It’s been over an hour since I managed to get Sam to retire to the bedroom for the night, and I’ve been hobbling about on this damn injured shin of mine ever since. When that fearso Princess kicked
she really ant it and put a lot of her super-strength behind it. It’s throbbing like no one’s business. Does that damned brat really want to share my bed with
so badly?
Gods, I just don’t understand any of this for the life of . How did I even get here?
None of this situation that I’ve found myself in makes any sort of logical sense, although I suppose I figured that out when my cock doubled in size and my load shot out with the force of a geyser. What an... eventful day this day has been.
Out of apprehension for the young, nubile girl lying in wait above
on the second floor, I take my sweet ass ti doing the dishes and then do the sa with my paperwork. For as long as possible, I avoid going up to et her, although I know I can't wait forever. The nial distraction of filling out the proper reimbursent forms and generic quest reports helps a modest amount for getting my thoughts off Sam.
Still, as soon as I’m done, my mind drifts straight back to my new, problematic adventurer and her uncountable flirty advances.
Just what is she possibly after here? Is the most straightforward answer really the correct one, and Sam just happens to think I’m cute? I’m not used to being told I’m attractive, so it’s hard to imagine it being true. I’m not particularly ugly, just... rough-looking at best and intimidating at worst. I try to compensate for this by presenting myself as slick and well-grood, but even then. Far be it from
that I pretend to know what won find hot, though.
After finishing the bureaucratic work on my plate all the way down to dotting the last 'i' and crossing the last 't', I bundle them all up in an envelope and put in the sli cores, which serve as the proof of kill. I drift on my throbbing leg over to the mailbox outside. Tomorrow, the Mailmage can pick them up in the morning and ship them out to the Association. We'll get our pay later in the day once it's processed, and I'm looking forward to it no matter how ager our haul will be.
Finally, I head over to the cleaning closet in the east wing to sate my curiosity and quickly take inventory. I'm not actually planning to clean anything up at this mont, mind. It’s just one more thing I can do to stall out my ti. Not only that, but Sam’s efforts to rouse
to work on myself have gone and gotten
thinking about actually, maybe, potentially even, getting so work done on the Guild itself, so I do genuinely want to take stock of what I have.
Cleaning, though? Cleaning... it’s a daunting task, and frankly, I don’t want to do it.
While it’s not the veritable fortress that is the Perlshaw Adventurer’s Guild, the Dewhurst Guild is a very large building with three separate wings, a large basent, and a second floor on each wing. That's all well enough on its own, but it's not even ntioning the backyard. There's a sizable training area there, as well as a filthy, onsen-styleonsen-styled bathhouse that has fallen to ruin, and lastly, we have so worn-down sheds, too. My neglect has led to my own chambers, the kitchen, and my office being the sole relatively well-maintained rooms, and even then, I'm not convinced they're all that much to write ho about.
Beyond trying to sohow scrounge up so more adventurers if this stuff with Sam works out, my first order of business is to get her running enough quests to the point where we're actually able to start saving up enough funds to hire actual cleaning staff. Live-in maids would be my preference, but Gods only know how much that would cost . Dreaming about such things is all lovely and all, but that won’t happen for a long ti. The only reason I’m dwelling on it so hard is that there's no way I can clean this entire Guild myself- I tried.
That's how it got so bad in the first place.
Look at , though, staring at a cleaning closet because I'm terrified of what may or may not happen when I set foot into my own damn bedroom...
Eventually, there cos the point where I run out of things I can do to delay the inevitable- no matter how hard I try. If I hesitate any longer, I get a distinct feeling that Sam will run out of patience, march down the stairs, kick my other shin to bits, and carry
off herself. While I can certainly think of worse fates than being whisked away by a Princess with amazon-esque strength, I resolve myself as best I can and walk to the stairway on my own two feet for now.
I look up at the creaky wooden pathway leading up to the second floor. There are full bedrooms up there for the Guild’s nonexistent staff and important guests, in addition to the master suite where I make my dwelling. Co to think of it, it probably slls like years of a lonely erotica enthusiast enjoying his favorite hobby up there. I’m used to the scent, but I highly doubt Sam is... just wonderful.
As if I needed any more excuses not to want to share my bed with her.
Taking one step forward and then another, I drudge myself up like a man walking to the gallows. Considering that that's sothing that may very well happen to
in my future if I do anything uncouth to a certain Princess, I better startstate getting used to this unique and unsettling feeling of persistent dread.
