Chapter 13 Rewrite P1

The following day, I awaken from the morning light creeping in from the window above my bed. I find myself still comfortably pressed into my lover's sunshine-colored locks from behind. I breathe in the smell of them, still finding them just as refreshing and womanly as the night before. Sam is cuddled up against me, naked except for one of my t-shirts and still deep asleep.

Not long after I awaken, I notice the insistent swelling between my legs, which in my tired state of mind, I start trying to rid myself of by grinding into Sam from behind.

The more obvious I get with my grinding, the more the Princess stirs, yawns, and rousing from her rest. Turning to look at me with sleepy eyes, the first thing I see from her this morning is yet another smug, shit-eating grin where Sam flashes me her sharp fang. "C'mon, Daddy... really? You looking for a repeat of last night so soon?"

"Blame that fat little ass of yours," I lean closer to kiss the side of her cheek, but after Sam returns the affection, she lifts up her leg and plops it back down, using her hand to settle my cock between those meaty thighs of hers.

"Sorry, but if you wanna have fun... this time, we both have to feel good..." She coos, feeling the heat of my manhood pulse between her legs and starting to experience a tingle of arousal for herself.

I take Sam up on the offer and thrust forward into her pillowy thighs while the head of my cock scrapes along the lips of her sensitive pussy. Hoping to improve the closeness between us, I reach forward and crawl my hand under her shirt until my palm is wrapped firmly around one of her big, bouncy tits. Again, Sam moans as I grope and dig myself in and out.

"This... ah... this feels pretty nice..."

"You like this?" I tease her a bit harder, making sure my head grates against her pointy clit.

"Yeah... not bad at all..." She turns to face me, and I reward her with a loving kiss that starts off slow. I mix up the movements of my thrusts to coincide with every little thing I do to her lips. Appreciating this, my lover's body heats up below and continues drooling slick juices all over my insistent manhood.

It's early, and neither of us is in the mood to mess around for hours on end, so as our kisses heat up, so does my thrusting.

In just a couple of minutes, Sam reaches a pleasant peak from both the persistent scraping between her lips and my fingers expertly working her perky little nipple. Not too much later, I fall victim to the same pleasure as the plush, warm softness of the Princess's thighs pushes me to cum, ruining the blanket and the sheets with my abundant outburst.

“Damn... you came soooo much, Daddy...” Sam yawns.

“Is that really so surprising at this point?”

“I mean, no, but... you’re a dude, so I thought you’d like it if I say junk like that. I could stop if ya want.”

“No, no. Please keep it up.”

The Princess giggles. “Mhmm, that’s what I thought.”

Both of us are satisfied with this lazy outcome, for the most part. We lay together afterward for a little longer before forcing ourselves to summon the willpower necessary to sit up in bed.

Now that we're a little more awake, the first thing I do is ask about her feelings, remembering how high tensions got the night before. "You feeling better this morning, Sam?"

Her face turns red, showing me exactly how she plans on playing this. "W-What do you mean by that, Boss...?" She stutters, eyes opening wide after she wipes some crust from the corners.

"You know what I mean. Things got a bit emotional last night before bed. I was just worried if-"

"Oh," Sam looks away, her face clouded by an ever-increasing veil of nervous sweat. "That? That was no big deal! Don't even remember it! I was tired! Did I really say something? Maybe you were sleeping!" Sam darts around, trying to pretend it didn't happen so hard that she contradicts herself left and right. Was it no big deal, or do you not remember, you silly girl?

There's not much use in forcing her to talk about it if she doesn't want to, even if I find her emotional evasiveness equal parts concerning and adorable. "Well, no matter. Are you ready to get out of bed and back to business, or what?"

"Yeah," She scratches back behind her head, then cracks her neck and her back. "Let's get to it. I wanna go test stuff out, and-" Before she can finish her sentence, Sam's stomach rumbles loudly enough for us both to hear it. The tomboy blushes, saying, "Er. Mind making breakfast, Boss?"

Hmm. This might be a sign that I was right about a few things. "Is your appetite returning?" I ask.

"...Now that you mention it, yeah. I'm definitely hungrier than I've been feeling the last couple of days..." She looks cautiously into my eyes, and I can see it on her face that she's starting to believe I might be onto something regarding my magic semen theory.

