Take it slow

I step to the side of the podium and gently grab her under her chin. I lean in and plant a light smooch on her soft cheek. She smiles as I pull away and say, “I’ll see you tonight, beautiful.” I send a wink her way as I step back. A nod to Dale behind you, which he returns solemnly. He’s clearly nervous but he’ll make it through.

As I walk away I hear Dalia say, “Don’t worry, dear, I won’t give you a smooch unless you want it.” I hear an audible sigh of relief. He is surprisingly innocent for being very much gay (non-derogatory). Bless his heart. It seems like he never told his two “buddies” that his love of men extended beyond a brotherly bond. I hope he’ll be more open here. He won’t really have to tell anyone that anyways, they’ll just read his Card. Good for him, I chuckle to myself.

I step out from the shadow of the portcullis and behold Arch Street. Aptly named since it starts where the arch of the main entrance ends and there are also periodical stone arches continuing down its length. There isn’t really any need for transports of supplies or merchant goods, so this street serves as more of a town square than an actual road. Neatly cobbled together with stones of light gray and beige, the road itself is bisected by neatly maintained beds of flowers acting as a meridian. I inhale deeply through my nose and smell the early summer air. The sweetness of the flowers (and a little bit of the dirt they’re planted in), freshly baked bread, wafts of ale and street food and the indescribable smell of sex.

Wait, huh? No yeah, that’s definitely the smell of sex. I decide to look around again and notice what my brain didn’t quite catch the last time. The city hasn’t really been here all that long but this part of town is decently busy with people of all sorts of folk. I see men, women and everything in between milling around in all stages of dress or undress. Some are wearing casual adventuring clothes, others cheaper ‘peasant wear’, but the majority of people are wearing skimpy or sexy outfits that make their bodies look as good as possible and another small population are wearing nothing at all.

A darker skinned man and a purple skinned woman with horns who sit on the edge of the planter together are not just having a pleasant conversation, their clothes are hung off of a small bush and they’re taking turns blowing each other while the other person talks. Four girls are sat around a table outside a cafe and each have their fingers deep in the person to their left. Their long elven ears twitch when their partner hits a good spot and blushes appear on their reddening faces. Directly to my right, up against the wall I had just stepped out of was a busty blonde with such a low cut dress and short skirt that I wondered why she wore clothes at all. As I look closer and see her barely restrained breasts swinging and heaving below her and the clap of hips on skin behind, I realize she wears that because it’s absolutely, positively boner inducing. Her hands are up against the dark gray stone while her bottom half was getting recklessly plowed by a dick-girl in the skimpiest bikini armor I have ever seen.

My dick starts to harden immediately in my trousers. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The sun is shining down straight above the wide plaza-like street and everybody is just…fucking. I’d masturbate right here if I didn’t know that I could probably just walk up to someone and either proposition them or shove it right in.

Stepping forward and slowly striding down the street I’m simultaneously extremely interested in every little thing going on and also extremely overwhelmed. A stray thought distracts me and my mind latches onto it like a safety rope.

That kiss that Dalia gave I was so goddess damned pleasant. I touched my lips, still feeling her phantom lips pressing against yours. I unconsciously look around as I walk down the road looking at all the women that I would want to kiss (or more). My thoughts spiral into this idea, and I wonder if it is possible to institute some sort of greeting for myself. Like any person who looks at my Card would know that I wanted to be kissed or groped a little as an opening to my conversation. Ya know, tickle my balls a little bit.

That would be nice if cute girls would greet me with a kiss any way they felt comfortable doing. A new section on my card appears with an ethereal ping titled ‘Preferred Greetings’ with ‘Kiss me however you’d like - Women Only’ underneath it.

Ahhh, I see.

I guess that having this Card is fundamentally the same thing as having an actual physical sheet of paper to write on. I’m getting the hang of it, slowly but surely.

I should go greet lots of people, that sounds like a good plan. Not just for kissing everyone, of course, just so that I can get to know people quickly. And kiss them too while you’re at it. But that’s only a bonus.

Finished with that particular train of thought, sounds from around I start filtering in again. I hear snippets of various conversations and I curiously glance from side to side, but one in particular catches my eyes and ears.