Once finished with the most anxious stairway ascension I’ve ever had the displeasure of experiencing, I look over and see the door to my room in the sa spot it's always been. Only now, instead of a comfortable gateway to safety and reliable comfort, what lies beyond it is only uncertainty and what I believe to be a blonde brat who is as unbearably horny as she is unbearably hot. I close the distance, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, and I knock on the wooden door leading to my bedroom.
Making sure to avoid the off chance that she's changing or otherwise indecent, I ask, “Are you good in there, Sam? Can I co in?”
“Yeah, hold on, Daddy, I’m almost done touching myself.” The girl replies right away with a teasing and sarcastic tone.
“...Right. Well, I suppose I'll just wait here patiently while you're done, then.” I roll my eyes and cross my arms, trying my best to avoid picturing the very sa image she just skillfully implanted within my impressionable and overly erotic imagination.
“I’m just fucking with you, Boss..." Sam has herself a hearty laugh at my expense before continuing on, beckoning
to join her with, "Co on in! It’s your room, after all, you total nerd.”
With a heavy sigh and an even heavier heart, I enter what used to be my personal sanctuary. Only I know that without a doubt, the once hallowed room is a sanctuary no longer- it’s been transford into a damn battlefield.
At first glance, I see that Sam has gone ahead and made herself at ho without waiting for . She's snuggled up tight under my blanket. The only visible part of her body is her head, poking out adorably underneath the covers. Nearby, Sam's bikini armor is shoved onto my nightstand, making them look even more like a stripper's garnts or so sort of cheap fetish wear.
The Princess’s long, blonde hair has been freed from the confines of her spunky twintails, and they’re now free to fall all over the place. Given how rough and rowdy her untad locks were beforehand, Sam now looks almost like so sort of sensual Goddess of bed-heads. It’s a look that works astonishingly well on her, and I once again find myself drawn to just how cute the girl is.
I push the thought out of my mind, knowing if I don't set so ntal boundaries here, then there's no way I'll be able to resist her advances.
Only then, our eyes et, and I see a slight blush on her cheeks that quickly fades. Sam smiles upon seeing , and it's a genuine smile. Wholeso, even. Seeing just how weirdly pleased she is to see
prompts
to give her the sa treatnt right back, despite my anxiety. For a mont, we just stand there looking at each other and grinning for a reason neither of us can explain until we both snap out of it.
So much for resisting, I guess. Just looking at Sam is enough to give
a damned heart attack...
Sam is quick to cover up her own embarrassnt, grumbling, “Geez, it took ya long enough, you slow-ass! Was the paperwork really that bad, or were you just stalling your ti out so you could avoid ?”
I make a slightly annoyed expression brought on by being caught red-handed, and the Princess giggles once she finds out for sure just how right she is.
“A bit of both, although the paperwork really did need to be done. It's important I get the papers sorted out so that they get mailed as soon as possible.”
"Is it?"
"You want us to get paid, don't you?"
"Well, yeah!"
"Then I have to do the paperwork." I sigh, leaving the doorway and further entering the room.
As I approach my humble bed, the surreal feeling of seeing a girl lying upon it for the first ti in my life overtakes . There really is a girl on my bed. I'm not just hallucinating. As if trying to verify her existence, I stare, perhaps lingering a little too over-long.
Then, I raise an eyebrow and sigh. “I suppose it’s not even worth trying the whole, ‘well, I can sleep on the floor, and you can sleep on my bed’ routine, is it?”
She snorts right away at that suggestion. “Not if you want your other shin to stay niiiice and safe, Daddy."
"I thought as much..."
"You gonna get comfortable or what? I already changed.” She smirks.
“Patience, you brat,” I shake my head while teasingly clicking my tongue at her in a mocking fashion. Next, I head over to my dresser, intent on picking out a pair of pajamas for myself.
“Oooh, I like it when you call
that!” Sam replies with friendly sarcasm and more than a bit of naughtiness in her voice. To quell her, I throw a spare shirt from out of the dresser directly at her face. Sam laughs and continues laughing as it hits her, but it falls off as soon as she rolls her head back.
“Of course you do,” I shake my head yet again, stepping into my personal restroom to quickly change out of my prim and proper attire and into my sleepwear- a plain white cotton shirt and simple boxers.
Typically, I don’t ever go to bed this early. I’d spend a few hours reading one of my erotic tos or, in better tis, so sort of Guild reference book, but... it’s been a weird day. Might as well make it a weird night, too, and turn myself in.
“All ready?” Sam asks, right as I poke out of the bathroom. Soone sure is eager to have
lay beside her, though I guess that’s no surprise given everything she's said and done.
“Yes, yes. Scoot over. You're laying on my side.” With my hand, I motion her to the opposite side of the bed.
