A Tamer’s Adventure

‘He should like this.’

Amber hummed in thought as the eggs and bacon cooked on the pan. She was using the kitchen in the inn to make Martyn’s breakfast.

She had woken up earlier than usual, a habit she thought she’d long since moved out of since leaving the dungeon.

With the extra time of being awake, she cuddled into Martyn for a good few minutes before heading down.

‘Salt and no garlic; his nose scrunches at the smell of it,’ she giggled at the thought.

Putting the plate together, she left the kitchen, “Thanks for letting me use it, Lisa.”

Looking at the plate, the blonde smirked in response, “Lucky guy, breakfast in bed. Don’t keep him waiting; have fun.”

Lisa waved Amber off as she went upstairs. Stepping in, she saw Martyn’s resting face. She placed the plate on the small diner table and, with her magic, conjured a ball of water.

She placed a tea bag inside it and created a magic flame beneath it, brewing the tea with magic, it was so convenient.

While she did that, Amber moved over to him, glanced down at his morning erection, and, rolling her eyes, gently went to wake him up.

The savoury smell of breakfast and Amber’s gentle nudge woke Martyn up. With a yawn, he said, “Good morning. Did you wake up early?”

He paused for a moment, sniffing the air, his tail gleefully moving back and forth. “Breakfast?”

“I thought it was more than fair after showing me all those meals of yours, and well, last night too,” she blushed, “but take your shower first.”

“Yes dear,” He yawned once more before getting up and showering. Since they were departing soon, he dawned on his adventure set.

He sat down and ate all the while she was leaning over the table watching him. “This is great,” Martyn smiled.

“Thanks; I’ve had Lisa help teach me a few things.”

"Well, it’s paid off. These are great.” Martyn nodded, finishing his meal. After cleaning up, the two prepared themselves and left the inn, not before letting Lisa and the owner know they were departing.

“Two days of travel to this town,” Amber said as they arrived at the caravan.

It was one of two that were leaving the city, and the driver, a Satyr man, brightened up seeing them.

“Glad you could make it; I’ve logged you in the registry, and I freed space up in the back for the two of you.” He smiled, showing them the interior filled with crates of supplies and the entrance arranged like a couch.

“The other one behind is full,” he said, pointing to the second caravan being drawn by another Satyr; the animals pulling them were feathered raptors.

“We’re just about done checking inventory, so take a seat, and soon we’ll be good to go!” He gave them a thumbs-up.

“Thank you, sir, and again, if you need anything from us, let us know.”

The man nodded as Amber and Martyn climbed into the caravan. Martyn sat first and then Amber, and soon enough, the driver told them they were ready and soon took off, leaving the city.

Normally the curtains for the caravan would be closed, but with them in the back, they were kept open, and a gentle breeze wafted through as the duo stared at the shrinking sight of the city.

The caravan they were in was at the back, granting them privacy as Amber used Martyn as a chair, deciding to take a small nap.

‘Since when have I been assigned to chair duty?’ Martyn chuckled, wrapping his arms and tail around her to keep her steady as she lightly snored.

“If you weren’t cute, I’d push you off.” He rolled his eyes.

The journey was smooth, with little to no road distractions; they passed by creeks and forests. In the field, Martyn saw a group of slimes jumping about, avoiding the caravans.

A few hours went by, and they stopped by a bridge. At the stop, Amber woke up from her nap.

“We’re stopping here for a quick break before heading back on the road.”

The Satyr driver spoke from the front, hopping off to sit by the river that passed through the bridge. With a gentle nudge, Amber woke up.

She looked around, noting they'd stopped, and shrugged, trying to sleep on Martyn once more.

“Ai!” She squealed as Martyn pinched her.

She scoffed at getting off him, stretching her arms. They both stepped out of the caravan to see the two satyrmen sitting by a log and the feathered raptors drinking by the lake.

“We’ve still got a way to go; our first stop is by a small village for the night, and then we’ll be back on the road again.” One of the drivers said.

Amber was sitting on a large rock next to the riverbed, and Martyn remained standing.

"So, how are we going to add my new sister?” Amber asked.

“Heh, that’s a good question. It’s not often that goblins are brought to integrate with society; I’d say first she doesn’t have to look like a sickly goblin; the rest; we can manage with some time and effort; before anything, though, we have to find one worthy of adding to our group.”

“Alright, so what kind of goblin are we looking for? And how are we going to manage to integrate her and manage the dungeon? We can’t bring her to the same floors as us.”

Martyn nodded, and this sparked a small discussion between them and more questions, such as, Why not go after a goblin that was already as strong as they were? But as they don’t exactly know the benefits of training and increasing attributes before levelling and evolving as they did, it would be a waste in his eyes.

It is better to train one up properly and end up with a powerhouse. Even if it would take some time, it would be worth it.

