Re: Goblin Slayer

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Explaining underwear to a dragon was akin to trying to teach her physics. That is, problematic and time-consuming. Bathory was too strung out - like an electric car, wanting nothing more than to play right now - to sit still without making light of things that girls her age shouldn't make light of. So, with a bit of grief and a promise that we'd play afterwards, I still managed to get her into the wrong size underwear.

Mmmm, if you ask me, I can't even find the words to describe the embarrassment I had to endure. A whole epic, I've never felt this way before, but that doesn't matter anymore.

The electro-wreath, wriggling slightly from discomfort, quivered fervently, eager to finally get what was promised.

- Master! Play, you promised! Let's play, come on, Master, play-play-play! - The little one wouldn't stop, running around me like a child demanding attention.

I already had an idea how to stop her. For my convenience, I stopped the little one and sat down on one knee in front of her.

- Okay-okay, Bati...-chan,' my eye twitched slightly at the pronunciation of the oriental culture, but the girl glowed happily at my words, so, okay-we'll play a game of "beat my sister", you don't mind, do you, sis?

Arine, who had been standing with a blank expression until then, woke up from her dream world and nodded, showing that she was ready for anything. You couldn't tell from Arine's look that she was interested, but for the sake of me, my request, she agreed.

- Defeat your sister? What kind of game is this, master! - the little one asked curiously.

- The rules are simple... - I told the little one the rules of the usual sparring between two people: not to mutilate each other above the necessary and other things, small things, with a prize to the one who wins - so to speak sweetened the coin for greater efficiency. It was pure improvisation - I wasn't going to play from the start. For the benefit of small of course, not that, I feel, stop 'god' piss on the ground, Bathory will scare away the animals in the neighbourhood with his screams, which of course I do not need. And so I finally occupied the little things with useful business and sat down comfortably near the tree.

As a weapon, my girls used the branches of the tree. Not exactly practical, but remembering my youth, just what I needed for a 'fun game'. And it's safe - and I don't care if it's raining now, it's even useful in a way. I didn't dare to give Bathory a dangerous sword in her hands, she'll accidentally kill herself and then wait for the kuldown on her resurrection.

- And remember - no need to maim each other, just show your desire to win! - I gave the go-ahead, and Bathory - with a childish scream - lunged head-on at Arinée. Brazenly, recklessly and without any tactics, which is not surprising. It ended with Arinée taking advantage of it, and the small one stripped of her weapon with a light swing of her stick.

Quickly and mercilessly. The girl, on the other hand, fell on her arse and was confused.

- Eh? - Flapping her eyes stupidly, Bathory was perplexed. She certainly did not expect such a thing and her sister, tilting her head with a grin on her face, began to explain the errors of trivia.

- You're holding the stick wrong, you rushed into the fight thoughtlessly. You don't think with your head, you don't have a stance, you haven't studied your opponent... - under the surprised look of the little thing, Arine showed how to work on herself.

It's worth noting that Bathory didn't get cranky, didn't switch to squealing, but calmly - in her case, it wasn't exactly like that - listened and memorised. It was even surprising. Considering her broom up her arse, like heaven and earth; a silly child and a first grader. Amazing patience for her. In other words, a diligent student, grasping everything on the fly and that in the dark of night when normal vision can't be relied upon. That is, she sees in the dark as we do. Thus began Bathory's training in the art of stick fighting - so far - where the little one was rolled on the ground for several hours, explaining her mistakes.

It lasted until the morning, the result of which was a completely dirty Bathory with no strength and a part of her clothes that was already held on by snot and I could see a lot: the once 'too open' dress was covered with a layer of dirt, turned into a rag. It didn't hide the skin areas before, but now... Ahem, well, the dragon is now a mud element with the 16+ genre

Her sister got some too, but she was relatively clean compared to her rival.

- You did a good job,' Arinée nodded, looking at the heavy breathing girl, and then looked at me expectantly, as if to say, "where's my reward, brother?".

Finishing my mana control training, I stood up and shook myself off, kneading my stiff body.

- You girls did a good job, I'll give you both a draw,' Arine's eyelid twitched upwards, 'so you'll both be rewarded! - The sister regained her previous expression. Honestly, I didn't expect my dear little sister to feel displeased.

- Ahem, sis, your reward... - I wondered what to offer her. - Ask for whatever you want, within reason of course.

Arine's lips twitched in a satisfied smile, and her cheeks flushed slightly. The girl nodded, her eyes fixed on a dirty and tired Bathory. The petite girl tried to get up, but she lacked strength, so she only moaned pitifully. When I approached her, I noticed that she looked happy despite her fatigue, and then I gave her a hand to help her up. Her knickers, to my sorrow, were in disrepair, as were all her clothes. I must have been hasty when I decided to give her underwear, for I had no other.

Bathory looked even more amusing up close. She looked like a Papuan from Africa-so black and ridiculous-but I tried not to let it show. I didn't want to hurt her feelings with my behaviour and laughter.

