История Королевы Эльфов / The story of the Elf Queen: Глава седьмая. Суровые трудовые будни Героя Королевы Эльфов

Chapter Seven. The Rough Working Days of the Hero of the Elf Queen

Camrad_RIP 22.11.24 в 20:23

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Camrad_RIP 22.11.24 в 20:22

"Master, wake up! It's time to get up," Gata's purring voice broke through the morning drowsiness.

Camrad_RIP 23.11.24 в 10:25

Murmuring something inarticulately, Cyril rolled over onto his stomach and buried his face in the pillow, trying to keep sleep at bay. He didn't want to get up from such a soft and warm bed. Alas, but the cat-lady was adamant.

Camrad_RIP 24.11.24 в 21:59

“Five more minutes was almost half an hour ago. Get up or you'll be late for practice!"

Camrad_RIP 25.11.24 в 08:17

Cyril groaned in despair and tried to beg the maid for more sleep, but the cat-lady didn't fall for it and used a forbidden trick against her master. Partially transformed, Gata changed her face a bit, giving it feline features. In particular, she grew a very long whiskers. She pulled the blanket off Kirill and tickled his neck and face with them.

Camrad_RIP 25.11.24 в 08:18

"Stop it! Stop it, it tickles! Stop it! Okay, okay, I'm getting up!"

Camrad_RIP 25.11.24 в 08:18

"I'm glad to hear that,” Gata purred contentedly, regaining her former appearance.

Camrad_RIP 25.11.24 в 08:19

Turning over on his back, Cyril stretched and threw a feignedly displeased look at the slyly smiling cat lady. But she ignored him completely, smiling broadly and slyly. The eared-tailed wretch realized very quickly that Cyril was afraid of tickling, and now she shamelessly used this weakness when it was necessary to get him out of bed.

Camrad_RIP 25.11.24 в 08:26

"You could have woken me up in a nicer way,” Cyril grumbled, glancing meaningfully at his maid.

Camrad_RIP 25.11.24 в 08:27

There was plenty to watch. Gata sat beside him on the bed, wearing only a nightgown of white silky fabric a little short of her knees. The catgirl looked very seductive in it. The thin fabric hid almost nothing, and Gatha had probably left a couple of the top buttons undone on purpose. So her large breasts with their dark brown nipples protruding were visible. As were her long, slender legs.

Camrad_RIP 25.11.24 в 08:29

"I tried, but you didn't want to wake up,” the cat girl purred back, wagging her long, fluffy tail playfully.

Camrad_RIP 25.11.24 в 08:30

Moving closer to Cyril, she ran it over the young man's chest and stomach, and her face took on a sympathetic expression.

Camrad_RIP 25.11.24 в 08:31

"Did the honorable Diantrel tire you so much yesterday, sir?"

Camrad_RIP 25.11.24 в 08:31

Closing his eyes, Cyril let out a doomed groan, remembering yesterday's training session:

Camrad_RIP 25.11.24 в 08:34

"You have no idea how much."

Camrad_RIP 25.11.24 в 08:35

As she drew close to the young man, the cat lady purred sympathetically:

Camrad_RIP 25.11.24 в 08:35

"I know it's not easy for you, but everything the honorable Diantrel is doing is for your good. And I'm sure you can handle it. And Armina and I will help you do it."

Camrad_RIP 25.11.24 в 08:36

Without opening his eyes, Cyril reached out with his left hand and ran his palm along the catgirl's thigh. Beneath her smooth skin, he could feel the trained muscles of a professional athlete. He slid his palm farther under the edge of her nightgown, squeezed the firm buttock lightly, and then ran his index finger over Gatha's coccyx a few times with pressure. Where her fluffy tail began.

Camrad_RIP 25.11.24 в 08:37

"I'm really counting on it..."

Camrad_RIP 25.11.24 в 08:37

Gata's yellow eyes flashed with a quiet and predatory rumble, and then in one graceful movement, she was on top of Cyril. Who, like any normal healthy man in the morning, was already in full readiness. There was no underwear on the cat-lady, only a nightgown, which she immediately pulled off in one honed movement, leaving her completely naked. Opening his eyes Cyril savored the beautiful sight of her trained body for a few seconds. Under the smooth skin, he could see small but distinct muscles. The result of years of hard training multiplied by natural talent.

