A taste of the Marketplace

Squeezing the big supple tits of a goblin woman in the changing room she arched her back as she let out a sultry moan at your ministrations.

You relished the give of her warm firm breasts filling your hands as thanks to your worlds quirks, you could sample the goods freely. Your temporary companions, the other guests or goblin staff gave no heed to your groping.

And it was nice to be the one getting handsy, as in the bathes your wedding tackle had been stroked, caressed and fondled like you were the prime breeding stud at a farm animal show.

Leading to your time in the warm waters of baths spent surrounded by a shifting crowd of babes that didn’t mind when you returned the favor if in the tightly packed waters your cock brushed against their bodies.

Looking back at you her expressive ears perked as she looked at you with a predatory look of a street hawker with her blue eyes. “Awwfully friendly aren’t cha hon?” She teased before her demeanor shifted.

Her ears drooped, her alluring lips pouted and looked at you with big doleful eyes as she pushed her chest into your hands. “You look like ya could use a massage and for just a lead coin for ya, we could get real friendly mister foreigner~.” She cutely begged, one of her hands trailed up your thigh to cup one of your balls fondling it to return your touch while hinting to the ‘complementary happy ending’ included.

It was wild to be on the receiving end of a set of sexy puppy-dog eyes weaponized to sucker you into paying for more services.

“Gotta evaluate if the goods are worth paying for.” You cheekily say, pinching her nipples for a breathy gasp from her before you let her go.

She kept her sexy pouty face turning to you, though it felt a little more earnest at your words as rather than taking any offence to being groped to be judged like a commodity, if anything she was disappointed that your roving hands were only inspecting her.

“Well take it from me hon, there isn’t a better way in the empire to start your day than with your meridians unblocked and the nights impurities drained.” She kept her sexy pouty face, doubling down on her sex appeal to make the sale.

That’s the most mystical way you’ve heard a massage and blowjob described.

You ultimately forewent the temptations of one of those green-skinned shortstack goblins bouncing their cushy big green booty on your cock slapping it on their butt while her large soapy tits lather your chest in hot and heavy frottage masquerading as a massage.

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In your parting with the farmers after a breakfast of rice congee you didn’t practice as much restraint as giving her husband the excuse of having his wife guide you a little long around the city, while he and their daughter prepared their cart to return to their farm.

She took you on a flirtatious ‘tour’ of the back alleys around the shops and tea houses of the business district you’d stayed in, she guided you along replaying her sexually charged game of tag from the day in a burst of excitement as the chases sent your heart racing and pumping blood reaped the reward of pulling her body onto yours for a grind in steamy short make out sessions.

A very fun way of upholding her request not to play with her daughter’s heart. By playing with hers.

One session was interrupted as on entering the alley, it was occupied by a small group of thugs.

Two were orc women by their green skin, they were in an unkempt state that gave them an alluring disheveled look rather than dirty in anyway wearing their tube top cloth wrappings taut that strained containing their bountiful tits paired with skimpy thong-like loincloths.

The third of their number was a young bugbear man who’d been on his knees rubbing both Orcs pussies rose quickly to his full height. His height equaled yours instead of possessing his kinds towering statue, suggesting he was a runt or had just come of age, and looked far more fitting of a mugger in a fantasy world city than the green-skinned hotties with his dirty knotted mess of brown fur and peasant clothes completing the image.

Their simple dispassionate watch fell aside as their gazes brushed over the farmer's wife in favor of you.

You could almost see the sparks of a primal instinct kindling the light of interest that shone on their eyes as their attention fixated onto you, as if they’d come across a precious stone they couldn’t quite identify.

In the orc women their heavy chests heaved from their heavy desirous breaths, drawing their chest wrapping skin-tight in an interesting quality that almost gave the illusion of toplessness.

On the bugbear a grin spread on his apeish face showing off his oversized canines as he carried their sole club of the group, his eyes flicking over to the taller of the two Orc women as if for approval which earned a slight tilt of the head, wetting of his lips in anticipation of your sure wasn’t your money.

Shifting into intimidating stances their intentions were clear. “How about you leave your friend in our company hu-” The bugbear began to gloat in his snarling voice.

