Rough Draft - Coye 4.1

Yes, that's right. I'm working on both Coye and RotGM in tandem. As to which one has my priorities more, it's Coye vol 4 but I am going to be trying to keep it balanced as much as I can. I'm working on Coye 4.2 right now but I'll fit in RotGM 1.2 after that probably. It's just that the outline for Coye has me way more hyped at the moment lol.

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The sun had barely risen on the grassy plains to the north of Cransmere, and yet a young, shirtless adventurer was already out and about working on a variation of his morning routine. Shirtless and sweat-riddled, Coye was working on strengthening his upper body through a rigorous session of pushups, and he'd been at it for hours at this point.

"491... 492... 493..." he chanted out loud, knowing he would lose count if he tried to do it all in his head.

Shayla joined her partner on this workout routine, as much as she would've preferred not to. She was none too pleased with waking up as early as he wanted, especially since they had topped the last night off with a few rounds of passionate sex. Her loins still ached from the size of him, but that wasn't what really bothered her. It was the boredom.

She sat on the branch of a nearby tree wearing a turquoise nightgown, looking down at him while idling away her time by styling a new pair of panties. Coye had made good on his promise to provide her with plenty of fabric to make use of with her hobby, but it was hard to do your best work when you were barely awake. She couldn't make her mind up on the lace pattern, which only served to irritate the already irritable Pixie.

"Four hundred and ninety... um..." Coye paused, his mind momentarily blank. He was simple as ever, and not immune to lapses in memory.

"Four hundred and ninety four," Shayla sighed.

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

It had been three days since the day after Coye's grand adventure with Byng, and not a whole lot had transpired in the time since. He was flush with gold and felt no pressure to work, so the focus for the last couple of days had been a mix of spending time with his three lovers and picking up the slack on his training.

Coye had been absorbed into the grind of completing quest after quest for the longest time before meeting Shayla, and while on the job experience was invaluable and served its part in seeing him become an ever-stronger adventurer, there was no excuse For neglecting his actual training. There was always something to improve on, his father had taught him, and even if it didn’t always feel like it working on the basics would form a strong foundation with which to improve.

Coye doubted that his foundations would ever be as strong as his dear old dad, but he put those doubts in the back of his mind where they belonged. He had a purpose for this and wasn’t going to compromise on improving. The thing was that for as annoying as accompanying him was, Shayla was the one who inadvertently inspired this New habit of his to begin with.

“Five hundred,” Coye exhaled as he stood from his exercise and pulled a rag from his trousers to wipe off his brow.

Shayla looked at the beautiful boy, his skin glistening in the morning sun as if reminding the world of his otherworldly cuteness. If it weren’t for the length of his ears, no one would question him if he claimed to be a full blooded elf. For her part, she never thought that seeing him all hot and sweaty would lose its novelty but that was where she was at.

“Are you just about done yet, baby? In case I haven’t made it obvious, I am bored as fuck.”

“You know that I still need to work on triple strike,” Coye Reminded her  as he went closer to the tree where he set his shirt and his sword. He unsheathed the weapon and held aloft, admiring the slight glow it had which meant it’s magic had yet to fade for the day.

“I know, I know…” Shayla grumbled. “You know, you weren’t supposed to take me at face value the other day. You could train until you’re the strongest adventurer in all of Karnalle and I still might not feel safe enough to fly around in broad daylight in front of other humans. It’s a personal thing, and I have no idea how long it’ll take me until I’m ready to even try revealing myself.”

“Yeah, I know you didn’t fully mean it. Still, though. Isn’t it true that you feel at least a little bit safer if I was stronger and could protect you?”

“Well, duh… I don’t know how much it would help, but-”

“How much doesn’t matter to me. If me getting stronger would help even just the tiniest bit with helping you move past your fears and anxieties, then I have no excuse not to push myself to the limit. You’d do the same for me, so…”

Shayla blinked as she felt her cheeks flushed red. Her partner was getting more confident with himself every day. She thought back to the stuttering mass he had been barely even two weeks ago, and the difference was greater than night and day. He was still shy and the stutter wasn’t completely gone, but he could say such surprising and romantic things with a greater frequency than ever before. She hoped she would get used to this new side of him, as she didn’t like being the one on the other side of all the mushy feelings.

Yes, here she was. This was all for her. Coye cared enough about her that he would do anything to help her work past the trauma she hadn’t even dared to share with him as of yet, and that made her feel like the most special Pixie in all the realms.

“Alright,” she grumbled and waved a hand at him dismissively. “Carry on then and do what you need to do. We don’t need to have a whole moment about it, or whatever.”

