02/Oct/2020 edit: I'm reviewing the grammar and fixing small mistakes of the earlier parts of the story, around one chapter a week. So, after this chapter, the quality may noticeably drop.
"Now, please cut your hand with this knife and fill this with your blood," Ghulam asks, then he gives me an adorned dagger and a small bowl. "If you can't do it yourself it's not a problem, Sebastian will do it for you and immediately heal you."
I cut my hand.
FUCK! IT HURTS!
My face cramps, but I manage to retain my dignity and hold back the tears of pain.
I fill the small bowl with my blood, then Sebastian chants something and touches my hand. A faint pleasing cold covers my wound as the pain stops, then he releases me, and it looks goods as new..
Is this a thing that all butlers must be called Sebastian?
The old man Sebastian gives the bowl to Alissa, then she immediately brings it to her lips and drinks my blood while Ghulam chants something.
"[Contract of Servitude]," he whispers and touches Alissa's head. "Now, point the location where you want the symbol of slavery to appear. It'll be a small circle with your name on it, but If you don't want to show your name I'll hide it."
"It's okay to show. Put it on her left wrist," I respond.
She's right-handed, so it shouldn't show too much.
Ghulam gently grabs her wrist and chants. "[Mark of the Master]," he casts, and a faint light shines from between his fingers.
He releases her and shows to me that a small black circle has appeared, and I read "Wolf Ryder" written in Andraste with small letters. Around the black circle, there are a few letters from an alphabet I don't recognize.
"Now, do you want any additional spell? For you, it's for free," Ghulam offers with a gentle smile.
"Only the speech limitation."
He touches Alissa's throat and starts chanting again. "[Tongue of Obedience]," he casts, then a small orb of light comes out of the tip of his finger and enters her throat.
He smiles graciously and turns to me. "There, now she won't be able to tell others about anything you consider a secret. Anything else?"
I smile back. "No, thank you."
He gently nods and says, "Then it's done. I really appreciate doing business with you, Mr. Ryder. Though the letter only allowed for a discount this one time, I'll gladly do business with you again." His charming smile now seems like the devil's.
"I'll certainly come back," I happily admit. I've crossed the point of no return, so there's no reason to say no anymore.
He makes a signal with his hand, and Sebastian comes forward. "Here's the gift we give to anyone who buys one of our women." -The butler hands me a ring- "It's a Ring of Fertility. Put some magic into it, and the man or woman that wears it won't be able to impregnate or get pregnant." Ghulam smiles kindly, his words cause a chill to run down my spine.
He stands up and nods respectfully, then Sebastian picks up the documents I signed and the gold, then they both leave me alone with Alissa.
"Master, may I change to my other clothes now?" Alissa respectfully asks and looks at me with a neutral expression. Her voice has the perfect pitch to my ears, not too high, not too low.
"Y-yes, please do," I respond awkwardly.
She immediately pulls up her one-piece, and she's not wearing anything below.
GAH! Too much stimulation.
Even though I want to see, I'm not in the right state of mind to stare at her.
She changes into the normal clothes Ghulam gave to her: a white and slightly loose shirt, black pants, and some cute looking black shoes. I could only stare at her feet, and god, even they are cute.
"I'm ready now," she says in a low tone.
"Then let's go."
We silently make our way towards the inn, and she walks slightly behind me, but still pretty close. She maintains a neutral expression, but at least she doesn't look sad.
I don't know what to say. Am I supposed to make a conversation? I guess not since I'm her master now, so I don't need to be her friend, but it'll be lonely if I'm not friendly. I guess there's no need to rush or force anything, we'll get used to each other with time.
We get to the inn, and I talk to the innkeeper.
"I'd like to change rooms. I need one for two people, now," I request.
"Single bed or double bed?" He asks, then he glances at Alissa and fails in containing his smile.
Please, stop. I'm already embarrassed enough.
"Double," I respond nervously.
He nods gently and hands me two keys. "Second room on the second floor. Remove all your things from the safe, then return the key to me, please."
"I don't have anything in it, so here's the key."
After that, I immediately go towards my new room.
It's almost mid-day, and I'm starting to feel hungry, but I want to talk to Alissa in private first.
We enter the room, and I just fall face-first onto the bed. My nerves are killing me.
What did I just do…? I'm a slave master, now…
I turn around and look at her. She's just standing there, looking at me with her calm and neutral expression. I guess she isn't going to do anything unless ordered.
I clear my throat and say, "We're going to be living here… and we'll be sharing the same bed. You can come, sit, or lay down if you want. I don't want you to tire yourself by standing all the time."
She nods respectfully and obediently responds, "Yes, thank you, Master." I notice that her tail is standing still.
I pat the bed. "Then come and sit beside me."
What was that?
She has been calm and collected so far, but that voice just now wasn't congruent with her expression. Is she a master of poker face?
She sits beside me in a lady-like way and starts observing the room.
I sit up and gently grab her hand, making her twitch in reaction, then she looks at me curiously.
I knew it, she's tense and scared, but she looks so cute I feel like teasing her. Oh god, my shyness already went away, and the sadist is coming out.
"Well then, what have you heard about me?" I politely ask as I enjoy the softness and warmth of her hand.
She obediently responds, "Seigneur Ghulam said that you're a powerful and upcoming adventurer. You've gained the favor of someone with influence after saving them and showing your valor. Now you're in need of a companion for fighting, and that's likely why you bought me. I'm sorry, but he didn't say more than this."
Nour, please, that's too much.
I release her hand and massage my neck awkwardly as I say, "There's… no need to be sorry." -I shake my head in tiredness- "Well, then. The first thing I want to talk about is that I have a lot of secrets. That's why I bought a Blood Slave: I need a companion that can keep a secret."
She turns her body to face me, and her orange eyes stare onto mine with her full attention. "Then there's no need to worry about it, Master. Please use the [Tongue of Obedience] as you wish, and your secrets will be safe even during torture."
"No, no, no, no" -I look away for a moment as I cringe slightly- "There's no need to go that far. My secrets are just things that will attract attention, and I don't want it, at least for now."
Those were dangerous words, Alissa. Nobody is going to get hurt because of me.
"I see… I think I understand." She looks away and puts a finger on her chin. Cute. "Master is powerful, and other people might want to try to use you or interfere with your business, so you want to hide this power. Is that right, Master?"
