Gabrielle was having a difficult time focusing on her magic training. She'd decided to spend the down time she had in the Amazon town improving her magical skills, wanting to have more uses for the party while they were high stress situations and to improve her current skills. She'd gone to the town's local instructor, who turned out to be the Hakutaku that had been watching over Alysha while the party was out dealing with the insect mamono.

When they returned, the Alice perked up and ran over to Carver, hugging him happily. The heavy knight lifted her up and asked how she'd been. "It was fun. The goat lady is really nice." Alysha said, indicating the Hakutaku. She was closer to a satyr than goat really, horns pointing out to the side. From the waist down she had white furred, hooved legs and a fluffy tail. From the waist up she was entirely human like, an dressed rather formally, similar to a school teacher; though that did nothing to hide the size of her chest, nor the way it seemed to bounce with every step.

Gabrielle tried to focus on her spell work as the Hakutaku instructed her, but her mind couldn't keep focused on the ways her magic was supposed to flow through her and take form when it kept picturing the Hakutaku's clothes sliding off of her body, falling to the floor as she moved onto her knees, grinning up at Gabrielle as she pushed her robe aside...

"Gabrielle dear, you've started drooling." The Hakutaku pointed out, the white mage quickly snapping back to reality and wiping her face, blushing as she adjusted her robe to hide the stiffness that had started to form, hoping it wasn't as obvious as it felt like it had been. The Hakutaku let out a small chuckle at this, walking over to Gabrielle, "It seems your mind is just somewhere else."

"Yeah.. you could say that." She said. "I suppose we'll have to take care of that." The Hakutaku said with a smile, Gabrielle's blush deepening, "I-I'm sorry?" She asked. The mamono smirked, "Oh please, this town is full of Amazons, and I typically spend my days instructing a class of horny teenager Amazonians so they can become warriors. You aren't the first I've instructed who's required a little release before they can focus, and I'd be shocked if you were the last. Once you get it out of your system, you'll be able to think much more clearly."

Gabrielle could think of no arguments against this. Then again, she wasn't really trying very hard to think of any. She nodded in agreement immediately, removing her robe quickly. The Hakutaku's eyes widened slightly at the sight of Gabrielle's stiffened cock, "Well, that certainly explains what's been keeping you so distracted. Looks almost painful." She said, reaching down and gripping Gabrielle's shaft gently, beginning to stroke her.

Gabrielle moaned as she felt the beautiful Hakutaku's hand glide along her length. It was so soft, and clearly skilled, she was leaking precum within moments. She smiled, picking up the pace to bring Gabrielle over the edge as quickly as possible so they could continue their lesson. Gabrielle moaned as she was brought over the edge, covering the monster girl's hand.

Gabrielle panted, but her stiffness hadn't gone down like the Hakutaku had been expecting. It looked just as hard as when they'd started, if not harder now from watching the Hakutaku lick the cum from her hand. "Oh my, the Amazons I normally teach are usually satisfied after the first round," She said, thinking for a moment before beginning to remove her shirt, "I suppose drastic measures will be needed here." She said, removing it as well as her bra, freeing the large breasts that had trapped Gabrielle's mind and taking the white mage's cock between them, beginning to stroke her aggressively.

As Gabrielle moaned in delight at the feeling, she promised herself that this would be as far as she took it, that after the mamono got her off with her wonderful tits she'd say she was satisfied, or at the very least just use her mouth next. She promised herself she wouldn't end up fucking the Hakutaku, wouldn't end up forgetting/outright refusing to pull out and stuffing her full. Basically, Gabrielle was promising herself she wouldn't knock the nice monster girl up. But even before she finished making the promise, she knew she was lying. She was starting to wonder if she had an actual problem.


Carver was out for a walk. He'd already given Alysha her 'hug' for the day, and still had a little energy left, so went around outside the town walls for a walk while Alysha slept back at the town's inn. He wasn't actually expecting to find anything, but was proven thoroughly wrong when he found a monster girl attempting to claw her way through the wooden wall guarding the town, the Amazons tasked to guard the area either unconscious or dead on the ground.

She was human looking save for the dark fur on her hands and feet going from her elbows and knees down to the claws that grew from the end of her hands and feet. She had a canine tail and ears to match, not to mention her fangs the eyes of a hunter. She was a Werewolf. Unlike the folklore often told to children, Werewolves did not go back and forth between human and wolf forms. Rather, they had a single form caught between the two.

They were actually quite intelligent and tended to work in packs, even able to form agreements with the population of their territory so they could hunt, fuck, and feed without disturbing the local people or being hunted down themselves. This one however was clearly a loner, one of the Werewolves too savage and uncontrollable to be a part of a pack, having forfeited her intelligence for feral strength.

Carver drew his sword, and wished he'd brought his shield. The Werewolf spotted him and growled as she turned and ran at him. Whether she wanted him for food or sex, he wasn't likely to survive if she was allowed to have it. Unfortunately she was much faster than the heavy knight, and hitting her with his blade without getting bitten and cut wasn't as easy as he'd hoped.

Her claws found the sections of his body unguarded by armor, cutting into them and drawing blood to weaken him. He managed to wound her, cutting her arm badly with his sword before she took a bite out of his side. But she still had her legs, and so long as she did she'd have the advantage. That is, the advantage against Carver. Against the Jinko, she was practically already defeated.

She'd been so focused on Carver, she hadn't noticed the tiger mamono approaching from behind under she'd been grabbed, claws sinking into her body to damage her. The two wrestled back and forth, but the Werewolf was smaller and weaker, and could only hope to escape the Jinko's grip. By the time she had though, Carver had closed the distance, and sank his sword into her to finish her off.

The Werewolf dropped, Carver nearly joining her do to the damage to his side. The Jinko helped him back into town so he could be healed. "Thanks for the help." Carver said, "I wouldn't have expected it after what happened before." The Jinko simply shrugged, "I was doing my job, you were doing yours. I've got no grudge against you for that. If I'm being honest.."

The Jinko hesitated, drawing a curious look from Carver. Knowing she wouldn't be able to not finish what she'd started to say now, she said, "I somewhat admire you. My kind values strength and combat prowess." This was in fact true. The Jinko neglected to mention that defeated one of her kind in battle and not killing them was roughly equivalent to a human marriage proposal, or at least a declaration of ownership over them. She didn't mention if for fear of overwhelming him suddenly with the information, which she'd have brought sooner had she not been busy healing and he busy with fighting.

But he would find out before the day was out, this the Jinko swore.