The boy smiled, finding a familiar comfort in the way Shayla became cagey Whenever things became romantic between them. He hadn’t gotten to the point of intentionally teasing her to bring it out, at least not yet, but the temptation was there.

Coye put aside his romantic relationship with his partner pixie and went back to work.

Triple strike was a continual thorn in His side. Because he didn’t have the gargantuan, rippling muscles of his human father, the art was much more taxing on his slim and feminine arms. Try as he might, The Elven side of his physiology prevented Coye From bulking up whatsoever. Although physical activity so increased his strength, he didn’t have the mass to store all of the power which built up in him before letting it out through his sword.

If he could somehow move past The drawbacks of triple strike, it would become a powerful go to finishing move which could prove useful in piercing the thickest of monster hides and dealing fatal damage. for the longest time Coye put off developing this art, mainly because he wasn’t going on adventures that put him up against enemies which required him to use such explosive strength. As of a few days ago, that was no longer the case.

First the encounter with the Owlbears, and then the Ravenous Boarman. He had managed to finish off the boar without triple strike, but it proved invaluable in dealing massive damage to the monsters arm partway through the fight. He mentally cringed when he remembered what that monster ended up doing with his injured arm, but that was unimportant.

Now that he had not one but two permanent partners via Shayla and Byng, it was inevitable that Coye would move on to even stronger monsters and more difficult quests.

He closed his eyes and visualized his father performing the art. As was his style, the man only showed Coye How to do it once and only once. He remembered the surging energy flow and the explosive burst of power that came from multiplying his father’s already staggering physical strength by three times. Although he only struck a single tree, that one demonstration of triple strike had felled at least seven more beyond that.

Coye Took in a sharp breath of air and channeled his energy into his sword arm as he had done a 1000 times before. It burned with raw power, his veins throbbing under a tremendous strain. The boy let out a grunt as he performed the first of his practice strikes, But he wasn’t actually casting the art. Instead, he was maintaining the feeling of pre-release as he slashed through the air this way and that. This prevented him from actually losing any of his energy, while adjusting him to the feeling of having that much power in him. It also helps with the pain, since the lack of an explosive release wasn’t threatening to tear his arm apart from the inside.

Even if he wasn’t fully expending his stamina, the stressful Sensation in his arm overwhelmed him after 30 minutes of nonstop sword play practice. Coye could no longer take it and he dropped his sword, buckling down to his knees. He frowned and the noises of pain he expressed caused Shayla to drop what she was doing and fly over to him.

“Hey, hey! Watch yourself there, big guy! What’ve I said about pushing yourself too far, huh?” She chastised him, then started healing his arm with her limited recovery magic. There wasn't really any injuries for her to heal, but it made her feel good about herself and it at least somewhat numbed his pain.

"Sorry," Coye sighed. "I just need to-"

"You don't need to just do anything," she interrupted. "You're already doing a lot and forcing yourself to work harder than you should be is only going to set you back, not push you forward. Dummy." Shayla flicked his cheek with her finger, but it's not like she was capable of hurting him. It was mostly to just express herself.

The boy hung his head, but slowly nodded a couple of times in acceptance. "You're right... It's just that sometimes it feels I haven't really improved, you know?"

"No, I don't know. I think you're crazy. In case you need a refresher, I had my eyes on your for a long time now. If you asked me if the Coye from, say... four months ago could've taken on a Ravenous Boarman and come out on top, I would've laughed in your face! And hey, not to pull Byng or my own accomplishments down by any means, but most of that fight came down to you."

Coye blushed and glanced at his Pixie, a smile starting to worm its way onto his face. "Well, when you put it like that..."

"Don't go getting full of yourself!" She flicked him again, this time putting a bit of magic behind it create a zap similar to static electricity. "I'm just saying, training is good and all, but so is doing what you're doing."

"You really think so? All I've been doing is taking one day at a time..."

He nodded, embarrassed to find Shayla had expected this outcome.

"And what's wrong with that? You've been having a pretty damn good time of it lately haven't you?"

Coye smiled ear to ear as he thought about what Shayla was referring to- the recent time off he'd spent with her, Byng and Suzette.

For once in his life, things had slowed down considerably even now that he wasn't in a mad rush to quell his libido. His days spent with his lovers was a breath of fresh air compared to the never ending grind of being a fulltime adventurer, and he now knew he loved to relax and be in their presence. The other day Coye had spent all day helping Suzette at her store, learning a bit more of the ins and outs of her career in the process, and the day after that he spent the whole day at Byng's camp just chatting with her about Grurguhrohk and going through all the jewelry and figurines she crafted. Then, yesterday, he hung out in his dorm all day with Shayla just taking it easy after another long round of training.

