NTR Quest - Kara - 4.B-8.B (Patreon)

This is a 'Larger' update mostly because a lot of these are simply reposted chapters with minor context updates. The new written content scattered throughout amounts to the whole 'chapter.' For the moment I am not doing polling, as we are mostly on a straight path towards a branch that changes the story going forward and an end.

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You slap away Sam's hand. “No! No to all of that. I'm not going to accept a gross trade and I'm not going to accept you marrying my mom or... Anything else.” You add uncomfortably. You just met the man and already he has been fucking your mother and received a blowjob from your master.

The man is not phased by your refusal. He seems quite content, as though he already has most of what he is after. “Suit yourself. If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go see my lovely fiance.” Sam steps past you to get into the house. You can see through the door into the study. He enters. Marrien is a  reserved actor in this scenario. She is obviously uncomfortable, but resolved to hide her deeper feelings. She stands up as soon as she hears him come in and smiles.
“I heard shouting.”

“The boy and I just had a chat.” Sam comments, walking to Marrien confidently. He drapes an arm around her slender waist and pulls her into him. You cringe as he leans down and shamelessly tongues your mothers lips before pushing between them to kiss incredibly sloppy. The kisses you've seen, in general, have been pecks. Polite but loving. With this you see him imposing himself onto her, yet she is not fighting back at all. After he releases her she turns her head to hide her embarrassment and wipes her mouth. He turns to look at you tauntingly through the cracked door. You turn to leave rather quickly. You are not about to stay and watch him defile another woman, let alone your mother.

“That's enough. Kara, let's go check out the woods.” You take Kara's hand, pulling her down the rows of planted fields towards the tree-line.

“Kay.” Kara shrugs. She allows herself to be pulled along.

As you are walking you hear a voice call out to you. “Wait!” You stop and turn to see a familiar figure pulling up the hem of her dress to run after you. While out of breath she asks.
“You weren't going to leave without seeing me, were you?”

You shake your head. “No. Sorry, I just couldn't stick around and watch that any longer.” You motion towards the house. You give your sister a worried look.
“You aren't actually staying there, are you?”

She shakes her head, her auburn locks waving back and forth. Your sister is about the same age as you, give or take a few months. You are not twins, but the similarities between you two mean you may as well be.

“I'm staying in the village with a friend. Mom suggested it. I still come back to tend to the garden, though. When I do that bastard is always either staring at me or pawing at mom like he owns her.” She furrows her brow tightly. She leans forward and asks.
“We need to do something about this, right?”

“I agree, but I can't do anything yet. I need to get stronger. Get more influence.”

“You need to go into politics or business, then. Not adventuring.” Fiona says critically.
“Are you really so intent on following in dad's footsteps, even while this is happening to our town? To our mother?”

“I'd be doing something else if this wasn't my best opportunity. I have a special trait that should let me get stronger faster. I'm going to become a hero. Heroes have influence, right?”

Fiona looks at you skeptically. “I mean-” She then stops and notices the third wheel standing off to the side. Her fox ears are twitching as each of you speak.
“Who's this?”

“This is Kara.” You realize you are still holding Kara's hand and quickly let go. She did not seem to mind, however.
“She is going to teach me magic.” Kara doesn't speak, but instead gives a little wave.

Fiona reluctantly lifts her skepticism just a bit, observing the fox woman curiously. “She's... Just going to be teaching you magic? Is there anything else going on?”

“There's nothing else, really.” You claim, unable to keep yourself from sounding awkward as you remember the encounter you had on the way here. Your mind then jumps to what happened minutes ago. There is in actuality a LOT going on, but none of it bares explaining.

Kara chooses this moment as a good time to speak and casually utters. “I've just used my mouth so far.”

“Uh..” After hearing her say that your mouth drops open and your face flushes to a bright red color.

Fiona is noticeably shocked. “O-okay? Thank you for being honest?” She lifts a hand to her chin in thought. The girl is eager to change the subject.
“A hero... Maybe that's enough. Just make sure you don't disappear like dad did.”

“I wont. I promise. Wherever I end up going I'll be back.” You becomes somewhat stern, adding.
“He'll be back, too! Just wait.”

Fiona rolls her eyes shallowly. “Sure.” She looks to the treeline in which you are headed.
“Where are you both going?”

“We can't train in the town because the flow of magic is off, Right?” You look to Kara.

She closes her eyes, tilts her head up and inhales deeply through her nose. After a few moments she opens her eyes and nods. “Yep. Not impossible, but not great.” She then glances towards the house and smiles absentmindedly.

“If you're going into the woods you should gather some remedies I have stored in the house. I don't like going there, but if you're both with me I feel comfortable.” Fiona offers.

“Yeah, alright. Could be helpful, thank you.” You smile and begin leading her and Kara back to the house.
“I hate that we have to be hesitant about visiting our own home! It's ridiculous.”

“Agreed.” Fiona nods.



You all enter into your home, expecting to see Sam and Marrien on the ground floor in either the kitchen or the sitting room. Looking around, your mother is not in her office, either.
“Are they upstairs?” You question.

“Yes, they're in my room, next to mom's.” Fiona comments.

“Not that, Mother and that man.”

Fiona realizes what you're saying and gulps. “We should just get what we need and go.”

“Why?” You ask, ascending the stairs. Kara follows directly behind you and Fiona trails slightly. As you get closer to the top of the stairs it opens up into a wide, straight hallway. There are a few rooms on the top floor, but your sister's is at the end, bordering your parents room. Though, you know your mother spends most nights in her office, so it is odd that she is not there now. The door is slightly open and you hear sounds coming from the room. You look back to see that Kara can hear them, too, and is interested. Fiona is looking off to the side awkwardly.
“I don't know where the stuff is in your room.” You state.

