I woke up and saw Elise praying to the God of Love.
She knelt, hands clasped.
She was so beautiful in that position.
I began to get dressed.
— Good morning, Master, she said to me in an excited voice, as our next adventures awaited us!
— Let's eat! I said, smelling the freshly baked bread.
We went downstairs and sat at a table.
Stephanie arrived with breakfast.
— Good morning, Stephanie, I said cheerfully.
— Good morning, Stephanie, Elise said politely.
— So, what are you planning to do today? she asked us, placing the meal on the table, her body leaning to better offer me a view of her charms.
I looked away, blushing, which brought a satisfied smile to her face.
— We plan to do our first beginner quest and buy our supplies, Elise said, giving me a reproachful look.
— Yes, do you have any good places to recommend to stock up on supplies?
— You could go to the blacksmith to get a weapon and a shield. For Elise, you'll have to go to a magic shop for her to get a staff. I also advise you to go to the general store to get daily items if you need to camp.
— Yes, good idea!
We left to go shopping with our savings that we had kept to start our adventurer life.
We arrived at the blacksmith's to buy my equipment.
— Hello! I said as I entered.
— Yes, I'm coming! a deep, resonant female voice called out.
A woman in blacksmith's attire emerged from the back shop.
She was a head taller than me, her powerful silhouette outlined in the dim light of the workshop.
Her muscles were well-developed, forming firm curves under the thick fabric of her apron, as one would expect from a seasoned blacksmith.
She was drenched in sweat from the heat of the forge, and her body radiated an intense warmth that reached me even from a distance.
Her chestnut hair, pulled back in a ponytail, clung to her face, some escaped strands highlighting the slenderness of her muscular neck.
I was instantly stunned by this raw and wild beauty.
A warmth rose to my cheeks, making me blush to my ears.
— We'd like armor, a sword, and a shield for my husband, Elise said, pinching my arm with unexpected force to bring me back to my senses.
— What level are you? the blacksmith asked in a voice that rumbled like distant thunder, walking towards us.
Her piercing gaze swept over my outfit, then lingered for a moment on Elise before returning to me.
— We're beginners, I replied, my voice a little trembling, still captivated by this impressive beauty.
— I advise you to take this sword, which is perfect for beginners. It's very durable and inexpensive, which is perfect for hunting small monsters, she said, taking a sword from the display and bringing it towards us.
Her movement was ample and confident, exuding a quiet power.
I took the sword, but I was overwhelmed by her body odor.
She exuded a metallic smell mixed with her sweat, a primal, intoxicating, almost addictive fragrance.
This smell was incredible.
I took the sword with difficulty, my fingers slipping slightly on the handle, less because of the weight than my own embarrassment.
— You can test it on the dummy to familiarize yourself with the sword, she told me, a small smile of pride stretching her robust lips.
I headed towards the dummy.
I used a powerful strike and noticed that the sword was perfect.
But it lacked attack power.
It was, however, the best for that price.
— I will take this sword, I said, a renewed sense of confidence swelling my chest.
— For the armor, I also advise this leather set which will offer you good basic protection.
I looked at the armor, then she walked towards me.
She approached, her warm, slightly salty breath caressing my cheek.
Her powerful hands rested on my shoulders, then slid down my torso to adjust the armor.
I felt her fingers linger for a moment, leaving a trail of warmth on my skin.
I saw her glistening muscles due to sweat, and the captivating smell she exuded was more than incredible.
I was red as a tomato, my heart pounding in my rib cage.
Elise looked at me with a dark look that told me to calm down, her expression bordering on jealousy.
The blacksmith noticed I was blushing.
— So, is this the first time a woman has touched you? she said, laughing, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
— For the shield, I advise this one.
It is quite simple, but it will protect you without handicapping your sword.
I put on the shield.
— Do you want to test it? she asked, a challenging smirk.
— Yes, I do, I replied, my curiosity piqued despite my apprehension.
She took a two-handed sword.
The cold, heavy metal seemed a natural extension of her muscular arms.
— Are you ready? she called out, her voice charged with a promise of intensity.
She charged at me and delivered a heavy blow which I barely blocked.
I felt my arm vibrate painfully, a dry and intense pain shooting up to my shoulder.
Then she followed with a combo of quick and precise strikes.
I was barely able to block everything and fell to the ground, breathless and sore.
— You are incredibly strong! I replied, panting, a mix of admiration and pain in my voice.
Elise walked towards me.