When he remembered how much fun he had and all the joy those idle days of post-adventure rest had brought him, it was hard to remain stressed out over his perceived inadequacies. However, all good things had to come to an end. Someone was ready to get to work.

"On the topic of one day at a time, though... when ARE you planning to get back to work?" Shayla crossed her arms and leaned in.

"You're really giving me mixed signals here. Should I be focused on my love life, or should I be out in the woods killing monsters?"

"What you should be doing is making sure I'm fully entertained! Nice and slow peaceful days with me and the others are nice and all, but my attention span is smaller than I am. You can't ask me to sit around doing boring crap for too much longer!"

"I was actually planning to look for some work today. The triple strike training hurt, but I didn't burn through much stamina so I should still be good to go."

He could see the sparkle in her eyes as he announced his intentions. "Really? Awesome!"

"There's just one thing..." Coye said.

Shayla's optimism became much more guarded. She had long since grown wise to this boy and his ways. She raised an eyebrow and cocked her head at him. "Oh yeah? Go on, then."

"Oh, nothing..." he smiled awkwardly. "I was just thinking I could use a little motivation, you know?"

"Motivation, huh?"

"Yup. It's still a little early, so a bit of motivation might help me really get up and going for the day."

"That's a new one," Shayla remarked as she continued to glare at him and his expectant, puppy dog eyes. This went exactly where she thought it was going to, and she wasn't going to give it up without a little bit of teasing. "Was last night not good enough for you, you pervy little brat?"

"It's not that it wasn't good enough, Shayla... it's that I can never get enough of you." he told her.

She groaned. "Stop it, you know I hate when you get all cutesy like that."

"No you don't."

Shayla's cheeks burned, her mood shifting to one of greater annoyance. "Excuse me?"

"Nothing, nothing..." Coye smiled softly to himself. They'd been together for around two weeks now, and Shayla wasn't the only one catching on to all of their partner's eccentricities.

"Hmph," she pouted in the most adorable way. "Now I'm not sure you deserve any 'motivation,' big guy."

"Shayla..." Coye whined, relying on the desperation of his beautiful Elven chords to make him sound all the more needful. "Please? Just a little bit of fun and we'll go on a really cool adventure today. I promise."

The Pixie responded with a long, exaggerated silence before pretending to give in and shrugging her shoulders. "Well, when you put it like that I guess I've got no choice now, do I? Go on, then. Whip it out."

Coye stood straight up and took a few steps towards the nearby tree so he could recline his back against it, and then undid his belt and dropped both his trousers and his underwear. As expected of him, the boy was raring to go and already touting a full hard on. Shayla wasn't sure where this came from, although lately it seemed like his arousal was growing even more spontaneous than it was before. She wondered if the two lovers he had were really up to the task of quelling whatever was awakening in him, but the more she thought about it the more she felt inadequate over her own inability to relieve his lust to a satisfactory degree.

As she floated down to be level with his cock, though, momentary disappointment turned to a feeling of shared excitement between the both of them. Shayla stared at him, just as big and full of energy as ever, and pointed back with just the nicest curve a girl could dream of. It was a shame she didn't have the body to fully appreciate it. Trying to comprehend how it would feel all the way inside of her was something Shayla couldn't even begin imagine, no matter how hard she wished for it.

Shayla fluttered even closer, smiling up at the dopey face he was making. She snapped away her nightgown and adored the way he fucked her naked body with his eyes. She wondered if he would ever grow more accustomed to the sight, but Shayla hoped not. The way he looked at her made her feel special and loved in exactly the way she craved.

"Even though you got pretty presumptuous to expect this of me, I can't deny that you worked pretty hard this morning, baby," Shayla cooed, brushing her tiny fingertips against the expectant, throbbing flesh of his hardened dick. "I guess you do deserve a reward after all that, don't you?"

"Yeah, I sure do," he nodded his head vacantly and shivered at her magical touch.

"Even so, I don't want to be out here for an hour. Let's make this a quickie, shall we?"

"Anything you want, Shayla," Coye smiled. No matter the scenario or situation, he was just pleased to be a part of it.

"Mm, that's what I like to hear," she grinned back up at him and took his huge cock in a full body embrace, pulling it snugly to her pillowy soft body and resting her large tits against his crown. From here, it was easy for her little tongue to go to work on the uppermost tip of him, tracing the sensitive contours of his urethra until it oozed a steady trail of precum.