Walking down the hall, you are all huddled together. Though it is not your choice, you simply find that the two women are sticking close to you for some reason. As you get closer to the door, close enough to see inside and hear clearly you begin to understand what is happening. As you stare in you see a clear view of your mother's naked body facing the door. Sam is behind her, lifting one of her long legs up from the bend in her knee to keep them spread. Before you can look away you see a few things. You see his huge cock splitting your mother open, practically. You catch them while it is buried inside so you only see the thickness at first, but as it draws out you feel more and more insignificant as inches are added to the length, with even more yet unseen since the man does not pull all the way out before slamming back into her pussy. You no longer have to imagine what it could do to a woman.
“O-ooh gods!” You hear your mother moan. It is not pain. Definitely not. She is not aware of your presence but Sam quickly looks up and stares at you while he is fucking your mother.

He smirks and speaks clearly. “Your tune changes quite a bit when you're in bed, doesn't it?” She moans, but does not answer. This prompts him to reach around and aggressively grope one of her large tits. He kneads into it and pinches her perky nipples.
“Doesn't it!”

Her body tenses. “Y-yes!”

“You know how this works, Marrien. If you aren't vocal I'm gonna stop.” The man provides an ultimatum. It confuses you, because presumably stopping is exactly what she should want. So you wonder why in the world she would answer him. To your surprise, she answers without hesitation.

“I love your dick! Keep fucking me, please!” her voice does not just sound pleasured, it sounds desperate.

“Keep talking!” Sam groans

“I love you! I love you! I love you!” She utters over and over again as Sam pounds into her.
“I need your dick! I need this, it's been so long!”

You gulp and take a step back, bumping into Kara. You turn to see her entranced by the scene. She whispers. “He is very... Dominant.” You also see Fiona watching, covering her mouth and looking quite bothered. Her face is red and she looks like she is having trouble standing. You quickly usher her into her room and quietly close the door as the sounds of moans hit a crescendo inside.
“His is a lot bigger than yours.” Kara whispers to you frankly.
“Is that normal?”

“Mine is normal.” You snap back at her quietly.

She looks down. “Oh.”

After a few moments Fiora leaves her room with a pack. You grab her and Kara by the wrist and drag them downstairs.
“I-I picked all this stuff from the garden and turned it into salves and potions a while back.” She comments, obviously still shaken by why you all saw and heard. As you all leave the house Kara closes her eyes and sniffs the air again, following her nose to the patch of flowers and herbs.

“What is it?” You ask, watching the Beastwoman walk right into the middle of the colorful field.

She raises her arms. “This plot is thick in mana. We could potentially stay closer to town, in that case, if you're worried about your family.”

Fiona lifts her head. “So... You wouldn't have to leave?”


You look down at the significant plot of flowers. “This area has been tenderly cared for since as far back as I can remember. Maybe it isn't actually impossible for humans to maintain the flow of mana in the land?”

Kara scratches her chin lightly as she looks up in thought. “I don't think most humans would be able to keep a space like this.”

You look down at the various flowers and herbs. You always thought they just looked haphazardly planted. To a keen eye the plot is inefficient for commerce, but your father insisted that there was an order to it. You are grateful that you can now kind of grasp what he was getting at.
“I don't think most would, either.” You look up at the window facing the large garden. It is the one belonging to your parents room. Thinking about leaving your mother, sister and the whole town with Sam boils your blood.
“Let's stick around. We'll stay in town and come out here to train.”

“Suit yourself.” Kara's ears twitch and whatever sound caused this diverts her attention up to the window. She stares.

“What is it?”

“I doubt you wanna know.” You understand the implications. She heard something from down on the ground and she is looking up at that window. Your face flushes red.
“Dammit...”

She returns her attention to you. “He seems nice... But I could kill him if it bothers you that much.”

“Things have consequences in human society. Not to mention, he's apparently pretty powerful. More power, more consequences.”

Kara scoffs. “Powerful... This is where humans went wrong. It's what I've been talking about. How could you live in a world where you let humans that weak get that much 'power?'”

“We value different things. Besides, aren't I weak?”

“Heroes aren't weak. Those types of humans have always been respected by my tribe.” She steps forward and pokes your arms. Your body is lithe at the moment, but fairly toned from training and helping to manage the farm.
“You're going to get really strong and big, I think.” The beastwoman smiles as she looks at you with her wide, golden eyes, almost salivating.
“Big and strong.”

“O-okay? So what you're saying is we start training soon?”

You leave the property and find Chesharidge's Inn. It is a large two-story building off of the main exit road. You know the owner as well as you do anyone else in this town. You walk up to the bar in the main hall. As it is the middle of the day, the tables are mostly empty. The owner stops what she was doing to greet you. She notices Kara and winks.
“Room for the night?”

“F-for many nights. Two rooms, please.”

Galia sighs. She is a middle aged woman that had been running the inn for most of her life. Before she ran it, she worked under her father as a barmaid and always was quite object of affection, according to your father. The woman she is now is not much different. Age has treated her well. Her most obvious feature, her sizable breasts, are shamelessly displayed in the low-cut dress she is wearing. The woman learned long ago that men spend more when they have something they want to stay and look at. As such, she carried through the tradition of hiring beautiful girls to work the floor. Those workers, you see, are sitting around the hall taking their break. There are two other girls that you are not as familiar with. You only know them as Fiona's friends.
“Sorry, we only have one room available. Single bed.”

