Village of Beginnings?

Wraith looked around, his eyes scanning the nearly barren viallge.

'Hmm. This village may look rough around the edges, but it's a staple for the game. Literally everyone starts here, more or less. The game itself chooses where we go. Told me itself, some time ago.'

Wraith wandered for a bit before stepping into a shop. Odd multi-colored smokes harassed him as he entered. Waving them out of his face, he saw a simple witch's cauldron and an ancient old lady beside it.

'Lv. 3 Baba'

He smirked to himself, stepping closer to the old lady messing around with the cauldron. Her dark robes were pulled over her head, but long white hair was easily seen tied to the robe itself. Her jawline was visible, but wrinkly beyond the face of a pug.

"Miss, could you help me?"

She bounced up, startled by the intruder.

"Eh? Who the hell... ah one a them adventurers coming about. Damn kids didn't even check my store for anything! Do they not have curiosity where you heathens come from?!"

She was visibly frustrated as she threw random ingredients into the cauldron.

"Sorry about them. I was otherwise involved for some time, but I had planned to come see you pretty early on. I just wish you didn't hide that beauty I've been wanting to see... Minerva."

Her breathing caught, but a soft cackle came from her.

"So you know who I am? God please just at least be pretending! I don't like this disguise..."

Wraith stepped closer, pressing his palms against her waist as it slimmed out. She grew taller, her hood reaching Wraith's nose.

"You're pretty tall... and you know my weak spot. So what are you here for?"

Wraith slipped her hood off, the old lady no more. Before him stood a white haired beauty, barely covered by the changed robe. It fell from her shoulders, barely holding her breasts inside. One long slender leg spilled out, wrapping around Wraith's thigh. Bright red eyes stared into his, her thin lips curling up slightly.

"You're not textbook handsome, but you're pretty cute. I wouldn't mind going a few rounds... but my legs are sealed. For now."

Wraith leaned into her, his hands pulling her closer.

"Minerva, I'll give you all the pleasure you could ever want... if you give me what you're hiding under this dress."

She smiled wickedly, lifting her dress away from her legs. Sexy black lace crossed Wraith's vision, staying within his sight as she kept the opened dress folded under her thick backside.

"Keep that promise, and I'll give you even my most prized panties."

Wraith face palmed inwardly. He knew of the kind of slutty person Minerva was, having bedded her a few times in his past, but he just couldn't fathom how she was always this way.

"So? Can I have it?"

Minerva pushed herself closer to Wraith.

"Take it. But just remember, my first time isn't cheap."

He sucked in air harshly.

'She... on no. Please don't tell me.'

"Minerva... could you keep your legs closed to all other men, if I can make things better for you?"

Minerva raised an eyebrow.

"The hell is this? I'm willing to fuck you, but now you wanna hold me down?"

Wraith rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Minerva... you're a beautiful woman, and you're incredibly sexualizing yourself. These adventurers, you do know they'll get stronger than you."

'Lv. 45 Minerva, Alchemist'

Wraith could see the realization dawn on her.

"You're saying they'll..."

"This isn't our world. They don't care for effect. They'll cause war and strife everywhere they don't care for. I'm willing to protect you."

In his past, Minerva was his greatest assistant within his empire. They crafted many powerful tonics and poisons together. Her lusty nature was just something he got along with, never asking about her past... or the scars she had hidden.

Wraith peered closer, noticing the supple white flesh that made up her thigh. Not a single mark marring her ivory skin.

"Shit... whatever. You promise to protect me from those bastards, I'll be your sex toy or whatever."

Her eyes were cloudy with desperation now.

"What if I were to say... I could make you a Divine Alchemist? Sex sounds fun, but we both like Alchemy, don't we?"

She clenched her legs together.

"You're an alchemist?! Holy shit... I'd drop my panties here and now if you could help me get better!"

Wraith coughed lightly. She was always incredibly forward, and she always got incredibly horny whenever they made something new.

"Minerva, go to Nender Kingdom. I have great plans for that place, and that includes the princess. I ask that you keep yourself safe, any means necessary. I'll come for you when I'm able to truly safeguard you."

Minerva pushed Wraith back a bit.

"You're being serious about me. I know I'm pretty and skilled at mixing potions and poisons, but can't you find any other skilled bitch?"

Wraith knew she was confident, but not overly so. She had no idea what she could become.

Tilting her chin up, he placed his mouth near her ears.

"I only want you."

Her legs buckled, turning her into jelly in his hands.

"If you don't come get me within two years, I'll fuck all the guards and let them impregnate me."

He simply patted her head, then lifted her to her feet.

"I'd tear them all into nothing but paste. Don't try my patience with that bluff."

"Then... show me what you can do! And no, we aren't gonna fuck... yet."