I smile at her cute expression and nod. "That's right, it's like that. Now, we aren't leaving the town for two days. Today, I want to buy your equipment, and tomorrow, I want you to train at the hunters' guild to get used to it. If I'm lazy, we'll rest for a third day, and then on the fourth, we'll work again."
"I'm alright with whatever you wish, Master." She smiles back.
Oh, god, that's even cuter, please stop.
"Also… there's something I'm dying to do… can I touch your ears and tail?" I childishly ask her with puppy eyes.
She stiffens, making her fox ears perk up, then smiles shyly. "Y-you don't have to ask… but please be gentle, they're sensitive." She blushes and lowers her head for me.
Her fox ears are on the top of her head, and she doesn't have human ones. It looks weird if you pull back the hair, so I guess that short hairstyles aren't really a thing with wereanimals.
I rub her ears and I get filled with bliss. They are made of a very soft cartilage, and along with its furry parts, they're very comfy to touch.
Her hair makes even me envious. It's so soft to the touch and glossy. It flows perfectly when she tilts her head just slightly.
After getting enough of her ears, I tell her to turn around so that I can play with her tail. I notice that it has vertebrae, so she can move and wag it the same way a dog can, and its fur is even fluffier than that of her ears.
I want to hug it! Animal ears, animal tail, kemonomimi! This is really a Japanese game.
"A-ah… Master. Gentler, please," she whispers.
"Sorry, does it hurt?"
"No, it's just sensitive, and it tickles a lot," she responds while squirming.
Thank god it isn't an erogenous zone… Wait… some people also do erotic things with places like the armpits or earlobes. Just because it isn't immediately erotic, doesn't mean it can't become erotic.
I stop playing with her tail and say, "I'll get you a very good brush. We need to keep this tail and your hair as beautiful as possible."
She nods respectfully and shows a small smile. "Thank you, Master. I'll take good care of them."
I hug her from behind and pat her head. She freezes, then gradually relaxes, melting in my arms.
"I'd also like to help care for it myself. It feels good to touch," I whisper in her ear.
I used to brush Lily's hair once in a while. I liked to help keep her pretty for me.
I keep patting her head and ears for some time, and it seems to help us a lot in calming our nerves. I also can't deny that it feels good to hug a girl like this.
Her perfume has a faint fruity scent that feels slightly nostalgic, and my heart tightens as I try to grasp onto this nostalgic feeling.
I have to buy her more perfume.
After a few long and comfy minutes, I stop the patting and release her, then she almost falls down on her own. She must've gotten sleepy.
"Nah?" She lets out a small sound in surprise.
Stop with the cuteness.
"Let's go out and eat lunch," I gently suggest, and she nods silently while blushing.
I find a nearby restaurant and ask for a table for two. I sit down, but she remains standing by my side.
"Please, sit," I motion. "We'll eat meals together from now on."
This must be standard slave behavior that I need to nip in the bud.
She blinks in surprise for a moment and asks, "Is it alright, Master? I'm a slave, so I don't need to be treated equally."
I purse my lips and respond sternly, "Well, I want a companion that I can trust, not just a slave to order around, so I'll treat you equally."
She stares at me for a moment, then nods and smiles gently. "Thank you, Master. You're very kind." As she sits, I see her tail sway a little.
Being called "Master" is making me feel uncomfortable, but it also tickles a part of me that I didn't acknowledge before. Is it alright to let it come out of the dark?
Bah, screw it. I already said before that I'd abandon things that were holding me back.
I don't want to deal with her choosing a simple meal because she's a slave, so I order the same for both of us, but when the meal comes she hesitates.
"You also don't have to wait for me to start eating," I promptly say.
And so we dig in.
After our meal, we go out and talk as we walk.
I start counting with my fingers as I enumerate what we need to do, "First, let's buy you a pillow, some proper blankets, spare change of clothes, a hairbrush, a toothbrush, and spare shoes. We'll go to a first-hand store because I don't want to see you use hand-me-downs."
She seems slightly concerned with the amount of stuff we have to buy and frowns as she questions, "Is it really alright to treat me like this, Master? I'm a slave, and I'm trained to have strong endurance, so treating me softly might… negate this training."
I can't resist and entwine my arm with hers because I'm starved for skinship, then I pat her hand as I answer earnestly, "Yes. I'm sorry if your training ends up wasted or dulled, but we'll lead similar lifestyles, so I don't need you to retain your 'endurance'… Think of it like this: giving you hardships makes you tire more easily, which means you're more likely to die in battle. If you die, I'll be wasting the money, the huge favor I used to buy you, my feelings will be hurt by losing you, and my time training you will be wasted. So, this is why we need to keep you happy and well-rested: You need to be always at your best performance so you don't die or disappoint me.
"I'll give you two rules: the first one is 'don't die' because I don't want you sacrificing yourself for me; the second one is 'let's never get into a situation where someone needs to die' so you won't even have to think about sacrificing yourself for me if we don't even get in a situation that needs it. Now, do you understand your value to me?"
She turns her face away and reflects on my words seriously.
We continue walking in silence for a minute, then she turns to face me again and nods energetically. "Thank you, Master. I understand," she finally responds with determination.
Did that make you emotional? Well, I don't think that my philosophy makes me a "good person" because I still bought you… and I'm going to abuse you tonight. Might be even earlier if you don't stop acting cute.
After getting the essentials, I decide to buy her a simple but cute white, frilly dress. I'd like to buy her more, but money is short, and I need to buy her equipment.
I thank the God of Luck because I find a cheap perfume that I can give to her. Later on, I'll definitely get her a more expensive one like mine.
Damn, I feel like I want to dress her up like a doll the same way I used to do with Lily.
This time, I grit my teeth and don't buy a high-quality sleeping bag, but we buy a larger one for both of us.
Then I get her Young Ogre leather armor. It's a red-brown color, it's tougher than Hobgoblin leather, and it's also very flexible, which is good for an archer.
We get her a cheap iron short sword as a personal defense weapon, then we buy a good composite bow because it's compact and deadly. On the matter of bows, we can't hold back because archery is her main way of killing.