“Seriously? That-”

“That's fine.” Kara shrugs.

Galia, the Innkeeper, smirks. “There, see? You'll thank me later.” She gives you a knowing look and crouches down behind the bar, rifling through some cabinets. She lifts back up and tosses you a key.

“Aren't you going to ask me why I'm not staying at my house?” You ask curiously.

“Why? I know why.” Galia sighs. “That Sam guy's there, right?”

You lean in. “You know about him?”

“Whole town knows about him. I think he's angling to get a bit of influence here, but that's just talk. What I know for sure is that he still comes in once a week or so to ogle some of my girls and have a few drinks.”

“That must be unpleasant.” You comment.

Galia laughs. “I mean... He tips well and he pays for everything he takes. Can't complain too much.” She glances between you and Kara.
“Unless you two wanna buy something to loosen up, I've got to get back to it.”

“Right, right. Let's go...” You lead Kara up the stairs towards the room number that is on the key. The Inn is fairly prestigious in the region and it is believable that all but one of the nice rooms in the building are taken, but you have a feeling that Galia was lying in order to 'do you a favor.' You pull Kara into the room you find and close the door behind you. As you are looking around for an additional place to sleep once night roles around, Kara walks up to the bed and plops down. You spy a small love seat that you could probably make your home.
“So, I might take that seat to sleep on.”

“Hey.” Kara calls out from the bed.

You are still planning. “Alternately, I could just 'camp' in doors on the floor. Never minded the sleeping bag or the ground.”

“Hey!” Kara raises her voice to grab your attention. You look over to see that she is sitting with her long legs spread. It is hard not to see most of her in the skimpy travelers attire she is wearing. You wonder who advised her to put that on, as you can't imagine it is tribal.

“What?” You gulp, watching her lean back onto her hands.

“You don't have to be so unfamiliar. We can sleep in the same bed.” She offers casually, as if it is no big deal. Your face goes red. She notices and makes an annoyed sound. 'Psh.'
“You're so weird about sex. We can just fuck for fun and not have it mean anything. I've already sucked you off.”

There is very little you can say. Not correcting her behavior on the road put you in a tricky position where it is very difficult to take the moral high ground. You have already dipped your hand in the pot so how can you justify not digging deeper? “I think this is a cultural divide where you're just going to have to accept that I'm right on this one.”

“Really?” She lifts one of her crimson-red brows and stares at you.

“Humans don't seem well. All this avoidance of it seems like it just makes you obsessed. Like... Why do you care at all that the man is mating with your mother? Her old mate left.” She comments, adding thoughtfully.
“I know why I would not want to mate with him. His lineage seems weak, but for humans that 'value things different', isn't he actually pretty perfect for your family?”

“That's ridiculous.” You barely humor the thought. You are unable to.

“I'm serious. You humans like the invisible. All the monies and the organizations and the influence. You join families to make all those things bigger and better for yourselves, so what's different here?”

“God dammit, Kara...” You groan, planting your face in your hands. Deep down you know she is at least partially right.
“The problem is that he is... Using his influence and power to coerce my mom into doing all this.”

“Part of her likes it.” She says bluntly.

“W-what did you just say?” You feel anger and frustration flare up after hearing that. It is not something you wanted to hear or know about. Especially from a woman that sucked the man off just a while ago. Even though that part was partially your fault. She continues.

“That Sam guy is a great lover. He's got a great dick, too. I could feel it. Your mother loves that side of him.” She offers a light shrug.
“It's hard to ignore, too. If my longtime mate left, I'd probably wanna find someone else. Is your mother getting a pretty bad deal? In human terms, I mean.”

“She... Seems to think it is a fine deal for us. But she has to endure that pig.”

Kara mulls over that thought. “So the part she's gotta 'endure' isn't even that bad.” She comments frankly.

“F-fuck!” You punch the solid wall next to you.

“What the hell are you saying!?”

She looks at you calmly. “I'm saying that maybe this isn't a fight. Maybe it's something where you need to step back.”

You roll your eyes at her, stepping towards the bed. “Is that your opinion, oh wise master?” She nods.
“Thank you! That's such good advice! Just let the asshole abuse my mother and family and town!” You are right in front of her now. She is looking up at you unflinchingly.

“I thought there were consequences in human society. Is abuse of all these things something that doesn't?” She questions pointedly.

Your eyes widen. You are frustrated because, somehow, she struck at the point of the issue. Sam has not done anything that is outwardly wrong. His relationship with your mother is one that is largely contractual, but that is no different from any average, unhealthy relationship. Many people in the town may also have parents that are in such agreements on a smaller scale. They may be in those types of arrangements themselves. Sam is doing to your mother what you call abuse, but she will not speak out against him for it and you also can not shake the sound of her pleasured moans from your mind.

“I'm just mad.” You admit.

“Your father?” She points out.

“Yeah...” You look down and away, furrowing your brow tightly.

Kara stands up and embraces you tightly. “I think you should focus on what you have, not what you don't.”

“What do I have?” You ask bitterly. In response, Kara releases you from the hug and plops back down onto the bed, bouncing lightly. She slides back and looks at you with parted lips and eyes of intent.

It is somewhat unethical, on both your parts, but Kara is basically irresistible. Reading all of the perceived signs you crawl onto the bed. The first hurdle is passed as she lays down and sprawls out on the bed, allowing you to crawl over her. Looking down at her, she does not seem excited or put off. She is looking up at you with a neutral expression. Her cheeks are slightly flushed, but you can tell by using your skill to read people that she seems to be no stranger to sex, unlike you. That knowledge makes this somewhat awkward. She is a veteran and everything you know about manhood tells you that you should be taking the lead. You get the idea that Kara expects it, as well. With that thought you gulp, lean down and kiss her gently. As you do, you feel her her hand on the back of your neck, keeping you pinned to her lips.

