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57 — Trouble in Threes

"The Ebongild? Never heard of the place. Must be nice if they're employing a goodie two-shoes like you." She giggled, and Rennia stared at her nearly in shock.

The half-devil girl smiled at Rennia, who could only feel uneasy as she observed her from top to bottom. Maeve seemed to be uncomfortable as well, not quite comprehending the strang...

56 — Promotional Duties

Rennia stood with her ass hidden in the shadows, and Maeve stood next to her with a scowling eye. Both were wearing two frilly black maid dresses, with little bows on their heads. Ishmere had them rented from a tailor for the occasion. Rennia's eyes were stagnant, practically dead as she stood in the clothing, embarrassed and yet powerless to fi...

55 — Good Intentions

Rennia sat on the ground, back turned to Maeve, ass facing her new friend. Butt naked, her hands barely covering her growing cock from Maeve. Maeve, who sat at her back, constantly leering over with her dark hair. Her hands were on Rennia's back, fingers gentle to the touch as she spread them out as if she was getting a feel for her body....

54 — "Don’t Stare at Me!"

"Well, don't stare at me!" Rennia shouted, embarrassed and slightly confused at Maeve gawking at her—appalled and intrigued. But could she blame a gal for finding her butt naked, and her girlcock out in full display?

"I knew it! I fucking knew it!" Maeve exclaimed. She stepped closer, causing Rennia to crawl back a bit, one hand coverin...

53 — The hex takes hold

Maeve seated herself on the chair as she stared at the bubble ale, then casually took a sip, frowned, and then took a larger sip, immediately hiccuping. Rennia couldn't help but put her head over the counter to stare at Maeve's juicy thighs. Whatever restraint she had slipped. Her heartbeat was like a locomotive; there was a sensation behind her...

52 — A visit

The tavern was strewn with unfamiliar faces, mostly men—no, scratch that—all men, burly folk, worker types. The place was slowly losing the ruinous environmental factor surrounding it, and Rennia didn't know what to make of the sudden noise.

Ishmere had directed her to simply pass beer and collect empty mugs. Weaving through the cluste...

51 — Hexes

Rennia's eyes wobbled open. Something was wrong—the headache made that apparent, and her body felt all groggy and slow. But a heavy and throbbing pulse between her legs was beating, more intense than the usual symptoms of morning wood she experienced.

She looked down at the sheet clinging to her thighs. Her shaft was rock hard and flushe...

[Vol 2 start] 🖤50 — Temptations envoy

Ember hovered above the decrepit wooden hovel, atleast according to her opinions. It was a desolate place, it lack much stone or brick work, and there were a forest full of goblins a mile away, which was absolutely disgusting to her. She never liked the green bastards. The thought of the slimy green creatures, living near civilization, irritated...

49 — To Whom I Once Knew

It was early morning inside the Ebongild Tavern. Morning light streamed into the wooden building as Rennia swept, waiting for the inevitable customer to show up. Yesterday, Ishmere had opened the tavern and told a few stragglers and strays to spread awareness through word of mouth. So far, not a single soul had shown up, and Rennia had ...

48 — Taming Ishmere

Rennia stared with crossed arms at Dontellin desperately attempting to fix the broken wheel. His horse neighed in response to being stuck where it was. The creature stared up at it and gave it’s master a side eye.

"Well, 'Donty', the tavern's around the corner ahead. I think I'll just walk that way. I'll come check up on you in a moment....

47 — Leaving

They had left the dungeon entrance, practically gasping for fresh air. The light of evening filtered through the trees, and the sun glared past the clouds. Rennia felt like a zombie—of course, even she didn't know what a zombie felt like, but she might as well have been dead. Maeve strode just behind her, much more physically affected by the o...

46 — Making haste

Rennia stirred groggily, her head still foggy from whatever had transpired. The whole situation felt surreal, and the dungeon's oppressive atmosphere didn't help matters. Maeve had been agitated from the moment she'd reawakened, acting unusually antsy—not in her typical "how dare you dirty peasants touch me" way, but genuinely unnerved.

...

45 — A noble's burden

Maeve

This was supposed to be simple—so very damn simple. Who was she kidding? Did she ever think it would be so damn simple? If only the Mara woman had given her the damn thing from the get-go, she wouldn't be in this situation. It was laughable, really. Ridiculous, really.

How did this happen?

One moment,...

44 — A Fortunate Fall

Maeve gawked, her hands pressed hard against the sides of her cheeks, squishing her face as she stared in complete and utter disbelief. Her face turned red with frustration and irration, then pale white.

The arrogant Rennia had met her comeuppance at the worst possible time—one moment she was upright, and the next she fell face-first ont...

43 — Seeing Stars

More shroomlike creatures came swarming out of the depths of the dark tunnels. Maeve didn't hesitate—her first reaction was to assail the incoming horde of horrors with a spell of [Magic Missiles]. Long blue beams of light fled her grimoire and slammed into the shroom men, blasting them into bits and pieces. Some got splattere...

