I can’t let them sniff out my magic. Time to sneak out.

The sun wasn’t up yet, but a keen onlooker could still have spotted you. Under the dark sky, in the cold predawn air, you limped across the corn field, carrying your travel kit. Your body invigorated, your mind ablaze with sex-filled echoes of your all-night anal revelry, you limped to the Eastern road, and limped for about a mile still. Then, you turned to peer back at the farm: it was no more than a little smudge in the country landscape. You let go of your act and walked jauntily off to the side of the road.

Behind a bush, you lowered your pants, revealing your bandaged thigh; you untied the wrappings, letting them flail to the ground, eager to inspect the effect of the transcendental state you had achieved last night while ball’s deep in the farmer’s daughter’s ass. A very faint purple streak remained under a layer of smooth skin, as if the wound had closed up weeks ago. Tentatively, you touched.

No pain… you noted, amazed.

Segora had told you sex could amplify your magic, but this was more impressive than you could have imagined. Though healing had never been your forte, this was worthy of the highest clerics. The twinge of guilt that had prickled your belly since you snuck out of bed this morning, leaving a blissfully asleep Charlene without so much as a goodbye or a thank you, faded. Charlene and her mom would have wanted to inspect your wound, change your bandage; no way you could have hidden your magical healing from them.

It’s for the best, you thought.

Ahead on the road, the sun peeked behind the horizon. You trudged on, thinking of Charlene. She would wake up soon with nothing but the cum in her ass to remind her of your night together, her memory of you untainted with the fear of magic. You wondered if that was how it was going to be from now on.

_Charming girls, fucking them in the ass and sneaking away... There has to be other ways to go about this. Segora did mention I should find allies. Girls I could bond with, maybe travel with... _

By noon, you arrived at yet another farmstead, surrounded by acres of empty fields. You opted to circle far around the farm, taking cover at the edge of the bordering woods, careful not to be seen. For people talked—what if tomorrow, or next week, Charlene’s family spoke to their neighbours, and heard that you had been seen walking, unharmed?

Best to lay low for a few days.

When the sun went to hide behind a hill, and the air became chilly again, you ventured deeper into the woods to settle down for the night. Dropping your gear under a tree, you gathered dried up branches; your stomach growled. Your food reserves were running low, and you wouldn’t mind eating something else than Segora’s duck jerky tonight. You set the branches up atop a few sturdier logs and muttered:

“Ignire,” sparking a flame on the kindling.

Then, you sat on your crossed-legs and, like your druidess mentor had shown you, communed with your environment. Eyes closed, you breathed, inviting the essence of all living things around you on your inhale, and expanding your aura on your exhale. Soon, your senses extended beyond your body, and the woods shared a few things with your consciousness: a bed of comestible mushrooms lay under a fallen tree trunk a few yards away; nuts had been buried under a tangle of roots to your left; a rabbit pranced a bit further, and six or seven foul creatures alien to these woods prowled towards your campfire, intent on ****.

You jumped to your feet. You had taken on fiends before, but never so many—not without Segora. You could easily overpower three, maybe four lower fiends, but the current odds made you quiver. With them closing in on you, you had a few precious seconds to react.