For today the two of us agree to go back out and do quests together as we originally planned. Sam hurriedly suits back up in armor and admittedly I already miss how cute she looks wearing my clothes. Soon enough we're out the door and ready for work, for real this time.
The day goes fine. Sam's increase in strength does not suddenly make her skilled with her sword, though, and I'm constantly using my eyes to point out mistakes and analyze her enemies. The Princess never complains once no matter how harsh my critiques, and I can tell she's truly intent on improving her combat skills. Watching the youthful warrior work her pretty little heart out fills me with swelling pride.
After a few hours we've hit the quota for all the kill quests and Sam is sweaty and bordering on exhausted. I guess even if she can swing her sword around like it's nothing, fighting properly takes a lot out of her considering she's not used to it. The slimes were easy enough, Sam still needed help on posture, form and positioning, but striking was simple for her. She struggled a lot more when we graduated from slaughtering slimes to the slightly harder living fungus kill quests.
Little grubby mushroom people that are about three feet tall, they're a nuisance to the public wherever they appear thanks to their habit of spreading sleep spores and... well, burying their prey and feeding off them the way that mushrooms tend to do.
"You can't inhale even a bit of it," I tell her from a safe distance. "Think, Sam. How can you get past the spores?" I already know the answer of course. It's very simple, but a good mentor never hands out answers when they can be taught first hand instead.
The fungus monster lets out a strange battlecry, screeching "BUP!" as the red and white spotted head of its shroom shakes off a blast of sleeping spores aimed directly at Sam.
She dodges and I urge her to think harder. It doesn't take too long until something suddenly clicks and she looks down at her gigantic ass sword. I smirk imperceptibly, not wanting to give her any clues in case she looks my way. Fortunately she was right on the mark with her intuition. She might act dumb a lot of the time but she can be very sharp too when she wants to be it seems.
As soon as the next BUP is screeched, Sam twists her body and uses the flat of her great blade as a titanic fan, swatting the sleeping spores away with the wind generated from her weapon swing. The little mushroom creature is shocked and tries to run for it, but it's too late. Sam jumps up and cleaves downward, bisecting the spore-spewing little pest as cleanly as can be.
I congratulate her on a job well done and together we collect proof of her kill, and move on. The rest of the kill quests go smoothly from there and in no time at all we're doing local fetch quests. Pretty simple stuff, finding medicinal herbs to ship back to the AoA HQ for them to make into restorative potions, looking for rare seeds- basic stuff like that. All in all we do a decent job of things and when payment comes in for the non-local quests we'll have made about 1200G. This sum would be a lot lower if I were actually paying Sam, but I'll take any little victories I can.
At night, after a decent dinner and a few hours of idle relaxation, Sam and I begin the daunting task of sharing a bed without having sex.
"You haven't forgotten, right, Daddy...?" Sam is sprawled out on the bed wearing nothing, her golden hair falling brilliantly down as she takes her hair ties off. The juicy lips of her pussy call to my cock, even more so as she spreads her meaty thighs wide for my benefit.
But we can't. There's science to be done.
"Of course not, Princess." I inch towards her on the soft bed wearing nothing but my sleeping shorts. "Just a bit of play for both of us, ok? Can you be a good girl and promise me you'll behave?"
"...Mhmm." Sam bites her lip and looks up at me, wantingly. "I can be Daddy's good girl if I HAVE to..." Disappointment fills the room as she sighs, only to be replaced by a gasp of sudden joy as soon as my finger traces up the exterior of her slit.
We haven't done a whole lot of foreplay the last few days, so I'm still figuring out this whole thing as I finger her. I slowly push the tip of my index into her and study her reaction closely and with great purpose.
"Daddy...!" She moans as I begin to caress the inner folds and bumps of her tight tunnel in an effort to please my tomboyish lover. Her chest rises and falls from increasingly labored breath, until Sam can no longer take it and she sinks her hands into her big, luscious tits. As her fingers find and tweak her nipples, my other hand finds her swollen and aching clit. I waste no time massaging it.
Sam moans even louder as both hands work together to push her past her limit and thankfully, it isn't long. I must admit, I'm cheating. My eyes can pick up every single detail of her reactions to every twist and turn I present her pleasant pussy with, so I'm able to flawlessly filter out what she likes and how she likes it.