His sentence and your own mind racing to a racy solution to slip out of this situation was cut off, the words dying as he was given a reply of a rasp of steel clearing its sheath.

For the first time, the sword which had been an innocuous constant companion on the farmer's wife’s hip was drawn, the naked steel of the jian held with practiced expertise as she stepped between you and the muggers.

“You can have the company of my steel! No official would miss a few of the miscreant races.” The small human woman coldly spat with the old disdain of a soldier at her enemies that towered over her.

Remembering her unexpected strength, you weren’t quite so ready to consider three against one completely lopsided even before the narrowness of the alley preventing them from bringing their numbers to bear.

Facing down women who had a full head on her and the bugbear a good shoulders to go with it, she struck a sexy heroic figure.

Panic gripped the bugbears heart. “Shit, that’s an veteran's sword. The imperial garrison would have our heads, if she doesn’t take it first!” He threw an open look to the Orc women whose eyes had narrowed.

In that instant the air in the alley changed to a chill that drained the courage from the muggers, at a twist of the tallest woman’s head they swiftly left leaving the alley. Not before the orc women threw one last glace over at you as they disappeared.

It was a solid reminder that you were in the realm of a crumbled Empire where law and order were rotting; on the road you’d been told bandits were getting bold, in the teahouse the city guard were happy to neglect their duty as horndogs without anyone to yank their leash and now muggers operated in broad daylight.

What interesting times you've placed yourself in.

Before you as if taken by a breeze when her sword clicked back into its sheath, the fierce stoic warrior wife who’d just stared down a gang of muggers was gone replaced by a woman driven by lusty passion, who pushed you into the alley’s wall and cupped you face in her rough hands from swordplay and farming to haul you down into the kiss and hooking a leg around you as she let you pin her hands to the walls of the alleys for a frantic session that would leave you both breathless when you moved on.

Tugging at your robes collar as she guided you to the location of your tour. You’d bet if she’d been a richer woman, the sides of your neck would have solid lines of lipstick along them.

Giving her butt a pinch for an excited squeal from your guide, you pondered the need for a bodyguard preferably one as amorous as this one.

The adventurers from the road sprang to mind, the muscular Oni alone would dissuade the common criminal, and perhaps more than hitching a ride on her muscular shoulder there was a greater idea in this chain of thought.

Exiting the shaded hall of the last alley, you still had to suck in a breath at how what should have been a plain salt of the earth country woman dazzled you. Something she wasn’t shy to let you enjoy the ‘sights’ as stepping into the sun her olive-skinned lithe body almost seemed to shine in her tight translucent Ao dai, it’s token patches of solid material for modesty fed your imagination.

Following her gesturing hand she introduced Khangu’s Imperial marketplace, a grand plaza a stone's throw from the docks that you at a quick estimated cover the area of a football stadium which could easily hold tens of thousands of people.

Yet, its glory was faded just like the road into the city, the cobblestone of the plaza was in better repair than the road, but deep wagon wheel ruts were worn into the stone, missing and broken stones were scatter around turning the detailed mosaics into indecible messes, the surviving ones bustled with animated scenes of market life seamlessly looped while buildings in this great work stood abandoned.

The most striking sign of decline wasn’t any of that, it was the fact this beating heart of the city’s commerce was that it was only half filled, huddled into the side towards the docks.

That area was everything you could imagine a market in a fantasy world, a colorful ocean of stall coverings, schools of thousands of people with all the same diversity of races you’d seen in the outlying market districts flowed through the narrow nets cast by the peddlers cries hawking their goods or food looking to catch a customer.

Joining those throngs of life you were thrown into the currents of the marketplace.

You passed areas for livestock, stalls holding a myriad of goods of everyday life, stalls of trinkets such as an avian beastfolk selling trinkets made from their feathers or cooking up feasts of street food that you sampled a few meat skewers from the stall of a Fire Genasi using his innate fire magic to cook her feast up on a hibachi to indulge with as you were people watching.

Your inner-geek was thrilled to observe the daily life of your creation.

But your inner-pervert was far more satisfied.

In the tight crowd the freeness of touching created a fun difference between earth and Mellovian, as people moved past each other they had no compunction in where they touched.

