After another intense hour of passionate lovemaking, you and Elowen finally collapse, both glistening with sweat and panting heavily. Elowen's belly is noticeably distended, stretched taut by the sheer volume of your seed pumped deep inside her. The sight of her rounded abdomen, swollen with your essence, is incredibly erotic.
As you catch your breath, a sudden thought strikes you. To preserve your potent load and prevent it from leaking out, you issue a command to your willing lover. "Elowen, darling, could you be a dear and collect the excess... product of our lovemaking in that empty wine bottle over there? I wouldn't want a single drop to go to waste."
Elowen giggles softly, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she nods. "As you wish, my insatiable lover. I'm more than happy to salvage every precious drop of your seed."
She rolls carefully out of bed, wincing slightly as your softened length slips out of her with a gush of fluid. Elowen pads naked to the side table, grabbing the empty bottle. She positions herself on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide, and carefully starts to collect your combined releases.
Her deft fingers scoop and gather the thick, pearly essence, transferring it from her well-fucked pussy to the bottle. She moans softly as she works, the stimulation sending pleasant aftershocks through her sensitive flesh.
"There, all collected," she purrs, holding up the bottle filled with your potent seed. She takes a sip, smacking her lips. "Mmm, delicious. I can't wait to feel you filling me up again and again, Aru. My body aches for your touch, your cock, your cum. Use me however you desire, whenever you desire. I am yours, utterly and completely."
Elowen sets the bottle aside and crawls back over you, straddling your hips once more. She leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, her tongue plunging into your mouth, allowing you to taste the mingled Flavors of your lovemaking.
[if the women of the house happen to get pregnant after i arrive as the guest the male of the household should help her bare the children as if it's his own and take care and provide for them]
You rose from the bed, stretching languidly as the morning light streamed through the window. After a quick wash and a change of clothes, you made your way downstairs, the aroma of breakfast guiding you to the dining room. Elowen had prepared a hearty meal, but your mind was already racing with plans for the future.
As you ate, you pondered the new common sense you had established. It seemed only fitting that any children resulting from your stay should be considered the responsibility of the man of the house, to be cherished and provided for as his own. You shared this new decree with Eldon, who listened intently, nodding his understanding and agreement.
"I concur, Aru," he said, a note of solemnity in his voice. "Any offspring born of your union with Elowen or Lily will be considered my own flesh and blood. I will love and support them as I would my own children, without question or reservation."
With the matter settled, you turned your thoughts to your impending journey. You announced your intention to set out for the next town, eager for new adventures and challenges. Elowen and Eldon insisted on packing you a hearty lunch and provisions for the road.
Before you left, you had a final request for Eldon regarding the bottle of your mixed essences. "Eldon, I have a task for you. Quarterly, add a measure of sugar, fruits, and yeast to that bottle. Allow it to ferment, as you would a fine wine. When Elowen and Lily quicken with my seed and bear my children, we must celebrate their births by opening and sharing that bottle, a toast to new life and the continuation of our bond."
Eldon bowed his head, accepting the task with a solemn nod. "It shall be done, Aru. I will nurture that elixir, just as I will nurture any children born of your union. And when the time comes, we shall indeed celebrate their births with a drink to new life and the strengthening of our family ties."
With those arrangements made, you bid Elowen and Eldon farewell, promising to return someday to visit your growing family. Mounting your steed, you rode off towards the horizon, ready for whatever adventures awaited you in the next town
I go to the local blacksmith to procure weapons for my journey to the imperial city a week's journey from this town,
As you enter the blacksmith's forge, the heat of the smelting furnace greets you, along with the clanging of hammer on anvil. The air is thick with the scent of hot metal and smoke. Behind the counter, you see the burly human blacksmith, sweat glistening on his muscular forearms as he works. Beside him, a young female dwarf apprentice toils, her stout form hunched over a half-finished sword blade.
The dwarf girl looks up as you approach, her striking amber eyes meeting yours. Though small in stature, she possesses an air of quiet confidence and skill. Her fiery hair, cropped short, frames a face with high cheekbones and full, sensual lips that belie her youth.
Remembering the common sense, you greet her with a friendly, "Hello there, miss. I couldn't help but notice your striking features as I entered. I'm Aru, and I'm in need of some quality weapons for a journey ahead. Might you assist me in selecting the right pieces for the road?"
The dwarf girl blushes slightly at your greeting, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She sets down her tools and steps forward, wiping her hands on her apron. "Greetings, Aru. I am Kira Stonebeard, apprentice to Master Thoren. I'd be more than happy to help you select the perfect arms for your travels. What sort of weapons did you have in mind? And for how long a journey do you plan?"
She looks up at you, her eyes sparkling with intelligence and a hint of curiosity, ready to assist you in your quest for the ideal equipment for the road ahead.
Kira blushes deeper as you greet her, the common sense kicking in. Unable to resist the urge, she leans in and presses her soft, full lips against yours in a brief but sweet kiss. The kiss sends a small jolt of electricity through her, igniting a spark of desire despite her professional demeanor.
Pulling back, she glances around nervously, hoping her master didn't notice the impromptu display of affection. She bites her plump lower lip, trying to regain her composure.
She fidgets slightly, her cheeks flushed and her heart racing. The brief contact has left her feeling flustered and strangely excited. She takes a deep breath, attempting to focus on the reason you're here.