Everything is fine for several seconds as the kiss proceeds normally, but gradually she grows restless. Or at least, that is what it seems like to you. Kara sucks on your lip quite hard, then nips it, causing you to yelp. You lean back, feeling the spot for blood. There is none on your finger, but the area is sore.
“What was that?”

Kara remains laying on the bed. She looks up at you and rolls her eyes lightly. “The kiss was taking too long so I just did what I wanted to.”

“D-does your kind bite a lot in bed?” You think back to the time when she offered to suck you off and cringe at the thought.

“No... But we are pretty rough and impatient. Do you wanna keep going?” She asks.

“Look, I've never even seen a woman naked before. I have no clue what I'm doing. Can you bare with me a bit?”

Kara is obviously surprised. “At your age you've never seen a woman's body?” She takes that as an invitation to begin unlatching the straps around her chest.

“What are you doing? Just like that?”

“I don't have much issue showing off my body. Usually when I am with my tribe I'll wear a lot less than this.” That is amazing to you, considering that she is wearing some very revealing clothing already.
“Do you not want to see?”

“Of course I want to see.”

Kara smiles and lets all the bindings fall to the bed. She tosses them and easily lifts her tight top up over her head, causing her perky breasts to bounce free of the shirt.
“A woman's body is nothing interesting.” She says casually. That does not strike you as even remotely true, because to you, right now she is the most interesting thing in the world.
“Every man will get to experience one in some way, eventually.”

You are breathless. Her upper half is perfect. Her tanned skin is consistent over her breasts, belly, shoulders and neck. Kara's breasts are not particularly big, but they are breasts and they are right in front of you. You feel just by looking that they would fit perfectly in your hands.
“Can I touch them?” You ask boldly.

The beastwoman perks up, pleasantly surprised, either by your openness or your forwardness. “Yep.” She responds eagerly.

You lean in and grope her tits. Each one fits nicely in your hand, just like you thought. After a bit more heavy petting she leans back and you look up nervously, wondering if you went too far. Thankfully, you see that Kara is just adjusting to make herself comfortable. She still does not seem either bothered or moved by what you are doing with your hands. It make you want to try harder to at least get some reaction. Still, you feel the need to ask.
“Are you doing alright?”

She nods. “Yep. Keep going.” You dig your digits into her soft flesh, seeing her lack of any flinching urges you to roll your hands around them roughly. Out of frustration you finally center your attention on her perky pink nipples. They are standing up and look tasty for some reason. You give them a gentle squeeze at first, then a swift twist. Your face brightens as that finally elicits a reaction. One of her eyes twitches noticeably and she lets out a light exhale. The attention you give the nubs only seems to make them firmer.  The longer you look at them in that state, the more you want to taste them. Without thinking, your mouth covers one and you begin sucking. Finally you hear an audible reaction from her. A light moan. Continuing to act off that cue you do what you wanted to from the beginning, tasting her nipple. Your tongue circles the firm little mound quickly. They do not taste like anything in particular, but something in your mind still sends the signal that they are delicious. Pulling your mouth from her areola with a pop, you look up to see that she is blushing a bit more. When she notices you are looking she asks.
“Do you wanna do more?”

“More?” You gulp.
“What more is-”

She nimbly, without any effort whatsoever, reverses your positions. You are now the one looking at her from your back and she is leaning over your lap, staring down.
“This.” Kara reaches into your pants and pulls your cock free, stroking the hardening member until it is solid. She tilts her head and adds.
“I wanna know if humans taste differently.” The beastwoman looks down at you for approval. You offer a short nod, unable to refuse such a direct request. With that she leans down and easily sucks most of your dick between her lips in one gulp. You feel her tongue circling it, similarly to the way yours circled her nipple. She draws back from it to comment as she wipes her lips.

“W-what do you think?” You ask.

Kara looks up in thought and it does not take her long to decide. “The taste and smell aren't too strong.”

You look at her quizzically. “Isn't that a good thing?” You have always considered your hygiene fairly good for a boy living in the country. Growing up around two women instilled in you a heightened desire for cleanliness.

Kara shakes her head. “Nope. Men in my tribe have a smell and a taste and that is a good thing.” She explains matter-of-factly while stroking your member. It is awkward, because you feel like you are getting close just from that light jerking. She continues obliviously.
“A strong, distracting smell. It can be annoying and make it hard to think. The taste should be overpowering. Ideally I would be tasting a man long after I am with him.” She looks at you curiously, seeing your somewhat strained expression.
“What's wrong? Too rough?”

“I'm getting close...”

“From this?” She makes a face that you see to either be disappointment or pity. Kara shrugs and stands up on the bed. She shimmies out of her tight shorts and tosses them aside. The beauty is standing over you now, fully nude. Her bushy tail is slowly waving back and forth behind her. She drops to her knees to straddle you and reaches down to grip your member, guiding it to her tight sex. You become a little enamored with the sleek opening at first, with a small tuft of surprisingly neat crimson hair just above it. Then you realize what she is doing and become worried.

“W-wait! You don't want to get pregnant, right?”

Kara just continues without any hesitation. She explains. “There's no stream branching from this act that leads to me becoming pregnant.”