Men and women equally in pushing grabbed and casually groped each in necessity other like a great beast that was a writhing mass of molesting limbs. It took the form of a woman taking two handfuls of another woman's tits to get through a tight squeeze or a man’s nudging hand on a woman’s bottom which lingered and gave that fine heart shaped ass a solid groping.

Equally the hands of pickpockets were ravenous as you easily saw several people search themselves having been divested of their coin purses, a shout caught your attention as you saw the farmer's wife shoo off a boy who'd clearly tried to pickpocket you.

You delighted in becoming apart of that beast as your hands roamed with freedom, freely taking your sweet time getting past a MILF as you pressed your hands into her great rack kneading them for several moments longer than in anyway need making her face flushing as she gasped from your toying with her tits.

Many more women returned your favors when their hands brushed your crotch, like the half-elf that turned red from chin to the tips of her ears yet her hands lingered on exploring your cocks outline while you eyed another food stall cooking up pork bao.

Really, the gawking customers and crowds were a bit of a throw back to the gate and way in.

You’d passed minutes before a gnome alchemist who tried selling the farmer's wife leaves which on your prompting explained were rabbit-leaf apparently a common light aphrodisiac used by women with older lovers or less commonly older women who were losing their energy to keep up with a young lover.

A young couple grinded on each other as they eyed the stall of a surly dwarf stocked with sexual toys and paraphernalia, his stall was far from the only stall you’d witnessed stocked with these goods.

“Wouldn’t metal be cold?” The woman asked wiggling her behind into her boyfriend’s crotch.

“Listen here human.” The dwarf gruffly stated, in his hands he held a detailed metal dildo with dimly glowing runes running along its shaft.

“This is dwarven quality, forged by my kin in Country from the north my peoples runes ensure it’ll feel like any cock. Yer man’s a river sailor, so you need some way of balancing your Yin in the morning. Moreover, here!” The dwarf held the dildo out.

“Unlike elf-work, it’s got real girth to it! You can’t tell me lass you’d want needle dicked elf work that is smaller than yer man and won’t fill ya?” Emphasizing his point he circled the shaft easily with his thumb and index finger then showed them the ring of his fingers.

The woman appraisingly wrapped her fingers around stroking it and circling her hips comparing the imitation to the real thing pressed into her ass.

Scenes similar titillating interest played out all over the market, as a daily fact of life. At a casual glance you’d think apart the fantastically sexy clothes it was on the surface normal, coin changed hands, the energetic bartering or haggling between merchants and customers filled the air.

But, pause and you’d spot the lascivious seeds you planted.

At a stall smirking bard by the fact a lute-like instrument hung on her back. She haggled not with words but by caressing her breasts in their half-circle bra and her tiny jacket, mesmerizingly tracing their lines and her body by running her fingertips along the lip of her low leg panties framed by her leather garter belt.

The halfling peddler was sweating bullets his internal struggle playing across his face. But, his will crumbled as he beckoned her bard to him flush face and a giddy leer on his face.

Smirking victoriously the bard joined the peddler on his mat, the diminutive man squarely fit in her lap. Letting him bury his face in between her breasts motorboating and gleefully pawing her tits.

Another less exploiting example of the implanted predispositions was a young woman biting her lip as she eyed a trinket at the stall of a lounging goat beastfolk woman, she had cloven furred-digitigrade that reached up to her mid-thigh where the fur returned to smooth skin.

On the young woman you could see progressive stages of your mental twisting bubble to the surface. Starting with growing glances at Beastfolk woman’s mound in its panties that were nearly sculpted to it, then lip biting and rubbing her thighs together before she finally gave in.

You weren’t close enough to hear what was said but the young woman bowed talking fast, the peddler’s eyebrow arched with skepticism as she indicated her own breasts and gave a shake of her head which made the young woman redoubled her offers.

Now you got to watch as someone far less advantage haggle as the following their hands pointing to their bodies that drifted downwards let you guess what acts the young woman was promising as she upped her sexual offers.

Just as you’d witnessed on the human’s at the temptation of the trinket, the face of the stubborn peddler went through the same stages as her resistance crumbled until the goat-woman blushed and coughed to cover her embarrassment at an offer and mutter an acceptance.

