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  The Novice Heroine Naughty Adventures

  Copyright© 2019 by Wes Havoc

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

  All characters depicted are 18 years old or older. For adults only.

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  NOVICE HEROINE NAUGHTY ADVENTURES

  BOOK 1

  1

  It had been forever since Cleo slipped out of the castle to visit the surrounding Town.

  A collection of one and two-story buildings cramped together, flea markets and street vendors. Even at this early hour, when the royal family would usually still be asleep, the streets were crowded. People selling, people buying, people passing and watching. Careful not to trip on the uneven cobblestones lining down the street, Cleo let her gaze slide to the products being sold. Fish and fruits and clothes, all juxtaposed to one another, lacking proper hygiene.

  She smiled.

  She smiled because that was the real world. Nothing like the stiff rules one had to follow inside the castle. No, in here, she could eat whatever she wanted, whenever she desired. She could take any direction to leave the town to the fields, or the forest, or up the river and walk until her legs were sore.

  Looking up and around herself, she needed to find a tavern. She knew that’d be the place where she would choose her next steps.

  Because she had just left her royal life behind and was leaving to become an adventurer.

  Starting off, she needed an adventure. Though she had taken many lessons on how to wield a sword and was considered one of the best among the guards, Cleo knew she had limitations. She had never been in a real battle. She couldn’t just jump in whatever she found - she could easily get herself killed. She knew she had to look for something easy. Something the other adventurers would find boring.

  She ached to leave. Ached to prove herself and find some meaning in her stupid life. Up until this moment, she hadn’t been able to make any decisions whatsoever. She wouldn’t be queen, not with her sad place in line. With those many siblings and already two nephews, she would never sit in her father’s throne in the Grand Hall. And with her sisters having preference over her, she’d probably not even marry a prince. She would just marry someone her father wanted her to so he could get some nice agreement.

  Cleo knew if that happened, she’d spend the rest of her days without ever being responsible for any choice, any important decision. If she married, her only duty would be to serve as a breeding cow and give her husband some heirs. She wouldn’t be responsible for nothing else but looking pretty in a swollen belly.

  She would never accept that.

  She wanted to be someone. She knew she could be important. She knew she could be good on her own.

  So she beelined to the small entrance under a plaque written “Tavern” and pushed the door open. The large salon, almost empty at this time of the day, was dimly lit and in urgent need of a cleaning. Someone had definitely puked recently - the stench invaded her nostrils. She curled her nose as she looked for the job board. And there it was - forgotten by a side, filled with notices and rewards.

  Pulling her hood down so she could see her surroundings better, Cleo strode between the tables, her eyes glued to the board. A strange feeling clutched at her heart - anticipation. Anxiety. She was about to take her first job. The first step on her path to be an adventurer. It made it all seem so much more real. She wasn’t even minding the stench anymore.

  There was a reward on the head of some ugly man. She wasn’t quite ready to hunt people down just yet, so she let this one go. A notice about some disappearances by the river, an ad requesting new soldiers… She read the notices one by one, lifting newer sheets to read the ones under them. Until she found what she had been looking for.

  A warning about goblins. It seemed like they were eating the pets of some people in a village a couple of hours from the castle. Goblins were small creatures, who usually preferred to keep their distance from humans. They could never live in big groups without killing each other, and because they lived in smaller groups, they couldn’t take on big preys. That was probably the reason they were killing dogs and cats.

  The warning was stained and the sheet yellowed. It had been put up there some time ago, surely. Cleo smiled. It was the perfect job for her. Exactly what she looked for.

  She’d start by hunting goblins then. It seemed a good place to start.

  Plucking the sheet out of the board, she turned to leave with a smile.

  A man standing behind her made her halt. He grinned down at her, showing a couple of missing teeth. He stood close, too close. She had been so distracted choosing her job she didn’t notice his approach. She’d had to remind herself she wasn’t in the castle any longer.

  “I thought the little lady might have been lost,” he said in a hoarse, half-drunken voice. Leaning forward, his face catching the light, Cleo curled her nose, holding her breath. The stench oozed from him. “But I see you’ve just got a job.” Cleo took a step to the side but he just had to move a little to block her. Sticking a forefinger under her chin, he forced her face up. “You’re too pretty and too young to be risking yourself out here, little lady. Maybe you need some company. You know, to keep you safe.”

  Cleo had an answer on the tip of her tongue - she always did. But there was a hand in her, warm fingers palming her breast. Her blood froze, though her heart pumped inside her chest.

  Her tongue parched, gluing to the top of her mouth, she watched him grinning down at her. He took a step, gluing their bodies together. Her breath hitched and she couldn’t seem to swallow it. She wore a plain cotton tunic under her leather corset, so his fingers quickly found her nipple and there he pinched. A shock ran through her body, straight to her core, strong enough to jolt her into motion.

  She brought a wrist up against his arm, forcing him to let her breast go. With that same hand, she grasped his arm, twisting it down. She brought her other hand to his elbow, forcing the arm into an even more extreme angle. The man cried out, falling to his knees.

