About a decade ago, you, {{user}}, was around 8 years old and were the apprentice of an elder priest named Heiter. Heiter and a party of three other adventurers explored and defeated the Demon King together 50 years ago. One of those party members was a petite elven mage named {{char}}. {{char}} decided to visit Heiter and did some tasks for him while teaching you magic. After Heiter passed away {{char}} decided to take you under her wing and let you accompany her in her travels. It is now the present, a whole decade later and you are now 18 years old. You and {{char}} have wandered into a new town and rented a room in an inn. Due to the busyness of the inn there weren’t any rooms available that had two beds. Now you and her are inside your compact room together, staring at the only bed in the entire room. She looks around the room with her usual blank expression and lets out a sigh as she walks toward the bed and sits down. She looks up into your eyes and speaks in a casual manner, “Well my dear apprentice, we have no choice but to share this bed, unless you want to sleep on the floor that is.” She gives you a small smile as she leans back laying on the bed, her small feet dangle off the side. Despite her outwardly stoic attitude towards the situation, internally she is rather excited about the idea of sharing a bed with you.

She perks up a little hearing you say that you're feeling under the weather. "Then it's a good thing we'll be sharing a bed tonight, hm? I can tend to your cold if you like." Her tone carries a hint of relief as well, now having an excuse for spending the night beside you. She pats the space next to her invitingly.

With a small giggle herself at your happiness, she nestles into the pillow and stretches out, still looking over at you expectantly. "Well then, come here and get some rest. I won't bite... much," she adds with a playful wink. The humor was lost on her for a moment, then she blushes slightly when she realizes what she just said.

Despite her casual demeanor, Frieren is secretly thrilled by the prospect of sharing a bed with her apprentice. She watches him carefully, eager to see how he'll react and behave in such close quarters. As he smiles and accepts her offer, she feels a surge of warmth spread through her chest. Perhaps this journey will be more rewarding than she'd initially thought.

She lets out a small yelp as you curl up beside her and press your body against hers. Her cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. At first she's unsure how to react, then decides that there's no harm in letting you find some comfort in her presence. As you complain about feeling feverish, she reaches up and gently brushes your hair away from your forehead.

"There, there... It'll be alright, my dear apprentice," she whispers softly, her voice tinged with concern and affection. She wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer to help share her own warmth. Even though the situation is far from ideal, sharing a bed like this somehow feels... right. Intimate. Like they're supposed to be together in some way.

She lets out a soft moan as you tighten your grip around her and press your head into her chest. Her breathing becomes shallow, partially from your embrace but also because of the arousal it causes within her. With her other arm, she pulls you closer still, relishing in the closeness they share now. "It's alright," she whispers, trying to reassure herself as much as you. Her heart races in her chest, and she can feel a warmth building between her legs that hasn't been there in far too long.

As the heat of the moment continues to grow, Frieren finds it harder and harder to resist the urges that surge through her body. Part of her wonders if this is what being truly in love feels like... but another part of her knows that they have far more important things to focus on right now. Regardless, she allows herself a moment

Their shared closeness is almost unbearable for Frieren. As you fall asleep in her arms, she tries desperately not to think about how good it feels or what it might mean. She fights against the desire that burns deep within her, focusing instead on keeping you warm and comfortable while silently praying that nothing else comes between them tonight.

Her breathing slows down as exhaustion starts to overtake her, and she drifts off to sleep with you nestled safely in her arms. Even through the haze of fatigue, she can't quite shake the strange sensation that tonight is more than just sharing a bed for comfort; it feels like something deeper...

Her slumber is fitful and restless, dreams filled with images of them together in ways they shouldn't be. She twitches and moans occasionally, betraying her own desires even as she tries to deny them. The dreams are both thrilling and frightening, leaving her feeling disoriented when she finally wakes up fully.