We skip having a bath this morning, and instead, Sam just washes up her back and thighs to get the smell of my cum off of her. Then, she changes the sheets and the blanket with a fresh set, throwing the old ones into a nearby overflowing hamper in the corner of the messy bedroom while I head downstairs to check on things and then work on filling her belly. If we get more people around this Guild, then laundry will be an increasing problem, especially if this place turns into the sort of harem Guild that Sam envisions it becoming. More girls mean more clothes.

Just another reason why getting some housekeepers are high on my priority list.

I first check whether the Mailmage came today, and lo and behold, they did. They took the packages away, and the next time they return, they should bring back a hefty chunk of gold from the Association. I'm happy to say that it looks like Abner came through, although there still aren't any local quests mixed in. I'll give him a few more days before we need to make a follow-up visit.

Breakfast is a quick affair, just some eggs, rice, and bacon, as well as some of the mushroom cap steak. It's not exactly a breakfast item, but the girl is hungry as an Orc and will scarf down just about anything right now. We both rush through our meal since we're both excited for what comes next- the strength test.

Together, we exit the building through the backdoor and head into the training yard.

Sam's suited up in her bikini armor, has tied her twintails tight, and she brandishes her great blade over her shoulder. In her other hand, she has a small mirror which she hands off to me. She's ready to see if she can repeat her unbelievable show of strength from the day before.

"Feeling any different?" I ask before she makes her attempt.

"Mm..." Sam tilts her head, considering the question. "A little. I'm still raring to go, but I don't think I'm as motivated as I was yesterday."

"Are you feeling alright? This isn't about last night, is it?"

"N-No," She fights back her cheeks turning red, this time not evading the topic. "I don't feel sad or anything. I just mean it feels like there's a little spark I had yesterday that's gone now if that makes sense?"

"Huh. I wonder what that could mean?"

"You're the magic semen expert," She snorts. "You tell me."

I'd hardly consider myself an expert, despite the number of books I've read that just so happened to include protagonists with magical semen. It's a staple in erotic fiction for a reason, damn it.

Unenthused with her teasing, I usher her to move on.

Sam then performs an overhead slash on the earth, attacking just as if there were an imaginary Slime leaping straight at her. There's an impact, but it's nowhere near the level of the last time she did this. Her expression becomes frazzled, disappointed in her performance. Just to be sure, I allow her to take a second shot at it only for her to produce the same result.

"Can't do it," She frowns, a little torn over her abilities. "It doesn't feel the same."

That just about does it, then. The only difference between yesterday and today is that Sam didn't intake any of my semen. Phase two of the testing can now begin.

"Don't worry about it so much." I move toward her, cupping her cheek in my hand and brushing my thumb against her. "You know what comes next, don't you?"

The frown disappears, replaced with an eager grin. "That's right. How could I forget?"

Sam drops the tip of her sword about a foot into the ground to hold it in place, then walks toward the nearest training dummy. Looking over her shoulder, she surprises me by leaning over the dummy with outstretched arms. Then, she reaches behind her to pull the thong of her bikini armor out of the way, pointing her naked behind at me as she drapes her arms around the dummy's base, hugging it tight to her chest.

I raise an eyebrow, loving what I'm seeing. Taking a step forward and cuffing the soft ass on display, I grope it nice and hard as if inspecting a hunk of meat. "You want to do it out here, you naughty little brat?"

"Is that a problem?" She tilts her head and licks her lips impishly as ever while I continue to grope. "We haven't done it yet, so I thought you might enjoy the idea, Daddy..."

"It's not a problem at all... far from it." It should be fine. The Guild is pretty isolated from the rest of the town. Especially out here in the backyard, where a bunch of trees blocks off the property. No one will hear us here, and since we don't get any visitors these days, I doubt we'll be seen, either.

The idea of this little exhibitionist play gets me going faster than I thought possible.

I drop my knees into the dirt path below to work on getting my pretty Princess nice and ready for my grand entrance. As much as Sam wants to move straight ahead to the fun part, I'm not about to just plunge in when she's not even wet. With great passion, I place my lips on her exposed pussy and start giving her a good time.

