A Tamer’s Adventure

Because of what had happened, neither had the time to properly celebrate, so they stayed within the confines of their room. Feeling the most safe, they decided to celebrate their achievement.

The windows were shut, the wards of silence and protection were up, and the room was lit with scented candles, not magical lights a liking Martyn had come to.

Amber, with her knees on the floor, panted in heat as she pressed her face against Martyn's pulsing erection.

He ordered her to do nothing. Sitting on the bed’s edge, he took in her state, panting in built-up lust and rubbing her face against his throbbing length. The end of her tail tapped the wooden floor in anticipation, her breath tickling his bulging mass.

Amber was struggling to keep herself together; she was ordered to do nothing and happily obliged, but with building lust, the bond between them grew increasingly difficult.

Martyn, with a grunt, finally let her move.

Amber, with no hesitation, took his length into her mouth. A warm throat and wet tongue worked on his dick with greedy expertise. Sucking him in an attempt to force his nectar out. Her hands moved gently, fondling his balls, making Martyn grunt.

He massaged her cheek as she began bobbing her head. Having grown to take in his length fully, she quickly glanced up, joy sparking in her eyes, taking in Martyn’s flushed, drooling face.

She worked his dick more, feeling the tip brush against the back of her throat. It pulsed, wanting to release, but she felt Martyn's desire to withhold that and bask in the pleasurable sensations.

She found it cute how his panther ears would flicker whenever a spike of pleasure shot through him.

It excited her knowing how well he felt, and as a challenge, she wanted to see how long he could last.

She sucked hungrily, taking in his pre-cucum with every bob of her head. Maybe it was the bond or the fact that they were different races. But the taste was oddly satisfying, despite its saltiness.

Martyn grunted, grasping her head firmly, and shook his hips further in. Amber only moved quicker, adding to the rhythm; she had no gag reflex and sucked him off at a greater intensity.

With a feral grunt and a mighty thrust, Martyn unloaded his seed down her gullet. Perhaps it was the physical skills or the fact that he’d abstained for three years only recently, delving back into pleasure, but as he pulled back, he was still as hard, if not more so.

Amber shivered, her pussy walls clenching as she savoured his nectar. Feeling the warm liquid travel inside her, she panted heavily, a wet puddle forming beneath her.

She raised her hands, roaming up her waist to her chest. She stood, turned, and sat down on Martyn like a chair, his throbbing dick beneath her and rubbing against her lower lips as if demanding entrance.

With her juices soaking his sword, she was ready to sheath it. But Martyn stopped her.

Amber chirped as his arms wrapped around her waist, massaging her tits and nipples. She wanted it, and so did Martyn, but he had other plans.

As his free hand roamed down her smooth belly, he felt the dampness of her walls as his two fingers slipped through with ease.

Amber buckled in pleasure as he began to massage her pussy walls while planting kisses down her neck.

He kept at it for a few minutes, inserting more fingers and engaging in a sloppy exchange of saliva with her.

“Hn, Martyn~" She begged feeling her release coming.

All the while he fingered her, all the juice leaking was going down on his dick, lubricating it for the next act.

She mewled and chirped as he slowly picked up the pace. His thumb went to the clitoral area, brushing against it gently, and she sprung up her back arching.

Right then and there, she sprayed the floor with a hoarse grunt before her body fell limp against him.

Amber's chest heaved as Martyn lifted her, placing her on the table, enjoying the view of her glistening pussy as her sweet nectar trailed down her legs.

Amber turned back with a lust-filled gaze, her tail brushing past her pussycat and coaxing him. She spread her legs apart, her slit gapping and closing slightly at him.

Without warning, Martyn plunged his whole dick inside; the sudden shock and spike of pleasure rendered Amber a mute moaning mess, and his waist pulled back before slamming back in with greater force. The table shook, papers fell, and Amber clawed at its surface, holding on as Martyn pistoned her once again.