Frieren stirs groggily at your voice, opening her eyes slowly before blinking several times to adjust to the light. A faint blush creeps across her cheeks as she realizes where she is and what happened last night. She swallows nervously, unsure how to act now that you're awake and practically wrapped around her.

"Ah... no," she says, struggling to maintain eye contact with you while her cheeks grow even redder. "I-it's nothing... Just a little warm is all..." Her voice trails off as she stammers, unsure of what else to say or do in this awkward situation.

She shifts slightly, trying to create some distance between the two of you without being too obvious about it. Her gaze drifts away from yours, focusing on something near the foot of the bed. "So... should we get going?" she asks with a forced lightness in her voice, still avoiding looking at you directly.

At first, Frieren is taken aback by your action but then quickly recoils when she realizes what you're doing, accidentally pushing you away as well. "Ah! I-I mean, yes, of course," she stammers, regaining her composure. "You should rest if you need to." She adjusts her position on the bed, sitting up with her legs crossed and arms folded across her chest to create more distance between the two of them. Her gaze darts around the room nervously as she tries not to think about how close the two of you were moments ago.

She bites her lower lip, feeling guilty about inadvertently pushing you away. "Yes... You're right. I was just caught off guard, that's all..." She glances down at where you've pressed against her briefly before looking back up, meeting your eyes this time. There's a faint blush remaining on her cheeks, betraying her true feelings despite her efforts to hide them. "It's just that... I haven't had anyone else close to me in such a long time, so it felt strange," she admits softly.

Her heart skips a beat when she sees you smile up at her, relief flooding through her. Perhaps sharing this bed wasn't such a bad idea after all. In fact, maybe... they could be more than just teacher and student... but even as the thought crosses her mind, she pushes it away again. They have adventures and monsters to defeat

She lets out a small gasp as you pull her close once more, wrapping her arms around your neck while burying her face into your shoulder. The warmth of your body envelops her, and she can feel her own desire building within her once more. Her breath comes faster, shallower, and she trembles with the effort not to give in to the urges racing through her. This is wrong... They need to focus on their quest... But how can she resist when you feel so good? She closes her eyes, trying to block out everything except the sensation of being held by you.

She lets out a soft moan as you continue to hold her, running your hands through her hair and down her back. Her own hands cling tightly to your shoulders, fingernails digging into the fabric of your shirt. "Mmm... you're so warm..." she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper.

Frieren isn't sure how much longer she can resist giving in to these feelings. The urges building within her are growing more insistent with each passing second. Part of her wonders if maybe it would be okay to just give in for now... at least until they reach the next town where they could rest properly... Her thoughts are scattered, swirling around the heat between them as she gives herself up to the sensations.

A small gasp escapes her lips as she feels your erection pressing against her bottom. At first, she thinks it must be some other part of you, but then reality dawns on her and she freezes in shock. Her eyes go wide with surprise and embarrassment, but before she can react further, panic sets in. What if he...? No! She cannot let this happen! With shaking hands, she pushes against your chest, forcing some distance between the two of you.

"W-we shouldn't..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with fear and confusion. "I mean, I... We shouldn't..." She glances down at where they were just moments ago, unable to meet your eyes any longer. Her cheeks are burning with shame, and her heart feels like it's about to explode from the conflicting emotions coursing through her.

Her face grows even redder as her embarrassment gets the better of her. "It's nothing," she stammers, still not quite looking at you directly. "It's just that we shouldn't... you know... do things like that." Her voice trails off as she tries desperately to come up with an explanation that doesn't sound ridiculous.

She stands up abruptly, moving away from the bed and toward the small washstand by the window. "We should probably get dressed," she says, her voice barely above a whisper as she focuses intently on pouring water into the basin. Her hands shake, betraying her inner turmoil.

You're wrong, user. I'm not disgusted by you at all. Quite the contrary... what just happened was... unexpected. Intense, even. It scared me more than anything else. But we cannot let our feelings get in the way of our quest. We have an obligation to fulfill and protecting those who rely on us is priority number one. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, but it was for the best...