Warbows or longbows are a bit difficult for her to use. Sure, the penetration is unparalleled, but she has problems fully drawing them. She isn't a standard army archer that fights at long distances and whose job is to cover an area with arrows. She's a hunter, which means she needs to draw fast and accurately, so penetration isn't that important.
I sell my old equipment, but it's pretty shitty, so we don't get much money in return. I buy an upgrade to my shield: a black heater iron shield. It's slightly bigger and of a higher quality iron than the previous one.
My previous shield has three dents and a nasty scratch from the fight with the Orc Headhunter, so we'd need to spend money to repair it, anyway. The damage makes the smith curious, so I tell him how that happened, and he gives me a small discount in sympathy.
Alissa's [Item Box] isn't big, so she only keeps her arrows there and some small personal items, like the toothbrush and hairbrush.
Now that we bought what we need, we go back to the inn, then I reserve a room for us to take a bath, together.
We enter the room, and I lock the door behind me. The reserved bath is rather small, and it only has a simple wooden bathtub for a maximum of three people.
"I'll wash you, Master," she volunteers, but I see that her tail is stiff.
She starts taking her clothes off, and I just stare at her. No man should ever look away when a woman undresses.
Her nakedness is instantly arousing. Her body is very athletic, and she's slightly more muscular than me. Her breasts are a bit small, but I don't know the size. Perhaps it's C? I just know they're perky and cute, and they'll fit nicely in my hand. Her bush is actually orange, and I see that it's well kept.
She comes to me and her steps become awkward once she notices my stare.
She grabs my shirt and pulls it up, then she unfastens both my belts and pulls down my pants. She hesitates for a moment, then leaves my sword on the ground and undoes my shoes.
"You don't really have to do it like this, I can undress myself," I say, slightly amused, but also feeling a bit awkward.
"I want to do it, Master," she diligently responds.
Oh, boy, don't say things like that. I'm already excited.
Then she pulls down my underwear. She's crouching, so it's right in front of her face in its full glory. She stares at it for a few seconds then gets up.
She leads me near the tub and grabs a bucket of water, then she makes me sit on a stool and starts to wash my body with the soap and sponge the receptionist gave us.
Her hands are delicate and she moves with certainty, eliciting a faint groan of pleasure from me as I close my eyes and enjoy it. She certainly knows how to wash.
She washes my face with such delicacy that it's almost like she's just gently patting it, but I can still feel it's effective at cleaning my body. This is heavenly.
Then she washes my front. There's no way around it, she has to come in front of me, and she touches my dick.
"E-excuse me, p-please tell me if it hurts," she stutters, her voice trembling from the nervousness.
She pulls back the skin and rubs the sponge on the head with even more delicacy than my face. It's so stimulating I have to control myself from pouncing on her. I imagine her tightening her grip and giving me a handjob, and my dick twitches in her hands.
Suddenly, it finishes, and now she's done washing me.
"Now it's my turn," I say with a husky tone.
She swallows heavily. "You don't need to concern yourself with me."
"But I'll enjoy it." I smile mischievously.
She immediately nods, and we switch places.
"Sorry if I'm not as delicate as you, I'm not trained in washing others," I wryly inform her.
"No need to apologize for it, Master. You're allowed to enjoy yourself," she replies earnestly.
Ohohoh! Then don't mind if I do!
Her skin is soft, and there's absolutely no hair on her arms and legs, so my hand just glides along her perfect skin. I can feel the hint of muscle in her athletic body as my fingers trace her abs. It's a mix of toughness and softness.
Seriously, what is going on in this world? Nearly every person I've seen can be considered beautiful. It's just… "weird."
Now, look at her. Her skin is so perfect it makes me worried. Where are her veins? Does she even have veins? It's like she's artificial, and it's unsettling me.
She tilts her head adorably and innocently asks, "Something wrong, Master?"
I wipe away the stupid thoughts, then I smile mischievously. "Nothing… it's just that your skin is too perfect."
"Don't exaggerate like this, Master…" Her voice seems a little sad, but her tail twitches.
"I'm not exaggerating, but whatever…." I shrug and continue washing her.
As I slowly caress her skin, I leave her tail and ears alone. I don't know how to wash them, I'm sorry, Alissa. But I take special care of her hands and feet. They're just so small and cute.
Then I start working on the best part that I left for last. Her breasts are soft and bouncy, a delight to my hands. Lily had small ones, so I don't know what bigger breasts are supposed to feel like. I guess this is like jelly? I can't describe them perfectly, but I sure can enjoy them. Flat is justice, anyway, so size doesn't matter.
I work on her nipples, and I feel them poke against my palm, showing me that she's aroused. I just rub them gently, avoiding pinching them, for now, then her breath starts to get heavier.
I pull her closer, hugging her from behind.
She feels so warm, and I realize how much I've been missing this feeling. I want her to hug me, to make me feel safe… No, that'll come later. Right now, I need to show her my sensual touch.
My hand glides downwards, reaching her neat little bush, and I start to play with it. It feels good on my hand since the hair is a little thicker there.
I don't want to waste any more time, so I pass my hand over her entrance, and her breath immediately becomes haggard.
Her pussy lips are small and slightly wet, so I just delicately rub them until they start to feel warmer, then I penetrate her with my finger. She flinches backward, and I pinch her nipple at the same time.
"Ahn…!" She lets out a cute little moan. This is a holy sound that men hear when the gates of heaven open, and I shall never forget how hers sounds.
I slowly move my finger in and out, and I feel her legs quiver. With one hand, she grabs the side of my head while I breathe down her neck, and with the other, she grabs my hand on her breast and squeezes it.
My hand pleases her with steady movements, and I increase the speed little by little. The typical lewd sounds and smells of sex come out, then she closes her eyes and lets out her voice. It's a piece of beautiful music to my ears.
I bite her neck, I lick it, I kiss it. I keep going for a few minutes until she arches her back and her body tenses, then she slowly relaxes and nearly collapses in my arms.
"What… was… that…?" She asks, out of breath.
"You don't know? That's a... climax," I mischievously answer with a smile.
She looks away, a little embarrassed. "Oh… that was much… stronger than I imagined."
I smile a little sadistically and caress her cheek. "There's still more, but I'll let you rest until later."
She grabs my hand and nods while smiling, then she looks at me a little anxiously. "T-thank you… Master… but, I haven't done anything for you."
I get an idea that makes my dick twitch. "Do you know how to use your mouth?"