He lifted her tail over his shoulder so it wouldn’t get in the way, even going so far as to bite it lightly, earning a groan from his partner. He pulled back with a sharp breath before thrusting again.

She’d grown from levelling up, as did her muscles, and as a result, the grip from her pussy walls was a whole new level for him. With a grunt, he thrust his hips, shaking the table, and in one motion, he pulled back, relishing in the sensation and feeling of her walls, trying to force him in for a second before thrusting. He kept the rhythm constant with grunts and groans; his grip on her waist was tight as he fucked her relentlessly. The sound of flesh slapping against each other fills the room.

Amber had little time to adjust as he slowly increased the pace. Each time, she felt the euphoric wave wash through her as the walls were pushed to accommodate his girthy dick.

She could only moan and shiver as he drilled into her with machine-like persistence, and his control over his muscles meant he could hold himself from creaming her pussy, something she knew considering she just came on his dick, sending another wave of pleasure through her.

But Martyn kept at it. His grunts only grew as he held himself from releasing his nectar; sadly, Amber didn’t have that level of control, so she fell to her body's climaxes.

She had melted on the table, her mind nothing but a mass of pleasure. But soon Martyn reached his limit, so with all his might he slammed into her, balls deep as fast and hard as he could, and in the final thrust with a wild grunt, he poured his sweet batter into her oven, emptying all he had built up.

Amber had long since lost her ability to speak, a sprawled, sweaty mess on the table, unable to halt his constant ploughing of her—not that she would in the first place. With a huff, he pulled back and sat on the bed, watching as clumps of his semen dripped out from her gaping pussy.

Martyn took in the sight burning to memory; despite it all, he was still rock hard, if not more.

“Amber?” He called out to her, but he got no response.

Curious, he walked up to the table, seeing her resting face. From the bond, he could still feel the lust coming from her.

But she was unconscious, asleep on the table. Martyn was still hard and not fully satisfied. He attempted to awaken Amber but got no response besides drunken words.

Although every inch of him told him to continue, he refrained, deciding it would be a question for later. So he cleaned up with his magic and brought his resting wife with him to bed.

Eventually, the fatigue took over, and he fell asleep with Amber in his arms.

The morning rays did their usual best to ruin the sleep of many. Amber was the first to wake up in the warmth of Martyn’s arms. Everything that happened surfaced, and she blushed to dig herself deeper.

‘I can’t believe I passed out... and I could feel that he was still hungry for me.’ Amber sighed, looking at Martyn’s resting face.

He hummed, pulling her in closer in his sleep. A part of her wished she could go back and keep herself from passing out, but it was in the past now.

She hummed, feeling something warm pressing against her belly; she knew all too well, and with a smirk, she went down.

Martyn yawned, his morning drowsiness replaced by a wave of pleasure. He saw the massive tent under the sheets and, with a grunt, thrusted upwards, knowing what Amber was doing. Removing the sheets, he let her work on his shaft, sucking him for the better part of the morning.

Afterwards, the two went to take their showers. Amber went ahead first, but not before turning with a blush.

“If I ever get tired, you know, you can keep going.” She said this before closing the door.

Martyn chuckled, taking in her words: “I’ll hold you to that.”

‘Seriously, if I knew she felt that way, I wouldn’t have stopped. Then again, it's better to know than not.’

Martyn fell back on the bed, his mind racing with their plans for today.

‘We’ll visit Jorn, buy supplies, spare weapons, and gear, then the alchemist for potions, and last, before we head to the guild, the knight’s office, to report yesterday’s events just in case.’

He pondered that part of him truly hoped it was not an omen of a bad event, but his senses told him to prepare just in case.

Amber came out of the shower, and Martyn went in after kissing the girl.

After his shower, they left the inn with a warm breakfast in them and adventuring gear on. Following the schedule, they went to Jorn first to buy extra sets of weapons and daggers to cut apart monsters.

Their time was short as they went to the alchemist next. Potions have varying degrees of effect, specifically health potions or recovery potions. They came with a budget, so they bought about five of each at a decent quality and mana potions that recovered four hundred points of mana.

