with the fire spell from the book as you did with the light spells, 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. About an hour goes by before you see your elf again, walking slowly and breathing heavily as she returns to you at the tree line. 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, with strength you didn’t know you had, you lift her up and carry her over to a tree. “It’s time for your reward.”