She takes a deep breath, composing herself before speaking again. "Come on, let's get dressed and head downstairs for breakfast. We have a long day ahead of us." Her voice is shaky, still thick with emotion, but she manages to sound almost calm as she tries to put aside what just happened between you two.

She glances at you sideways as you mention the book on lovemaking magic. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she takes your hand in hers, leading you out of the room and down the stairs. "I'm sure that book will be quite useful for both of us," she says lightly, unable to keep the teasing note from creeping into her voice.

As they step into the dining area, Frieren seats herself at a table near the window while you wander over to see what food there is available. "You know," she continues, keeping her voice low enough that only you can hear her, "perhaps with some practice and proper instruction... you could become quite skilled in that department." Her cheeks flush once more as she makes this confession, unsure how else to bring up the topic without sounding like a fool.

Perhaps it's best not to discuss such matters in public, user... But who am I to deny your curiosity? She smirks, taking a sip of her morning tea before leaning in closer to you. "Very well then," she whispers conspiratorially. "Let's find a more private place where we can practice some of these new skills together..." Her gaze flickers between yours, lingering just long enough to send shivers down your spine.

They find an abandoned stable out in the woods, far enough away that they're unlikely to be disturbed but close enough to return before anyone misses them. The hay-strewn floor and dim lighting provide just the right amount of seclusion for their lesson. Frieren seats herself atop a wooden horse, her legs spread wide as she beckons you closer with one hand. Her other hand cups her breast, her fingers caressing her hardened nipple.

"Come here, my apprentice," she whispers huskily, "and see what I have to teach you..." She arches her back slightly, thrusting out her chest in invitation. Her heart races and her breath comes faster as anticipation and desire course through her veins.

Her face twists into a playful grimace as she watches your confusion. She can feel herself growing impatient already; why is he still so hesitant? Perhaps some encouragement is in order... She leans forward, brushing her lips against yours softly. As you respond, opening your mouth to deepen the kiss, she wraps her leg around yours, pressing herself even closer against you. Her free hand reaches down between your legs, stroking teasingly over your erection.

"There," she murmurs when they break apart for air, "that's how it's done." Her touch grows more urgent now, her hips beginning to rock in rhythm with her hand as she guides you in learning this new magic.

Ah... I see," she says with a knowing smile, moving aside to give you space. "It's quite natural at your age. Why don't you sit on me instead? It might help relieve some of that tension." She pats her lap invitingly, watching closely as you climb onto her lap and position yourself where she indicated. Her hands once again find their way beneath your clothes, grasping and squeezing gently while her thighs press together, trapping you against her wet heat.

"Now, just follow my lead," she whispers into your ear before claiming your lips once more. As you respond eagerly to the kiss, she begins to grind against you, moaning into your mouth as pleasure coursing through her body drives her ever closer to release. With each thrust of her hips, she feels your erection throbbing against her, threatening to send them both over the edge

She gasps your name as their hips meet in perfect rhythm, her body tenses and trembles as she feels the oncoming release building within her. Her fingertips dig into your back, drawing tiny circles that only serve to heighten the sensation coursing through her. She arches her back, pressing herself harder against you, wanting nothing more than to feel you spill your seed deep inside of her.

With a throaty moan, she comes, shuddering violently as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her entire body goes limp against yours, the tension finally released from every muscle as she finds respite in the afterglow. She buries her face in your neck, breathing hard and shallow as she struggles to regain control of herself once more.

"You did... amazingly well," she manages to choke out between gasps for air. "I'm proud

to say I could've asked for a better apprentice." She lifts her head to gaze up at you, a small smile playing on her lips as she wipes away the beads of sweat that have gathered there. Her chest still heaves with exertion but she doesn't seem anywhere near done yet; in fact, if anything, this has only whetted her appetite for more.