Camrad_RIP 25.11.24 в 08:50

Gata lifted slightly and guided the young man's cock into her pussy, riding it smoothly. Cyril exhaled slowly from pleasure and put his hands on Gata's hips, which she used to squeeze him tightly. The catgirl, clearly showing off, arched her back, jutting out her breasts, wagged her tail a few times, and then made herself comfortable. Looking down at Cyril from above, she placed her palms over his palms and squeezed them. Without saying a word, he nodded to her and closed his eyes, beginning the gradual merging of their subtle bodies into one energy circuit. Given their knowledge, experience, and Gata's complete lack of resistance, plus their high mutual compatibility, the merging process took only a few seconds. And then their energies merged, as well as their physical sensations, almost doubling the pleasure they were receiving. Closing his eyes in pleasure, Cyril inhaled deeply. What a high!

Camrad_RIP 25.11.24 в 08:53

Who would have thought the acquired magical gift would also be useful in bed? After the first nights with Gata and Armina, Cyril noticed that during sex each of the maids felt differently. And not only physically, but also energetically. It was especially clear at the moment of intimacy. Gata felt hot and fast in the energetic plane, and more vivid. Armina, on the other hand, was not so hot, her energy felt rather warm, and calmer, but also more intense. In any case, the sensations from the energies of both maids were very pleasant and added to the pleasure. Cyril also noticed that after morning sex with either of them he felt noticeably more active and even had a little more energy than his full reserve.

Camrad_RIP 25.11.24 в 08:56

He even cautiously inquired about it from his mentor, and Diantrel calmly explained to him without blinking an eye that the practice of regaining energy through sex did exist and was quite effective. And they would definitely practice them later. At that moment the young man was a little stunned by such directness and directness. At least it did not occur to him to blurt out some epic nonsense like the question: “With you?” Fortunately, his instinct for self-preservation kicked in just in time to get his brain neurons working.

Camrad_RIP 25.11.24 в 08:57

And as if in confirmation of Diantrel's words, when reaching the next level after their conversation, Cyril was offered by the System several knowledge and properties of the corresponding orientation. Of course, he didn't take any of them! It was not enough to spend hard-earned bits of power on such nonsense. Even if it was very pleasant. And in the end, it wasn't necessary. Thanks to the “advanced fundamentals of internal energy management and control”, he was able to perform an energy merge with Armina first, and the next morning with Gata. With all precautions, of course, so as not to get himself into trouble again.

Camrad_RIP 25.11.24 в 08:58

It was strange at first, and he couldn't merge with them on the first try, but then he got the hang of it, which was helped by the fact that both maids were very compatible with him in terms of energies. And each subsequent merge became easier and easier. And he noticed that regular sex with them made each subsequent merger a little easier. As he realized later, it was because of the fact regular intercourse made them more and more “tuned in” to each other.

Camrad_RIP 25.11.24 в 09:02

Cyril realized this when, after another morning sex with Armina before training, he suddenly and free of charge received one of the previously offered by the System knowledge on the subject of life-giving sex. “Basic Fundamentals of Tantric Energy Restoration Techniques” immediately started downloading, which almost made him late for this very training. He had to lie in bed waiting for them not only to “install” but also to “combine” with the existing ones. However, it was a sin to complain about a freebie, and even more so for such a freebie. Since now sex with maids brought not only pleasure and psychological relaxation but also a noticeable benefit. Add energy in the morning before training, restoring it in the evening. But only if in the evening these very powers remained at least in some quantity. Not to mention the increased pleasure of intercourse.

Camrad_RIP 25.11.24 в 09:04

Now Cyril mutually enjoyed merging with Gata for a few seconds, and then the catgirl began to move her hips smoothly, gradually increasing the pace. The sensations were simply awesome, the young man simultaneously felt how the maid's cunt was squeezing his cock, and how his cock was entering her. And thanks to the fusion, he could feel exactly what and how his partner wanted. And she felt what and how he wanted. Without saying a word, Cyril let go of Gata's palm and reached forward with his right hand, squeezing the catgirl's breasts and beginning to caress them rhythmically. Otherwise, he completely gave her the initiative and didn't regret it at all, enjoying both the physical closeness and Gata's hot but pleasant energy flowing in and through him.

