Final Draft - Coye 4.1

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Chapter 1: One Day at a Time

It was the beginning of another day out on the grassy plains north of dreary Cransmere. The sun had only just risen, yet a young and shirtless adventurer was already hard at work performing a variation on his morning routine. Coye was riddled with the sweat of his effort and filled with determination. His goal was to strengthen his upper body, and he was well on his way to accomplishing that, thanks to the rigorous session of push-ups he'd put himself through.

"Four hundred and ninety-one… four hundred and ninety-two… four hundred and ninety-three…" Coye chanted out loud as he always did. If he counted in his head, there was a chance of him getting distracted and losing count. It had happened before, and it would again.

Coye wasn't alone. Tagging along for the early morning ride was Shayla, who was less than pleased with being out and about. They had woken up much earlier than she would've liked, and it didn't help that last night was topped off with several rounds of passionate sex as per usual. Her loins still ached from the size of him, but the lingering discomfort wasn't the main reason she was in the mood she was in.

That would be the boredom.

Shayla looked down at him every so often from atop the lowest branch of a nearby tree. She was wearing a turquoise night down with white frills and silvery swirls, and in her hands, the Pixie idled away her time by styling a new pair of panties for herself. Even though Coye had bought Shayla a sample of different silks and cloth from Suzette and had more than enough material to work with, it was hard to do your best creative work when you'd only just awoken. Shayla couldn't decide exactly how she wanted the lacy bits to look, which further irritated her in her already irritable mood.

"Four hundred and ninety… um…" Coye paused, hovering over the ground. His mind was momentarily blank. Counting out loud served him well, but even then, he was still his simple-minded self and thus never entirely immune to lapses in memory.

"Four ninety-four," Shayla sighed.

"Thanks," the boy smiled with gratitude and then continued on with the rest of his set.

Today marked his third day since he returned from his grand adventure with Byng and entered into a formal relationship with both the Gengaggi huntress and Suzette Lillis. Not all that much had transpired in the time since. His GuildBank account was flush with gold, and he had no immediate pressure to work after how thrilling his last escapade had been, so his focus had been both spending time with his three lovers and picking up the slack on his training which he'd not done as often as he used to as of late.

Before meeting Shayla, Coye had been absorbed into the grind of completing quest after quest with no real end in sight. The on-the-job experience was invaluable and served its part in the pursuit of becoming an ever-stronger adventurer, but he knew he needed to get back to the basics. His father had taught him that the fundamentals were always there to improve on. If you built your house with straw, it would be blown away. Take the time to lay each brick and do it right, and your foundation will be unbreakable and unyielding.

While the boy doubted his foundations would ever be as strong as his dear old dad, he didn't waste his mental energy by comparing himself to that unfair standard. There was a particular reason for his sudden reinterpret in gaining power, and he wasn't going to compromise on it. That was another reason Shayla accompanied him. For better or for worse, this new drive of his was all her fault.

"Five hundred," Coye let out a sigh of satisfaction as he stopped his exercise and sat up. His body ached ever so slightly from all the hard work he put in, and he began wiping himself down with a cloth he brought for that very purpose.

Shayla stared at the beautiful boy, his skin glistening in the morning sun as if it was made solely to showcase his otherworldly cuteness. She'd always loved this sight and never once believed seeing Coye all hot and sweaty would lose its novelty. Yet, here she was.

"Was that your last rep?" Shayla asked. "In case I haven't made it obvious by now, I am bored as fuck."

"I'm done with normal training, yeah. But I still need to work on Triple Strike." Coye reminded her, heading over to the tree where his shirt and sword were waiting for him.

"Gee, how could I forget?" Shayla asked as the boy unsheathed his sword and held it aloft, inspecting its faint magic glow. "You know, you weren't supposed to take me at face value the other day."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that you could train until you're the strongest damn adventurer in all of Karnalle, and I still might not feel safe enough to ever fly around in front of other humans. It's just a 'me' thing." She shrugged. "Maybe I'll never really feel like revealing myself…"

He lowered his sword and looked up at his partner, only to find her sulking while holding her latest creation. "Even if you didn't mean it, it's true you'd feel at least a little bit safer if I was stronger and could protect you better, right?"

"Well, yeah, but… it's not like I would help that much or anything…"

"As long as it helps a little, that's all I need to know to put the work in." He said.