Getting on her knees the goat-woman raised her hips, thighs spread apart in open invitation. The young woman getting on the peddlers mat placed her head between the beastfolk woman’s thighs, tugging almost rolling the tight underwear of the peddler aside before the goat-woman lowered herself to sit on her customers face and still attend to the stall.

She blushed and moaned as the young woman face shifted as she ate her pussy out, as women of civilized races the goat-woman pulled a thin red see-through cloth to cover them, it did nothing more than add a red tint to the sight of their sexual act yet to the crowds was plenty to provide the women ‘privacy.’

Harder to miss was a stall run by an Orc woman who unraveled thin semitransparent curtains from the edges of her stalls covering creating a ‘room’ for her and her male half-Orc customer. Their roots as an uncivilized race on display as she slunk to her knees.

Untying his loincloth to access his above average slong that she teased to hardness with sensuous hand work, she was in full control of her muscular customer handling him like his cock, taking his green cock into her mouth she retained her control over him, dominating him in his **** state until he came in her mouth.

Beside you the farmers wife derisively snorted at the sight. “Simple brutes.” She tutted at them even as she clung to you while your fingers teased her folds. Her irritation was mixed with a grudging respect, the sort an old soldier possessed for an old enemy.

Then beyond the casual sensual displays, there were various interesting peeks into other facets of life.

A small group of unarmed tall amazon-like bunny girls with olive-skin, though the weighty metal greaves they all moved effortlessly in might be their weapon, you certainly wouldn’t want to get kicked by those slabs of metal. They possessed matching colored ‘tabards’ which might be noble house colors that showed far more skin than they covered prowled down a line of stalls.

Escorted in their formations center was an effeminate boyish figure, short even by the average height around here with a pair of white bunny ears perched on his head. He happily searched the stalls looking out into the world from his ruby red eyes peered over his white face veil in a loose robe that in an effort to be conservative managed to make him look far more feminine as he picked out goods for his retinue of servants to carry.

Tailing him within that formation was a woman in a translucent micro-skirt length yukata which gave her an exotic nudity as it caught the light and shined as it reflected it. She was a beauty that stood above even the stunning average, her pale skin made her look as if she’d been an ice sculpture given life and flesh.

Coming closer you saw it wasn’t that her clothes weren’t simply translucent, but melting as it ran in streams along the curvature of her derriere in the oppressive heat, yet her clothes never shrunk in size as you watched it regrow its lost pieces with fresh ice.

Hearing a relieved sigh escape from your companions lips, turning to her she had a little coy look in her eyes. “Let’s follow their trail for a bit, you must be dying in that robe. I’d rather you pass out from me than the heat.” Her cool tone taking a seductive edge, she groped your cock a solid squeeze and stroke through the thick robe.

You puzzle for a moment then you remember how you look. Giving her a reassuring smile you in a show pulled back a sleeve to show off you were fine, only to find the air trailing behind the nobleman a pleasant breeze compared to the oppressive heat you’d experienced when you’d first arrived.

“Don’t worry, I can handle the heat. It didn’t slow me down yesterday-” You pulled her in for a brief kiss. “and won’t stop me from outdoing your husband today.” You reminded her of her flagrant infidelity you’d so easily tempted her into despite her and her husband proud declarations of loyalty as countryfolk.

Continuing past them you entered one of the massive buildings in the market that had a steady stream of people entering and leaving.

The purpose of the building was quickly apparent as a richly dressed burly dog-beastfolk merchant stood with several orc and half-orc guards on a small stage hawking his ‘goods’ along one of the walls.

‘Goods’ being three minotaurs, their arms in enchanted metal manacles that looked heavy enough to be weights. Or perhaps cursed manacles? As the minotaurs seemed unable to lift their arms without incredible effort as if drained of their strength.

You had to wonder how expensive they were when they could so comfortably restrain minotaurs, considering the expensive curve you’d put into place on powerful equipment and magic items made you wonder where they fell in terms of pricing.

Two of them were everything you’d come to expect of a minotaur, great furred hulking barrel chested bovine brutes in loincloths, their muscular arms were thick as tree trunks and standing at seven feet tall without account for their horns who might as well have jump out of D&D or a number of fantasy settings.