Camrad_RIP 25.11.24 в 09:08

Of course, a true hero of the masterpieces of Japanese animation, some amount of which, noticeably different from zero, Cyril had seen, was obliged to organize a full-fledged sex marathon for the cat-girl in such a situation. And to get out of bed only after fucking her to unconsciousness, and pouring a couple of gallons of the known white substance, so that it flowed from all her holes. Cyril was very far from such peaks of bed mastery of the drawn inhabitants of the country of the rising sun. Especially taking into account the class and available characteristics. If he had ten, or better fifteen points in “Constitution”, then it would be possible to think about such a thing. Or if he had some epic class like “Fucker Terrorist” with the appropriate knowledge and properties.

Camrad_RIP 26.11.24 в 18:10

But even if he had any of the above, he still wouldn't have cosplayed famous hentai characters who were almost universally missing their eyes. Because he didn't have the time. In all the time since he'd started training, Cyril had never once allowed himself to be late for training. And something, perhaps the proverbial intuition of isekai heroes, told him he should not do it. Otherwise, no amount of tantric sex practice could help.

Camrad_RIP 26.11.24 в 18:11

Another pleasant bonus from the acquired knowledge and skills was that now he did not have such a problem as leaving his partner unsatisfied because of excessive “haste”. When their very first morning coitus with Gata had ended unexpectedly and unpleasantly quickly, Cyril had become embarrassed and nervous. Gata, who was riding him then, only smiled and purred that it was the sacred duty of a good maid to take care of her master and his needs. Including quenching his “morning desire”. Also, a good maid always understands when her master has the time, ability, and desire to give her full reciprocal pleasure and when he doesn't. So he has nothing to be embarrassed about.

Camrad_RIP 26.11.24 в 18:16

That explanation had reassured Cyril, as well as the assurance of the two maids that they would not carry a child from him unless he wanted them to, thanks to small inconspicuous amulets in the form of jewelry. And then, after he'd mastered the energy fusion technique and gotten the profile skill, the first question was gone. The merging of subtle bodies into one energy circuit guaranteed that pleasure would be fully enjoyed by both partners at the same time. Or neither of them would get it. Thus, very quickly Cyril got into the taste and stopped limiting himself in terms of sex, almost every day spending the night and meeting the morning with either Armina or Gata. And a couple of times with both of them at once.

Camrad_RIP 26.11.24 в 18:17

Of course, some textbook isekai CJS strictly condemned it. After all, according to the majority of Japanese, the main character is obliged to be dumb to the last, not noticing the whole harem of women hanging on him and not understanding what they need from him and what to do with them. But Cyril such behavior of Japanese animation characters in every second title at first amused, then began to frankly piss him off. Therefore, he was not going to imitate them, even under the hypothetical threat of becoming disrespected among the inhabitants of the land of the rising sun. Especially since in this world such behavior is not only not condemned, but is considered the norm. And if he, in the absence of an official or not-so-official partner, would not be interested in his maids and would not use them in any way at the same time, it would cause legitimate questions from others. At best, he would be suspected of being attracted to young men rather than maidens.
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Camrad_RIP 26.11.24 в 19:26

Of course, Cyril didn't need it. So, having overcome the initial shyness and timidity, he began to fully savor the delights of his current position. Just feel like a young and rich aristocrat, from some noble family, with a pedigree like a show poodle, living in a private mansion with a couple of pretty and completely submissive maids. And somehow you begin to understand all kinds of dukes, marquises, and other noblemen from the native world, who to the last did not want to give up their privileges and pleasures of life.

Camrad_RIP 25.11.24 в 09:10

However, Cyril strongly doubted that all the sons of the Dukes of Burgundy and Cumberland were chased from morning till evening as Diantrel chased him. Well, at least, certainly not all of them. Otherwise, the aristocracy of his home world would not have degenerated into what it had degenerated into. He didn't care much about the problems of the nobles of Earth, though. And right now they didn't bother him at all. All of Cyril's thoughts and feelings were focused on the cat lady riding rhythmically on top of him. Thanks to their energetic fusion and high compatibility, they quickly reached a resonance that led to the only possible outcome. With a simultaneous groan, Cyril and Gata also finished at the same time. Breathing heavily, all soaked and flushed, the catgirl smoothly lowered herself onto him, sinking the young man's face into her chest and wrapping her arms around his head, beginning to run her fingers through his hair. Cyril did not resist, enjoying the scent of a woman's skin mixed with the smell of sweat and the firmness of Gata's not-insignificant tits.

