Nah, this ain't an NYPD fantasy.

The tall vixen slowly turns and begins slowly strutting towards a hallway.

Ixy begrudgingly lowers her weapon while still staring daggers at you. You get up thankful that you don't have any table or roof lodged anywhere it shouldn't be. Oddly you seem completely fine, if not for being disoriented.

You follow Almara through the house, her shapely rear keeping you erect as you try not to stare. The tight fabric of her skirt hugs her curves as her hips shift enticingly. The clicking of heels times itself with your heartbeat and throbbing of your loins. You are only pulled away by the swish of a tail that makes you realise how unnatural this entire situation is.

You clear your throat, "Thanks for the... hospitality. I'm not sure if this is rude to mention, but you're red."

Almara giggles, Yes dear, quite. We get visitors semi regularly from other worlds, but you seem quicker on the uptake than most. No throwing up, crying out in existential dread or even a psychological breakdown masturbation session. You'll see a lot of new things here."

You focus on a specific part of what she said, "Other worlds?"

She stops suddenly, the head of your member gently touching the warmth of the small of her back. You hold back a wincing moan as you lightly shudder. You feel the base of her tail massage the tip of your length briefly.

Almara purrs, "A lot of new experiences too."

She says these words in a sultry tone and looks back at you with a lustful gaze under full eyelashes. She turns around and proceeds to open the door to a bedroom.

As she steps forward she speaks to you in her soothing, mature voice, "Please don't mind the mess, I wasn't expecting suitors for myself on my daughter's birthday."

She struts towards a large wardrobe as you take in the sights of the round, pillowy bed with satin trimmings. It's a deeper red than her hair, and looks like what you'd find in a master suite of a love hotel.... Is that a sex toy by the covers?

Almara turns towards you and invites you closer with a finger, "Ah Ah. No peaking under the covers. You'll see more soon enough. Now come help me with this."

You step towards her noticing a few more toys strewn about. "Five, Six...well she know what she likes," you muse in your thoughts, distracted again.

This doesn't last as you're pulled from your thoughts by the feeling of slender fingers around your shaft.

Almara pulls you to her side in front of the wardrobe, one hand ruffling through clothes the other firmly on you, "Let's see, you strike me as the tall, dark and handsome type. So we want something sleek and flexible with just a touch of intimidation."

As she speaks the busty milf begins to stroke your length slowly. Her soft hands carry a surprising amount of heat and you feel your shaft melt pleasingly into her touch. her fingers nimbly run back and forth, from tip to base, applying pressure with the focus of a woman who shouldn't be absentmindedly humming to herself as she gives you the best handjob of your life with one hand and looks through a closet with the other.

She continues to speak as you moan weakly from her treatment. The treatment and maybe from the shock of what's happening leaving you weak in the knees. Do you have a concussion maybe? Your first stop should have been a hospital. How often does this happen and why are you this calm? The feeling at your waist pulls you back into the now. Her thumb presses firmly at the tip of your dick, massaging your cockhead and forcing your precum to the tip, making the handjob even slicker.

She continues speaking to you as if this is the most normal thing in the world, "So I'm thinking something like this, with a hooded cape. Every adventurer needs a hood, I can't press that enough. You fell through the roof without any major injuries. No signs of bruising. So you have been gifted with a rather sturdy build so you don't need anything heavy."

As Almara's hand moves up to the head she swirls her thumb over the tip and she moves faster, "Yep, this'll do it. Now this might be a tight fit so let's help you put this away so you can fit into these hun."

She creeps even closer to you with a sultry smile, you feel the warmth of her thigh rest against yours as she brings you closer to fruition. Her hand is moving aggressively, never managing to nick you with her manicured nails and gliding inhumanly across your skin despite the lack of lubricant. She has you on the edge as her hot hand pulls you with exquisite pressure. You feel her hand rub you with a grip loose enough to not restrict your blood flow, but tight enough that her fingers seem to glide between the veins and contours of your shaft, giving every inch of you the perfect squeeze as your balls begin to churn for a familiar release. It's only been a few minutes. You last longer than this, but as you try to pull back some semblance of control over your own dick she leans in close.

"Cum for me....then we can get to things more exciting than my hand." Her words finish with that now familiar giggle.

That did it. You sprayed your load all over her wardrobe. Rope after rope of warm baby batter shoots out of you. You hit a coat, several shoes, something with feathers. You see little white balls in your vision as the lightning tingle of an orgasm rocks your body. You breath deep and feel momentary weakness as you're brought to the bed and laid down.

Almara licks her hand while staring you in the eyes. You see all the cum you shot into the wardrobe floating and gathering into a ball out of the corner of your eye, "And next..."

She drops the clothes on your sensitive flagging erection and elicits a sharp hiss of air from you.

"Get dressed so we can have a better idea of what we're working with. I have a new cake to bake after all. And you need a proper introduction." She swings her hips as she walks out of the room leaving you to put yourself together.

You look over the clothing, rugged spandex, but it feels cool to the touch so it must be breathable "....how the hell do I put this on?"