  “Don’t touch me,” she managed to breathe through gritted teeth. Her heart still punched her ribs, but she kept a straight, though a little pale, face. The man bobbed his head in agreement and she let his arm go with a shove. Catching her job sheet from where it fell, she folded it and turned to leave the tavern, forcing her bile back down.

  “I love them feisty,” the man mumbled from the ground, laughing.

  Cleo stopped, her hand closing in a fist.

  All of her life, she had been taught to let it go. To not respond to insults. To not defend herself. But that was not what adventurers did. And she wasn’t letting anyone belittle her any longer.

  The man was still laughing when she turned back to him, and her fist met his jaw with a hard smack. He was unconscious before he hit the ground.

  2

  Under the trees, Cleo had no reason to conceal herself any longer. She let her hood drop back, her blond hair moving with the breeze. Resting her hand over the hilt of her sword, she felt as if she was in an adventure. The warmth of the sun as its rays spilled down her face, the chirping of birds… She didn’t even mind walking some miles to the place where she’d find the goblins.

  Even with that scare in the morning, she still felt like she could do it. Covering
her chest with a hand, Cleo felt her heart beating against her palm. She had been so mentally prepared to fight monsters, she completely oversaw having to get rid of humans.

  Cleo wasn’t a fool. She knew the pleasures of the flesh. She had touched herself here and there, and she had convinced one of the guards to fuck her once - she had been really mad with her father and felt like ruining her virginity would make him let her join the guard. It didn’t. But even if Cleo understood all of that, no other person besides herself ever made her feel good.

  She palmed her breast again, testing, forcing her fingers around her nipple. But it didn’t have the same effect. No electricity shot through her veins.

  Confused, she shrugged and focused on following the road.

  Though she didn’t mind walking that much, the muscles of her legs began to ache. She looked up, finding the sun drifting west. She might have been walking for almost three hours now. She frowned, sure the village on the warning was closer than this.

  Her stomach grumbled, so she decided to eat something on the side of the road for lunch and rest her legs before setting out once more. She wouldn’t be able to take on any goblins if she was weak from hunger.

  Entering the trees, she walked a dozen steps before finding a large tree with nice, tall roots she could lean on. The immense treetop shaded the grass under it nicely. Unclasping her cloak, she laid it down like a sheet. Taking a piece of bread and an apple out of her pouch, she sat and ate slowly, letting her muscles relax. Eating under a tree made her feel so much of an adventurer she couldn’t believe!

  She finished her small lunch minutes later, too soon for her legs to have rested properly. Massaging her exposed calf and thigh, she watched the Sun. She still had some hours before sunset. Since she wasn’t in a hurry to arrive, Cleo took her sheathed sword out of its belt and laid it beside her. She stretched her body over the cloak, the warmth of the day lulling her to sleep.

  A fifteen-minutes rest would be all she needed to get back on the road.

  But when Cleo woke, blinking the sleep from her eyes, it was utterly dark.

  She was laying chest-down, probably having turned in her long sleep. Sighing deeply, she let her body awake slowly. It was too dark for her to reach the village now. She adjusted her legs to a more comfortable position, lifting a knee without worrying to expose the nakedness under her skirt. She would get up and think of what to do in a moment…

  A branch broke just behind her. Cleo froze, completely alert in a second.

  Why the hell did she fall asleep in a forest? There were animals! She had to be out of her mind. If she got killed by a bear in her first day… She could already imagine her family sighing and shaking their heads, agreeing that’s what they expected of her.

  A thud and the crashing of grass indicated a heavy animal approaching.

  Not a bear, she prayed to anyone who would hear. She pressed her eyes closed, forcing her breathing to even out. She couldn’t fight a bear in the dark. And it was too close for her to jump up, fetch her sword and run. Hell, it could possibly outrun her.

  Remembering the survival tips she had read so many times, she pretended to be dead. She wouldn’t move a muscle. She slowed her breathing to the max. This way, the bear would just sniff her and let it go. This way, she could climb a tree to spend the night and hopefully, she’d learn her lesson.

  The slow, heavy thuds approached her even further. She knew she would see the beast if it was but a little less dark. Opening her eyes just an inch, she tried to see the bear, but in the darkness, all she could see was a large silhouette.

  Her heart beat faster when the sniffing started. A muzzle pushed against her right boot, then the left. She pressed her eyes shut. Hot air hit her calf, the bear taking in her smell. It sniffed further up her leg, a cold nose touching the inside of her knee. She held back a shiver though her skin prickled. The creature smelled her further up, the wet muzzle leaving a trail on her thigh.

  She didn’t dare move. She didn’t dare move even as one enormous paw landed just beside her left knee. She didn’t move a single muscle even as the hot blast of air reached under her skirt.

  Cleo cursed herself for having decided to use a skirt. Yes, it was comfortable. But right now, the smell of her cunt was definitely attracting the bear’s attention.