As the conversation grew, a chicken cry filled the air, which shocked one of the Satyr men, who cursed and fell off his seat.

With the range of his awareness, Martyn could see the other side of the carriage.

“Cockatrice, three of them,” he called out to the drivers.

“Then can we leave it to you?” One shouted back, earning a thumbs up from Martyn.

A cockatrice is the chimeric fusion of a chicken and a snake. An attempt by some mad magician resulted in the species becoming a common norm in today’s times.

With what they faced in the dungeon, this fight was simple. Once Amber only pulled out her spear, Martyn used his basic magic. He launched magic bullets and bolts at the beasts as Amber leapt over the caravan, descending with her spear.

She hacked at them, two jumping back; the other jumped forward to claw at her, only to miss and get hit by Martyn’s magic missile, falling dead.

Martyn didn’t move to the other side of the caravan to face them as Amber did; no, he made use of his spatial awareness, essentially like a game character, to see the other side.

They were fast, but not as fast as Amber, who caught up to one, beheading it with ease. The last one shrieked before turning back and running.

Not seeing a reason to hunt it. They let the little abomination run. Amber came back to the two corpses with a grin.

“Anyone hungry?” She asked.

The two drivers raised their hands and Martyn's as well, so they butchered and ate chicken and snake skewers, after which they got back on the road.

With a nice meal, they took no breaks for the remainder of the journey, and it wasn’t long until they reached a small village.

Pulling in through the gates, they stopped by the stables. The men decided to book an inn, but Martyn and Amber decided to camp outside.

With it being late in the evening and no quest or mission board, they centred into a nearby forest, looking for good camp ground.

“I’ve got another question if you don’t mind, but with how rare female goblins are and making the search more difficult, how much time will we put into searching for one capable of joining us?”

Martyn hacking at a bush hummed in response.

“I’m not sure. I put in a month of dungeon diving to find you. I understand if we focus too much, we’ll end up wasting time, so maybe once the guild is out of goblins clearing quests, or if we both feel like we’ve done enough.”

Martyn said, flattening the grassy plane with his simple magic, and from his inventory, he pulled out an already-made tent for the both of them.

Moving around, he set a magic barrier around the perimeter and ward to keep the place warm when night falls.

With the extra time, they decided to have a small sparring match between them.

“Is this necessary?" Martyn asked with a wooden scimitar at his shoulder.

“I want to see if things are the same or different between us,” Amber replied with her wooden sword and spear.

“Rules?”

“The first to make the other submit wins.” Amber grinned.

'Submit, huh, alright then,’ a glint flashed in his eyes as they circled each other.

The forest was silent, and the sun dimmed over the horizon, and even if darkness fell, it changed nothing as they had night vision.

Amber charged, thrusting her spear, and Martyn, using the curve of his blade, drew it to the side.

“No skills, right, only mana?” He said this as he swung, making her block with her shield.

“Obviously,” she grunted, pushing the sword away with her shield. She went to bash him with it, but Martyn flipped back with a kick she narrowly avoided.

Twirling her spear in hand, a blue flame grew, covering her body. She coated herself in a visible layer of mana. With his appraisal, he saw how much of her energy she expended to form it and did the same.

The two now covered in a blue aura, lighting the forest around them, charged at each other, their weapons coated in mana clashing, the energies sparking from contact.

Amber swung low, and Martyn jumped. She grinned and kicked off, tackling him with her shield in mid-air. Martyn went flying, but with agility, he twisted himself and landed on a tree. With a grin, he leapt off, destroying the bark behind him.

He brought his blade down, and Amber raised her shield. They collided in an explosion of air, but Martyn wasn’t over. He twisted his body, swinging again and again, and he kept it up all while remaining in the air like a saw, hacking at her shield in a spin attack.

Amber was forced down on one knee. Martyn’s agility and strength kept her pinned, and the shield cracked under pressure. Amber hissed, concentrating her mana.

Martyn’s extrasensory skill flared, and he jumped off the shield as a magic bolt shot out of it.

“Huff, how are you not dizzy from all that spinning?”

“Agility honey~” Martyn chuckled.

Amber pursed her lips, her face flushed, but she focused herself and rushed more mana flaring from her body, coating every inch of her.

Martyn did the same, checking her mana drain and only using enough to keep his energy pool above hers. They clashed in an exchange of blows; her spear nicked his shoulder, his blade scrapped against her shield, each attack nipping away at their mana.

As the fight grew, so did their breaths. Amber’s tail lashed against the ground. She threw her shield, which took Martyn by surprise, and he bent, limboing to dodge the shield.

At that moment, his vision was blocked by the shield. Amber dashed and swung down with her spear, but Martyn wasn’t blind, as his spatial awareness granted him a bird's-eye view he saw her attempt.