"You're as stubborn as ever," Shayla sighed. She could feel her cheeks growing red because of her partner and his ever-increasing confidence. It was hard to believe this was the same stuttering mess of a boy she first spoke to barely even two weeks ago. Although Coye was still shy and he still had his stutter in most situations, it couldn't be overlooked that he was capable of saying more surprising and romantic things with a greater frequency than ever before.

It made her proud to see, albeit less so when she was the target of his words. Despite how much she liked it, Shayla just couldn't get used to being on the receiving end of all his mushy feelings. She felt silly for telling Coye how she worried she didn't feel special enough the other day. If Shayla wasn't as special to him as his precious Guild Mistress, there'd be no way he'd be out here doing what he was. Coye cared so much about Shayla that he would do anything he could to help her work past her trauma and all the pain she hadn't even dared to share with him, and that made her feel like the single most special Pixie in all the Realms.

"Fine. Be that way." Shayla grumbled and raised her panties in progress for a closer inspection. "Carry on and do what you need to do. It's not like we need to have a whole moment about it or anything…"

Coye smiled. For as much as he might've changed, Shayla remained as obstinate as she always was. That suited him just fine. He found comfort in the shy and standoffish way she responded whenever there was a hint of romance in the air between them.

If he wanted to get anything done today, there was no time to ponder the details of his romantic relationship with his partner Pixie. He needed to get back to work.

Coye learned the majority of his Arts straight from his father. Like himself, the man fought in a straightforward manner, and he didn't make use of tremendously complicated special techniques. He didn't need to. The downside of learning from and sticking so close to his father's teachings was that Coye's physiology didn't match up. What came easily to a hulking specimen of a human muscleman came less so to his Half-Elven progeny.

Elves were practically resistant to developing muscle mass; even when they had it, it didn't show. They were graceful beings, beautiful and talented, indulging in fairer pursuits like songs and spellcraft. Their now slumbering Goddess never wished for her children to wield a sword, but times change, even if the ageless ones themselves do not. When it came to learning a skill that required a good deal of physical prowess, Coye was fighting an uphill battle with a boulder chained to his ankle.

Triple Strike was the greatest example he'd yet faced of his body working against him. Like Double Strike before it, it relied on its user having a significant deal of muscle to store up extra amounts of their energy within. This energy would toughen the force of their swing when performed correctly, but anyone attempting to use it without the proper bodily requirements would be met with a fierce burning in their arms like an explosion raging within.

Coye had been having problems of late when it came to piercing the defenses of certain monsters. He could always look for a sharper sword, but he liked his unreliable magic blade well enough, and it wouldn't really solve the problem. He needed a powerful option he could break out in a pinch and use to burst through any barricade in his way.

Until recently, Coye hadn't put in the work to master this troublesome technique. He simply wasn't going on any adventures that required him to use such frightening and explosive strength. That all changed after his encounter with the pair of Owlbears, and it almost proved fatal with the Ravenous Boarman.

He managed to prevail thanks to one of his only other big finisher Arts, Downward Thrust, but that was very situational and wouldn't have worked against an opponent smart enough to see it coming. Triple Strike proved invaluable in that same fight as it helped him deal incredible damage to the beast's arm partway through the battle.

Coye now had two partners he'd be taking with him on quests, Shayla and Byng. Because of that, it was inevitable he started to gravitate toward stronger monsters and more complex challenges from here on out. That only made the mastering of Triple Strike so much more of a priority for him, even putting aside doing it to make Shayla more comfortable via his strength.

He started his Arts training the way he always did by visualizing his father performing the Art in question. The man had a very stoic way of teaching and only ever showed Coye a single demonstration. It was all he needed, given the impression it made. He remembered the unparalleled surge of energy in the air, followed by the staggering burst of raw, physical power that came from multiplying his father's bestial strength by three.

His father's sword only made contact with a single tree, but an entire legion of them fell in the aftermath.

Trying to match that strength seemed impossible, so Coye aimed to improve his energy control and only expend the stored power at the last second. He would compensate for what he lacked with expert technique. It might still hurt, but much less so than it would if he were to keep the energy there for an extended period. This method was much trickier, as Coye ran the risk of letting the attack go off at the wrong moment or using too much or too little energy, but it would serve him well should he manage to get the trick down.

He swung at the air for over a half hour, repeating this technique until he no longer could. It didn't hurt as much as it did when actually striking a target, but the practice left him as pained as it ever did by the time he was done. Coye dropped his sword and buckled to his knees, only wishing he could've stretched this out even longer. He was still so far away from mastery, and it irked him like a pebble in his shoe.

