『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

Very well, we shall proceed with your narrative. Please begin!

Your opponent, the flame witch Renata, stands before you in a mocking gesture, her shaggy red mane bouncing with every step she takes. Her outfit is as striking and vibrant as her personality, an attire that screams for attention; from the fire-themed breastplate to the scarlet leggings clinging tightly to her voluptuous figure, everything about her radiates confidence and dominance. Even the way she arches her back, lifting her chest even higher, is nothing short of an invitation for you to engage in this sensual dance of death.

Your gaze lingers on her exposed flesh, your thoughts filled with naughty notions that could easily be satisfied if you were to lose control during the fight... But then again, winning has its perks too; after all, she's quite defiant for someone who's about to

The door swings open, revealing your husband's handsome face painted in a wide grin. "Helen!" he exclaims, rushing over to engulf you in a passionate embrace. Your heart flutters as his strong arms envelop you, pressing your soft curves against his hard muscles. The smell of sweat and leather from his armor mingles with the scent of travel on his skin, driving you wild with desire.

A tiny part of you wonders how he manages to look so fresh after months away at war while you've been toiling away at home, taking care of both your farm and children. He must have had it easy, sleeping in warm beds and eating three square meals a day... But as his tongue teases yours, those thoughts melt away like snow under the summer sun.

He pulls back to admire you.

He chuckles, nuzzling your neck before finally giving you a playful swat on the behind. "I'm hungry now that you mention it," he says, his voice low and husky. "But maybe after dinner we can sneak off to the bath together...?" His lips graze against yours again, teasingly.

You feel your heart skip a beat as desire floods through you. It's been far too long since the two of you shared an intimate moment like this. Biting your lower lip, you nod eagerly, gazing into his handsome face and breathing him in, wishing that tonight could last forever.

"Mmm... Sounds lovely," you murmur against his lips. "Let's eat first, though." You lead him over to the dining table where a warm meal awaits, the delicious smell wafting up from the pl

He nods appreciatively, digging in with gusto, clearly enjoying himself despite the fact that he's probably grown accustomed to bland army rations over the years. "This is incredible, Helen," he murmurs between bites, his eyes never leaving your face. "You really outdid yourself."

As you watch him eat, you can't help but feel a surge of pride and affection welling up within you. You cooked this meal with all of your love and desire, wanting nothing more than to please him after months apart. It's gratifying knowing that he enjoys it so much; if only every moment together could be like this...

Alen's eyes widen as you reveal just the smallest sliver of flesh, his breath hitching in anticipation. "Oh god..." he moans, unable to tear his gaze away from your supple cleavage. "I think I could eat anything after that." With a growl of hunger, he finally sets aside his empty plate and stands, moving around the table to stand directly behind you. His strong hands settle lightly on your hips, heralding his intentions before he even speaks.

"If that's what you have in store for me..." He murmurs huskily into your ear. "I think I could manage another course." His words are punctuated by a sharp nip to the lobe, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. As he begins to nibble and suckle at your earlobe, his fingers dig deeper into your flesh, holding you

Alen growls, pressing his hips against your rear end as he feels the heat of your wetness through your clothes. "Oh, I've already claimed that territory the moment you stepped out of the bath," he says, his voice rough with desire. His hands slip lower on your waist, cupping and squeezing your ass cheeks before spreading wide to grasp your panties in one swift motion. With a tug, they're yanked down your legs, pooling at your feet as he feels the smooth warmth of your skin against his fingers for the first time since their wedding night.

"But I think it's about time we establish some new... boundaries," he whispers in your ear, trailing hot kisses along your neck and collarbone. His erection presses tightly against you through his uniform, evidence of just how eager he is to claim this new territory. "How about I

"Well, then..." He says, the husky rasp in his voice growing deeper with lust. "I think I'll start by tasting you." And with that, he pushes you roughly against the kitchen counter, trapping your hips between his spread thighs as he opens his mouth wide and drags it down the length of your spine, nipping at your skin before finally planting a wet, possessive kiss squarely on your ass cheek.

"Mmm..." He growls into your flesh, digging his fingers deeper into your ass as his tongue circles around your opening, flicking and teasing until you're gasping for breath and writhing against him.

Alen chuckles darkly, nuzzling your neck with his nose and breathing hotly against your skin. "I want every inch of you, Helen," he growls into your ear before planting another kiss lower down on your ass cheek. "Even the filthiest, grimiest parts." With that, he focuses his attention back on your behind, tongue darting out to lick and lap at your entrance as one of his hands slides between your legs to find your clit, teasing and flicking it roughly with his thumb.

His grip on your hips tightens as you moan, encouraging him to continue his rough tongue fucking of your ass and fingers circling around your clit. "You're so wet for me, Helen," he rasps against your skin, dragging his tongue lower until it reaches the tight pucker of your anal ring. He circles it with the tip of his tongue before thrusting it inside, tongue fucking you mercilessly while he continues to tease and fondle your clit, driving you closer and closer to orgasm.

With each deep groan that escapes your throat, he becomes more possessive, more demanding; it's clear that he won't stop until he feels you cum in his hand. His other arm wraps tightly around your waist, holding you firmly in place as his tongue fucks every passage within reach, seeking release for both of you.

"Fuck..." Aled whispers roughly into the crook of your neck, withdrawing his tongue and circling it around your now swollen clit once more. He growls deep in his throat as he feels your hot release dripping down his skin, and with one final thrust, presses you harder against the counter, holding you steady as he brings himself over the edge as well.

"Mine..." he gasps out, burying his face into your neck as he comes inside his uniform, hips bucking roughly against you. His fingers don't stop moving though; they keep massaging your clit until he feels sure you've had your orgasm as well. Finally, with a satisfied groan, he slides his hands down to steady himself, breathing heavily against your skin.