A tall, muscular half-orc man is ordering two meat skewers at a street vendor’s booth. The small woman who is running the stand nods and climbs up on the counter, putting her legs on either side of the burly green skinned man. “That’ll be 8 LE for you, good sir. Cash or…deposit?” She looks up at him with puppy dog eyes and bites her lip, lifting her skirt up to show a bare shaven pussy underneath. The half-orc grinned and fished his thick rod out from below his loincloth and pressed it against her already dripping entrance. Their moans slowly faded into the background as more interactions took the forefront.

Two women were side by side on a raised platform. Their hands and head bound in a stockade, forcing them to be constantly bent at the hip with their top and bottom holes always ready to be filled. One is a nicely tanned catgirl with white hair, ears and tail and a sizable chest and butt as well as a deeply muscular frame. An amazonian catgirl of some sort? The other is a bit more lithe with medium breasts and a slender frame and butt. Bunny ears sprouted from the top of her head, the same light brown as her long hair. Was that a rabbitfolk or a grasswalker? I’m ashamed to say but I have no idea of the difference between them anatomically and I’ve never met either kind before.

Though I do know much of the various humanoid races, this knowledge eludes me. Most of the texts speak on the fact that they are different but neither give information on how the races diverged nor on the differences between them. I pull my small note-taking notebook out of my backpack and scribble down a reminder to look further into this while I am here.

I read the sign at the front of the platform as I approach, ‘Please enjoy these Public Use Cumsluts, free of charge! Please be rough <3’. There was a small line of people that trailed down the stairs waiting to ‘use’ them. The girls were already howling in pleasure with the way they were already being manhandled. Their tails and hair being tugged on or used as handles as they were rammed from behind, never knowing whose dick or fingers or tongue was inside them. Occasionally someone would come around and use their mouths or hands, in which case their cries were silenced or muffled. I focused on them with my mental enhancements and saw that they were probably having the best time of their lives right now. If they didn’t want something to happen to them, the instigator would be pushed away. But based on the fact that every hole was dripping with semen, I don’t think that was ever a case for however long this had been happening today.

The catgirl, whose name I saw is Nin, swallowed a fresh load and as the man moved away from her face, she made direct eye contact with me as she licked her lips clean of cum. She made an extra show of it once she noticed I was watching. I felt the connection go from one-way to two-way as we are now both looking at each others’ Cards. Her eyes flit down to my visibly tented pants and mouths the words, ‘Can I see it?’. Her curiosity is too much to handle and I find myself quickly unbuckling my belt and letting my one-eyed snake free for the world to see. It stands bobbing at attention under the intense stare of the lusty catgirl. I’m still about ten feet away from her even though I had inched unconsciously closer to the edge of the platform.

She smiles and her eyes narrow while her pupils dilate. I realize she’s purring as she ogles my shaft openly. She purses her lips and gives me little air kisses, inviting me closer.

Obligingly, I hop up onto the platform. I get some disapproving stares from the people waiting in line but they soften as they see I was invited directly. Some stares dropped downwards and noticed my engorged prick.

Nin is smiling eagerly, waggling her eyebrows up and down as her eyes follow my bobbing cockhead. I notice that more and more pairs of eyes are on my crotch as I cross the distance. And I’m not sure whether to be proud that my erection is catching the eyes of passersby or incredibly embarrassed. Either way, my dick certainly doesn’t get any softer than a diamond.

After what feels like an eternity, but was only really three or four steps, I reach the tanned catgirl’s face and stop with the base of my shaft just inches away from her mouth. Her hot breath feels heavenly on my balls as she practically pants and then moans as someone empties their balls into whichever hole they were in behind her. She finally breaks eye contact with my dick and looks straight into my eyes.

“Where’s my kiss?” she asks, kind of pouting.

Ohhh, the greeting! She just wanted to say hi, I guess. Smiling, I squat down and rest my knees on my heels and lean in to place my lips on hers. We both close our eyes and she prods my mouth with her tongue. I grant her entrance and our tongues begin a delicate dance as we make out. It eventually grows more impassioned as someone slides into her pussy and she moans into my mouth.

She brings her restrained hands as close to me as possible and her fingertips brush the sides of my head, caressing my hair. I pull back before it gets too intense. We’re both breathing heavily from arousal.

“Nice to meet you, Nin,” I say, “Very nice.”

“Nice to meet I too, Adler,” she says in between moans as she’s roughly penetrated from behind. “I see you’re new here, could I interest you in a ‘Welcome to Lustidia Blowjob’? It’s- ahhn- sorry, a very important tradition- mmmm- that I made up just now.”

“Hmmmm…” I ponder out loud with a hand on my chin.