Using his agility to the fullest, he cartwheeled, avoiding her swing, and charged with his scimitar, slashing at her hand. With a grunt, Amber dropped her spear from the sharp pain and could do nothing but throw her fist.

She made a vain attempt as he caught her fist and brought his sword to her neck, pinning her against a tree. Both, with heavy breaths, grinned at each other.

“I lost.” She smiled, her chest heaving up and down.

Amber was burning; again, she lost to her husband, her mate, and as it went through her people, she was his; she already was, but this fight just made her want him more.

She shivered as his emerald eyes gleamed with a sudden light. The sword disappeared into the inventory, and they embraced each other in a deep kiss.

He still had her pinned against the tree as his free hand roamed down her body, gripping her tight ass. A muffled yelp left her as he hoisted her up in one hand.

Hungrilly, she wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his sprung erection pulsing under his clothes, and with him letting go of her other hand, he held her firmly as they went to the tent.

As they entered, he was gentle, with her legs locked around him and her hips pressing against his throbbing dick. He gently sat down on the tent floor with Amber on his lap, his hands sculpting her body and squeezing at her sides and breasts, making the girl writhe in pleasure.

And slowly, one by one, all her clothing vanished as, with a simple touch, he sent them into the inventory. She bore herself naked to him, leaning back as his arms firmly held her waist.

Fatigue slowly took over, urging Martyn to remove his attire with magic. Immediately, a wave of heat hit Amber from below, where their hips met.

She gulped slightly, seeing his burgeoning dick press against her stomach.

‘It’s going in me again,’ she thought happily as Martyn gently lifted her by the waist, aligning her wet pussy lips on the entrance of his cock.

Juices dripped, lubricating the members as their breaths quickened, Amber in anticipation, and Martyn with a growing desire.

“Ahn!~”

Amber let out a shrill cry of ecstasy as Martyn sheathed her; she gyrated her hip and leaned in, engaging in a love-filled kiss as he thrust upwards and slammed her down on his dick.

They both opened the channels of their bond, feeling one another's pleasure and feeding off it. Eventually, Martyn pushed Amber down and lifted her legs over her head, putting her in a mating press position.

Amber could only moan into their kiss as he began thrusting down with added strength. Martyn grunted, feeling the grip of her pussy walls and wanting to keep him in as he pulled back, only to bring his hips further in.

With each push, his dick penetrated deeper and deeper until a gasp left Amber as she felt the ends of pussy being stretched to accommodate his length. Every inch of her stiffened as she sprayed on his dick in a euphoric orgasm. Martyn only saw that as a reason to quicken his pace, as with her squirting on his dick, it became easier to plough her at a faster rate.

Only mewls and gasps left Amber as she wrapped her legs tightly around him once more, feeling his pulsing length inside her. Martyn leaned in for a tongue-filled kiss, one he dominated her in as his hips pistoned inside, releasing all his nectar in her fleshy chambers.

But even after spewing his load, he wasn’t satisfied, as he pulled out, only leaving the tip in.

He saw in Amber's eyes the thirst for more, and he happily obliged, pushing his dick through her already sensitive pussycat for another round. This time, though, he stood on his knees, lifting Amber’s hips as her face lay down on the floor.

He lifted her tail over his shoulder and, with a firm grasp of her rear, pistoned his dick again. The warmth and pressure her pussy exerted were slowly pushing him to the edge, but he held on.

Flesh slapped, grunts and muffled moans echoed the smell of sex filling the tent, only fueling their lust as Martyn moved his hips faster, pulled on her tail, and even landed a crisp smack against her plump rear.

“Aahn!” She moaned, pushing and moving her body in rhythm with Martyn.

Martyn was nearing his limit for the second time and ploughed her with a rabbit-like haste, and when he felt it coming, he slapped her ass once more, cumming inside her oven for a final time, pushing everything to give her every single drop of his seed.

Amber’s body stiffened upon receiving his second load of cum before softening like a pillow. She huffed, gazing back at Martyn, his body covered in a sheen of sweat like hers. Not wanting to pull out, he let the fatigue take over and shifted himself, with Amber lying on top of him with his dick plugging her pussy, preventing any leakage.

With deep breaths, Amber giggled, “Are you trying to get me pregnant?”

“Hush now, no talking, let’s just sleep.” Martyn pulled her in with a warm hug.

Amber said nothing, nuzzling into his embrace as he pulled out a blanket from their inventory and closed the tent with magic.

They slept in the night blissfully and unbothered. When morning came, they woke up refreshed, had a quick shower, had a light breakfast, and found themselves back on the road.

This journey took a whole day, and it went unbothered. Soon, they arrived as close as they could to the town, which was next to a small mountain range. So after thanking the drivers, they walked on the dirt road with the village in sight.

 

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