She needs a little stiffly. "Yes… I was taught that."
I wonder how.
I release her from my hug, and she leaves the stool, then I sit down on it, and she gets on her knees.
She stares at my cock and blushes, then resolves herself and grabs it delicately. She opens her mouth wide, revealing her four cute canines, then slowly swallows it all. That was slightly scary, but she seems to know how to keep those teeth away from my skin.
Her mouth is warm and soft, but to be honest, the feeling isn't special, it's the view. A cute woman with a dick in her mouth is one of the most erotic sights I can imagine. You shouldn't watch too much porn, it'll rot your brain and make you fantasize wildly about sex, only to be disappointed at reality when you finally get laid.
She starts to carefully move her head, and I feel her tongue moving around. Now that feels good.
"Rougher," I whisper, and she moves her tongue with more vigor.
What a good girl.
She grabs the shaft and moves her hand along with her head, which just adds to the eroticism.
The pleasure; her face; the tension of these past few days fading away; my fears and guilts surfacing; my dark desires that I'm forced to face; my wish for comfort and skinship. All these things contribute to me just wanting to let it out, so I don't last long, barely two minutes. This is the fastest I've ever came.
"I'm coming," I warn her.
She doesn't pay attention and chokes on it. She only partially swallows, and the rest is wasted on the floor.
"Sorry, Master," she apologizes, sounding disappointed with herself.
I laugh and pat her head as I respond, "There's no problem, you were perfect."
I see a white trickle coming from the corner of her mouth and smile. This scene is just so erotic.
Oh, shit, I still haven't kissed her yet. What kind of gentleman am I if I got the order of things wrong? Now there's no way I'm kissing her like this.
I awkwardly ask her, "Sorry, but can you brush your teeth? I want to kiss you, but I don't want to do it like this."
She widens her eyes for a second, then pulls out her toothbrush with a *poof* and starts brushing her teeth. After a few seconds, she murmurs something and casts [Clean] on her mouth.
Now that she's ready, we finally get into the bath together. She sits on my lap, and I hug her tight, then she relaxes her body against mine.
I look into her large orange eyes lustfully, then I finally kiss her.
She doesn't move her tongue much, so I work for both of us. I explore her mouth and cautiously avoid her sharper-than-normal canines. I'm really glad she's trained because those four teeth could've given me a nasty cut and a new trauma that I don't need.
She slowly gains confidence and starts moving her tongue energetically, rubbing it strongly against mine, asking for more pleasure. Our tongues wrestle for a long time until they finally tire out. Kissing inside a hot bath is truly therapeutic.
I break the kiss, then she hugs me tight and leans her head against my mine. It feels so good that it warms my heart, and I almost cry. This is honestly the thing I needed the most: a hug. I just want to fall asleep like this.
I'm not alone anymore.
My eyes start closing in sleepiness, then I hear a knock on the door. Our time is up, and we have to leave.
While feeling like I'm lifting a ton of concrete, I break our hug. She suddenly twitches and wakes up.
Oh, fucking hell. How're you so cute?
"S-sorry, I fell asleep," she sleepily says and rubs her eyes.
Is she blushing or is it the hot bath?
I yawn and pat her head. "No need to apologize for that," I whisper gently.
We quietly dress ourselves and go back to the inn to have dinner. She hugs my arm as we walk, then sits right beside me. I missed cute acts like this.
Selina comes into the dining hall, and she sees us both. I instinctively freeze as if I was caught red-handed, and I clearly see her mouth move into an "ohoho~" kind of laugh, then she smiles and goes back to work.
What was that…?
I shake my head and stop thinking about it.
I don't have the mind to think about it right now, and I don't even know what I want my relationship with Selina to be.
Basking in a post-orgasm glow, we don't talk much and just enjoy our meal, then we go back to our room for round two.
I lay down on the bed first and smile at her. She skips forward, then lays on top of me, and we start kissing.
We spend long minutes just kissing while my hand slowly explores every centimeter of her body, then I finally reach between her legs and start moving the same way as before.
Her tongue moves with a new thirst she hadn't shown yet, then she suddenly breaks it and motions to take my clothes off. I stop playing with her, and in a flash, we're both naked again.
I suddenly grab her and switch positions, putting her below me. She looks at me in surprise and freezes from my sudden action, then I smirk, and she relaxes again.
Sorry, I'm the one in charge for our first time.
We immediately resume madly kissing, and I feel her down there. Lewd noises come out as her wetness sticks to my fingers.
I untangle her from me and sit so that I can pull out my Ring of Fertility, which I promptly wear and turn on.
I like this name.
Then I pull out a towel, and put it below her because you never know. She just patiently waits for me, but her body fidgets with anxiety.
I smile suggestively, and she spreads her legs for me, and her pussy lips part, showing their wetness to me.
I look her in the eye and scooch closer so that the tip of my dick touches her lips. She stares intensely at it, then her tail starts wagging slowly.
I whisper sultrily, "I'm putting it in, okay?"
"Okay…" She responds shyly, her eyes glued to my cock.
I like how she's straightforward and doesn't hesitate. I guess this is the result of her "training," which makes things so much easier.
I control the sadism inside me and softly add, "If it hurts, tell me, please. We'll do it slowly."
She nods, then I push my hips forward and I slide in. She's tight, so deliciously tight I almost grunt with pleasure.
She lets out a faint moan, then I feel some resistance. I put a little more strength in it, and I get through.
She makes a pained face, so I stop and apply [Regeneration] on her.
"W-what? Magic?" She asks, completely surprised.
I nod and caress her cheek. "Yes, I don't like seeing you feeling pain."
She puckers her lips cutely, a little embarrassed. "Thank you. It's alright now."
I feel her vagina relax, reducing the tightness just a little.
I lean forward until I can feel her hot breath on my face, then I whisper sultrily, "Tell me if it hurts again. I can apply [Regeneration] for a long time."
"Regen-... that's okay." She nods repeatedly and smiles.
I push until I'm as deep as I can inside her, and we both moan, then I start moving my hips, and she doesn't complain about discomfort. It seems the spell did a little more than just healing and helped her vagina get comfortable with my thick cock spreading her small flower.
I don't try to hold it in to last longer. It's her first time, I'm tired, and I just want to enjoy myself, so there's no pressure for me to perform.