All their expenses, in total, cost them a gold coin.

“All that’s left is the knight’s office, right?” Amber asked.

"Yeah, and hopefully what we felt was nothing, and it’ll blow over.”

“I hope so too.”

Arriving at the large building, Martyn walked into the front desk. A senior receptionist greeted them, “What can I help you with today, sir?”

“Hi, I’m looking to file a report. I hope it’s nothing, but I had an encounter recently that one of the knights helped me with, and I was wondering if I could know where he is.”

The Satyr nodded, asking for the name of the knight or when the event occurred. Upon hearing this, he froze, looking at Martyn and Amber.

“It’s you! Ahem, my bad, sir, if you could please follow this knight, he’ll take you to the commander; he’s better equipped for this situation.” He said he was calling a knight over.

Amber and Martyn followed the man as he led them into the building. Walking upstairs, they gazed at paintings on the walls of various warriors clad in all sorts of armour.

‘It’s a memorial.’ Amber thought solemnly.

Soon enough, they reached the end of the hallway, and the knight knocking on the doors waited for a male voice to call them in. He opened the doors for the two of them and left.

In the room, sitting at a desk, was a lion-kin knight. He wore silver armour with dark blue trimming. Martyn didn’t dare to appraise; he felt the man was strong.

‘He could be B-rank, maybe A, no, not quite, but he’s definitely above C.’

“Please sit down. I heard from downstairs that I was the one who handled your encounter, with the testimony of the knight who helped you and the assailant. My name is Kory, and I’m the knight commander of the city’s forces. You said you wanted to file a report?”

He said pulling out a sheet of paper.

Amber and Martyn got comfortable before speaking of what happened outside the dungeon.

“I see, for your extrasensory skill to rise in level, the threat is very real; the system tends to warn many like that; a fear-resistant skill rises of a dangerous sense perhaps, telling them to be on guard. I’ll send scouters around the places you visit to pick up anyone suspicious. Considering you ranked up, I imagine whoever this is to be C rank or above.

This sadly rules out Derek the Baron’s son, as his rank has remained D for some time. Though we can’t rule out the possibility of him withholding his rank evaluation, guilds tend to make thorough examinations, so I highly doubt it. As for Damien, he hasn’t left his city under the watchful eye of his father.

This could be a third party; after all, records of people attempting to take a space mage do exist; however, we can’t rule out the possibility of the events being related, so I’ll send someone to check on Damien and Derek; if you’d like, we could place a tracker with you in case you disappear and a distress beacon.”

Kory pulled out a talisman and a smooth purple stone, placing them on the table.

“Tear the talisman, and I’ll come to your aid immediately after your location is revealed with the stone. As for the stone, just keep it on you or in an inventory if you have one, allowing us to track your location. This information does not leave this room. When I release the report, it’ll only state that I only sent out scouts to patrol certain areas; this way, if whoever is responsible has the resources to do so, they won’t know about the tracker and talisman.”

Martyn nodded at the idea and was more than happy to keep the tracker on him. Only for a short duration. He stored them in his inventory.

“I have a question,” Amber said. “What happens if we can't use the charm or if they have a way of blocking the stone?”

“A good question by which it’ll become a bigger issue if we can’t find you; the talisman can’t be blocked. The stone can so let me know where you're going to be beforehand. The capital would send investigators, and this could grow into a large conflict. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. If anything happens, don’t hesitate to come through my doors.”

Martyn thanked him with a handshake, informing him they’d be in the dungeon on the seventh floor, and left the building.

Together, they went to the dungeon with their senses on alert; nothing occurred on the way to the dungeon or when they entered.

Relaxed now that they could go about their hunting, they entered the seventh floor. The humidity increased and the moss was less vibrant.

They entered their first encounter on the new floor with their weapons drawn. Two greater rock lizards are the same size as the boss on the fifth floor.

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