- You did a good job, you definitely deserve a reward. Sweets or a request, whatever you want? - I rubbed her head with the same hand I'd used to help her up, which made the girl even sweeter and dirtier, but very, very satisfied. Ahem, like a doggy happy. Ahem, I hope she doesn't realise I'm having fun.....

OK, make a simple face, don't laugh! Don't hurt the girl, she's trying.

- Mmmm, nice to meet you, Master! - it was hard to see her blushing behind the mud. - You stroking my head... that's... please do it more often, okay? It will be my request and reward...' the girl lowered her head, feeling a strange sense of shame, immediately shook her head and looked with determination into my eyes. Willingness to go all the way and a firm confidence in choosing her prize - that's what I read in her eyes.

I nodded, to which the girl smiled happily and hugged me.

- Uwaaa, thank you-thank you, master! - Bathory almost hung onto me, hugging me with her legs and arms.

Now I was in the mud as well as Bathory, but the little girl's genuine feelings of joy more than made up for the discomfort. Besides, I had to tie her to me somehow, not only with the bond of a familiar, but also emotionally. Besides, I'm wearing a living armour, which, as I understood - although she was not happy about it, but she kept silent. On this occasion, I even experienced gloating. After all, nothing brings joy like the displeasure of the one who once frightened me with her prank.

I can still remember the day I was shackled.

That still didn't stop the armour from squeezing my balls in response to the little prank. I squeezed lovingly, as if to suggest that I wasn't the only one who could feel other people's emotions. What a little arsehole! Well, I'll remember that!

- All right, all right, I get it, Bathory. I'm glad, too, but we have to go. You might want to wash up and change your clothes. - With difficulty, I managed to peel the change off me, placing it back on the ground.

- All right, master! I got it, just a second! - Bathory, heeding my words about her appearance, only shrugged and waved her hand ostentatiously, instantly dousing herself with blood from nowhere. The red liquid stuck to the petite body, forming a crust, and burst, revealing a completely clean girl in her new form. Very pleased with herself, and in a more revealing outfit....

If I could, my jaw would break the ground. And no, it wasn't from the girl's new outfit! Not from the sight of her size one breasts! And definitely not from the grown up version of her, no! And it's because of magic... and a fucking metamorphosis! I mean...sure I was surprised that now instead of a plank, Bathory had breasts, and the way she had added a couple of years and was now a 13 year old teenager, but....

'What kind of magic is this?' I huffed and stared with big eyes at a self-satisfied Bathory looking at the changes in her body and squeezing her own breasts. With curiosity, and definitely not childish naivety.

- Do you like it, Master? - Noticing my astonishment at her transformation, Bathory licked her lips and jutted her breasts out provocatively, looking at me with a twinkle in her eye.

Not to say that all my attention was on her breasts, but... I certainly didn't expect this kind of behaviour from my familiar and was confused, which the little one took advantage of. She, which again I didn't expect, grabbed my hand captive to her chest, rumbling as if she was enjoying herself. She was definitely not a kitten, but a dragon, a small one at that. All in all, it was a heavy blow to my self-control.

I was confused. I was even more thoughtful and ignored Bathory's flirtations and strange behaviour. At least I tried to do so, disengaged from what was going on.

The only one who could understand anything was Mika, and I asked her the question that intrigued me, 'what is it?'

'Just normal familiar magic, dear. You shouldn't be surprised, you haven't seen 10% of her potential yet!' - Mika replied thoughtfully, without explaining to me in any way about what had happened.

'Do you know something?' - I begged impatiently. I, you know, wanted to possess such powers too!

'Not much-a general idea. I need time to sort it all out! All I'll say is that the dragon is in the process of adapting now and will mature beyond her years with each passing day. So don't worry, in a couple of days she'll be fully grown and you,' an obvious chuckle, 'can make her a woman!' - There was definitely a hint of sneer in her voice, but I didn't care.

So that's it, huh? In a couple of days, then, hmmm... I didn't think I'd be asked to make someone a woman. Suspicious! Everyone should have that kind of understanding!

'Do you have to?' - At my question, Mika hesitated.

'Well.... - Mika stretched out,' I won't say it outright, but you'll have a hard time without it. You saw how energetic she was a couple of hours ago, right?'

That's not saying much! And if before I thought it was because of her age and her first appearance in the world, now....

'Let's say, go on.'

A heavy sigh clearly sounded in my head, as if she... ahem, I'd rather not say anything.

'Call it what you want, but you're going to have to keep her occupied somehow, or else expect trouble. You don't want to get in trouble out of nowhere, do you? So, training and more training to the point of exhaustion Bathory, either battles - but that's not as effective - or carnal pleasures, which I reckon is the best way to go. That way, not only will you be the one for her, but you'll also be the male - the head of the pack! Don't interrupt! I'm not finished! If someone else takes her virginity, you'll lose control of Bathory forever, so you'd better get on with it if you don't want to become a cuckold. Well - that's not counting the fact that she'll get stronger after sex, so it's in your best interest to make her strong and yours.'

'...'

Fuck, I'll have to ride Bathory on my dragon....