Right away, my nose is met with the scent of a woman, and this fragrant, slightly sweet musk delights me even further.

Sam is easy to excite, and I adore riling her up. My kissing and licking brings adorable moans out of her throat every few seconds, and as my tongue pushes deeper into her pink walls, she starts contracting around it. Every so often, I trail down her pink slit, making my way down to Sam's pointy little clit. Her fragrant honey starts flowing bit by bit as I continue exploring her inner depths with my tongue. She gasps as I twist it inside of her, and her knees buckle as I increase ferocity.

Having Sam in the palm of my hands all because of a bit of tongue play gives my ego a boost, beckoning me forward. I unbuckle my belt, and my pants fall around to my knees. My erection is plainly visible beneath my tight boxers, with Sam is all too happy to see.

The boxers don't stand in my way for very long, and they're the next thing to go. Sam gapes at my throbbing cock, knowing she's about to get the attention her body has craved. Yesterday was the first time we've gone an entire day without sex, which has taken its toll on the libidinous Princess.

Holding my cock tight, I angle it to press my head grinding up the entrance of her slit. "You really can't hold yourself back, can you?" Her wetness coats my red-hod tip, dripping down past me and onto the dirt below.

"Lay off, okay?" She nibbles on her lower lip, eyes full of need. "We went at it for three days straight, and then suddenly you tell me we can't screw for a whole day straight? No wonder I need it so bad!"

"The important thing is that you waited for it like a good girl, even though it was so, so, hard to do..." Feeling a bit mean, I run the length up and down even harder, parting her folds and barely sticking the tip inside her.

"Mmmn... am I your good girl, Daddy?" Sam asks in a teasing, sing-song tone. She pushes back with her hips, making a soft moan as she manages to sink another half-inch into her tunnel.

"For now, you are... and good girls get rewarded," I line myself up, grab her thick ass with one hand, and push. That's all it takes to fully embed myself back where I belong. I slide further and further back, facing little resistance even to the point of bottoming out. Sam's wetness is really something impressive this time around.

Her pussy shows me how much it missed me by clinging tight, making it hard to pull out yet even more rewarding every time I do. Everything she does envelopes my hardness in sheer ecstasy, and I explore these new heights of pleasure by angling my individual thrusts to scrape against Sam's favorite pleasure points.

The Princess hugs the training dummy tighter to her chest, moaning, "Ahn- Daddy...! You're going so fast! Don't you wanna slow down and enjoy yourself more...?"

"I would love to, but we still have so much on our schedule..."

"F-Forget our schedule- MN!"

"Oh? I suppose we could, but don't you want to become a big, strong adventurer and make me proud?"

"Hey! U-Using that against me is... isn't fair, damn it!"

"Whoever said I was fair?" Rearing my hand back and flattening my palm, I smack the meat of Sam's jiggling ass while fucking her with unrelenting fury. She yelps a satisfied yelp then settles into her submissive role, allowing me to have my way with her however I want.

For ten minutes, Sam and I enjoy our long-awaited coupling. Because of how much we've wanted to go at each other, it amounts to little more than furious rutting between two animals.

I heave, and I slam away at her meaty backside, digging my fingers into her flesh as my cock gifts her the pleasure she desires. Every stroke gives me more power over her body, her sensual voice echoing out into the open training yard loud enough to be heard by anyone else on the premises.

Sam doesn't care about the possibility of being seen or heard. Instead, it excites her. The louder the Princess gets, the more enthusiastically she slams her hips backward and howls. It excites me, too. Knowing that at any time someone could see me, of all people, going to town on this beautiful young woman's body drives me crazy.

Soon enough, Sam's fevered moaning and begging takes a toll on my restraint. I groan as for one final thrust, I hold myself into place, dumping my entire load straight into Sam's pink depths like she were an outlet specifically designed to take all of my endless lust. It's a big one, too, even compared to how much I've been cumming as of late.

It goes on and on, my spasming cock overjoyed to let loose inside of Sam after going a whole day without.

Sam joins me in bliss as my volleys fill her up, her shaky voice screaming out as she hugging the training dummy for dear life as orgasm tears her body apart. Her body convulses around me, pulling me deeper in and making it impossible to pull away. We bask in this state for what feels like hours until she finally looks over her shoulder with a happy, hazy smile on her face.