Shayla delighted in his body's appreciation for her, but her thoughts were preoccupied with giving herself a bit of the fun. She tightened the embrace by wrapping her legs around his thick shaft, squeezing it in time with her licks in a way that pounded her little slit against one of his veins. She moaned into his tip, feeling a wetness begin to seep from her lower lips.

Given that the boy had just worked out, he was covered in sweat and musk. Shayla could have easily cleaned him up with a little magic and freshened his scent, but it just so happened that she was in a somewhat hypocritical mood. For as much as she made fun of his attraction to Byng's scent, Shayla thought that there was nothing wrong with appreciating her lover's manly scent. So long as he never found out she enjoyed it, that is.

"You deserve this, don't you, baby...?" Shayla teased, peppering his red cockhead in a rain of delicate kisses that sucked on him to no end.

"Yesss..." his mouth opened, his empty head fell back to momentarily rest against the tree.

"Say it,"

"I deserve this..." Coye groaned.

"Good boy, now let's get a move on!" Shayla smirked and then rewarded him for his cuteness by adding a new element of pleasure to the mix. Her body began to flicker an even brighter shade of blue in only a moment she started to vibrate.

The sensation was sudden, unexpected. His eyes opened wide in shock as the pixie quivered against his cock.

“S-Shayla? W-What are you- ah!” Coye started to ask, only to be interrupted by a strategic swipe of her tongue across his sensitive frenulum.

“What does it look like I’m doing, dummy? I’m motivating you!” She snickered to herself and mashed her vibrating cunt against him, rubbing as hard as she could. Every motion she made in this state felt deliriously good, pleasing her as much as her partner.

She called out his name after she angled and hit her clit just right, then slid around his body and pulled him in an even tighter hug. Shayla was hellbent on squeezing him dry, and she used her legs to start pumping him up and down as fast as she could.

Coye’s hands dug into the grass below, searching for a measure of stability he just couldn’t find. The constant whirring and buzzing was more than he could take. His toes curled in his boots and he shut his eyes.

“Shayla…!” He whimpered.

Though she was ready for adventure, it was in her nature to make her lover squirm just a bit if she could help it. Shayla stopped pumping him and turned off the magical vibrations, leaving him desperate and wanting.

“Is something the matter, baby?” She asked in an exaggerated voice that teased him further.

“Y-You can’t just stop like that…!” He proclaimed, raising a hand like he was going to take over the rest of himself.

Coye wouldn’t need to do that, as before he could get too close the girl started to rapidly convulse at full power yet again and resume milking him between her soft, milky thighs.

“Oops, my bad! Here you go, you naughty little perv… mn, fuck…!” She bit down on her lip as an oncoming heat drew nearer by the moment. Her breathing increased the more energy she expended in an effort to serve this boy and his infinite desires, loving the way he squirmed and adoring the continual cracking of his voice.

Both were on the edge of release. Shayla, slick with juices slathered all over the boy’s thick cock, and Coye, after only a few minutes of this new erotic play.

Their day finally began once both managed to get off. Coye shot a thick load into the grass, and as usual he just kept cumming and cumming as Shayla rode him to completion. By the time he’d finished with his last spurt, the Pixie received her just deserts and climaxed onto his spent cock.

She would never leave a mess on him to the degree that Byng could, but she left a small puddle of her own and spread it through consistent, passionate humping until Shayla had ridden him till the last throes had died down. As per usual, the boy had a large smile on his face after they were done. Shayla was pretty happy, too.

"There you go, baby. That better have been enough to motivate you to get up off your sweaty ass."

"What if it wasn't?" He pushed his luck.

"I have other ways of making you do what I want." Shayla rubbed her hands together and let a spark of magic fluctuate between them, creating a small static crack. Not even a second after she started to bring them closer to Coye's momentarily flacid dick, and he started to sit up and pulls up his garments. "That's what I thought." She snickered.

He wiped up all his sweat and had Shayla freshen his scent at last, then threw back on his shirt. donned his cap, and slung his bandolier over his shoulder, turning to face the Peace Gate in the not too far off distance. Before Shayla disappeared to her roost, she flew over to Coye's shoulder and snapped her fingers to dress. She was feeling casual today, as it was just a pair of black shorts and white tank top, simple beyond the intricate trim lining its edges.

She walked up to his cheek and left a small kiss on it, thanking him, "Good work this morning, for real, though. I do appreciate what you're doing."

"No problem," he blushed and started the trek back to his Guild.