“Oh...” You gulp, watching first, then feeling as your cock for the first time enters a woman's body. It is warm and wraps comfortably around you, but does not feel tight. You throw your head back and concentrate on trying to last. Thankfully you manage to hold on to the point when she has fully accepted your length inside of her. You feel her body locked with yours. It is when she starts to lift herself that you feel the uncontrollable sensation take hold of you. Your member convulses and pumps into her sex without warning.
“S-sorry!” You groan. As ashamed as you are for only lasting this long, it feels like heaven.

“That's fine... This too should be trained over time, I guess.” She sighs and lifts off of you, placing a hand over her nethers.
“I'm gonna go clean up.” You lay back, thinking you should probably clean up as well, but quickly you feel as though it is impossible to keep your eyes open. It has been a long day and you just had sex for the very first time. You sink into the bed and fall asleep.



The next day you wake up to find Kara laying next to you, naked. You do not sense any fondness in this act, just that she probably sleeps like this normally. You get up, trying not to disturb her, then go downstairs to hear a familiar, gruff voice.

“Think about my offer, darling.” It is Sam. You stop on the steps to listen, but apparently you only caught the tail end of the conversation, as his heavy footsteps shaking the building, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing signal that he left. You descend quickly and approach Galia.

“What was that? Is he threatening you?” You ask hastily.

Galia considers the question, then shakes her head. “Not quite.”

“So what was that about?”

“Well, Sam comes here a lot. Mostly to drink and grope my girls, which is what the place is here for. So fine. Recently, though, he's been asking a lot about the business side of things. Just now he was talking about investing in the Inn. I think he's doing the same for a lot of businesses around town.”

“Investing? What does that mean?”

“The way he explained it is, he's going to give me some money to expand the Inn, and in exchange he wont even ask for the money back. Instead, he'll have some minor control and stake in things. He also offered advice on how I could do it.” She shrugs. “Seems like a pretty good deal.”

With that explanation you get the idea that Sam is not only fucking your mother, but plans to fuck the entire town, in a sense. It is fundamentally the same. He is simply using his wealth to gain influence over the people here, effectively buying their compliance.



After just a few moments of thought you quell your anger. If Sam is offering them something that they may need or that may help them, in your town who would you be to them if you tried to stop that? You find the answer pretty easily. At best you would be a bit spoiled and misguided. At worst you could seem like an outright villain to the people. Especially when outwardly Sam has only committed the crime of luring your mother into what you see to be an unfavorable agreement. Those farmers you talked to were worried, but the reason they ultimately had not acted was because it was nothing particularly strange. A woman in a relationship she does not want. A family matter. It is why they told you.

You turn, hearing the door swing open, along with the voice of your sister. “Good morning.” She greets everyone in a sing-song voice. After noticing you she smiles particularly brightly and adds.
“Morning brother.”

“Morn-” You begin to return the greeting, then notice she is with someone. Sten, one of the boys from the town that you grew up with. They look close. That does not bother you, it is just a bit of a shock. Sten smiles and waves. He is helping Fiona carry herbs and has her basket hooked under one arm.

“Morning.” Sten says politely, then walks the herbs up to the counter with Fiona.

“Morning.” Galia looks at the basket closely.
“Thank you, dear.” The innkeeper looks down, patiently waiting for Fiona to separate out the various herbs that she ordered.
“What's the plan for the rest of the day?”

Fiona looks up in thought. “Oh, I don't know.” She looks to you.
“Are you planning on doing anything?”

“I wanna see the heroes training regiment.” Sten blurts out with a smirk, stepping forward to pull you into a light headlock.

“H-hey, cut it out!” You laugh and squirm free. Sten is about the same build as you, which is to say that he is not much to look at. He is nice, however. You know that about him. As he steps back to return to your sisters side you think that there could not be a more perfect candidate for her. They definitely grew up together, as well. You are all close.
“I think it's training today. I'm learning magic.”

“Woah! For real?” Sten bounces excitedly a few times.
“Last mage to come out of Chesharidge was your-” He stops jumping after he realizes what he is about to bring up.
“Sorry guys...”

“Don't sweat about it.” Fiona sighs, throwing a punch into Sten's shoulder.
“Idiot.”

“It's not a mage, it's a shaman. Also, he's not learning anything until he can learn to connect with nature.” The stairs creak as Kara descends. She is combing her fingers through her messy crimson mane to untangle it as she speaks. You look over to see Sten's jaw drop.

“B-beastwoman!” He utters uncontrollably before Fiona jabs him in the side with her elbow and clenches his hand tightly.

“Yeah?” Her ears perk.

“Good morning, miss.” Fiona smiles sweetly.
“I don't have any other reason to go out there now that my work is done, but maybe I'll come out to watch you 'get in touch with nature.'” She smiles and quickly turns to pull Sten out of the inn. You hear him complaining all the way to the door and even a little after.

“Ow, ow! Why are you being so rough? I just...” His voice trails off.

Kara stretches, her ears still twitching a little. “Oooh. I look unique, I guess?”

“Don't sell yourself short, honey.” Galia chuckles.
“You're a lot more than unique.” Kara simply nods with complete confidence.
“Anyway.” Galia leans over the counter and grins impishly.
“How was your night, you two? Beds comfy enough? Need those sheets washed?” She winks several times at you.

Flustered, you quickly answer. “Nothing happened. They need to be washed, but it's not because anything weird happened...”

“Yeah.” Kara agrees. Just as you think that she has finally gained a bit of tact, you hear her add.
“He's a bit fast, but he'll get better. He's a promising talent.”