The moment I feel confident enough to declare that Sam is now putty in my hands, she climaxes loudly and shamelessly trembles under the assault of my thorough fingers. Her breathing goes wild and tears of sexual bliss pool down the sides of her face as she screams, "DADDY!" For me over and over.
"Good girl." I let her ride her orgasm out as long as she wants it to, before slowly winding it down and letting her catch her breath a little. Fuck, I'm hard. Not being able to do it tonight is going to drive me crazy.
"Do... Do you want some... help with that... Daddy...?" Sam lifts her head up to look at the tented bulge in my sleep shorts.
"I just had a handjob this morning..." Not to sound ungrateful or anything, but it wouldn't be enough.
The Princess thinks to herself for a moment before shifting around on the bed. She turns over on her tummy and exposes the fullness of her youthful ass to me. Over her shoulder she stares, playfully but still shy. Holding back must be making her more meek than usual.
"You can't use the hole, but... hmmm... Daddy, I wonder..." Sam places the tip of her finger against the small of her back before running it down the length of her ass crack. I watch as it sinks between them and I'm intrigued by what she's implying.
"Interesting." I scoot closer and out of my boxers.
"I wanted to give Daddy a titty fuck, honestly, but if you did that you'd cum on my face and I doubt I could resist the leftovers..." She sweats awkwardly and looks away, eager for me to do my business.
"Mmmm..." I pull Sam's thick cheeks apart and spit down into the valley below, causing her to jerk from surprise. I lather it up her cheeks nice and shiny before scooping up some of the slippery juices from her aching cunt as well to add to the lubrication. Finally, I plop my massive cock in between the round globes of her ass and start to stroke myself between her voluptuous cheeks.
"Does Daddy like fucking my butt cheeks, you nasty old man...?" She asks in such a bratty way that it urges me to fuck her even harder. Grunting, I dig sink my strong hands as savagely into the flesh of her ass and really, REALLY start to fuck her. I doubt it actually feels that good for Sam but she puts on the best goddamn show for me regardless. She moans, tells me all sorts of sexy things and begs passionately for my cum as sluttily as she can muster.
I can't help but indulge my Princess, and after a good ten minutes or so of pounding the soft, jiggling pillows or her ass my release explodes onto her back. It shakes through me like a passionate storm, unleashing rope after rope of everything I have to give her. Her unblemished and beautiful back muscles are painted white by my burning semen and after I finally finish up I plop down to my lover's side.
"You're sure I can't have any...?" Sam looks at me with playfully exaggerated sadness. "It's so hot and, fuck, Daddy... I can smell itttt..." Her thighs start to grind together and I give her round cheek a tight, confident smack.
"Go get cleaned up. I promise we'll have more proper fun tomorrow, alright Princess?"
Sam rolls hereyes and sighs for as long as she can. "Ugh. Fine... This fucking sucks, Boss."
I grab Sam by her hair and pull her roughly back to face me. With a wicked smile, I lean in close saying, "Poor you? Poor me, I could be cumming inside you for hours on end right now but instead I have to be responsible and be patient. And if Daddy has to wait, so does Princess. Got it?"
Sam's mouth hangs open wide from submissive bliss, and she starts to meekly nod her head up and down.
"Good. Go clean up. Now."
"Yes, Daddy!" No hesitation, no nonsense, Sam just gets up and does my bidding. I think I'm getting good at this, heh.
Sam doesn't take long to clean herself up and she shows up once more wearing nothing but one of my shirts that's way too big for her. If I were responsible, I would mention that we need to pick her up some clothes of her own sometime, but... she looks too cute like this, so I don't mind if we hold off on getting her pajamas of her own.
After a long and confusing day of work, emotional strolls through Dewhurst and of being unable to fully sate our lusts, Sam and I cuddle together like a normal couple for the first time in our relationship. No sex, just sleep. I can feel both our hearts beating fast as I pull her into my muscled chest like a proper big spoon should. Drifting deeper and deeper into my sleep, I'm only able to think of one thing... Her golden hair smells amazing, and I want it shoved in my face at all times.