Camrad_RIP 26.11.24 в 19:28

Alas, he could not afford such a pleasure for long. Kissing the maid on the lips, Cyril got out of bed and hurried to his bathing room. Having quickly washed and rinsed himself in the local analog of a shower, full of energy and invigorated, he returned to the bedroom, where Armina was already finishing making the bed and Gata was tidying up. No longer embarrassed by his nakedness, the young man quickly dressed in the familiar training suit, not forgetting the artifacts he had been given. A magic rod and a medium-sized staff made of the same kind of light wood, decorated with fine carvings and a small gem on the top.

Camrad_RIP 26.11.24 в 19:29

When he finished dressing and getting ready, the maids quickly but meticulously inspected him to ensure Cyril's appearance was flawless. After adjusting his clothes a bit, they quickly fed their master a light breakfast and wished him a good workout. Saying goodbye to them, Cyril left his chambers, behind which Fiorel was already waiting for him, heading off to face another round of pain, agony, and suffering under the guidance of the beautiful eternally young maiden. Heh, sounds just like an Asian masochist-cultivator's dream...

Camrad_RIP 25.11.24 в 09:11

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Camrad_RIP 23.11.24 в 09:42

In fact, his current rhythm of life was something like that. The first week after he'd started training Diantrel had driven him around the fifth training ground day and night. From morning until late afternoon, with only a short break for lunch and short breaks between runs, until Cyril's reserve was at rock bottom and he had only enough energy left to crawl to his quarters and collapse into the arms of his maids. And every day his training became more difficult. New types of targets were added.

Camrad_RIP 26.11.24 в 19:38

The original dummies quickly became a great blessing for Cyril. As they were joined by flying targets attacked singly or in packs. Skittish and incredibly mobile, they were a real headache. It was almost impossible to hit them with an ordinary magical arrow. It was necessary either to use an analog of “duck shot”, or to form a somewhat more complex weave, with an analog of homing on the target. The latter required, of course, more effort, a little more time, and a little more reserve.

Camrad_RIP 26.11.24 в 19:39

In addition to the flyers, there were new ground targets. Some of them were stationary, but they had reinforced magic shields, which covered not only themselves but also other opponents. And they did not forget to fire at Cyril. Others, being wooden humanoid golems, created with the help of druidism, were very mobile, trying to constantly come at Cyril from the rear and flanks. The third was stationary, but with reinforced attack wands, direct hits from which could easily break through his defense, or almost completely nullify its reserve. And all this variety of opponents had to be not just shot with magical arrows like in a shooting gallery.

Camrad_RIP 26.11.24 в 19:41

He had to move around the range, from one point to another. Do it over time, keep defenses there, then move to the next one. On the way, try to avoid enemy attacks, because the reserve of protective amulets and shields was not infinite, and the duration of the runs was growing. And still manage to hit them back. Then came a variety of sudden introductions that made his life even more difficult. Diantrel checked Cyril's equipment before each training session and adjusted it properly. And then, watching him, she would suddenly turn off his golden hoop, depriving him of magical vision, or suddenly zero out the reserve of his protective amulet plates. Or, the most unpleasant and difficult, blocked his magic wand.

Camrad_RIP 26.11.24 в 19:43

So Cyril had to eliminate the “damage” while under fire, restoring the work of his amulets and artifacts, or do without them until the end of the race. In these cases, he was greatly helped by the “Fundamentals of working with basic amulets and artifacts”, thanks to which, as a rule, he was able to identify and eliminate violations in the weaves. But several times, having been left at the most inopportune moment without amulet protection and not having time to form his own, Cyril received very painful blows, which caused the race to fail. And he had to start again.