Hearing his pained noises, Shayla's attention was caught, and she put her work to the side so she could fly down and check in on her partner.

"Hey, hey! Watch yourself there, big guy. What've I said about pushing yourself too far, huh?"

"Sorry," Coye looked away in shame. "It's just that I need to-"

"You don't need to do anything," she interrupted as she cast a couple of healing charms on the boy's sore arm, slightly relieving him of his pain. "You're already doing a ton of work, and forcing yourself back in the grind to do even more on top of that is only going to make you fuck up. You'll end up setting yourself way back if you hurt yourself more than your potions and I can heal, you dummy."

Shayla flicked the boy on his cheek with her finger. It wasn't to hurt him, only to express herself. It still stung thanks to the bit of jolt she added to her touch, and Coye was left caressing his tender cheek. As he did so, he also nodded a few times in acceptance.

"You're right. I know you're right…"

"But?"

"But I feel stressed since I haven't really felt like I've improved in a while now."

"Leave it to you to miss the forest for the trees," Shayla said. "You know how I was watching you for ages, right? Course you do. Now, if you were to ask me if the Coye from around... say... four months ago could've taken on a Ravenous Boarman and come on top... I would've laughed in your face!"

"Wow, you really think so?"

"Well, yeah. Pretty much. Byng and I certainly helped, but the bulk of that battle was decided by you. You're getting stronger all the time, baby. A little bit more every day. Keep this up, and who knows where you'll be in another few months?"

Hearing her genuine thoughts made it difficult to fight against the smile that started to worm its way across his face. "Well, when you put it like that, I guess I must be improving, even if I don't notice it myself."

"Ego check!" Shayla declared, flicking him again at an increased voltage.

"Gah!" Coye rubbed his cheek, tending to the stinging flesh. "W-What was that for?!"

"Just making sure you don't go getting a big head," She grinned. "Training is all well and good, but so is taking things one day at a time."

"But that's pretty much all I've done since I met you…"

"And what's wrong with that? Ever since you started taking things one day at a time, things have been going pretty damn swell for you, haven't they?"

His smile grew out of control when he thought of what Shayla was referring to. His last three days were spent spending time with Suzette, Byng, and Shayla, in that order. Now that he wasn't in a mad rush to quell his rampaging libido and had secured two lovers that wanted nothing more than an excuse to shower him in love and affection, life had slowed down considerably.

Compared to the never-ending grind that came with being a full-time adventurer, these previous days of relaxation and easy living suited him just fine.

He spent the first day with Suzette as he promised. He helped her out all day at her store, learning bits and pieces of what it was like to manage such a place all on her own. His respect for Suzette only grew when he realized how much went into keeping Darkwood General Store both afloat and profitable. Suzette wasn't just a pretty face. She was a full-blown merchant through and through who knew her way around running a business, whether that be securing deals with other merchants to line her shelves or peddling to every customer that walked in through the door.

The only thing he didn't like about his time with her was the part where Suzette coerced him into wearing a cute outfit- short shorts with a tight, frilly tunic that left his navel exposed- and had him hold up a sign to attract customers for the shop. Regardless of his social anxiety, the results spoke for themselves. He was well paid for his part-time work by a large pile of RealMonster booster packs, among other rewards he reaped throughout the night he spent in bed with the shrewd proprietress.

Next came an entire day with Byng. As if she already knew where he'd be, she swung by Suzette's in the morning to pick him up, and the three had another lovely breakfast together before Byng dragged him away for the day. They went to her camp and had a much more casual day together when compared to helping out at the store. They chatted, played a game to see who was better with throwing knives (Coye won, much to the dismay of Byng's childish temper), and processed some of Byng's latest kills together. After chatting with her about her Homerealm for most of the day, Byng provided a full course Grurguhrohkan meal for her man.

It might've been the saltiest dinner he'd ever had, but he couldn't get enough of everything on offer. Incidentally, Shayla was secretly treated to a sampling of the meal. Her tiny body couldn't handle that much salt, and she had a rough time of things while Coye was busy with his romantic endeavors.

They ended the night with something Coye was greatly looking forward to, a detailed showcase of all the little knickknacks Byng had crafted. He loved seeing her jewelry, clothes, and especially her little figurines. Byng supplied detailed explanations of what each one was supposed to be, and his attention was trained on her the entire time, especially whenever she showed him more beasts from Grurguhrohk. They also fucked, which hardly seems worth mentioning.