"Well, if you ca to bed with , you could've told
that sooner!” Sam giggles a bit, retreating under the sheets and burrowing her way to the proper side I indicated. Her head pops out as if she were a sexy little mole, which gets a small but genuine laugh out of . For the shortest of monts, I find myself thinking I could get used to this... then I rember I still actually have to get in the damn bed with her.
I turn off the arcane tech lamp by the side of the bed, darkening the room through the lack of its dim light. At long last, the mont of truth has co. Sam looks at
with a smug smirk, excited for
to stoop down to her level and join her. With great reluctance, I slip under the covers while Sam watches
with devious curiosity.
“You gonna sleep with these things on?” Amid the darkness, I feel Sam’s finger tracing against the rim of my magical glasses. With her strength and her recurring clumsiness, Sam is extra careful not to knock them off by accident.
“No, I was about to switch them off for my sleeping mask, actually.” I reach over to the nightstand on my side of the bed. As I slide open the drawer Sam continues speaking and she says sothing that grabs all of my attention.
“Why? You could look at
just fine earlier when you weren’t wearing ‘em. Should be fine as long as you don’t take your eyes off , right?”
My heart stops, and it feels as if the bratty Princess here just sucked all the air out of the room, leaving nothing but an anxious, disquieting void. She's right. Amidst everything going on with
today, that little detail must have sohow slipped my mind. As soon as she brings it back up, I instantly recall in vivid detail what it felt to look at Sam without my glasses. I rember her beauty, the way her erald eyes glimred like proud, defiant gemstones, and the warm glow of her youthful skin free of blemishes besides the freckles on her cheek.
Even more than Sam's physical beauty, though, I rember how it felt to see things so brightly and clearly after nearly two decades of knowing little more than a dimr, darkened version of the world around . It was serene, graceful, and calming... and it was all because of her.
“You an you noticed?” I say, rather dumbly. Of course she noticed. I just uttered sothing to fill the awkward silence, no matter how stupid it sounded.
“Well, duh,” Sam scoffs at my admittedly brainless comnt. “It was kinda hard not to notice, dummy. What with the way you were gaping at , and all. That look on your face was... like... hmm. I ain’t exactly ‘well-spoken’, ya know? If I had to try and phrase it, it’s like you were a blind man, but you weren’t always blind, then suddenly you weren’t blind anymore... and I was the first thing you saw after getting your sight back. Is that kinda close, or does it not make sense? Like I said, I’m not good at this.”
Damn. We really are on the sa wavelength. “No, that’s... a fairly apt taphor. More or less, you could say that's exactly what I felt, I suppose...”
The bed shifts under Sam’s weight as she moves across it. Her voice gets closer, and the warmth of her breath begins to blow against
as she speaks. In a hushed whisper, the girl asks
softly and sensually, “And? Did you like what you saw?”
My heart just about stops beating from shock. She's so close, I can almost taste her. Gods, I can sll her... even after all that sli slaying, she slls... wonderful.
Sam is obviously trying to escalate things, and I need to at the very least try and put a stop to it even if I’m unable to succeed. I don’t know what’s going to happen from this point on, and a cold sweat begins to form on my brow as my mind instinctually runs through the most negative possibilities it can dream up.
“...Sam, look. I’m not comfortable with this. There are too many things at play here that make this wrong on oh-so-many, many levels. I just t you today, for one, and the two of us need to work together professionally from now on... not to ntion you’ve only just beco an adult, and on top of that, you’re obviously a pr-”
Her face becos panicked, causing
to sigh. I don’t know why I indulge her in this little ga of hers, but it’s just easier to pretend I don’t know her true identity.
“...etty lady. All I'm saying is that it's just too fucking much, alright? Contrary to your thoughts, I don’t believe that you’re here for so clandestine reason. Even if by so chance you are, it certainly doesn't involve sleeping with . I'm asking you one last ti to please, just... stop this nonsense.” I tried my best to lay it all out for her, but when I motion to begin turning over away from her, Sam’s hand reaches out to my shoulder and pins
down. Her grip is powerful, and I can’t do a thing about it.
The runaway Princess removes my glasses straight off my face, then finally erges from under the covers, throwing them off behind her. She delicately places my all-important seeing aide on the bedside table before hiking her legs over my hips and straddling
with confidence. Sam looks down straight into my eyes with a severe and determined expression. No teasing, no ‘daddy’, and indeed, no bullshit.
The room may be dark, but through the cheap curtains drifts in a precarious amount of sensual, springti moonlight. The ambient blue glow shines upon Sam, revealing a simple truth that I had suspected but dared not verify myself. She’s been naked this entire ti- and now she’s not only naked but mounted atop
and pressing down on my hardening groin.
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