Camrad_RIP 26.11.24 в 19:45

It was obvious that the elves took the training of their gifted, who had chosen to serve in the Forest Guard, very seriously. As a result, as a rule, by the middle of the day, Cyril felt completely exhausted, and the reserve was well within a quarter. And training continued until the evening. For the first two days, he kept up this pace but then he started to talk about reducing the load. Or, at least to dilute them a little with theory, which did not require running around the range under fire. Diantrel responded with a categorical refusal, rightly stating that for every minute that Cyril spends without benefit his enemy uses it to become stronger. Theoretical studies in his case are very unproductive since he receives knowledge from the Soul Tablet directly. It was impossible to argue with this, and he had to bear it with clenched teeth.

Camrad_RIP 26.11.24 в 19:48

But to be fair, such intensity and pace were paying off. Especially after Cyril had taken the “Intensive Development I” property, which increased his experience just from such practical training, instead of the next level of knowledge. He remembered that this option had not been offered to him initially. Together with the increasing complexity of the training, it gave a noticeable acceleration of development. Not dramatic but noticeable, especially at the first levels. As a result, during the first week of training at training ground number five, which Cyril had several nightmares about, he managed to keep the pace of one day - one level. With more and more difficulty and at the cost of more and more stress, but still managed.

Camrad_RIP 23.11.24 в 17:43

As a result, by his first day off, an exhausted Cyril had reached level nine. This was also facilitated by another small system assignment, given in the middle of the week, just before the start of the next training day. The assignment, as small as it was, was fairly simple and required him to form and maintain four small mobile magical shields for ten minutes under target fire while running around the training ground. However, it had one small but very important nuance. Cyril was not to make it known to outsiders in any way. In case of disclosure of the fact of receiving and accepting the assignment, it was considered automatically canceled. In case of disclosure of the details - failed.

Camrad_RIP 23.11.24 в 17:46

After reading this paragraph, Cyril thought wistfully that the admins, or whoever controls the System, would not allow him to complete a lot of difficult assignments relying on the help and power of elves, thus gaining free experience. Yeah, who would have thought that noob bump in this game is not approved... But it was so tempting to get a quest to kill some shit, and easily accomplish it with the support of a dozen or two elite agents of the local KGB. But there was nothing to do, so he accepted the quest without informing his mentor, who sent him on another run around range number five, damn it.

Camrad_RIP 23.11.24 в 17:47

Cyril completed the assignment because this variant of defense was quite suitable for him at the first stages of the race. He got a portion of the experience, and also his understanding of the principles of creating protective weaves increased a bit. However, it was impossible to hide the fact of receiving the assignment from his mentor. To be more precise, Diantrel paid attention to the not-most optimal variant of defense, which Cyril chose, and which he continued to use even at the stage of the race, when small mobile barriers became inferior in efficiency to medium stationary ones. Plus, three shields would have been enough for him, not four.

Camrad_RIP 23.11.24 в 17:49

Cyril didn't see the point in lying or omitting, because he had already completed the assignment, so he told about it honestly. Diantrel listened to him very seriously and immediately reported everything to her mentor. After that she and the Elder Enchantress, looking at the young man carefully, asked him not to accept and not to try to perform on his own those assignments that could be dangerous for him. Even if they promised him a substantial reward for them because his life was much more important. Cyril, of course, agreed. The elven women thanked him for his prudence, after which the Elder Enchantress left and Diantrel continued her training. In the sense of bullying the poor and unfortunate young man.

Camrad_RIP 23.11.24 в 18:11

As a result, by his first day off, Cyril was completely, one hundred percent, and what was there, one hundred and five hundred percent convinced that the path of an Asian cultivator was not for him, and he had seen it in the grave! All these endless exhausting training with polishing dan-something-tan for the sake of another portion of the experience, when by evening there is only strength left to crawl to bed - fuck it! Maybe for all sorts of Chinese-Japanese-Koreans, such a regime would be ideal, and they would only be happy. Cyril could now say with certainty that he would have preferred a more sedate regime, but who would let him? No, he did not doubt that if he insisted, Diantrel would give in. Except... Somehow Cyril was sure that this way he would lose a hundred points in the eyes of the elves. Or maybe two hundred. In short, in game terms, he would ruin his reputation with the faction very seriously, considering how much effort and money they had already invested in him.

Camrad_RIP 26.11.24 в 19:50