Alissa's cute moans gradually become voiceless as the pleasure builds up inside her. She starts writhing, then she closes her eyes and hugs me, digging her nails deep on my skin.
I cast [Regeneration] again on her just to be sure, but she gets so consumed by the pleasure that she doesn't even notice it.
She starts to move her body to impale herself harder on me. Her desperate thirst for cock is just delightful. I want to burn in my memory her cute, moaning face. I want a painting of it.
She bites her lip, then she turns her head away and opens her mouth, letting her moans freely escape. Her pretty little red lips are so captivating that I feel like biting them.
She opens her eyes, and her two pretty orange irises stare deeply into me, then she grabs my head, and we kiss wildly.
You're my precious treasure.
I don't last much longer and release it all inside her, then we let the embers in our hearts slowly cool down as we just stare at each other's eyes. Our hot and quickened breaths slow down, then we kiss one more time.
Alissa conjures some water into a bucket to clean us both. Her finger turns into a faucet as a substantial trickle of water comes out of it. I guess this is what Ghulam meant when they said she's trained in "lifestyle" magic. She knows enough magic that it's useful in the day-to-day.
I take a look at the towel and see a small drop of blood on it. She notices it a moment after and quickly snatches it to give it a wash.
After she washes us both, we go back to hugging on the bed and sleep together naked.
This time I don't have a nightmare. I just dream that I'm back on the bath, hugging her.
Someone knocks on the door.
"The breakfast is ready," I hear Selina's voice.
I open my eyes and see Alissa's face. Her pretty orange eyes stare lovingly at me, then her ears twitch, and she smiles adorably. Cuteness, first thing in the morning.
"Good morning, Master," she whispers, and I see her tail swaying from behind her.
"Good morning…" I whisper back, then I cup her cheek, and she closes her eyes in delight from my touch. "Were you awake for long? You don't have to keep hugging me if you were uncomfortable."
Her arms push me closer, and she pouts. "I wasn't uncomfortable. I've never slept like this before, but I enjoyed it a lot."
I nod gently and caress her. "We'll always sleep like this from now on. I don't want to sleep alone ever again."
She smiles and nuzzles her face on my chest. I want to close my eyes again and go to sleep like this, but hunger wins. We get up and start getting dressed, then I stretch and yawn happily.
I slept like a baby. I didn't toss around my sleep, and my back doesn't hurt. It seems the best medicine for sleep is Alissa.
I turn around to put on my pants, and she gasps.
"Master, I'm sorry about this," she apologizes worriedly.
I look at her and raise an eyebrow. "What?"
"Your back is scratched," she mutters, then looks down, and her posture shrinks.
I chuckle softly. At least whatever compels her to not "harm" me isn't that sensitive. Then I shake my head and reassure her, "That's proof that a man did his job, so don't worry about it."
She nods, still worried, but lets it go.
We happily eat our breakfast in silence, but I just want to stare at Alissa eating, though.
Did they put extra spice? The soup tastes better today.
Once she finishes it up, I say, "If you're hungry, it's okay to ask for more. If you get malnourished, your performance will fall."
"Understood, Master," she responds with a happy nod.
"Also, are you okay?" I probe and watch her intensely. "Thinking of last night, are you uncomfortable or feeling pain somewhere?"
Her ears stand up in attention and she shakes her head emphatically. "I'm fine. Your spells eased any pain I had. Thank you, Master."
We smile at each other like two silly lovebirds and finish our meal.
After breakfast, we go back to our room. I'm starting to feel like doing it again, but I need to take it easy with her. She was a virgin just yesterday, after all, and we also have to talk about something serious.
We sit on the bed facing each other, and I assume a more serious tone as I ask, "Now, then. Can you open your own status window?"
"Yes, Master," she diligently replies.
I open my own "Status," and see that under "Affiliations," there's the entry: "Alissa (Blood Slave)."
"Then tell me every-…" I stop mid-sentence.
Ho-ho-ho, Christmas came early.
There's a new button below all the other "menu" options I have, it's named "Followers."
I click it.
Name: Alissa | Age: 16 | Race: Fox-Type Wereanimal
HP: 100 | MP: 125 | Magic Power: 24
Level: 24 | Experience: 245/6500
Strength: 11 | Endurance: 18 | Dexterity: 22
Speed: 20 | Intelligence: 11 | Wisdom: 12
Willpower: 16 | Charisma: 10 | Piety: 15
Perception: 17 | Sanity: 15
Status Effects: NONE | Titles: NONE
Affiliations: Blood Slave (Owner: Wolf Ryder)
Damn, girl. Those are some high stats. I'm jealous.
I also have the option to look at her skills and magic.
Alissa Skill Report
Sword Use: 9 | Bow Use: 20 | Parry: 4
Dodge: 2 | Sense Presence: 5 | Hide Presence: 3
Enhanced Olfact: 5 | Enhanced Hearing: 3 | Pain Resistance: 2
Hawk Eyes: 1 | Muscle Explosion: 1 | Quiet Steps: 3
Quiet Action: 2 | Tracking: 2
Sense Mana: 1 | Mana Control: 1 | Fire Magic: 1
Light Magic: 1 | Space Magic: 1 | Conjuring Magic: 1
Housework: 3 | Cooking: 2 | Cleaning: 2
Washing: 5 | Riding: 2 | Oral Technique: 4
Hand Technique: 2 | Fox Transformation (innate): 4
Holy shit girl, you're strong.
What the hell is [Muscle Explosion]? [Tracking] is a skill that goes up to level five, so I guess it's not a bad thing she's at level two. Miscellaneous skills like [Cooking], [Cleaning], and [Housework] go up to level ten, so she's not inexperienced in them. Oral and [Hand Technique] are clearly sexual. Also, now I know why she's so good at washing. And what's that (innate) skill? I never saw it on my skill list. And finally, I'm really worried about how she got that [Pain Resistance].
Her magic is:
Clean | Spirit Light (Weak) | Conjure Water | Conjure Bland Meal (weak) | Fireball
Telekinesis | Item Box (weak)
I guess that "(weak)" means she learned [Item Box], [Conjure Bland Meal], and [Spirit Light] even though she doesn't have enough skill points for it.