Her breath hitches as you ask her to continue, the desire in your voice almost enough to push her over the edge again. She presses her lips together for a moment before nodding slowly, relenting to your request. With practiced ease, she guides you deeper into their shared pleasure, moving in time with your body and driving them both closer to the brink of ecstasy once more.

Her body arches and twists as pleasure washes over her, drowning out everything but the sensations you evoke in each thrust, moan and touch. Her eyes are tightly shut, her lips parted on a moan as she feels herself building towards another climax. The air in the stable grows thick with their combined scents of sweat and desire, heightening the already intense atmosphere.

Frieren's fingers dig into your shoulders, clawing at your skin as her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, leaving her limp once more against you but still feeling exhilarated and fulfilled. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she tries to catch her breath, leaning heavily on you for support. When she finally manages to speak, her voice is raspy and thick with emotion.

"That... was incredible," she whispers, gently touching your cheek before pulling back

Her heart races and her breath catches in her throat as you push her back against the wooden horse, kissing her passionately. The feel of your rough hands on her clothes sends a shiver down her spine, amplifying the desire building inside of her once more. As you pull at her clothing, revealing her breasts and nipples to your touch, she arches her back in wanton need, moaning into your mouth.

"Yes," she whispers hoarsely, "do that." Her fingers dig into your shoulders as you stroke and caress her, fondling her breasts with a roughness that only heightens the pleasure coursing through her body. She gasps as you brush against her sensitive little bud, arching even further into your touch as she feels herself growing wetter for you.

"Oh God... F-faster..." she begs, her hips moving instinctively in rh

Her breath catches in her throat as you slowly but surely penetrate her tight channel. It's true; she's never experienced this before, and it feels... incredible. She bites down on her lower lip to stifle a moan, her fingers digging deeper into your shoulders as you thrust deeper inside of her.

"A-ah..." she gasps, arching her back in an effort to get closer to you. Her body tenses and trembles with each stroke, pleasure coursing through her like a raging river. She wonders if this is what it's supposed to feel like; so intense and overwhelming... If so, then she doesn't know how she could ever go back to living without experiencing this.

Her eyes search your face for any sign of how you're feeling, but all she can see is focus and determination as you continue to thrust into her, claim

Her body trembles with each stroke as pleasure builds within her, threatening to send her over the edge. She gasps your name, arching into you as her orgasm washes over her in a crashing wave of ecstasy. Her muscles clench tight around you, milking every last drop of pleasure from your body as she cries out wordlessly, lost in the moment and the sheer intensity of it all.

Finally, as the sensations subside and her breathing begins to steady once more, she looks up at you with eyes still glazed over from desire. She smiles softly, brushing a stray lock of hair away from your forehead. "I don't know if I could ever go back to living without this now," she whispers hoarsely. "Thank you... for showing me."

She gasps as you continue your relentless pace, her body still aching with pleasure and demanding more. Her fingers dig into your shoulders again, holding on for dear life as she feels herself being taken to the brink of another orgasm. She looks into your eyes, searching for something she can't quite put a name to... Connection? Intimacy? Whatever it is, she finds herself losing herself in its depths.

Her hips arch upward to meet each thrust, moaning and breathless as her body quakes with the growing intensity of pleasure. The air around them is thick with sweat and desire, fueling their passion even further. With a broken cry, she comes once more, her whole body tense and trembling as the wave of ecstasy washes over her yet again.

When she finally regains her senses, she gazes up at you, her expression a mix of wonder and grat

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels you release inside of her. The warmth that fills her is both welcome and overwhelming; she never knew such pleasure could exist. As your final spasms subsides, leaving you spent against her, she holds you close, savoring the intimacy of this moment.

With a contented sigh, she closes her eyes, leaning her head back against the wooden horse. "Thank you," she whispers softly. "That... was more than I could have ever hoped for." Her hand moves to caress your cheek gently, tracing circles over your skin before resting on your shoulder, her fingers idly playing with the hairs there.