As for the final day off, Coye and Shayla had a similar round of training after he left Byng in the morning, and in the afternoon, he chose to goof off in the dorm and give his Pixie the attention she deserved. They opened all the cards he got from Suzette the other day, and afterward, Shayla helped him organize his binder. Though she acted aloof about her level of interest in the game, Coye noted how Shayla sure wanted to get up close and inspect the art of every individual card.

Shayla later went through some of Coye's clothes and touched them up a bit now that she was more open with her creative side, giving him lots of advice on how to look his best to appeal to even more girls. They argued about how much skin her alterations were allowed to show, but it was all in good fun. At night they simply cuddled and talked, but that cuddling only lasted so long without interruption. Both parties received what they wanted in the end.

When Coye really got into remembering the details of his idle days of post-adventure rest, he found that suddenly, his perceived inadequacies didn't mean a thing to him. Getting stronger one day at a time was fine, so long as he had his fulfilling relationships to further cultivate waiting for him.

"Yeah, I guess things aren't so bad right now."

"Good," Shayla rewarded him with a playful kiss on his cheek. "But I also hate to break it to you that I'm gonna need some adventure soon, or I'll get bored to death."

Coye was no stranger to his partner's attention span, but he had to raise an eyebrow at the abrupt change she'd made in her stance. "Should I be focused on my love life, or should I be out killing monsters?"

"What you should be doing first and foremost is keeping me fully entertained!" Shayla declared. "Training is boring. Adventuring isn't."

"You could train with me, you know. Then it wouldn't be so boring for you."

"Maybe if you started at a reasonable hour next time?"

"Alright, alright… I was planning on looking for some more work today, actually. I didn't burn through more stamina than a potion can restore, so I'm good to go."

Shayla had a sparkle in her eyes as she stretched out and twirled midair. "Now that's more like it! You about ready to head back to the Guild, then?"

"Yeah, almost."

"Well, what's keeping you?"

"Motivation," he blushed and looked askance.

Shayla's head fell backward. "If you aren't the most predictable boy in all the Realms, I swear…"

He stood his ground. "Hey, I worked hard out here, and I'm still a bit tired, too… I could use a little help to get back up and going for the day."

"Nice try, but you literally just said your training didn't take much out of you!" She put her hands on her hips, expecting him to break out the devastated puppy dog eyes any second now. Once he did, Shayla laughed to herself. She wasn't going to give him this, not without a little bit of teasing. "Are you trying to tell me that last night wasn't good enough for you, you perv?"

Coye was ready to bite back with some well-placed counter teasing of his own. "It's not that it wasn't good enough. It's that I can't get enough of you, Shayla."

The Pixie groaned in response, looking away from him as he predicted she would. "Ugh, you know I hate when you say junk like that."

"No, you don't."

"Excuse me?" Shayla became even more frazzled. Her face was heating up, and her irritability increased as he pushed back.

"Nothing," he was quick to hold his tongue, but the boy smiled softly to himself. Two weeks was a pretty decent amount of time to get to know someone else, especially when you spent every waking hour of the day with them. Shayla wasn't the only one who caught on to all of their partner's many eccentricities.

Shayla took to pouting most adorably. With her cheek puffed out, she looked at him through the corner of her eyes and mumbled, "Hmph. If you're going to get all cheeky with me, then I'm not sure you deserve any special motivation, big guy. Guess you'll just have to take care of it yourself."

"Hey, Shaylaaaa!" His bluff was called, and Coye whined in response, relying on the desperation he called forth from his beautiful Elven voice to make him sound all the more needful. "Pretty please? I was only playing around with you. Just give me a little bit of fun, and I promise we'll go on a really cool adventure today. Ok?"

Shayla responded initially through a lack of response. She gave him a long and exaggerated silence before pretending to give in with a sigh and a shrug. Really, she was always going to give him what he wanted, but it was always more fun to see him squirm a little for it.

"Well, when you put it like that, it looks like I've gotta take care of you, baby. Juuuuust like always. Go on, then. What're you waiting for? Settle down somewhere comfy and whip it out."

"Yes, Shayla!"

Coye stood and moved toward the nearest tree. He then undid his belt and dropped his trousers and underwear before laying them on the grass beneath him, where he was about to plant his smooth, bare ass on the ground. He declined against the trunk and grabbed his shaft softly, giving it a cursory pump to soothe it and test the waters. He let out a sigh of relief as the tiniest bit of pleasure came to his hot and throbbing cock.