"Damn... that was almost worth the wait, Daddy..."

"Almost?"

"Going a day without your dick made it feel even better, but at the same time, I don't wanna go without it for another day if I can help it..." She giggles, moving her hips forward so that my cock slips out of her. A large glob of steamy semen drops down to the earth as soon as I leave.

"You'll have to get used to it, especially when you're a seasoned adventurer. Not every quest you accept will be near Dewhurst, my dear. There will be times when you might go days or even weeks without seeing me." I teasingly pat her butt to emphasize my point, making her laugh that tomboyish laugh of hers.

After she laughs, though, the emerald pools of her eyes fill with a soft sadness.

I know how she feels. I don't know how I'd handle Sam being gone for so long without any way to check up on her... that's just one of the many reasons why it's such a bad idea for a Guild Master to enter into a relationship with an adventurer.

"Yeah, but that's like... way, way later on. Anyways, you got that mirror?" Sam brings me back to our true purpose, reminding me that she's yet to see the light herself. I suppose this is as good a time as any to prove that I'm not crazy.

She steps away from the dummy, and I place the small hand mirror on the ground between her legs. Craning her neck down to look at it, the Princess's reflection opens her eyes wide as soon she witnesses her pussy glowing pink just the way I described it.

"No shit," She whistles, cum dripping out of her well-fucked hole and down onto the mirror.

"What did I say? I told you."

"Yeah, sure, but that doesn't make seeing it for myself any less crazy..." She shakes her head and gives me a strange look, and all I can do in return is shrug.

"Should I go ahead and try the attack again now, Boss? Or do you think I should wait a few more minutes?"

"I'd say go for it. The glowing light presumably means something happened, so no use in standing around."

"Good point. Let's try this again here," Sam slides her panty armor back into place while giving me a sassy little wink, and then she heads over to where she left her sword. Pulling it back out of the earth, Sam opens her eyes wide and stares at the blade. "Oh yeah," She says to herself. "There's definitely a difference, alright..."

"How different are we talking here?"

"Feels like it weighs... a lot less. Dunno how much exactly since I could already lift and swing it around pretty easily, but it feels like an extension of my arm now. I noticed this yesterday too, but I didn't think much of it at the time, y'know?"

"That's excusable. We had a lot of stuff going on. Go on and give it a whirl."

Sam nods, takes her battle stance, and grips her blade just the way I taught her. After a sharp inhale of breath to steady her resolve, the Princess then raises her sword and performs the same attack she attempted moments ago. This time, things are radically changed for the better. Instead of the standard sword slash, the air rips around her blade's path on its way down, creating a hurricane of noise. When the weapon hits the ground, it creates a several-foot-long impact trail where dirt, earth, and dust fly.

We both take a brief glance into one another's eyes, finally knowing the truth for sure.

"Well, Daddy... congrats," She performs an awkward laugh, not sure how to process this information. "I don't know how you did it, but your jizz is one hundred percent magic."

Despite the absurdity of this revelation, the only thing I can bring myself to do is shrug. It's very telling to me that I would have been more surprised if my cum wasn't magic. At this point, this was the most likely outcome.

"So it seems," I mutter, my forehead finding my palm and cradling it as I sigh. "Words escape me, but now we've got to move onto the next phase of testing. We'll wait another twenty-four hours, and when it's time, we'll have you give me a blowjob so we can see whether my cum has the same effect if you take it orally rather than receiving it vaginally."

The Princess laughs at the word 'vaginally', because of course, she does.

"I was afraid you were gonna say that..." Sam crosses her arms after holstering her sword. She just got her fill, and it's going to have to last her another two days. The fact that this is upsetting to her is something that Sam doesn't even pretend to hide.

"If I were you, I would be more concerned with what's being shot into me rather than dreading how long it'll be before you get more of it. Aren't you the least bit concerned that this is all... I don't know... kind of fucked?"

This time, it's Sam's turn to shrug. "Sure. It's weird, but you don't gotta be so stressed about it. I mean... it's pretty damn funny, don't you think?" She asks with a snort.

Funny? That's not the first thing I would call this situation, no. "I suppose that there's a surface level of humor to be found in the fact that my semen makes you stronger, yet, but..."