You face goes bright red. Galia laughs and leans over the counter to punch your shoulder lightly. “Hey, no need to be embarrassed you made it. You're a man! I knew you could do it.”

“Humans gain manhood through that? It's nothing special...” Kara comments with a shrug.

Galia leans back and raises her brow. “Just uh, maybe find a nicer girl to settle down with now that you've...” She pauses, thinks of how best to say it through innuendo, then makes a popping motion with one of her hands. You do not get it.

“Okay! Thanks!” You grab Kara by her wrist and pull her out. You are still extremely flushed and will probably need a little bit to calm down.

“What's wrong?” She asks you once you are back in town, on your way to the field of flowers and herbs.

“I'm still a kid to most of them. I can feel it in the way they talk to me. I was supposed to return way later than this.”

“But she said you were finally a man.”

“She was joking. Also, I don't know if you noticed, but she was insulting you by saying your were a...”

“A?” Kara lifted a brow curiously, unsure where you are going with that statement.

“I'm pretty sure she likened you to a hooker. A whore.”

“Oh.” You wait for it to sink in with her, but it does not seem to. “You think that would make me mad?”

“Sorry. I sometimes forget you are infallible.” You groan.

“Is that another insult? I'm not inflallable or whatever.”

You stop and look at her. “I can see that. You have your blind spots. But what I'm saying is that nothing really seems to affect you.”

“Oh. There's stuff that makes me mad, obviously.”

“Like what?”

“Seeing animals on leashes or with collars kinda makes me mad, but I get that humans are different and accept it. Beastfolk in collars makes me mad, and I have a harder time accepting that, but I know how to control myself.” She looks down, rubbing her chin.

“Being called an animal isn't an insult to me, but the way I know humans mean it makes it one.”

You offer a knowing smile. “Because you think using 'animal' as an insult is demeaning to them.”

Kara grins and tussles your hair. “I've known animals that are way smarter and nicer than humans.”





You are sitting in the field cross-legged, waist deep in flowers. “We have to be in the field? Fiona will kill me if I crush some of her herbs.”

“I'll kill you, too. Focus.” As she says that, it catches your eye that Sam is watching from the window with a smile. He waves. You choose to ignore him.

“Focus...” You close your eyes.

“Breathing. Just like we practiced.” Kara explains. You begin breathing just like she told you. Slowly in through the mouth, then out of your nose.
“Good.” She coos. After a few minutes of just that she adds.
“Now place your palms to the ground and imagine breathing with them.”

“Breathing with them?” Your eyes are closed but you make a confused face that she must have seen, because you feel a hard flick to your forehead.
“Ow!”

“Not air, obviously! But it's the same feeling. Breathing through your hands, but without the exhaling. Just keep it in, whatever comes.”

You take the poor instruction and attempt to place your palms to the ground so you can breath through them.
“I don't feel anything.” You say at first, then you feel her hands on top of yours. Her breath is on your neck, so you know she must be close, but you choose not to open your eyes and interrupt the lesson.
“What are you-”

“I forget humans don't usually do this, but I can help you feel what it's like so you can do it yourself.” As she explains that you feel a sensation that is very much like breathing. Something through your palms and up into your arms to spread through your body. The feeling really is like the relief of taking in a deep breath, only it is not in your lungs it is in your muscles, your head and even your stomach to an extent.
“Well, anyway, it's like that.” She releases your hands and as she does, all of what you are feeling begins to just sort of dissipate.
“Focus on trying to feel that for yourself. That's what we're doing exclusively until you get it. Oh, open your eyes now.”

“Sure.” You open your eyes to see that the plants around you are now well above your head.
“How did-”

“It's magic. You pull it from the ground and when you release it, it returns to the ground and finds a home. This is what human and elf magic can't do. Sustain itself and the land.”

“There's got to be a drawback.”

“There is.” She looks at you seriously.
“Humans and elves are too stupid to get why it's better. That's the drawback.”
“I guess, if you ask them they'll say it lacks raw power.”

“Okay... So the drawback is raw power.” You point out, mostly for yourself.

“On a brighter note. You're making some interesting choices. You should worry less about what others are doing around you and more about your training, or you're destined for... You know.” Kara explains that in a way that is both complimentary and depressing, as it reminds you that you are, according to her, destined to be unhappy. It was quite the thing to say to someone. No sugar-coating. You almost forgot that prophecy. You are at least able to muse that you are on the right track so far.
“What do you wanna do?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, do you wanna throw yourself into training completely or take some time out to be with your family and friends each day?” The way she asks does not make you think that it is a trick question. She seems serious.

“What's the right answer? The result of each choice? You know that, right?”

“Not perfectly, but I got an idea.” She answers honestly, but does not seem intent on telling you.

“Could you let me know?”

“The question is to your character. Knowing the answer cancels out anything you could gain from making either choice.”

You sigh deeply. “You're saying that the earnest answer I have to that question is what affects my future?”

Kara smiles, looking a bit impressed. “Knowing and making decisions while knowing makes you a completely different person. Different results.”

“If knowing changes me, why did you tell me I'm going to be unhappy?”

Kara's brow furrows. “Because... That was also a question to your character.” She looks up at you sadly.
“Being able to continue on the same stream after knowing the possible results was something important. I wanted to give you the choice to try and salvage happiness, away from this life.”

“But it wasn't a choice for me...”

Kara smiles. “I know. Isn't that interesting? Like I said. A question to your character.” It makes you feel bad. Your character is certain something you have been questioning.

Kara is a bit surprised by your answer. She clicks her tongue. “Interesting. You're pretty serious about this whole, becoming stronger and saving the world thing, huh?”

