After that sweet, sweet morning of bliss, things escalated with Sam more than we planned on. While it's true that we resolved ourselves to enjoy each other’s company as befitting of a man and a woman in lust, neither of us expected to end up in a frankly embarrassing sex-crazed trance which spanned the length of a whopping three whole days. That's not to say we didn't take breaks to chat, eat, shower, and use the restroom, but it was as close to nonstop as we possibly could have gotten away with.
This young, runaway Princess who entered into my life amid a cloud of dust and a broken door has brought out an animalistic, primal side of my personality which I never even knew I had in . Under Sam's influence, I'm encouraged to act dominant, confident, even a little demanding. When I'm like this, I know what I want at all tis, and I don't hesitate when it cos to getting it.
Together, my new lover and I have been thoroughly exploring this new confidence with excited vigor, ravaging each other like rutting beasts. There were no holds barred during this tumultuous display of eroticism, to the point where it’s almost a miracle that Sam didn’t drown in all the cum I shot down her throat.
This ti might not have been spent adventuring or managing a Guild, but it was far from a waste. Ah, who am I kidding? It might have been a waste of our precious adventuring ti, but it was a fun waste that I needed to get out of my system. The important takeaway was that I discovered all sorts of things about my new pretty little Princess during this carnival of perverse delight.
While Sam is a bratty submissive with a massive fetish for what we in the know call 'dd/lg', or 'daddy-dom, little girl' roleplay, her tastes are not strictly limited to that sort of thing. The girl is a tomboy, and a feisty one, at that. She's more than happy to take control of
from ti to ti. Hell, she loves being on top and teasing
out of my mind with unending dirty talk ranging from innocent, sweet nothings to downright nasty shit.
While she could have started things off with being in control, I believe Sam wanted our first ti to go a very specific way. Considering how she was essentially taunting
into becoming, taking a submissive role really enforced the whole thing about taking what I want. After Sam was confident that I learned my lesson, all bets were off, and she was ready to do so role-reversal.
Since then, we’ve taken turns going back and forth on who’s on top depending on who feels like it, or in so entertaining cases, whoever can wrestle their partner into submission beneath them. Sure, Sam has to hold back her strength so that I have any chance of winning, but our wrestling is fun, even if it's fake. Like with the rope, Sam is inconsistent at holding herself back. She admittedly hurt
more than a few tis, but that’s just half of the fun, I suppose.
What I'm grateful for above anything else, though, is that my sexual tastes are perfectly complentary to Sam's and that neither of us wanted sothing the other couldn’t provide. She's a switch who leans towards submissive, while I'm a switch who leans toward dominant. We fit each other like hand and glove- a match made in the Supernal Skies of Serenity.
It turns out I had a whole lot of stress to work through, but my younger lover was eager to help
with every little fantasy I wanted to live out. I have vast tastes owing to my erotica addiction, so there was no shortage of things I wanted to experint with. We fooled around while role-playing different scenarios and discussing lots of fetishes.
It felt weird to be so open with soone over sexual tastes, I've essentially never talked about sexual matters with basically anyone before this, but it went smooth enough since I'm not into anything incredibly crazy.
While we didn't have much to work with, aning things like bondage and toys were out of the picture, for now, we tried out as many of them as we could. I did try tying Sam up with so ropes I had in a storage room, but she's too strong and kept accidentally tearing them. We'd need so heavy-duty enchanted bondage, which is too bad considering how much that would cost.
One notable thing that we didn't try was anal sex. Despite our mutual interest, neither of us felt like getting dressed and heading out to the Dewhurst Market just to buy a jar of lube. It wouldn't have been that expensive, I think, but it's probably for the best. Sam probably needs to be eased into it considering how big I am, and we had enough other ideas to keep us occupied.
No matter what we tried, Sam took it all in stride. She matched my newly awakened monstrous libido with all the youthful vigor of a repressed girl who until now lived a sheltered life and was finally free to act on her desires.
There were only a few things I wanted to try that I didn’t tell Sam about.
