You recollect your thoughts

Once you’ve recovered from the shock of the sudden make-out session, your mind begins to wander to the circumstances you currently find yourself in.

Clearly, you’re not dead, so that is indeed a plus. In addition, it seems that the town you’re in is both friendly to outsiders and prosperous, if the status of the drow woman was anything to go by. And then there’s the ‘guest’s privilege’ which seems to just be “women have to kiss you.” That’s certainly not something you’re going to complain about.

All in all, you seem to have lucked into a fairly decent situation. You can certainly see yourself resting here until you get your strength back. Your thoughts are open as the door opens once more, and a young woman comes in carrying a bowl of soup.

“Mother told me to bring your food” comes her slightly surly voice as she sets the bowl down on the table beside your bed. She seems to hesitate for a second, before leaning over and planting a gentle kiss on your lips. It’s much more chaste than the one her mother gave you, and you don’t get the feeling of massive tits pressed against you, but her pouty lips are still very enjoyable. You could certainly get used to kissing beautiful women.

Eventually she pulls away, her face blushing darkly. “D-dont get the wrong idea” she seeks meekly, before straightening her dress and regaining her composure. “Enjoy your meal” she says, before quickly walking off, her cute ass swaying behind her as she does.

The confirmation of the fact that all women of this house are seemingly obligated to make out with you doesn’t distract you from the delicious nature of the soup. It’s both hearty and filling, with a distinct taste of spice, and you feel your strength returning. With a flourish, you stand up, placing a hand on the wall to prevent yourself from falling. Slowly, you begin to walk to the doorway, opening the unlocked door and peering out.

It’s a quaint house, and you seem to be on the bottom floor, judging by the ground visible outside a window. Ahead of you lies a small hallway, and you can sense a delicious smell coming from the end of it. You make your way down the hall, soon finding yourself in a small kitchen, with both your host and her daughter present.

“Oh!” comes the older woman’s cheery voice, “I see you’ve gotten some of your strength back.

“It was the soup, I feel, it invigorated me like nothing else I’ve tasted” you say graciously, bowing slightly out of respect for your host, even as you notice she’s wearing an extremely revealing apron that shows off her magnificent tits.

She beams at your compliment, clearly proud that you liked her food. “Come and sit by my daughter, I’m just preparing a proper breakfast. Feel free to join.” You follow her advice, drawing up a chair next to the younger drow.