— Are you okay? she asked me, worried, her eyes scanning my body for injuries.
— My arms hurt a little, I said, wincing in pain.
Elise took my arm and cast a healing spell.
I immediately felt the pain in my arm vanish as if by magic, a gentle, soothing warmth spreading through my limbs.
— You're good enough, you should be able to survive, she said, laughing, her clear, resounding laughter filling the forge.
— That will be 100 pieces.
I took out my purse and gave her the 100 pieces.
We had 200 pieces left.
Next, we headed to the magic shop for Elise to find a staff so her spells would be more powerful and allow her to protect herself with it.
We entered this magic shop; a small bell tinkled softly above the door.
On the shimmering shelves were potions, each more mysterious than the last, their reflections shimmering in the gloom.
There were parchments scattered everywhere, some unrolled, revealing ancient writings.
— Hello, my dear customers!
I looked at her, my breath caught by the sight of her.
She was dressed in a witch's robe, her relaxed feet resting carelessly on her desk in black socks.
A peculiar scent reached my nostrils, pungent and yet curiously exciting.
It was the very essence of woman, raw and unadorned, mingled with the intoxicating scents of spell dust and the more animal one of unknown labor.
An olfactory invitation to an unexpected and unsettling intimacy that made me shiver with desire.
Then, her plunging neckline left little to the imagination, offering an unobstructed view of her breasts that seemed to defy the laws of fabric, inviting my gaze to get lost in them.
Her white hair, cascading over her bare shoulders, and her witch hat gave her an air both mysterious and irresistibly provocative.
— I would like a staff to be able to protect myself and improve my powers as a Priestess of Love, Elise said, elbowing me to snap me out of my admiration.
— Your husband is a naughty child, she said, laughing.
— No, I retorted. I just found this place magnificent, between the potions and the herbs. This magnificent smell that emanates from your shop... I lied. In truth, I was overwhelmed by the sole presence of the saleswoman.
The saleswoman stood up and walked towards Elise.
— A Priestess of Love, that is very rare, she said, approaching Elise and placing her hand on her cheek.
Elise began to blush.
— Yes, I would like a staff to improve my skills.
The saleswoman moved away and took a staff with ornaments on it.
— This staff will be perfect for you. It allows you to improve spells and to be able to strike enemies with it, she told me, moving closer to Elise and handing her the staff.
Elise tested the staff.
The grip was perfect.
— Yes, it's a wonderful staff! Elise said, amazed by it.
The saleswoman moved closer to Elise and placed a kiss on her lips.
Elise blushed crimson.
— I am a married woman and I love my husband, and I would not betray him for anything in the world! she cried.
— I could not resist, you are so cute. Besides, I don't think you would betray him, look at him, the saleswoman said with a voice of temptation.
I was there, shocked by the scene.
Elise pushing away a magnificent woman for me.
I wondered why I attracted her so much.
At the sight of the woman kissing someone else, it made me feel a new emotion: I was getting an erection, and it was visible through my pants.
— Are you excited to see me making love to someone other than you? my wife asked me uncertainly.
— I will let you sort this out among yourselves. Come see me if you feel like it. The staff will be 50 pieces, the saleswoman said, settling back at her counter.
We left the shop in silence.
— Elise, I think it's true... I'm not totally sure, but I think I like to see other people making love to you, I said, thinking of the scene, my cheeks all red with embarrassment.
— Then, I will do my best to help you. You know I love you madly and I would do anything for you, she told me with a loving look on her face.
We decided to go straight to the guild to see what quests awaited us.
Upon entering the guild, there were a few adventurers looking for quests, others flirting with each other.
We headed towards the beginner missions, where the following quests were displayed:
Wash the public baths: 20 pieces, once a week.
Bring back 20 medicinal herbs: 30 pieces.
Go into the sewers to kill slimes: 1 piece per slime killed.
Clean the public toilets: 30 pieces.
Retrieve luminous mushrooms from a cave: 25 pieces.
Rabbit hunt on a farm: 5 pieces.
Deliver a package: 30 pieces.
— Which mission should we take? I asked, looking at each quest with interest.
— The simplest would be the cleaning missions, Elise replied.
— For my first quest, I don't want to do a cleaning mission, I retorted. I wasn't ready yet to reveal what had happened at the public bath.
— I think going to get mushrooms would be better for the first quest, I suggested, fearing she would refuse.
— Yes, indeed, that looks like a more fun quest, Elise said.
She took the quest from the bulletin board and brought it to the guild secretary.