One of them was a specific subset of femdom which I just don't think would work very well with Sam's personality. Sothing tells
Sam wouldn't make a very good mommy-dom. She’s a brat, not a mommy. Besides that, whenever I even thought about the idea of a mommy-dom-thed roleplay, Miss Hart's ca to mind.
Since I didn't want to use Sam as a stand-in for the first woman I ever had a crush on, I kept that fantasy to myself. That wouldn't have been very kind to my new partner at all.
The only other thing I can rember that I didn't bring up is my desire to have group sex with other girls, or in other words, to have myself a harem. Sure, harems have been standard in Karnallian culture ever since the end of the Age of Heroes, but I didn't want to potentially upset my new lover by saying, 'you know, this is fun and all, but I want to fuck other won, too'.
Given how many girls in Karnalle are inexplicably bisexual, though, there's a chance Sam wouldn't have a problem with it. Still. There's a ti and a place for everything, and this was neither the ti nor the place to preposition Sam for threesos, foursos, and moresos.
Given how I'm supposed to be acting on my desires, perhaps I was being too considerate... ah, well.
As for the setting of our various acts of obscenity, no venue was left untouched by our filth. Even the poor state of the Guild didn't deter either of us from changing up the locale, as Sam and I did it in my bed, and we did it behind the Guild in the training yard, in the entrance hall, in my office, in the kitchen, hell... when the sll of our obsessive love-making beca less ripe and more rank, we did it in the bath, too. It was absolutely crazy.
The only breaks we took were little sessions in-between rounds where we laid around chatting about our lives or when we took short altis.
Funnily enough, neither of us really wanted to elaborate much on our personal histories. For , it's because I knew it would drag down the mood, and for Sam, she's still trying to be deceptive about her true identity, so the less said about it, the better. It was primarily surface-level subjects like favorite foods, hopes and dreams, and other such topics whenever we talked.
Incidentally, Sam's favorite color is red, her favorite food is any sort of at, and she doesn't really have any hobbies. I found that fact sowhat sad, but it's understandable when I know the only thing Sam’s wanted to do her whole life was to play with swords, but for so reason, she was never allowed to.
As for our altis and snack breaks, we would take little trips together downstairs whenever our hunger grew too big to ignore. Even though the front door remains broken and I won't be able to afford to get it fixed for so ti, Sam would wait in the entrance hall utterly naked while I made whatever I could with what little food I had.
Often, these als would lead to even more depraved sex.
Once fed, Sam would tempt
in so way or another, and I would end up taking the little brat right there on the dirty table we were sitting at. When that was done, I couldn't even get a break while washing the dishes. Her Highness would follow after
sneakily and take
by surprise, sucking my cock while I scrubbed our plates. Nowhere was safe from our lust.
Gods, I can only imagine what would happen if dear old Grandfather could see
now...
He would almost certainly beat
over the head with his cane for every single act of perversion I’ve so far perford beneath this hallowed Guild’s rickety roof. The funny thing is when I imagine that happening, I find myself thinking for the first ti in a long while that I'm glad he's gone. Perhaps it was all the promiscuous sex occupying my ti, but I was able to put his shadow out of my mind for the last couple of days.
For once, I've been actually enjoying myself and haven’t been thinking about all the depressing thoughts stirring around in my mind. It was almost like a holiday from myself.
As far as Sam goes, everything was going great with her beyond the recurring oddness of her vagina glowing pink every ti she received a creampie. Admittedly, I still haven’t broached the topic with Her Highness. The mood is never right, and it’s not exactly sothing I can just start talking about out of the blue.
Besides, whatever's going on with that whole thing is well beyond my capacity to care at this current point in ti. Sam is mysterious enough as it is, what with her status as a runaway Princess. And then there’s my sudden growth-spurt, her miraculously-tid arrival, and my eye developnts, too. I can’t find it in
to waste too much brainpower on every new riddle that insists on rearing its ugly head when there’s already so much to deal with.
Speaking of the growth spurt, it turns out it ca saddled with several side effects. For one, I think it’s safe to say that I no longer run out of sen. If I did have a limit, Sam and I indeed would have reached it many tis over.
Not only that, but my refractory period has shrunken to a comically short wait of only a minute or two, sotis even faster depending on Sam’s actions. Before, it used to take
twenty minutes or so to get it up after ejaculation, just like any other man. Given how much I’ve been using the damn thing lately, I’m happy to see that this is the case.