I see she has four unassigned skill points, and I can edit them, just like I can do for myself. I can add and remove points, but I can't remove from trained skills, and I can't add to that (innate) one.
Still… This. Is. Fucking. Amazing!
"Master, what is it?" She innocently asks and tilts her head cutely. Heart damage.
"Hmm…" I rub my chin in thought and tentatively ask, "Is it possible for someone to see someone else's status screen?"
"You mean, like the Inspection Crystal?"
"More like seeing someone else's screen like you see your own."
"Huh…" She mumbles, and her ears flick. "Never heard of it. Only the Crystal should be able to look into someone's soul."
"Well. Here's a secret you have to keep." -I smile excitedly- "I can see your status screen like it's my own."
"Wha-wha-what?!" She stutters and stares at me incredulously.
I shrug. "That's how it is. To prove it, let me tell you something personal: you have four skill points in [Oral Technique]," I teasingly say with a smirk.
She gasps and her eyes widen, then she starts blushing heavily.
I tease her further, "Tell me, how did you learn that skill?"
"I-I didn't!" She suddenly exclaims and her arms twitch in exasperation, her tail goes stiff, and her voice cracks, seemingly about to cry. "I mean, it wasn't real… I swear! I-it's wood…! Please!" She's in a full-on panic.
I grab her shoulder and look straight into her eyes. "Calm down! That's not what I meant."
She freezes completely and starts to control herself again. "Y-yes… that's right… I'm sorry, I lost my temper, Master. I-I deserve punishment for this." She suddenly bows and keeps her head low.
"You don't deserve punishment," I flatly respond, slightly annoyed at her behavior. I grab her shoulder and gently pull her straight, but she still keeps her head down.
"Thank you, Master," she mutters.
"Now, you said wood?" I ask, trying not to giggle.
She raises her head and looks at me nervously, then her eyes shift about. "Y-yes… The Chieftess brought wooden penises for us to practice on. She showed me the act, and I copied it. It was so embarrassing…"
I wonder how she'd feel if she had to show her skills during customs. Well, anyways… I at least have to give my thanks to this "Chieftess" for her thoughtfulness. Alissa's blowjob felt really good.
I simply smirk at her, and she starts pouting from my teasing, then something dawns on her, and she asks, "But, Master, how are you doing it? I've never heard of such a skill."
I awkwardly massage my neck and look away.
I don't want to tell her the truth yet, and she doesn't need to know everything, so I'll just tell a small part of it.
I turn to her and answer seriously, "It's only possible with you because you're my slave, but I can't tell you how I do it. Also, remember that this is a secret, so don't tell anyone."
"Understood," she nods energetically. Even her nods have their own charm.
Fuck, I'm way too crazy about her right now.
I clear my head of these silly thoughts so I can focus on continuing the questioning. "Now, how did you learn [Item Box]?"
She hesitates for a moment, then she responds unsurely, "I copied the Chieftess' mana manipulation until I was able to cast the spell." My questions may be confusing her, but she's not comfortable enough in asking what the fuck is wrong with me, yet.
"Hm… let's start at the beginning. How is magic learned, in general?"
She nods slowly, and her voice becomes even more hesitant. "It's common to start learning spells while one's still a child. In my case, I hugged the Chieftess while she practiced magic until I learned [Sense Mana], then I copied the feeling I had when hugging her until I learned [Mana Control]. After that, I trained to increase my mana pool until I had enough mana to use [Item Box], then, finally, I copied her mana manipulation until I was able to cast it. It went the same way for [Conjure Bland Meal] and [Spirit Light]. It's essential for a hunter to have those spells, so I trained more intensively than a normal child to learn them."
Then I'll do the same thing with her until I learn those skills and spells. Possibly at night, before I abuse her body.
I rub my chin in thought. "I see… Now, what is [Muscle Explosion]?"
Her voice now becomes completely robotic. "It's a skill that lets me do a really strong or really fast movement for a split second. It's useful in avoiding a fatal strike that you can't avoid entirely."
Oh? So that's how the Orc Headhunter might have been able to dodge the [Ice Lance] from Rania.
"How did you get [Pain Resistance]?"
"That's…" -She looks down worriedly and her ears go flat- "Please understand that I'm the one who insisted on it." If she wasn't talking in such a serious tone, I'd be squealing at her cuteness.
I frown in confusion. "What…? What does it mean?"
"I asked for the Chieftess to torture me."
I let my eyebrows shoot up and stare at her very worriedly. "Uh… and why would you do that?"
She straightens her posture, and her ears perk up, then she puts her hands on her lap in a lady-like way, and proudly declares with a practiced tone, "I'm supposed to be a tool. I'm to be used in combat or as a sex slave as you see fit, so I can't afford to fail because of pain. It would bring great shame to my clan if the soldiers they train can't reach the utmost of their potential due to such a simple weakness. The Chieftess was too soft, she didn't want to do it, but I insisted until she gave in, so please, don't think she's a bad person. It's just my duty to be strong."
That's excessive. She really takes her duty seriously, but I'm starting to feel bad about her. That Chieftess also sounds like a mother, but I don't think I should ask her about that right now.
I straighten my posture, too, and assume a more serious tone. "Well, again, I must say I'm sorry because I don't plan on putting you in any sort of situation that will require you to have that skill."
She stays still for a few seconds, then lowers her head, bites her lip, and clenches her fist. After a few seconds of emotions building up, she leans forward and rests her head against my shoulder.
The composure from before is completely gone as she softly whispers, "Thank you, for being so kind. I… am glad you bought me. I know it's my duty to be a tool, but I'm still glad you're my master."
Even if she's brainwashed into wanting to fulfill her "duty," it doesn't change the fact that she'll feel better if she's treated like a human… werefox, I mean.
I hug her and pat her head, then we stay like this for a while. This position is a little uncomfortable, so I turn her around and adjust myself so I can hug her from behind.
My cheek rubs on hers, and I can clearly smell the perfume I bought for her. She slowly recovers from her emotional state, and I feel her cheeks burn against mine.
After a while longer, her embarrassment subsides, so I continue, "What is [Fox Transformation]?"
She turns her head to the side and sends me a subtle confused glance. Then she speaks and her breath tickles my neck, "It's the racial skill of all wereanimals. My type is fox, so I can turn into a large one, and I'm really proud of its size" -she smiles excitedly- "and since you're small, you can even ride on me."