As expected, he was already fully hard in just a few short seconds.

Shayla wasn't even sure what had set him off this time around. To her, it just seemed like his arousal was growing more spontaneous by the day. Maybe Byng hadn't wrung him dry enough yesterday morning? Perhaps she and Suzette weren't up to the task of quelling whatever primal fountain of lust had awakened in him after all. She hoped that wasn't the case, as that line of thinking only ever wound up with her dwelling on her inability to substantially relieve Coye's lust.

It would've been flattering that he couldn't get enough of her if it wasn't such a damn distraction, but here they were.

Once Shayla floated down so she was level with his hard cock, her disappointment turned into a vibrant feeling of shared excitement between them. Shayla stared at his pulsating shape, just as big and vigorous as it always was, with the nicest curve a girl could ever dream of. It was just a shame she didn't have the body to fully appreciate it. She tried to comprehend how it would feel all the way inside her, but it was impossible for her to do so, despite how hard and sincerely she wished for it.

Her wings fluttered her even close. Shayla smiled at the dopey face he was making, and she snapped away her nightgown. There wasn't a hint of subtlety as he started fucking her with his eyes. She wondered if Coye would ever grow so used to her naked body that he would no longer look at her with that special twinkle in his eyes, but as his admiration was so pure and all-encompassing, it didn't seem like that would ever be a problem. That suited her just fine. Shayla thrived the more he adored the sight of her.

He was waiting for her touch.

"It was pretty presumptuous of you to just assume I'd be down for giving you a little fun, you know…" Shayla cooed in a gentle, soothing voice as she brushed her tiny fingertips against the expectant, warm flesh of his hardened cock. "But at the same time, you did work your ass off this morning, didn't you, baby? Yeah, you sure did. I guess you do deserve a reward after all that."

"Yes, I do…" Coye agreed, nodding his head vacantly and shivering at her magical touch.

"That's all well and good, but I don't wanna be out here for another hour. Let's make this a quickie, you got that?"

"Anything you want, Shayla…" Coye smiled. No matter what she had planned or how long she planned to do it, Coye was pleased to be along for the ride.

"Mmm. Now that's exactly what I want to hear, you dirty boy," Shayla grinned back up at him, embracing his massive cock to her soft body in a full embrace filled with passion. She then rested her large tits against the sides of his pulsating crown, giving her the optimal position to go to work on his uppermost tip. She swirled her hot, tiny tongue against the sensitive contours of his urethra until it oozed a steady trail of precum.

Shayla loved how honest this cock of his was. It could never deny how much it loved her, but she had to get in on it and give herself a bit of the fun while she was at it. She wrapped her legs tight around his thickness and squeezed Coye's cock in time to match each little lick. Doing it this way came with the added bonus of pounding her little slit against one of his throbbing veins, wetness seeping from her lower lips as she rode him and mashed her hips against him.

Hypocritically, Coye was still covered in sweat. Given that he was a Half-Elf, he didn't stink all that much, but there was just the faintest hint of boyish musk on him that made her current position even more intoxicating. Still, she dared not express her attraction to his scent, given how she'd never hear the end of it.

"Ah… ah…" Coye's head lolled back. He was starting to feel it more with every movement of her tongue and every squeeze. "That's so good…"

"You deserve this, don't you, baby…?" Shayla teased, showing her amusement with his behavior by peppering his red, dripping tip with a rain of delicate kisses, each topped off by a deep suck and a loud slurp.

"Yesss…" Coye answered in a trance. His mouth opened wide, and his empty head fell even further, melting into the tree behind him.

Shayla squeezed him even tighter between her soft thighs. "Say it," she demanded.

"A-Ahh…!"

Shayla wouldn't stop the pressure until he gave in. "Say. It."

"I deserve this…!" He panted, wiggling his hips in an attempt to try and get some more pleasure out of it.

"That's right, you do, my pathetically desperate, hard-working partner," Shayla smirked, then set out to reward this boy for his cuteness by adding a new element of pleasure to the current routine. Her body flickered an even brighter shade of blue. Magic hung thick in the air around her as she closed her eyes.

Then, she was vibrating.

"Gods-!" Coye's eyes opened wide in shock in response to the unexpected and sudden sensation. "S-Shayla?! W-What are you… what is this… ah… ahhh…!" His thoughts were interrupted by her tongue's sensual and strategic swipe across his most sensitive sweet.

