An eventful first morning in your world.

Sleep came in rough fits from the uncharacteristic firmness of the solid wood bed with little to cushion it, the heat of the woman entangling herself with you and then there were the flittering glimpses of dreams each time you fell asleep.

They were odd as each was a continuation of the last where your mind existed in a haze in them. In the series of dreams you were laying down dozing just like reality, however you were surrounded by a two fog banks one of swirling black fog that made it almost impossible to see further than a foot away from you, yet inscrutable shapes and things swam through it like water. The other bank of fog was just as murky, yet its placid black mist felt familiar as the back of your hand which those inscrutable things couldn’t cross into turning at the last moment as if subconsciously avoiding a collision with an invisible wall.

This strange dream or place as if two separate dreams or dream realms placed adjacent to one another which one crossing into the other.

The pillow your head rested on was replaced by a set of soft thighs of a woman humming an alien lullaby, it felt as if its tune was conveying the very concept of falling asleep, sleep and a restful sleep. Their melodic notes dancing at the edges of the boundary of your being awaiting your acceptance as they were kept at bay by your duel nature.

Whoever she was, she was tenderly caressing your face and playing with your hair, bubbly giggling erupting from her at every touch alternating between fascinated and pure joy from merely using her digits, you figured that as at times she’d hold her hand out wiggling her fingers. She most certainly wasn’t human either, her skin was flawlessly smooth like polished stone with the suppleness of flesh, smoother than any normal skin could possibly be.

Breathing you inhaled her scent, it flowed across your tongue and teeth clinging to them like a sticky tooth achingly sweet syrup, then mid-breath it twisted to a new sensation of a raspberry liquor then savory set of spices that set your taste buds and nose alight in an ever shifting line of flavors no two the same and each an exotic new sensation of taste wafting from her body.

Looking to that living turbulent fog, figures or maybe visions of them would at times solidify into almost a blurry clarity, like you were looking at them through a misted looking glass as they wandered the mists around you on endless winding roads ever stretching onwards by a will far beyond theirs, yet their intents and minds would carry further than their consciousnesses reaching you.

A trio stalked a path in the fog shielded in a bubble of another dream, headed by an inhuman woman strode dressed in a robe of regal finery with a bearing of such arrogant confidence and surety. You weren’t sure if it was the blur or simply that she lacked any facial features beyond her smooth face adorned with two milky white eyes and tentacles that grew like hair from her head you’d imagine her wearing an insufferable smirk.

You stared at her in wonder, your inner nerd wished for ‘protoss’ due to her looks, but your divinity spurred dryly supplied ‘Mindflayer’ as for what she was.

Such grand designs churned in her mind that leaked into this ‘dream’ at her every touch of her feet on the burning such intricate webs of plots they formed expansive tapestries of detailed ambition invisible to her that faded as her foot left the surface of infinite malleable potential of the dreams ‘ground’ then burned anew into it at a fresh point of contact.

The other two were more human, women, mix-blood daughters, subordinates of the woman. They possessed all the trappings of a human, though their features were like the elf you’d seen on the road, dusky skinned, pointed elfin ears however their hair was still replaced by similar tentacles to their mothers, a hint to their heritage from their father.

Their forms boiled with yearning for that precious scarce resource that was their mother's attention and praise, both of them plotted their own schemes grand and small against each other and together to secure the most of that prize for themselves than the other.

Brilliance which faded swallowed and shrouded by the fog, but where one gem disappeared a new glimpse appeared.

A feminine figure floated curled into a ball surrounded, no, a beholder enveloped in her chitinous plated eye-stalks clutching her head, her large cyclopean-eye clenched close in misery as she shuddered in the air. Then her mind’s echo reached you.

Obsession.

It was the only word to describe the ocean swell of her mind that reached you, and continued to roll off of her. She possessed a singular purpose to her being that overridingly drove her onwards. Its single-minded pursuit of that goal was the most important factor in her life.

The behold was sick, not from illness but from self inflicted mental anxiety of self-doubt assailed its mind. Her mind and body were wracked by a singular chain of thought that plagued her worse than any despise could, churning her stomach and leaving her weak as she refused to eat or drink. Her self-inflicted anguish was greater than any weapon or attack in laying her low.

Servants of new races you hadn't yet seen phased in and out could be seen attempting to offer her substance only to be refused.

‘What if I’m imperfect to him? Am I too imperfect for his gaze, just a stain to him?’ A choked mournful wisp of a thought carried from her repeating in maddening self-recrimination cast it out into the fog seeking consolation, which she must receive as she sighs in relief as if something answered her as she fades.

Another appeared, this time without any clarity, only the outline of its giant eel-mermaid form swimming in the fog, you guessed that you stood as high as its forearm. The lethargic movements spoke of age beyond ancient. This being unlike any others held an almost physical presence in the swirling fog of whatever it was.

The echo of its mind was of pure turmoil as it reeled in utter confusion as its slumbering mind tried to make sense of the intense pleasure it had experienced that conflicted in open war with another half of its mind that it was attempting to make sense of.