Towering a good head and shoulders over most locals and a head taller than you lent them an imposing presence that made them an attraction that drew a crowd of rotating passersby that gawked at them as exotic beasts.

Your eyes lingered on the third, the woman of the three. She was equal in height to her male counterparts the same digitigrade legs as her male counterparts, but her body past her hips was that of a voluptuous fit human woman in a bikini-like loincloth and strained chest wrapping that strained containing her perky melons while showing of generous amounts of skin.

As they stood on show an Elf with normal peach skin in a risque china dress approached the merchant, fanning herself using a silk fan decorated with images of naked human men lustfully chasing elf maidens in tattered clothes, following in her steps was a bookish human woman.

“Ah Mistress Summerwind, it’s an honor to have such an esteemed alchemist take interest in our wayward kin, surely they’d find you a good mistress to serve as they become enlightened to imperial society. Bondage is far too cruel, but our savage kin could use a steady hand to bring them into the glory of the empire.” The Burly Dog-man had swiftly met her on her way to the minotaurs with his flattery and drooping ears to fake sympathy.

The elf’s golden eyes glittered with amusement as she covered her mouth with her fan. “Perhaps if they’re of good quality they might. Apprentice, I want you to evaluate the Yang essence of the males to put your lessons to the test.”

Nervously looking at the imposing figures she then looked back to her mistress. “Wouldn’t they both be worth buying? They are far larger than most men in the city, so wouldn’t their Yang essence be better?”

Mirthfully the elf’s chuckled with her melodically voice at her apprentice shaking her head and her eyes sparkled with amusement. “My apprentice, an important lesson on seeking to purchase reagents servants. Size might be a good indicator, but just because they are from a race like these minotaurs who are better endowed than most races, it isn’t indicative of their yang potency. No, their cock must be a superior example of masculinity for their race. What may be impressive to you might be lacking for them, then it's no better than the men you might purchase from on the street. Now go on, get your hands around those big, heav-ah-hem their manhoods.” The elf pushing her apprentice toward the minotaurs with a healthy grope of her backside.

“Of course mistress.” The bookish woman said, taking a deep breath as she nervously approached the hulking beasts, she froze in fear as it growled at her.

“Oh don’t be shy, getting to freely fondle and suck cocks is the bes-” The elf cut herself off with a breath as she snapped her fan close and snapping it open to disguise her reconsideration of her words The scene on the fan had changed moving forward from the merry chase to an orgy of humans using elven women to please themselves. “A part of our work, you’ll have to sometimes deal with less excited men with the rarer races. Take your time, soothe and drain their bal-eh-hem, once you start working them they’ll be clay in your hands.”

“Yes Mistress.” Swallowing heavily the human obeyed.

Her hands slipped under their loincloths the ragged cloth, the great brute almost made a moo that to your ears translated to a pleasure wracked curse as he stiffed as the waif of a woman’s hands drew the outline of the beasts hidden anaconda from behind its coverings to the intrigued crowd.

The show plucking at the crowds strings of lust, the farmer's wife grew bolder in her frisky acts, her hands returning the favor casual groping of her chest by slipping under your robe and pants to get them around your throbbing shaft and tending to it in clumsy copying of the alchemist's apprentices skilled ministrations.

“I’d say you're bigger than them~” She hotly whispered.

The apprentice alternated her hand strokes along their shafts' sides had their loinclothes lifting up as it clung to the shape of their pricks at half-mast. They pitifully whined when their pleasure ended when their loincloth darken with their pre, the woman cupped their concealed tips collecting their thick pre fresh from the source.

The bookish woman withdrew from the first minotaur it rumbled in discontent as it couldn’t otherwise display its frustration.

“They have us in chains, why would they stop!? It’s the Primal’s way to break in the loser, this is why the other races are too meek to serve Havery properly!” The first minotaur disdainfully spat, his arms bulging as they struggled to lift more than a few inches spooking the skittish woman who nearly spilled the fluids she’d collected from him.

The minotauresses chest heaved and bounced as she uproariously laughed. “Are you sure that’s why brother? Not that you’ve been left unsatisfied for once!?” She mocked and thrust her chest out jiggling her tits attracting the gazes of men like a magnet.