Argh, emotional damage. I'm conscious of being small and thin, but still, that's cool as fuck.
"That's amazing, I really want to see that," I approve and give her a warm look.
She smiles back, then faces forward and returns to our previous hugging position.
"Master… do you allow me to ask one question?" She asks tentatively.
I pat her head. "Yes, you may. You can ask anything you want, actually."
I'll likely lie because I still don't want to explain everything to her. I also don't feel like talking about home because explaining my background might be really hard and not that important in the end. Creating a rather believable lie might even be useful in the future if I have to explain myself to others, so I can determine its believability by her reactions.
She frowns slightly and her ears twitch cutely as she asks, "The questions you ask me are… odd. Forgive me for saying this, but why haven't you learned these things? Even a commoner's child would've learned from their parents a simple spell like [Clean]."
I gently caress her head and calmly lie through my teeth, "Think of it like this: I'm a foreigner from a really, really far land. The common sense here is just way too different from the one in my homeland, so I've been trying to get the general sense for how things are done here to not stand out."
Her ears perk up as it dawns on her. "Oh! I understand, Master, but how far is it that you never met another wereanimal?"
I look away and think for a moment. "I'm… well, it's difficult to give you a sense of distance since even I don't know because I teleported here. My origin is another secret, so let's just say that I come from somewhere far and poor when asked. Also, it's okay to say I never told you its name."
Her tail stops swaying as she mutters, "I see…" And I feel a hint of disappointment in her voice.
Can't let the awkward atmosphere settle, so quickly I move on. "Next topic. Do you pray?"
Her tail starts swaying again, and she answers earnestly, "Yes, I do. I pray to the God of War for glory in battle and the God of Endurance to allow me to fulfill my duty." -I'm not really surprised with her choice of gods- "Do the people of your homeland not know about the Humanoid Gods, Master?"
"Correct. Which is why I think I should start praying to them, but how should I do it?"
She tilts her head cutely and I pat her harder. "Hm… just ask for help? The gods may have lost their mortality and bonds with the land, but they still have their own personalities, their likes, and their dislikes. The God of War and the God of Endurance were simple men during their lives, so I just ask them for glory in battle and the power to keep standing after."
I scratch my head as I think. "Do you like, hold your hands to pray or do some sort of ceremony, like, get on your knees? Do you give them offerings or something like that?"
"There's no need. Praying is the way you tell them how you wish to be helped, and they're gods who focus on results, so they'll help you when you need and become happy when you succeed."
How practical. I like these gods.
I pat her head absentmindedly. "Hm… I'm thinking about praying for the God of the Sun, the Goddess of Growth, and the Goddess of Knowledge. What do you think?"
She sends me a curious glance. "God of the Sun? I don't know why people would pray for him unless you're royalty."
I smile wryly. "Yeah, well, I have my reasons."
"Okay…" She mumbles, still a bit awkward with my ignorance. "Then the Goddess of Growth is a good one to pray to if you're training hard. She's also known to help the Goddess of Fertility and the Goddess of Plants."
I guess the interpretation of "growth" is quite liberal, then.
"But why the Goddess of Knowledge? Wouldn't the God of War be better for an adventurer?" She continues probing. Her curiosity has led her to forget her slave training, which pleases me greatly.
"I'm actually more of a mage, so I want to improve my magic, and I also think knowledge should be helpful in understanding this place since I'm a foreigner." I smile wryly.
Her ears twitch again and I almost squeal. "Oh! You're a mage who can use the sword? Ah, yes, you did use [Regeneration] on me last night. But that's amazing, Master!" She looks at me wide-eyed. That's enough praise, please. "Then I think the Goddess of Knowledge is a good choice. If we please the God of War enough, then he could bless you even if you don't pray to him."
What a nice guy.
"Then how should I pray for them?"
I pat her head more intensely, and she closes her eyes for a moment to enjoy it before answering, "I don't know much about the God of the Sun, but maybe you should ask for a hard day's work? For the Goddess of Growth, you have to wish to improve with all your willpower; that's how the priest taught me. The Goddess of Knowledge is very fickle, so you should ask a scholar about it. From what I understood, you need to wish to seek knowledge without 'cloudy eyes' and to always write a book about what you know."
"Cloudy eyes"? Is that bias? I guess I should talk to Ciel about it.
I give her a little squeeze in appreciation. "That's all I had to ask. Do you have any questions about me?"
She grabs my hand on her belly and also gives it an appreciative squeeze. "Not right now, Master."
"Then let's form a fellowship."
A fellowship of the rin-... nah. Anyway, it's like a game "party." It allows us to share experience and to always know the position of each other. The dungeoneering advice book said it's the first thing a group of people working together should do. Also, I feel like I don't want to ever break this fellowship with her.
We interlace the fingers of our right hand with each other and recite the phrase in unison, "We swear to share our war and our soul and to always keep each other's company."
On my menu screen, under "Companions," the entry "Alissa" appears. If I concentrate and think about her, I should be able to sense the direction and her distance from me. But since she's too close right now it doesn't work properly.
I release her hand and crawl close to her. I caress her cheek as I say to her, "Let's go to the hunters' guild after lunch. Right now, I want to savor you." I suddenly hug her tightly and throw us onto the bed.
"YAH!" She screams in surprise at the sudden attack.
I kiss her deeply as my hand explores her body, then her tongue starts to respond.
I've always considered myself the "clingy" type, and it was so bad that I'd hold myself back because I always wanted to touch and hug Lily whenever possible. I feel like Alissa won't say no to me, even if she doesn't want to cuddle, so I'll have to learn her limits with skinship, too, even though I don't want to.
Shit, thinking about Lily makes me feel guilty, but I told myself I'd enjoy this world, dammit. I'll do whatever I want!
The kissing escalates, and soon we're naked again.
I lick her nipples, suck on them, pinch them lightly, worship them. This time, I take my time caressing her body until I make her wet without even touching her down there.
I stop and stare at her with a grin. Her thighs rub against each other and she pants softly, getting out of breath already.
"You want it?" I whisper in a husky tone.
She doesn't answer, but she licks her lips.
"Tell me what you want," I press her further.
She looks at me with a mix of a pout and a shy look on her face. Her delicate whisper makes my cock twitch as she pleads, "P-please put it in, Master."