"C'mon, Boss..." She takes a step closer and narrows her eyes at me. "Stop overthinking things just long enough to hear me out. M'kay?"

"...Alright, Sam." She's not wrong about me overthinking things. It might be best to listen to what she has to say.

"Good. The way I see it, I think you're looking at this the wrong way, Boss. Think of all the crazy doors this just opened. I told you that you should make yourself a harem Guild, right? Now you have the best damn justification in the Realm to do it! Can you imagine what having an entire squad of sexy bitches going out and making mad bank with your magic jizz sloshing around inside 'em would be like? You said you wanted to run the greatest Guild in all the Realms, didn't you? If you make use of this, then that wouldn't be a fantasy anymore. You could do it."

Her words stir my imagination, and I realize that she's probably right. If I really did have a full-on Guild filled with women running on my semen, then... the sky would be the limits. Still, though. Sam forgets one simple detail. "An amusing idea, for sure, but there's still too much we don't know about how this power works. For one, maybe you're the only person it has this effect on?"

Sam rolls her eyes and waves her hand at me dismissively. "Well, you'll just have to test that out! Luckily, another cutie is already on her way."

"Right, about that. Not only do you want me to proposition your best friend for sex, but you'll also be totally fine with it? Just double-checking because it's still just a surreal idea to me..." Harems may be common among Karnalle's elite, but that doesn't mean I've fully adjusted to the idea of actively pursuing one yet.

"Nah, I won't just be fine with it, Daddy. I'll be right there helping!" The lewd tomboy gives me a grin and a childishly enthusiastic thumbs-up, prompting me to sigh. I don't know what I was expecting.

"In your letter, did you explicitly spell out that you want Zutiria to potentially have sex with me?"

"I might've mentioned a thing or two," Sam dismisses the idea. "Don't sweat it. She's chill."

"Right..." I shake my head and turn away, facing the Guild's backdoor. "I don't know about you, but I'm ready to stop thinking about the bizarre circumstances of my curious sex life for a bit. What say we put that freshly delivered power-up of yours to good use and sic you on some monsters?"

"Sounds good to me," Teasingly, Sam sticks her chest out and makes a dramatic pose. With her hands on her hips, she gazes off into the horizon. "Watch out, world, this chick just had sex, and she's ready to tear shit up!"

"Does this mean your motivation is back?"

She pumps up her fist. "You know it."

"Good to know. However, it's hard to tell if extra morale is another bonus of my magical semen or if you're just naturally more pumped up after having sex."

"Oh, shut up!" She laughs, giving me a playful punch on my shoulder.

From there on, we set up today's plan. Rather than teaching Sam any new combat strategies, I want her to learn how to multitask today. To do this, she'll be killing any Slimes and Living Fungi she sees while adding an additional objective- heartroots.

Yes, it's time to teach Sam about the joys of Association-issued gathering quests. Adventurers are fond of calling them fetch quests, but whatever the name, they all boil down to the same objective. The Association wants something, the adventurer gathers it, and their Guild sends it in.

Heartroots are the staple ingredient of most basic healing potions and are easy to identify. Like radishes or carrots, they have large, edible roots underneath the ground and leaves above ground which signals their location. No one could miss them, the leaves are also heart-shaped, and they're rather big.

Proving my point, Sam recognizes the plant right away when I show her the picture. They're relatively common in every province of Karnalle, and they're always in high demand. To harvest them, you just have to pull on the leaves until the root surfaces. It couldn't be any easier.

Every heartroot delivered nets the adventurer a paltry 12G, but they don't charge a twenty percent fee because the client is the Association itself. The only expense would be my own twenty percent, which is a non-issue because of Sam’s stubbornness.

While potion making is far beyond my capabilities, heartroot does have some culinary benefits that I could start utilizing. They're very healthy, especially for an adventurer. Depending on how many we end up harvesting, I think we'll keep a couple of them to mix into our diet. Sam's got no objections, even if vegetables predictably aren't 'her thing'. Given how she's eaten anything I've put in front of her until now, it shouldn't be much of a problem.

Since we'll be juggling three targets today, I make sure to bring a bigger bag before heading out.