She derisively snorted as men avert their eyes from her challenging gaze. “These weaklings haven’t the strength or mettle to overcome us.” She growled shifting her weight hoof to hoof with excited energy.

“Take and use yours frustration, we’ll show the weak races why we those who follow the Primial are more worthy of Haverty the tamer’s attention, I feel one touched by him! Do both our gods honor.” The third looked a little older than the other male with his goatee-like longer chair on his chin reverently intoned and unbothered by the human having moved onto him.

His words set the other two on edge as they seemed to realize your presence to a degree as they eyed the crowd, for the woman it seemed to click to her why she’d been antsy and the first male drew himself up, his gaze boring through the crowd.

From how their exchange drew no attention, you assumed they’d spoken in their native language as the Elf and human were examining the pre-cum the bookish woman had collected.

The human woman started with giving the elf a sip, bringing her cupped hands to the regal elf’s lips and tilting her hands to pour the substance for her mistress to drink.

Making a vaguely pleased hum, the Elf’s ears twitched as she watched her apprentice perform several tests.

She smelled it, checked it it’s viciousness, and other physical properties before finally drinking it. It was a strange thing to see a woman swish precum in her mouth brow furrowed in concentration trying to discern whatever mystical property the locals ascribed cum possessing.

Everything felt surreal again as you were in a crowd that cared more for the exotic beasts on display, than the woman who’d jerked them off or how you and your guide were pawing at each others bodies watching it happen.

Seeing a line of the substance running down her apprentices chin the elf gracefully cup the human chin tilting her head back, she ran her tongue along the trail of precum with sensual slowness. Licking it up with a groan of enjoyment that accumulated into a steamy make out with her apprentice who swallowed down her mouthful in surprise.

Drawing back she had a smirk of someone who’d gotten away with something before it disappeared behind her fan she snapped open, it’s scene shifting to the human men cumming all over the elf maidens. “Don’t be wasteful apprentice, now you’ve tested them. Which of the men has the best quality cum for our alchemy?” She husked, her empty hand drawing circles on her apprentices stomach with a finger.

“The younger one.”

“Correct, but how is his quality?” The elf quizzed.

“It’s uhm, better than normal? It had better taste than most men, it felt a temptation to swallow yet wrong to just drink it. Urgh, I can’t just tell the quality of men's yang with just a taste like elves can Mistress.”

The elf nodded with amused approval. “Seems you need more practice with some of our sources. I’ll gather a group of men for you later today.” The elf acknowledged, her body shivering with excitement for a blink of an eye and you’ll miss it moment and hid more of her face behind her fan as she went to speak with the merchant.

The apprentice blanched at the prospect of work like any student albet with a blush, and not the fact her teacher had just outright said she was going to organize a blowbang for her.

You stopped caring about the scene at that point as the pumping calloused hands of your guide on your cock was driving you crazy. Giving her a hungry kiss, you grinned as you pulled her back to mash her ass onto your aching cock, you were horny and had a more than willing partner on hand.

“It’s almost time for you to go back to your husband, how about I top you up again with the biggest cock here? He seemed so pleased at the idea I might impregnate you, I’d hate to disappoint.”

Wetting her lips she circled her butt on your prick. “Another helping of such strong rich foreign seed? You’ll make an addict of me for it.” She said with mock exasperation.

She giggled as she grabbed your wrist and led you hurriedly from the market, passing various normal magical beasts and other monstergirls on display there to rejoin the crowds and colorful stalls.

Hurrying like two horny teenagers for the first alcove available, you nearly bowled over a halfling as turning a corner in the crowd she was standing in just the wrong spot.

The poor halfling woman with her height meant her head was level with your crotch and in her panic grabbed you by the legs to stay upright, rewarding herself by unintentionally giving herself a face full of your robe and hard cock you could feel mash into her soft cheek that drew a surprise yelp muffled by your robes as something like a horn pressed into your stomach.

“Forgive our blindness my lady!” The farmer's wife bowing to your unintended cockslap victim.

Preparing your own apology, you paused as you took her in. The halfling woman in question jolted back a furious blush touching the cheek your cock had hit, as she sputtered incoherently gave you a chance for a closer inspection.