Chapter 42 – Pots

The pair had moved through the strange cavernous tunnel. They were like individual chambers connected like a spider's web—one room might lead to another, two rooms might lead back to the same entrance.

Maeve had taken an immediate step to jot down the directions they came and went, which, much to Rennia's annoyance, was quite unnecessary...

41 — First Delve

Rennia stared at the uptight and upright upstart who sat in front of her. Maeve of House Kastellarys was a handful, honestly, and Rennia didn't want to spend an eternity with her overbearing remarks. Without the hood she normally hid her face under—which she claimed was to hide her beauty from commoners—she was indeed very beautiful. Beautif...

40 — Unlikely partner

Rennia slouched in the stiff wooden chair, staring at groups of bustling adventurers moving in and out of the guild lobby. She still hadn't found a suitable group or an individual she'd partner up with for the delve. Ishmere had made it clear that she was not going to partake in such activities and that she had "grown-up stuff" to do—whatever ...

39 — Be Quick

Rennia's afternoon in this barely functional "household" had been a hell of a lot better than the morning. Nothing like a midday nap to chase away a nasty mood. But now she needed to get ready, prepare for tomorrow, and that meant jotting down a checklist of things she needed for the dungeon while practicing her sword play and what little skills...

🖤 38 - Leaves and Loincloths

Rennia stood in front of the Ebon Guild Tavern, much to her annoyance. Dontellin hadn't left yet. He was "busy" chewing on a piece of reed, boots level with a cart, legs crossed and lounging lazily as he stared at the ruinous tavern in front of him.

Rennia stepped toward him, arms on her hips, annoyed at his consistent presence. Bothered t...

🖤37 - interrogation

"So you're really not from here?" the scarred-faced woman asked. Corina was her name, the de facto [Guildmaster], and she had a nasty and heavy intonation at the back of her throat. Rennia shielded her face from the smoke that was flying against her face. They sat in a closed-off room, shut tight. Mara stood behind her, quiet, w...

36 — Under Watchful Care

It was a breezy early morning, and Rennia stood ice-cold in the bustling streets of Ivarcant, just outside the Adventurer's Guild. She looked up at the imposing building, dreading the climb up all those stairs. Dontellin waved at her as he took his leave with the cart. She waved back to the driver. He had been much calmer this morning and less f...

35 — First lesson: Lessons in Restraint 🖤🖤🖤

Rennia stood awkwardly before a kneeling Ishmere in the middle of the kitchen of the tavern. She could barely maintain her stare at her "master." The old act was a very awkward thing to her, not to mention intimate and private.

The white-haired nymphomaniac smiled at her, teeth grinning, as her face nudged closer to her bulge, playful and ...

34 – “No Tellies”

Morning had turned to afternoon. Rennia stepped onto the cart, throwing two bags into the back next to the sacks of goods they had come for. The cart creaked as she sat beside Ishmere, who gave her a smile that felt too good to be true.

Rennia was still riding the high of being "tended to" by the guild worker named Mara. Ishmere kept nudgi...

33 — Guilds

Rennia sat awkwardly at a round table in the sparse lobby of the Ivarcant adventuring guild. The sunlight struck her face, thanks to the reflection of a mirror built into the wall near the entrance.

Everything inside was so clean and so quiet too. There weren't many moving bodies inside—a few squads of adventurers huddled together in dif...

32 — Bad memories

Ishmere shucked the tattered backpack from Rennia's shoulder like it was dead weight. She dug her hands into it and casually pulled out a large stack of gold coins, wrapped them in a small piece of cloth, and stuffed the bundle into Rennia's hand.

"Here you go."

"What's this?" Rennia asked, feeling uneasy as she held the money separa...

31 — Bent Nails

For once, Rennia Perrillion was in genuine awe. For the first time in her mediocre life, she had not just witnessed a great city from afar, but was walking in one. She was actually inside a big city—one you could put fifty Kibblestadts inside of.

And with awe came unease. For a moment, all she did was stare at the long, winding stone roa...

30 — Checkpoint

Rennia covered her face from the burning sun's gaze. They were sunburnt and probably tanned by now, despite being covered in the lumberhauler's cart. A half-hour's ride for a few gold coins spent seemed like an amicable trade, except for the lack of shade. Ishmere seemed happy she didn't have to walk any further.

They were kicked off as so...

Chapter 29 - Cores and Consequences

Rennia stirred from the rock she was slumped against. Her chest ached, and her legs were sore from walking and scrambling to put up a defense. She had only consumed a few droplets of the potion—Ishmere's healing magic had done more than enough to close her wounds and prevent the claw marks from becoming permanent scars. It was a pity the avera...

28 — Unconventional Tactics

Rennia bared her teeth with every step she took. Behind her, inside her backpack, was a heavy stash of gold coins—enough to weigh several kilograms. Even with the perks of her enhanced body, the weight wasn't physically challenging, but it was annoying and irritating. Every few meters, the bag seemed to get heavier, her back would sag, and the...