Onward Into The Labyrinth

It was his first time finding himself in such a situation, only able to think about how soft and smooth her skin felt. 

Compared to the maid at the Mather estate, Basil's body was not nearly as voluptuous, though it had its own benefits. 

"Don't be shy now, I don't bite," Basil told him as she leaned by his ear, moving his hands up to her chest. 

He appreciated all sizes of chests, finding even the small, but perky tits of the nymph more than pleasing to touch. 

All of the curious plants had left the hut, though he was still worried for his companion waking up to discover him in an unexplainable situation. 

Basil seemed to read his mind as she whispered to him, "Worry not about your friend; she will not wake for another hour, so until then—let us have our fun." 

It seemed as though "no" wasn't an answer for the excited nymph, nor did the young man wish to decline. Before he knew it, the petite woman was on top of him, straddling him with his pants down. 

"You don't have to do anything. Just relax and let me," Basil assured him with a smirk. 

He felt her hand gently guide his member, allowing it to line up with her special entrance. Something about being in the nymph's presence filled him with a sense of relaxation, welcoming it all. 

"…And there we go," Basil said with a sigh of pleasure as she lowered herself onto him. 

At that same moment, he felt his length become engulfed in a euphoric warmth. He felt more of a passenger in the experience, watching as the woman of magical origins moved to a carnal rhythm. 

While the rational part of his mind considered the possibility of his companion waking up to this inexplicable event, he ignored it. 

Up and down, the nymph moved on his shaft as if attempting to milk it. Each time her hips raised, the sensation of her walls clinging to his length filled him with ecstasy. 

"It's been ages since I've had a proper meal. The seed of a strong, proper man like yourself is a delicacy for nymphs," Basil told him between her lustful breaths. 

He hardly heard what she was saying, as his mind was occupied by the otherworldly pleasure he experienced. 

It was hard to tell if it lasted only a minute or an hour, only able to focus after the climax. For the nymph, it seemed all too casual as she slipped off of him and gave him a smile. 

As he straightened himself out, returning his coat to his body and his sword to his back, his companion awakened. 

"Emma–" Blake moved over, checking on her. 

There wasn't so much as a wince as the scarlet-haired archer managed to sit herself up on her own, "Blake?...I feel like I slept for a week." She said tiredly. 

"It's only been a bit over an hour. How's your leg feeling?" He asked. 

Emma slid her hand down, caressing her own calf that had been bandaged by the medicinal leaves. As she touched it, there wasn't any reaction of pain or discomfort. 

"It's…perfect?" Emma said, perplexed by her own discovery. 

Though Blake was surprised at how quickly what appeared to be such a heinous wound recovered, he felt his own shoulder, forgetting entirely it was pierced earlier. 

There was a smug expression from the nymph, who sat in the back, stirring leaves in a wooden bowl, softly moving her legs as she waved her foot in the air as if gesturing to the adventurers, "That would be the work of my rejuvenation treatments. You're welcome." Basil said. 

"Thank you very much!" Emma showed her gratitude, though also seemed more fearful of the nymph, much to the confusion of Blake. 

As they took their leave from the hospitable home of flowers, the two young adventurers found themselves questioning their next move, taking a new path down the labyrinth. 

"Is your leg really alright?" Blake asked, looking over at his companion as she walked beside him. 

"Mhm," Emma nodded. "It honestly feels better than ever. I'm sure glad that nymph chose to be friendly to us, though–that was scary."

"Was it?" Blake asked, a bit confused by the notion she gave. 

"Oh, yeah. From the stories I've heard, nymphs are extremely protective of their territory and will just outright kill you once you step foot in their areas," Emma explained. 

"Ah…" Blake said, realizing just how intimately close he came with such danger. 

Deeper into the mountainous labyrinth, it truly felt like a daunting maze to guide oneself through as he opted for a different route besides the corridor filled with goblin corpses. Going a different route from that that led them to the goblin lair, a new intersection led them into three choices. 

"I really hate choosing blindly," Emma said, looking at each path. 

"Yeah," Blake responded. 

As he turned to look down the right passage, a single step caused something to fall from his pocket. It wasn't something he recognized; a square-shaped leaf. He bent down to pick it up, retrieving it as he looked at the peculiar object. 

"What is it?" Emma asked. 

He gazed at the leaf before showing it to the archer, "That nymph…looks like she gave us some advice." 

There were two words carved meticulously onto the leaf: "Always left." 

The words of wisdom were repeated by the archer, who took the small note for herself to inspect. 

"Think it's true?" Emma asked, handing the leaf back over. 

He stuffed it into his pocket, "She practically saved our lives, right? I doubt she'd lie now." He reasoned. 

"You're right," Emma said, placing her hands on her hips as she raised an eyebrow at the rookie adventurer. "Seriously, she must really like you to help out like this."

"Something like that," he brushed the girl's remark aside, not wanting to divulge just how much it seemed the nymph had taken a liking to him. 

Deciding to trust the only information they had to go on, he led them down the left corridor, branching off into a new chamber. It merged into a two-story room built of old stone, housing a small pond in its center. 

There were some valuables scattered, along with a wooden chest, covered in overgrowth, laying dormant in the tranquil area. 

"Treasure!" Emma immediately recognized, hopping down from the second level. 

"Careful," he called out, jumping down after her as he surveyed the area for any potential danger. 

The avaricious archer practically skipped over to the chest with an ear-to-ear smile, "Yeah, yeah! I know to check if it's a mimic!" She responded. 

Blake found the chamber clear of any threats, looking down at the clear pond in the center of the chamber. The cloak-wearing archer used her bow to tap against the top of the old chest, finding a hollow sound returning and no teeth lashing out. 

"All clear," Emma happily claimed. 

With glee, the lid of the chest was lifted up by the archer. Likely being untouched for so long, dust breathed out as it was opened up, bringing the girl to cough as she flipped the lid up. 

"Anything in there?" Blake asked, walking over. 

Emma used her hand to brush away the dust from in front of her before opening her eyes again, reaching into the dusty compartment. 

"Ermm…" The girl said, retrieving what was left within as she returned to her feet. 

"Yeah?" Blake asked curiously. 

Presented by the red-haired girl was a dusty, wooden flute that looked as though it'd been sitting there for decades, at least. 

"My treasure…" Emma sulked in disappointment. 

Blake held the aged instrument in his hand carefully, feeling as though it were brittle enough to break from one, untimely touch, "Maybe it's an antique? Could sell it to a collector?" He reasoned. 

"It's worthless, Blake," Emma said with a groan. 

"Well, let's keep moving. Left seems good so far," Blake reasoned, leading the way as he gestured for the disheartened treasure seeker to follow.