— Hello, we would like to do this quest, Elise said, presenting the quest request.
The secretary took the parchment, snapping it gently.
— Ah, the luminous mushrooms. A classic quest for newcomers, she said in a neutral voice, but with an intonation that suggested a hint of amused condescension.
Her gaze slid from Mark to Elise, lingering for a moment on the couple.
— A good quest to start with, certainly. But be careful, I no longer count the novices who ended up getting lost in these galleries, or worse, becoming the playthings of those little solitary goblins that are said to be harmless. And as for slimes, they can be... sticky. Especially with a Priestess of Love like you, she added, a slight glint of malice in her eye.
— Yes, we will be careful, I replied with a confident voice, feeling the secretary's gaze pierce me.
— One last thing: do not eat the mushrooms, it is poison, she continued, her tone becoming firmer and more professional again.
— And I hope your training went well. We don't want any beginner corpses on our hands from the first week, do we? she said, a small smirk reappearing.
— Good luck, adventurers.
We left the guild, heading towards the city gate.
On the road, several men turned as we passed, their lustful gazes fixed on Elise.
Once outside the city, I unfolded the map the secretary had given us.
The cave was an hour's walk from here.
We finally arrived at the foot of the cave entrance.
Without further ado, we took out our equipment and lit the lantern, whose flickering light barely pierced the gaping darkness.
I went first.
The cave was suffocatingly humid, the air heavy and saturated with a damp smell of earth and wet rock that clung to the lungs.
Around us, dancing shadows stretched across the rough, oozing walls.
The entrance was just a narrow passage, and the echo of our footsteps resonated strangely, amplifying the slight lapping of invisible water dripping somewhere in the darkness.
The ground was uneven and slippery, each step sinking us a little deeper into the cold, silent belly of the earth.
— Wouldn't that be the luminous mushroom we are looking for over there? Elise asked me, her voice a little louder than the ambient murmur, pointing to a bluish glow in the gloom.
We moved closer to the mushroom.
It looked exactly like the one on the guild's poster.
— Elise, go retrieve that mushroom while I stand guard.
— Yes, Master, I will get it! she exclaimed joyfully.
I had almost forgotten that she still had to obey me for a whole day.
Elise crouched down and tried to pick up the mushroom as delicately as possible.
Her position, which made her buttocks sway sensuously, had the desired effect: I began to feel the excitement rising in me.
— I succeeded, Master! she said, taking the mushroom and carefully putting it in her bag.
A few steps further, we arrived at an intersection in the cave.
— Which side should we choose? I whispered aloud, more to myself than to her.
— I think we should go left, Elise interjected.
Surprised to hear a response, I jumped.
— Yes, let's go left, I said, recovering from my emotions.
We continued our way to the left and didn't take long to see the same bluish glow in the distance.
As we headed towards it, a creature blocked our road: a gelatinous and trembling mass, of a sticky blue, which slowly pulsed on the damp ground of the cave.
Gas bubbles rose and burst on its viscous surface, releasing a pungent and acidic odor.
At the heart of this repugnant substance, a pulsing, matte black core was visible through its translucent flesh.
— I think it's a slime, Elise said, immediately putting herself on guard, her new staff held tight in her hands.
The slime advanced by contracting and expanding, leaving a trail of corrosive slime behind it.
Then, suddenly, it projected a jelly whip that Mark barely parried with his shield.
In the rush, I cast a Light Arrow, but my spell miserably missed its target.
Mark immediately retaliated, trying to give a sword blow, but the blade slid on the gelatinous body with a repugnant sucking sound, without causing the slightest damage.
Taking advantage of my failure, the slime launched a viscous tentacle again which struck Mark on the ribs with surprising force.
Mark staggered, breathless, but managed to regain his position.
Elise, this time, took the time to aim.
Her arrow hit its target and pierced the core cleanly.
The gelatinous mass instantly collapsed, spreading on the ground in a sickening gurgle, its body dissolving into a nauseating puddle as soon as its heart was destroyed.
Elise rushed to Mark.
— Are you okay, Mark? Elise asked me, her face marked by intense concern.
— I think I'm going to need a healing spell, I said, panting, feeling a throbbing pain in my ribs.
Elise delicately placed her hands on my injured rib and cast a healing spell.
I immediately felt better, the pain vanishing as if by magic.
While she was treating me, I subtly noticed that Elise was starting to breathe harder, her chest rising under the effect of the curse's excitement mixed with relief.
We took a break after this fight.