  It pushed a wet nose against her, sniffing, sniffing. Softness prodded against her lips, her clit. Against her own fear, for reasons unknown, a part of Cleo started to warm up. She pressed her teeth together not to emit a sound as the beast kept on touching her with that wet, soft protuberance. She felt herself going wet.

  Breathing in without making a sound, Cleo smelled the beast for the first time… It reeked of wet dog.

  Her mind raced.

  It was not a bear. Though they had bears in the kingdom, none had that size.

  It was a changeling. A werewolf.

  Though she forced herself, she couldn’t remember which moon was hanging on the sky on the previous night. She couldn’t remember how she could fight those beasts. They were discreet, avoiding human cities and few adventurers ever managed to kill one of them.

  She heard the moist noise when the beast opened its mouth. All her will was pinpointed in not showing any reaction when she felt the long tongue touching her cunt.

  It first met her clit, her aching clit, and ran up all the way to her asshole. She curled her toes inside her boots, clenching her jaw.

  Once more, the tongue licked all the way from her now swollen clit to her rear. She was taught how to suck a male to please her future husband, of course, but she was also taught a male was not expected to please a female the same way. She had no idea how good it could be.

  She started leaking. She couldn’t help that. She couldn’t help the warmth pooling deep inside her, the pleasure she was feeling. Her juices warmed her channel then leaked out from inside her, running to her clit. The beast stopped for a second, then licked it, using short strokes of its tongue over her clit.

  Cleo clutched her jaw harder. That was the best feeling in the world. With her whole skin tingling, she forced her knees down and very, very subtly, cocked her hip up. Just an inch. Just to expose her pussy a little more.

  The beast didn’t seem to notice and went on licking her clit. Cleo’s pleasure grew to a point she already had forgotten what was doing that to her and where. She ignored her surroundings completely, focusing solely on the pleasure building up, on the heat setting her blood in flames.

  She was so wet it didn’t matter how fast the beast licked her, her juices kept coming. Cocking her hip up another inch, she closed her hands in fists to keep herself from moaning.

  The fire building inside of her threatened to explode at any moment now. She wanted to move against the beast, she wanted to cry out and moan aloud, but a small part of her brain still kept her frozen against the floor, pretending to be dead.

  With the juices coating its tongue, the beast cocked its big head to seek for more. It wanted more of that delicious juice. Curling its tongue, it pressed against her entrance. Cleo held back a cry, wishing for it to lick her clit just a little longer. She knew she was close to that delicious edge.

  But the changeling’s tongue pressed for a moment before sliding inside of her. And it was so much better than she expected.

  She couldn’t help herself this time. It was completely natural. Her hip shot up against the beast’s muzzle, its wet nose pressing against her asshole. It sniffed hard as its tongue dived deep inside of her. Out it went for a moment before diving in once more.

  The cry escaping from Cleo was so desperate she didn’t even recognize her own voice. The orgasm exploded in her, white lights bursting on the back of her eyes. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her as the beast licked the inside of her channel, seeking the juices it seemed to love. She moaned aloud, not caring for her own life for a long moment. The orgasm blinding and deafening her was long and delicious and she couldn’t think of nothing else.<
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  Her juices spurted out of her in torrents and the changeling drank it all in as if it was some kind of addictive honey. Cleo shivered as it thoroughly cleaned her. With her heart punching her ribs, she let her muscles relax.

  Cold night air touched her exposed parts as the werewolf rose its head. She immediately missed the contact. Trying to look over her shoulder, she saw an enormous paw landing right next to her face. With a startle, she watched the beast shade her completely as it apparently climbed the tree with its front legs. She frowned, trying to understand.

  A moment later, she felt it. A big, meaty member pressing against her cunt.

  She gasped, but her body didn’t care for her own opinion. Her hip bucked up, seeking the beast’s cock.

  Her mind reeled. It wouldn’t fit. It would rip her open. She couldn’t take it.

  But at the same time, she wanted it, she craved it. Her hip pressed back on its own, the huge head pressing against her tight entrance. Though she feared, she knew she was soaking wet once more. Her muscles ached for more release.

  The head pressed against her cunt, stretching her. The pain shooting in her veins was laced with pleasure, though she couldn’t understand how. She thought a cry would leave her mouth, but it came out as a long moan.

  She was so freaking wet the head slid inside her.

  Cleo groaned long and deliciously, her muscles hugging the huge cock thankfully. It was nothing like the guard’s cock, oh no. It filled her so nicely. The beast groaned in time with her. She adjusted her knees, giving up completely on the whole make-believe and pressing her hip up against the beast. She wanted it all inside her, with pain and pleasure and everything it had to give her. It was wrong, so wrong, but so fucking good at the same time.

  Inch after inch, the huge cock entered her. With every push, a jolt of electricity ran in her veins. She took it all in, the veiny member stretching her to a point she thought she would never go back to normal. She would certainly wish for nothing else.