“I guess.” You shrug, not sure how to respond other than that.

She smiles widely, leans down and tussles your hair. “Makes me think I made a good choice coming to find you.” Her ears twitch briefly and she looks up at the window overlooking the field.

“What?”

She considers something briefly, then shakes her head. “It's nothing. Let's get back to training, hero.”

“Right.” You get right back into concentrating on 'breathing.'

After the training Sam is waiting for you both. “Heya.” he waves. He has a noticeable hard-on.
“My fiance usually takes care of these, as is her 'duty.'” he winks at you.
“But I saved this one for you.” He motions towards Kara. You open your mouth to protest, but before you can say anything she is already walking towards him, as though your lovemaking session never happened. Or perhaps she simply does not care.

“Here, I'll take care of that, then.” Kara drops down and begins unashamedly sucking on his massive cock right in front of you. Just as you think you'll have to come clean you get an idea. You rush past them and move into the house to find Marrien. Sam just ignores you. He is too engrossed in the blowjob to care what you are doing.

You find your mother in her office working. “Mother! Sam is doing something indecent outside with Kara.”

“What!?” She stands and rushes out with you. You do not think much of it as you are following her out, but it is clear as the wind blows her skimpy dress that she is wearing just that and no underwear. She gets outside to confront them both. Kara is too busy obsessing over Sam's cock to care, but Sam turns his head to regard you both.

“What is going on, Sammead!?” You feel satisfied by the tone she takes and think that something is going to happen, but just as she gets close he snaps his fingers and she drops to her knees in front of him.

“Tone.” He says sternly.

“Sorry dear...” She relents, staring at his cock pushing deep between Kara's lips. The beastwoman is idly aware and curious of what is going on, but not enough to stop.

Sam sighs and looks at you. “You didn't have to find out like this... Sweety, explain to your boy how this works.”

“I- I don't want to.” She utters hesitantly.

“Mother?” You question, your heart beating quickly.

“Or no sex for a few days.” Sam warns.

She gulps. “Sorry honey. I can no longer live without Sam's amazing cock. The moment he fucked me for the first time I fell in love.” As she explains, Sam draws his cock from Kara's mouth and pulls her back. He seems to be asking with a look if she wants to go further. Kara nods.
“He's... The one man I couldn't negotiate with. The more he fucked me the worse it got. Now I can't even argue. It's strange.”

“I train women.” He said frankly, turning Kara around.
“It's a skill.” The moment he said that it clicked. You gulped. It was too late to say anything before he had already pushed his length into Kara. He was holding her back against him by her wrists and just fucking her bent over. Unlike with you, with Sam she was pleased, drooling, moaning. Completely out of it.

“O-oh fuck! It's so good!”

In the foreground your mother pleads. “Listen... Even though I was trained by Sam I'm still the same woman. I'm just... Addicted to him. It's a strange feeling.”
“The biggest thing is...” She begins salivating.
“He can just keep going and going... It feels so good.” She looks back at Kara jealously.

“C-cumming!” Kara groans.

“Let's get another one, girl.” Sam groans confidently, roughly pulling her back. You can hear his fat body slapping against Kara's lean, tight skin.

“M-more!?” As she says that you see her tense from what is likely another orgasm. Her tongue falls out and she begins mewling mindlessly.
“O-oooh...”

“One more usually does it.” Sam comments, letting her fall to the ground. He does not fully let Kara go. With her ass still raised he bends over her and begins fucking her into the dirt with a bestial pace. The fat man is sweating profusely.

“N-no...” You utter weakly. Despite your protestations you are definitely hard from the sight.

Sam groans, dragging it out. “Aaaand-” He lets Kara cum one more time before he also stops pumping. He is seemingly unloading inside of her. You can see his balls twitching. It is a disgusting, yet oddly interesting sight, because you can also see Kara's pussy filled, overflowing with white liquid.
“One more cock addict!” Whaddaya say?” He gives Kara's ass a slap.

She waits a minute to bask in it, then rolls her shoulder and casually gets up. “It's really good. We should do this more often.”

“Eh?” Sam utters in confusion.

She does not look strained or out of it. She looks as if nothing happened. As if she had just gone out for a light job, and not been brutally fucked into cumming three times.
“It was good? What do you want me to say? We should definitely go again. You're good at it.” Kara shrugged and walked past a stunned Marrien towards you.

“Y-y-you're not addicted?” You ask.

“What? No... I don't think so?” She looks up in thought.
“We'll see.”

You don't know whether to laugh or cry.



After that day you settle into a routine of waking up, eating a relatively hearty breakfast, then going to the field with Kara to train your ability to feel and use magic. Sam is often out there to receive a blowjob. Sometimes he drags her into the house to fuck. Kara convinces you that she is not an addict, however. You also have no idea what goes on behind closed doors after your training. After a long day of that you both retire back to the inn and most often just crash out right away. You do bed her a few additional times, but the thought of what Sam is doing with her is heavy in your mind. Sometimes Kara stays up later than you, other times she pesters you for some attention, but you are not often together after training, due to the things she does with Sam while you are apart.

After a month you have already gained several points on your status screen. You know from your training and from simply growing up learning about heroes and knights and mages that a status screen contains numbers and words that are an approximate translation of your skill, strength, intelligence, mana and various other things. These numbers are used in various circumstances to grade a person's ability, or to measure training progress. With that in mind, when Kara observes your progress through the status screen she is not disappointed.
“Promising Talent doesn't mess around. It takes people of my tribe at least a year to master this part. I think you're actually ready to start the fun stuff.”