All in all, these last three days have been unforgettable, and I'll carry the mories for the rest of my life. However, all good things must co to an end. This session of pleasure is no exception, and that leads us nicely to where we're at right now.
The period of passionate sex has passed us by. Now, I lie in bed next to a gorgeous girl who is wrapped around my naked body.
This marks the fifth day that Sam has been in my life, and when the morning hits, I awaken in absolute bliss from our most recent sex coma. Looking at Sam’s still-sleeping face fills my heart with ease. We haven’t really talked about making what we have ‘official’ in any capacity, but I don’t think we really need to. I don’t want to rush things more than we already have, and honestly, it sort of feels like we’re naturally at the point of being called lovers without needing labels.
What Sam and I have isn’t just sex, even if there admittedly is a whole lot of that, too. I feel that strange connection between us growing by the day, and I know she feels the sa. Drawing attention to our unnatural bond might just make it weirder than it already is, so for the mont, I’m satisfied with letting things develop in whatever way they end up doing so.
Besides, there are more pressing matters at hand than whether Sam is officially my girlfriend or not. Naly, there's the cold, hard fact that I can’t live in idle bliss with my new lover when there’s no money coming in to support us.
While it’s true that I’d like nothing more than to jolt Sam awake by initiating yet another round of morning delight, we need desperately to put a stop to all this for the foreseeable future- at least by cutting back on the amount of sex we're having. It’s such a sha, really. Just the thought of this frolicking coming to an end brings a heavy sigh to my lips.
Her Highness was already on the verge of awakening as it was, and my lancholic sigh is what brings her to wake. After hearing my lantation, Sam sits up and throws the blanket off her nude body in a dramatic fashion, revealing her groggy state to the world like she was showing her sluggishness off. She fluffs out her hair, cracks her neck, and belts out a huge, deep yawn while stretching her royal self out.
“The heck’s got you so down in the dumps this early in the morning, Boss?” Sam asks, her voice trailing off into a yawn brought on from her tiredness.
“Nothing too serious. You can go back to bed for a while longer if you still need rest."
"C'mooooon," She pesters. "Talk to ."
"It’s just that I suddenly rembered you ca all the way to Dewhurst so you could beco an adventurer, and then I realized we haven’t done all that much to accomplish your goals.”
The girl rubs so of the sleep from her eyes, then raises a brow. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“Yes. As sad it might be, I think today is the day we should officially get back into the swing of things, my dear.”
“S’pose you’re right,” Sam shrugs before snuggling up to my side and grabbing my morning wood through the blanket. With a teasing grin, she looks back at , asking, “But we could definitely start tomorrow, too. What’s one more day of ssing around, Daddy?”
I grab Sam’s hand off of my dick and place it to her side despite my obvious interest. The girl makes a pouty face, but I can see she understands. “We both know that we’ve had more than enough ssing around, for now, Princess.”
She must have been more tired than I thought because Sam forgets all about our role-playing for a mont. “P-Princess? Where?” I sigh, knowing this girl is nothing if not consistent.
“There’s a Princess right here in this very room, silly. It’s the nickna you wanted so badly. Ring any bells?”
“Gah-“ Sam recoils, blushing. “We were up late, alright? Your Princess is groggy as fuck.” She justifies her slip up, making
chuckle.
“Groggy or not, I adore her all the sa.”
I watch her beco even more embarrassed before she groans and admits, “I guess you’re right about actually doing stuff today, though. I’ve been setting a bad example, seeing as how I did kinda yell at you to get your shit together before, y’know... encouraging you to basically do fuck all for a few days straight.”
“Don’t feel bad, Sam. You were the one who told
to start doing what I wanted, so you can’t bla
for choosing to thoroughly enjoy our ti together thus far. Making love with you in an endless loop has technically only been
following your advice.”
Sam rolls her eyes. “So smooth, and ya ain’t even had your coffee yet...” She says, giving my pec a little love-tap with her fist. “Since you’re the one who wants to get the ball rolling, I’m guessing you already got sothing in mind?”