If a phrase could be considered art, that would be it.
This time she's more relaxed, so she's not so tight, and she doesn't make a pained face when I slide in.
She keeps her eyes open, locked with mine, and we enter a trance as our bodies move on their own, fueled by the mad desire to fuck.
I don't try to hold it in, and soon, I splurge all over her taut belly.
I'll slowly increase the time I last to match her own sexual stamina. Doing too much and too hard might hurt her for now, so I have to ease her into the world of sex.
After a quick wash, I hug her, and we doze off.
I wake up feeling hungry. By the position of the sun, it's not even noon yet. I slowly detach myself from Alissa's body and get up, then she also gets up immediately after. She must've been sleeping lightly.
This time, I have her teach me how to brush her hair and tail. I'm a little bit afraid of damaging her fur or hurting her, so I let her finish the job after learning the basics.
We get up, and she cringes again at the new set of love marks she left on my back.
We go downstairs, and I see something that melts my heart.
"What is that… animal?" I point to the cute little creature.
I see a forty centimeters tall cute little squirrel with a cute little apron and a cute miniature broom. It sweeps the floor of the inn while humming in a cute little voice and smiling cutely. It has a slightly oversized cute hand with rather long fingers that let it grip things easily.
Alissa hums mirthfully and assumes a teaching tone as she educates me, "That's a nature spirit. They're souls of people who didn't want to leave the land, so they fused with the souls of nature and materialized like this. If you give it something it likes, it might help you. Also, it's a good omen to see an inn being able to make one happy…" -She squeezes my hand and lowers her voice- "But, Master, they're everywhere, how come you never saw one?"
I scramble to search for another lie. "Erm… perhaps the souls in my homeland never linger long. I guess our priests are just good." I shrug.
She gives a look of wonder. "I see, so it must be a place full of good Spirit mages, then."
I grin and whisper, "Can I pet it?"
Her expression becomes a bit pitying. "It'll just dematerialize if you try. You have to win its trust first."
Awn… let's just move on and have lunch.
Every so often, we find a minstrel on the streets, singing about something random. This seems to be a profitable job since most of them have quite a bit of coin in their tipping hats. Though, for me, they sound kinda bad. The instant translation inside my brain prevents me from enjoying the poetry, and the instruments they use, mostly lutes or harps, are rather crude.
"Curious about the minstrels, Master?" Alissa asks, failing to hold back a slightly smug smile.
I smile wryly. "Uh, yes. Seems profitable to sing on the streets."
"Only because it's the month of Song. Because of the Festivals of Seasons, the temple encourages us to tip the singers."
Alissa smiles at my innocence.
Money is short, so we buy a cheap meal with some Rabid Rabbit meat, then we go to the hunters' guild.
I'll register Alissa because that gives the guild a paper trail that she's with me. This also marks that she's reliable so she can do business in my stead in the future.
The attendant raises an eyebrow when she looks at Alissa's ID card.
It's the sexual skills, right?
I also register the fellowship. It's just a courtesy, but the guild likes it because they can better organize the hunters in times of crisis.
For some reason, you have to name your fellowship. I think about naming it "Fellowship of the Ring," but I worry about copyright laws in this game, erm, world, so I try to think of something more appropriate.
Alissa tilts her head in confusion and questions, "Master… why are you looking so serious? It's just a name isn't it?"
No, little one, this is my banner, my heraldry, my legacy, my legend. I can't screw up and end up like I did with my new name where I feel uncomfortable when people call me Wolf Ryder. I need a strong name that instills pride when it's uttered.
"You wouldn't understand," I wryly answer.
Alissa gives me a troubled look while the female attendant shrugs. She has seen this scene more than once.
Honestly, nothing feels appropriate, but it's not like people are going to laugh at this name, so I'll just pick a reference to something I like. I kind of like astronomy even though it's not my area, so I pick something in reference to that.
"Helios," I write down the name. Maybe the God of the Sun will get the reference.
The attendant takes the papers away, and under "Affiliations" on our status screen, the entry "Helios (fellowship)" appears.
With that, we move towards the training grounds.
I give her hand a gentle squeeze and state, "I want to see you train the sword and the bow a bit to get a feel for your strength. I also want to spend the afternoon here so that I can train my magic."
Her ears point up and her tail sways faster as she gives me a slightly proud smile. "Understood, Master. I'm sure you won't be disappointed with my skills."
We enter the grounds, and Toga's gaze immediately finds me.
Nope, not today. I'll be training magic on my corner veeery far away from you.
But first, I watch Alissa spar with an instructor, and thankfully, it isn't Toga. It's a much gentler man, but he's no less skilled.
Alissa flows with the sword, making dodging and parrying seem effortless, then she smoothly weaves in attacks with blinding speed. She's truly fast, though the instructor is still faster.
I'm actually curious why she's so good at dodging and parrying since her level in those skills are lower than mine. Perhaps it's the "Speed" and "Dexterity" that combine with the skill and work as some sort of multiplier, so she doesn't need a high skill to be effective.
A few men stare at Alissa intensely.
Shoo, go away, that one is mine. There are other women here that are also training, so go bother them.
After a few minutes, I go to my corner and continue watching from afar. I ask the Goddess of Growth to help me increase my MP so I can always have mana to heal and support Alissa, then I start my [Fireball] routine.
After an hour, Alissa switches to the bow and she quickly starts drawing a crowd with her archery skills. Her speed is comparable to the instructors, but her accuracy is unmatched. She's my own female Legolas.
She looks ferocious as she fires arrow after arrow, her eyes staring towards her target like a hawk does to its prey. It's a complete reverse of how she is in bed, kind of the inverse of me.
Alissa keeps taking my concentration away with her beauty and magnificence, so my training routine is sloppier than before. But it's okay since I enjoy watching her very much.
When dusk starts to come, we go back to the inn and reserve another bath. I'm way too tired for anything, so we just cuddle and kiss in the hot water.
After dinner, I ask her to use her mouth, and she happily gobbles it up, eager to show her skills.
She gives me a constant and smooth pleasure, and I close my eyes to enjoy it to the fullest. This time, she understands my warning and doesn't choke.
Then we sleep together while hugging each other again.
I dream of Alissa shooting goblins while I laugh and drink tea.