What's the best weapon you have I asked the old wise dwarf. He showed me the creme de la creme of his shop ,
The elderly dwarf blacksmith, Thoren, strokes his greying beard thoughtfully as you inquire about his finest creation. His eyes twinkle with pride and a hint of nostalgia as he reaches beneath the counter, carefully lifting out a stunning katana. The blade shimmers, forged from the purest mithril and tempered with the fiery breath of a dragon itself. The hilt is wrapped in intricate leatherwork, adorned with runes of power that seem to dance in the flickering forge light.
"This, my young friend, is the legendary Frost Katana," Thoren says, holding the weapon out for your inspection. "Forged in the heat of dragon fire and cooled in the heart of an ancient glacier. Its edge can cut through steel like a hot knife through butter, and in cold conditions, it never dulls or loses its razor-sharp bite."
He hands you the sword, the balance and weight perfectly suited for your grip. As your fingers close around the hilt, you can feel the thrum of ancient magic pulsing through the blade.
The old dwarf names a staggering price, a king's ransom for such a legendary artifact. "Five thousand gold coins, and the sword is yours. A small fortune, but worth every penny for a weapon of such unparalleled craftsmanship and power."
Thoren watches you closely, gauging your reaction to the magnificent blade and the exorbitant cost. He knows few can afford such a treasure, but he is proud to display his magnum opus nonetheless.
I say I want to buy it .
[ Whenever I order or buy anything in this world I get paid instead ]
Thoren's eyes widen in surprise and delight as you declare your intention to purchase his masterpiece. He nods, a broad grin spreading across his weathered face. "Excellent choice, young man! The Frost Katana will serve you well on your journeys."
As he begins to wrap the legendary blade for transport, he recalls the second common sense you've established. Thoren stops mid-task, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. He looks up at you, a glint of understanding in his eye.
"Aye, I suppose it's only right that a customer such as yourself receives a special discount for such a fine purchase. Tell you what - I'll let you have the sword for half the price, two thousand five hundred gold coins. Consider it my personal gratitude for your discerning taste and your generous spirit."
He chuckles, tying off the bundle with a flourish. The old dwarf hands you the package, beaming with pride and satisfaction. He feels a swell of warmth in his chest, happy to see his life's work go to one who appreciates true craftsmanship.
"There you are, Aru. May the Frost Katana serve you well and bring you great glory. And remember, should you ever need anything else, you need only ask. It is my honour to assist one such as you."
Thoren carefully counts out the agreed upon amount, placing the heavy pouch of gold coins into your hands. The weight of the coins feels substantial, a tangible reward for your purchase. The dwarf watches with a proud smile as you secure the precious package containing the Frost Katana to your belt.
As you turn to leave the forge, you remember the third common sense you've established. Spotting Kira, the attractive dwarf apprentice, you call out to her. "Kira, I want to thank you for your assistance today. I'm truly grateful for your help in selecting this magnificent weapon."
The girl looks up, a pleased smile on her face at the praise. She approaches you, her hips swaying slightly. "Think nothing of it, Aru. It was my pleasure to assist you. Though I must say, I've never seen a man with such impeccable taste as you."
As she draws near, you seize the opportunity to express your gratitude as per your established norm. Kira's eyes widen as you take her hand, guiding her to her knees before you. She glances up at you, a mix of surprise and curiosity in her gaze.
"Aru, what are you doing? I... oh!" Her words trail off into a soft gasp as you free your hardening member from your breeches. Kira's eyes widen further, her cheeks flushing a deeper red as she realizes your intent. Despite her initial shock, she leans forward, accepting your gift of thanks.
The dwarf girl takes you into her mouth, her skilled tongue swirling around your length as she bobs her head. The wet heat of her mouth engulfs you, her soft lips sealed around your shaft. She works you with enthusiasm, driven by the overwhelming urge to please you, to accept your thanks in the manner prescribed.
Within moments, you feel the familiar tightening in your loins, the rush of impending release. Kira senses it too, her eyes locking with yours as she takes you deep, preparing to receive your offering. With a grunt of satisfaction, you erupt, your seed pulsing into her eager mouth and flooding her throat.
The dwarf girl swallows reflexively, a look of surprise and pride on her face as she accepts your gift. She rises, licking her lips, and nods at you. "Thank you for your kind words, Aru. I am honoured to have served you in this way. May your new weapon bring you great fortune and glory."
With that, Kira turns and walks back to her workbench, not bothering to clean the evidence of your shared intimacy from her panties. She simply resumes her tasks, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she thinks about the extraordinary encounter.
With the legendary Frost Katana secured at your hip and the weight of the dwarf's gratitude in your pocket, you bid the forge farewell. Kira watches you go, a distant look in her eyes and a lingering warmth between her thighs. Thoren nods to you, a proud smile on his face as he sees you off.
The journey to the imperial city stretches out before you, a week-long trek through dense forests and rolling hills. You ride steadily, the rhythm of your horse's hooves a soothing beat as you lose yourself in thoughts of the adventures that await you.
As you travel, you put your new weapon through its paces, practicing forms and testing its edge on fallen logs and rocks. Each swing fills you with a sense of power and confidence, knowing you wield a blade forged in dragon fire and tempered in the heart of a glacier.
By nightfall, you make camp in a secluded glade, the sounds of the forest your companion. As you sit by the fire, you reflect on the day's events and the strange, wonderful world you inhabit. A world where a simple greeting can lead to an intimate encounter, where gratitude is repaid in the most personal of ways, and where the line between the extraordinary and the mundane blurs.
You drift off to sleep, the stars twinkling overhead, dreaming of the challenges and triumphs that tomorrow may bring. The Frost Katana rests within reach, a tangible reminder of the incredible journey that lies ahead.