“Believe it not, so of my spare thoughts here and there over the past few days have been dedicated to figuring out the first steps we need to take care of how to start getting the Guild back up to snuff.”
Upon hearing this, Sam playfully gasps and leans in close to , furrowing her brow. “Wait, what? I’m insulted!” She insists, mock disgust on her face. “How dare you! Your full attention should have been on
every minute of the day!”
“Silly girl,” I reach out and ruffle her ssy bed head. “Only five percent at most of my attention was going towards Guild-related matters. The rest of
was thinking about you, I promise.”
She squints her eyes at
with playful suspicion before breaking character and flashing
that toothy smile of hers which I’ve co to adore. “That so? Well, I s’pose I can settle for ninety-five percent if I have to,” Sam teases. “Carry on.”
I scoff at the permission I’ve been given. “There's a whole ss of things we must do to get the Guild going. First and foremost, we need to get you earning gold. To do that, we’re going to put you through the wringer.”
Sam teases
by chirping, “Been there, done that.”
“This next wringer isn’t going to be a sexual one.” I clarify, much to Sam’s dismay.
“Damn it!” The naked tomboy collapses backward onto the bed, suddenly acting like more of a drama queen than a supposed Princess.
“Indeed. What I’m getting at is you’re going to need to start doing lots and lots of low-level kill quests. We’ll start with more Slis and move up to more challenging targets when you’re ready.”
“Really? More Slis...?” The young adventurer groans as her head falls backward, dreading her subsequent encounter with the infamous blue goo.
“Yes, more Slis. You showed major improvent by the ti we were done the other day, but you can still barely swing your sword without my advice. We could just spend all day out in the training yard having you hit the dummies, but why do that when we could monetize your training? Slis are largely immobile and pose little threat making them the best possible target practice for working on your form. We’ll take a day or so to grind out your basic skills so more.”
“Can’t say I’m thrilled about having to face down more of those fuckers, but you’re right. I gotta keep working on the fundantals. No, scratch that. I want to keep working on ‘em!” The naked Princess summons up her determination and pumps her fists into the air. “Just wish there was a way to get better even faster...”
“There is.”
As expected, this gets
Sam’s full attention. “No way! Are you shitting ? C’mon, Boss. Spit it out!”
"To hurry you up to a passing grade, I’m going to accompany you on every low-ranking quest I send you on until you’re ready to start doing them on your own. It'll be just like the other day, where I give you feedback and point out things you can improve on.”
“Wait, for real? Are Guild Masters even supposed to do that? I thought you guys were just nerds who sat behind a desk all day.”
“That's a large part of our duty, but nothing is saying I can’t leave my desk for a while. Besides, it’s not like I’m expecting anyone to show up looking to register a quest. I can’t even rember the last ti soone ca in and-”
“Boss,” Sam gives
a stiff expression, warning
not to let my negativity get the best of .
“Right, right. Thank you. My point is that at least during these crucial early quests, you definitely need soone there with you to watch over you until you know what you're doing.”
The Princess grumbles to herself, narrowing her eyes. Sam’s level of poutiness increases significantly. “Ugh. I know that you’re trying to be all nice and supportive, but it still hurts to hear ya outright say that I suck at this...”
“That’s not at all what I’m saying, Sam.”
“Sure sounded like it...” The moody girl mumbles, crossing her arms.
“I’m only saying you suck at this so far.”
“Damn, you’re good at reassuring people...”
I sit up entirely from the bed, looking down at my lover before taking Sam’s hand in mine and squeezing it tight. “Think of it this way, I’m in the sa camp as you. By all accounts, I suck as a Guild Master... so far. Just because you and I suck at this mont in ti doesn't an we always will. We'll do this together. I’ll be learning and growing alongside you as I oversee your training and put you to work. How does that sound?”
Sam’s cheeks burn up with a fearso blush as she looks away, but not before a relieved smile forms on her lips. “That... uh... that sounds fine by , I guess...”
Although she doesn’t say it, Sam is pleased to hear that the two of us will be supporting each other as true partners out in the field. As for , well, I'll be damned if I'm not there to see her develop with my own two eyes.
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