“Really?” You become excited at the thought of learning how to do something other than breath mana into your body. It has become so commonplace that it is boring to you at that point, but you guess that that is a good thing.

“Yeah. Your cap is up. You can start learning how to actually use that mana without keeling over and dying.”

You cringe at that. Trying to perform tasks that use mana without an appropriate amount is universally seen as being the mundane equivalent of bending with your back and not your legs while lifting.
“How do I do that?”

“You exercise it like a muscle.” She looks up in thought.

“Start with small weights and keep going up and up.”

You look around at the vibrant field. From your training it has almost become something like an enchanted forest with vines and plants and bushes well over your head. You were worried what your sister would think, but she actually seemed quite excited and grateful for it. You have seen her most days over the month with her coming to carefully pick various herbs and flowers. You know she sometimes goes in to visit your mother, but other than that you are not sure where she goes or what she does.
“What about all this? Seems like I've been lifting weights quite a bit to do this? Is this an ability?”

“Pfft.” She covers her mouth to stifle a laugh.
“No.” Motioning around, she adds.
“This is like doing half a push-up.” She tries to measure the harshness of her words and continues more gently.
“This is kinda important. It's what most of the mundane people and kids of my tribe do to keep the forest extra healthy, but it doesn't take effort to pull mana from the ground into yourself and let it seep out uncontrolled.”

“Okay... So what can I do?”

“How about a scouting and hunting ability?” She offers.

“Sure.” You shrug.
“What do I do?”

“Same thing you've been doing. Start breathing mana into yourself.” You concentrate on doing just that. “Good, you're basically a natural at that.” She compliments, lifting your spirits.
“Now, instead of releasing, you're gonna try to push it back out with an idea in your head of what you wanna find. In this case, just focus on life.”

“Finding life?” You comment.

“I'm surrounded by life...”

“No offense to plants, but life is defined by two things. Concentrations of natural mana, which everyone has way more of, and a soul. Which I hope most humans have.” You open your eyes to see her staring down at you with mock suspicion.

“We do...” You say flatly to answer her fake concern.

“Good.” Kara smiles.
“So, try to push the mana outward while keeping a hold of it. Like rolling a ball of string away from you. Trust me, it'll move through plants and other things without being absorbed if you're controlling it. That much is too easy for me to even explain further.”

“Got it.” You concentrate and try to release your mana while keeping a hold of it like she said. Then, after a few feet you lose it and you notice when you open your eyes that the plants around you have grown a few more inches.
“Dammit.”

“Relax. Once you get it, it'll be just like breathing.” She winks.

“What's the end result of this going to be, again?”

“You'll be able to track something even if you can't see it from as much as a mile away, depending on how far you extend your reach. “

“Wow, okay.” To you, that sounds fairly impressive. The town has quite a few trackers and what she explained far exceeds their limits. Though, you know that that is what magic does, in general. It breaks many necessary activities, which is why the class is so sought after.

“After you master finding something, we can work on letting you see things through their eyes and read their thoughts.”

You blink. She says that so matter-of-factly, as though it is a simple thing to do. “You're able to do that? Is that... Easy?”

“Once you inject your mana into something in order to track it, doing other things to that person is just about leaning the different moves.”

“The different moves?”

“It's like learning how to swing a sword. Once you're strong enough to pick it up, you can start learning to swing it vertical or diagonal. Magic's like that. Though, I guess mages complicate it a lot.”

“I interpreted you magic as being more support oriented and passive... But with what you're telling me, isn't there a lot of offensive implications to this?”

Rather than respond directly, Kara gives you a knowing smile and walks around you in a circle. “Think about who you wanna spy on once you got all this down, because that's the real fun part.”

“Who I want to spy on?” Your mind races. There is obviously one candidate that sticks out. You have talked with Sam a few more times over the past month as he has been leaving to travel, or move around town. Each time, your skill of reading people has not been able to detect any particularly evil intent. You have no idea what goes on behind closed doors, however. Whenever you ask Kara you realize that she is not a reliable narrator, as everything is very normal to her. She insists that other than having a dominant streak he is basically harmless.

“Yeah, think about it. You can basically see things the way someone else sees them and know how or what they think. It can give you a lot of empathy for something, or maybe even an advantage if you wanna think of it like that.”

“An advantage...” You ponder the implications of using it on someone, moral and otherwise. You look up.
“Wait, have you used this on me?”

“No.” Kara says flatly.

Furrowing your brow, you add. “Have you used it on anyone in town?”

Kara looks up awkwardly. “Well...”

“Well?”

“You can use it to have a lot of fun... That's all I'll say. I sometimes use it to experience way more sex in a night than I would otherwise be able to reasonably.”

“What?” That shocks you, but is also not very surprising.

“Sex as another person is different. It's a unique lack of control that you can't get when you're as strong as I am.” She says wistfully. She moves back on topic.
“Look, are you fully devoted to your training at this point? I can tell you're wrapped up in this Sam fellow, even though I've told you he isn't doing much of anything.”

“I'm not going to stop halfway after I've already given it so much time.”

“Okay, so me telling you doesn't do anything for you. Let it motivate you and be a part of your training. You'll see once you learn how, if you're still interested. Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Then trust me when I say nothing particularly bad is happening.”

You breath a sigh of relief. “Okay.”

Kara blushes. “I don't think you'll like it, but-”

“Dammit, Kara!” She flicks your forehead roughly.
“Ow!”

“No Sass. Who do you wanna see once you master this? Focus on that and let it help you're training. We're done talking about it.” She berates you sternly. All you can do is consider the question.