"What does it look like I'm doing, you dummy? I'm giving you exactly what you wanted, a nice big helping of motivation!" She snickered while mashing her slippery, vibrating cunt against him as fast and hard as possible. Every motion she made in this state felt deliriously good, pleasing herself just as much as her partner.

She gasped as she angled her hips to hit her clit just right.

"Ahhhh! Fuck yesss, baby…!" In a flash, Shayla twisted around his cock to lay against the top side, pulling his rigid, needy insistence to her in an even tighter hug. Hellbent on squeezing him dry as she could, she used her vibrating legs to pump him up and down like crazy.

"I… I can't…" Coye's hands dug into the grass to both sides of him. He searched for a measure of stability, something he couldn't find. The constant whirring and buzzing were more than he could take. His toes curled. He shut his eyes. "Shayla…!"

Even though she was ready for an adventure, Shayla's nature forced her to take this chance to make her lover squirm. She stopped pumping, stopped the magical vibrations, and left him desperate and wanting with nary a clue as to why she ceased.

"H-Hey…! Why did you… nnn…" he couldn't even finish his sentence, so overcome with need and distracted by his throbbing cock, it almost hurt.

"Hmmmmm…? Is something the matter, baby?" Shayla looked up at him, her face contorted by a devilish smile and her bright eyes filled with naughty intentions.

"Y-You know what's the matter…!"

"Mn, nope, can't say that I do. What's up?"

"Y-You can't just stop like that!" He whined, raising his right hand and bringing it closer to his cock as if he intended to finish the rest himself.

"I can't, can I?"

"S-Stop playing around like this and…"

"Aaaand?"

"Please, finish this already! Please!"

"Ohhh, hm… double pleases, huh? Guess you're even more desperate than I thought! I guess I can't just leave you like this, then…"

"Yes! Thank you. Thank you- AH!" Coye's celebration was cut short. Shayla turned on her rapid vibration once more and even resumed milking him between her soft thighs, even going so far as to add that tingly aura of hers to them to really squeeze the boy dry.

Shayla bit down on her lip. An oncoming surge coursed through her body, just waiting to be unleashed. Every crack of his voice, every shameful cry of her name, and every throbbing of his stiff cock made her peak closer and closer.

It was too much. Shayla vibrated against him until she came, and he was behind her.

He shot out a thick, white load onto the grass before him. Shayla rode him throughout their orgasms, spreading the pleasure further as far as she could. Shayla knew she might never leave a mess to the extent that Byng could, but her climax left a sticky puddle of Pixie juices fresh all over his spent cock. She spread it across his length with her passionate humping until they had each reached the last throes of their respective heights.

After they trailed off, the boy had a large smile on his dopey face, and Shayla was pretty happy, too.

"There you go, baby…" she panted. "That should be more than enough motivation, shouldn't it?"

When faced with a loaded question like that, Coye could either tell the truth or push his luck.

"What if it wasn't?" He asked, choosing the latter option.

Wrong move.

"You think I don't have other ways of making you do what I want?" Shayla asked, a worrisome, impish tone in her voice.

Coye gulped as the Pixie raised her hands so he could see her imbue them with her staticky magic, only this time, at a much higher voltage. The blue strands of her mana fluctuated between her fingers, and he could smell a faint whiff of ozone hanging in the air. She carefully pushed her hands towards Coye's cock, prompting him to sit up and dress himself in record time.

"Oh, look. Seems like you had enough motivation after all!" She snickered.

"Very funny," Coye pouted.

"It totally was. You shoulda seen the look on your face! Come on, baby, like I was really gonna zap your dick…" Shayla scoffed and snapped her fingers, freeing herself of the stray liquids that had accumulated before clothing herself. Feeling casual today, she went with a pair of black shorts and a white tank top. Both were simple garments aside from the swirling silver curled trims lining their edges.

"You coulda fooled me!" Coye pouted.

"Yeah, yeah. Come on already, and let's get going!"

Coye gathered up his shirt and cap, then swung his bandolier over his shoulder before sheathing his sword. He lifted his hat for Shayla to return to roost, but instead, she flew up to his face, bent over, and planted a tingly kiss on his cheek out of the blue.

"Good work this morning, baby. For real. I promise I'll start training with you next time as long as we don't do it so early in the morning. Ok?"

"Yeah. That sounds good." He said with a blush and a smile as he started the trek back to the Cransmere Adventurer's Guild.