She was a mixture of as adorable as a button to provoke a protective instinct, but possessed the sexiness of a grown woman that flowed from her sour expression and back-length fiery red hair. An expression which as red creeped across her facial features slipped into befuddled embarrassment she eyed you in silence, that let put a finger on what stood out the most, her clothes.

The halfling wore without a doubt the most conservative and modest outfit you’d ever witness so far. An extravagantly lavish decorated with a noble or clan crest, yet otherwise it was almost a regular yukata that came down to her mid-thigh in a loose skirt which could have been from back home. It still possessed an eye catching quality that stirred the carnal imagination.

At a lazy nudge from your divinity let you catch a whip-like tail tipped by a wicked scorpion stinger weave in confusion in the air before quickly vanishing back under the Yukata’s hem, and a casual notion of her being something other than a halfling.

An accusatory finger poked your chest bringing your attention back to the tiny woman’s face.

“Pay attention to where you're running around!” She looked at your hands groping and the returning favor of the farmer's wife made her pursed her lips.

If her face hadn’t been burning red before, now it blazed crimson as she played with some of her hair looking away from you. “If you weren’t cavorting with married women you’d be able to see where you're going! You, you should find one good woman for you and stick to her.” Her lectures tone veered between a light scolding and attempted venom she tried mustering that failed to find.

Equally bewildered by this encounter, you got your feet back under you as you refuse her notion, your whole intention of going to this world was to get laid.

No way you were going to stop hounding after rolls in the hay, whatever she was, you had to guess she was a thorough bred country girl.

“I think I’d rather enjoy as many women as I can, married or not.” You counter, hauling your guides lithe body to you, then with one hand slid it conspicuously under her transparent Ao dai to hike up the front of her dress to preserve her ‘modesty’ by grabbing her mons concealing her pussy.

She cupped her small chin frowning and glaring at you with a heat that couldn’t rise above lukewarm, sighing she crossed her arms under her modest chest making a cute sniff. “I guess that’s fine for you to make women cheat.” She muttered completely abashed growing more flustered with every word.

Jolting she shook her head as if throwing off cobwebs and heard her words, grabbing her head she ruffled her hair as if teetering on trying to tear it out in frustration and squatted in embarrassment with a whine, then broke away storming off. “Gah! What am I saying!” She cried out in confusion.

“Uh? Ok later.” You shrug confused by her actions as you tease the dripping wet snatch of your guide.

“Oh forget that deviant noblewoman.”

Seeing a chance to leave the farmers wife began dragging you again, in the brief moments you could glimpse the woman, you saw her run a nail along the leg of the woman in another handsy couple whose foreplay stopped as the woman stopped as if she had a cold water dumped on her.

Something you couldn’t help but think was ‘Where was the horn you’d felt pressed into your stomach?’ Ah, a question for later.

You put her out of mind as the farmer's wife dragged you into an alley, this time checking to ensure you wouldn’t have company first.

This time the smaller woman was ‘in-charge’ as she pushed your back up against a wall. She used her surprising strength to her advantage as she mounted you clinging to your front like a monkey in her desperation, hauling herself up to make out with you.

Your hands pawed at her Ao dai, fingertips catching its hem you shimmied the tight tunic up her body to expose her soaked sex to the hot air of the midday. Parting your robe to free your cock you didn’t bother with any more foreplay, the farmers wife helpfully raised her hips to let you position your pillar of a cock to penetrate her.

Her wanton desire pelted your cock’s sensitive skin with her hot arousal and when your cock touched her scalding hot lower lips, she mewled into the ravenous kiss you were locked into with her.

Then she dropped her hips as you rubbed your cock head along her slit, wetting it, her body's weight overcame the broadness of your glans spreading her labia and pussy with far greater effort than it had with the blessing from the temple.

Her soft lips yanked away from yours as she keened in throaty elation at her penetration.

Yet, your sizable member fits, her legs press on your sides as she leverages the **** to impale herself on your prick, inch after inch engulfed by the tight pussy of such a filial wife you had driven to cheat.

Toying with her you cupped her ass in your hands arresting her descend.

“Ah! Please, please don’t stop me, I-I need more of you-” Her blue eyes begged filled to the brim with lustful desire as her hands on your shoulders held you tighter.

Silencing her with a kiss you savor her infidelity. “Can’t get enough of my big foreign cock huh? This is far past anything in our deal anymore.”

Gasping the farmer's wife had the decency to blush, but not enough to stop herself from wiggling her hips to sink more of your cock into her depths. “You’re hardly innocent, I know men enjoy their days before the curse of frailty takes them. My husband found me, and I had him.” She breathily said, leaning forward to touch her forehead to yours and gaze into your eyes.

“But my husband’s started feeling his curse of fragility early, while my lusts have barely dimmed since my soldiering years. And he’s always too generous letting you go without a bastard price, he’ll make beggars of us. So let an old crow have something to remember you by.” She hotly husked, her ‘price’ was named wordlessly as she circled a hand on her abdomen. She sealed off any response by returning your kiss, then jerking her hips down she drew a groan at the spike of pleasure she’d driven into you.

This deal was getting better every moment!

And you would deliver, in that alley she heaved herself up and down your cock like a woman possessed with a little help from you. She rode you with the energy of the woman in her late twenties she looked like rather than a woman who was probably twice your age. Your cock was swaddled in her scalding clenching inner-walls that were doing their best to wring out another load.

When you came it wasn’t the end, she locked her legs around your waist keeping you inside as you flooded her with virile spunk. There was only a moment's rest before changing positions, she had you bend her over with her hands against the stone wall as you took her from behind.

Taking a tiny sip from your trickle of divine power you were overflowing with vigor to make up for any of the cum that had leaked during the transition and pound in an unforgettable memory into her mind, body and soul.

Her mouth unoccupied, she restrained her moans to loud cries that peaked when she climaxed, her throes of ecstasy echoed in the alley only to be lost in the din of the nearby market crowds along with the wanton animalistic sound of flash slapping together.

Moving your hips you glanced to either end of the alley in lust-dazed curiosity from the racket you both were making. At the market the throngs were uncaring as they went about their business and the other side had frequent passersby headed to the market. But, sometimes someone would stop glancing in then move on as if there was an unspoken social convention agreed on to leave randy couples to their carnal business by seeking the privacy of an alley.

Not that everyone seemed to follow it revealing it was no iron clad rule, as a teenage dog-beastfolk couple intensely spied on you, partly obscuring themselves as they groped each other's bodies and their tails wagging in excitement.

The audience spurred you on to greater heights as you pounded harder into the needy snatch of your partner; you had to set a good example for your creations after all. Until you both were groaning when you hit your limit and poured rope after rope of cum into her.

Raggedly breathing, both of you had worked up a sheen of sweat, for the farmer’s wife it meant her clothes were useless as a garment having turned completely see-through again. You couldn’t be happier with your foresight to make a climate controlled robe as the cool air was a godsend as you both basked in the afterglow.

She exhaustively, but contently came off your cock and on wobbly legs sunk to her knees to lapped at your cock cleaned off your cock. A pitch cry of pleasure echoed down the alley, that jolted you in surprise and earned a huff from the farmer’s wife.

Looking in the direction it came from, the couple that had been watching were now feverishly going at it. The boy had his lover's own ao dai hiked up to her waist and her body flush against the wall as he humped her. Relaxing, you chuckled enjoying the ministrations of another man's wife who’d demanded being knocked up as her price for her services.

You suppose with some **** it was time to part with her, but with the entertaining introduction to your world she'd lead on you, you felt it right to take her to another tea house to rest before she returned to her husband. The disheveled state you were both in and the potent smell of sex that clung to both even without considering the fresh spunk that leaked out of the farmer's wife, it made your waitress furiously blush at catching the scent and not the fact you'd fondled her tits.

This tea house's occupants were more the rougher sort, many having the looks of adventurers swapping tales and gossip after having stocked up on supplies from the grand plaza, riverboat captains of smaller vessels, what looked like criminals, a few merchants and many more from various walks of life.

Enjoying some tea you admitted to yourself looking at the blue eyed, ravenette with her sharp features were fetching and this was your last chance to decide to stay with her and her family exploring the country-side right away or remain in the city and establish yourself. At this tea house you could begin a dozen different paths to experience your world.

Humming to yourself you mentally swatted a communications request from your head angel with a 'Yes, I'm still here.' as you mulled over your decision.