A low lusty rasping moan drifted through the fog as memories of distant pleasures of the past overtook its, the great mermaid hands trailed over its breasts circling its bed-sized mammaries in its hands guided by ancient happenings before its birth bringing pleasures of past into the present as it meanderingly slithered in the fog purposeless, until it collided with the placid fog confirming a barrier between the two different fog banks.

“Ah.” A thousand beautiful voices spoke in sudden realization of an epiphany from above you; the voices vanishing one by one until only the most appealing to your semi-lucid senses remained echoing in the silence. “I accidentally brought guests, Cheshire always tells me that it's rude… Let me send them off so we’re alone.”

Instantly the fading in and out of focus beings ceases leaving behind the inscrutable ecosystem inside the ever shifting fog bank.

You turned your head to look at who it over several of the dreams, vision trailing over her flat stomach, your cheek brushed across her dark purple skin to find glowing eyes gazing upon you with intrigued affectionate amusement that peeked over the swell of her chest in her nightie.

What little you could make out through the fog was her humanoid face, piercing the mist her cheeks were speckled with star-fields for freckles under her two pupil-less golden pools where you’d expect. Then departing from her human shape in the center of her forehead was an amethyst jewel of an eye possessing a horizontal rectangular pupil flanked by studs of similar two citrine eyes on either side of it. All of them seemingly possessing forbidden knowledge and an air of ancientness.

If that wasn’t enough to confirm her in-human form, then the final nail was the coiling tentacles that extended from her body or coiled around her that traced dozens of little paths of purple light in their air with their luminescence suckers the rest of her form was obscured by the fog.

She touched your lips with a finger when you tried to speak, to ask who she was.

Tracing your lips with her finger tip she sighed longingly, fingertip had the taste of bitter dark chocolate at first as she reached your lower lip it became another sumptuous taste.

“Rest World shaper~, rest and enjoy your playground for your gift you’ve granted me; securing its boundaries and your dreams is the least I can do. Your little game of anonymity is safe with me.” She reassuringly husked returning to her lullaby as her nighties bra pulled apart as if a leaving being showing you a gorgeous vision of underboob of two sizable perky tits to you.

Sucking in a breath of her otherworldly scents and tastes you let those notes in soothing your mortal half fitful slumber.

Opening your mouth couldn’t try to get a word out before consciousness reasserted itself as you woke up, you felt fresher than you had any right to be, and it wasn’t from your divinity restoring you. Then again waking up to the beautiful sleeping face of the farmer’s wife stirring in the earliest hours of dawns light didn’t hurt either.

Her oriental features shifting as her blue eyes lethargically opened, her lips perking up into a smile on her stoic face.

You quirk an eyebrow as she takes a glance at her still sleeping husband, once assured she shifted cupping your cheek as she touched her soft lips onto yours press forward you felt her tongue slips into your mouth clumsily replicating your make out in the alleyway, you meet her tongue with your own savoring this morning kiss.

Your cock swelled inside her from the morning stimulation and she groaned her adulating enjoyment into your mouth, you run your hand down her side trailing down her waist to rest on her bunched up ao dai at her hip.

She parted from you acting more like a young woman see looked like, blushing with shy arousal batting her eyelashes at you.

“Good morning to you too.” You softly say, jerking your hips stealing her breath away as your cock invaded her womanhood without the friction-less lubrication of your clergy's blessing, the action disturbing the sticky mess of your ‘payment’ on your crotches. It also knocked her butt into her husband’s body, making a loud sharp snort as he woke up.

“Mrh?” He rose from his slumber rubbing the sleep from his eyes, a lecherous grin on his face as he kissed her on the cheek. “Morning my crow and morning to ye as well lad.” He greeted you with the sort of affable air reserved for a friend as he lifted the bed sheets to peek down his wife’s front.

Dryly he looked back at you amused. “Mornings always gets more than yer body in motion doesn’t lad? Don’t get too comfortable in er’ though.” He chuckled removing the sheet covering your bodies, his wife exasperatedly groaned batting his arm under her body that groped her chest.

That last part, you weren’t sure if it was his rural ‘possessiveness’ or friendly ribbing.

“Don’t give him a hard time, to repay his generosity like that would bring our family dishonor.” She chided him clutching herself to you protectively, which only lead to her moaning as she sunk more of your cock inside her.

“A hard time!? Ol’crow, yer the one that’s got er’self still impaled like a bird on a skewer on the lads cock and umpin ‘im like a dog!” He wryly argued back shaking his head at his wife’s words.

You playfully smile at him placatingly lifting your hand that’s not aggressively taking a handful of his wife’s ass and hauling her in to where her mound was pressing onto your groin. “Hard to refuse giving a woman like your wife cock. I’ll have to hope you can forgive me fucking her to get rid of my morning wood.” You shamelessly admit emphasizing the second half keeping any chance of trouble down.

He grunted with a nod casually fondling his wife’s tits, his free hand moved hidden behind his wife’s form, its jerky movement making it obvious he was jerking himself off readying for go at his wife’s ass. “Ahh, can’t fault ya lad. The morning is a good time to expel ya’s energy from yer body.” He said breathing out as you felt his insert himself into his wife’s ass.

“Maybe you’ll have more impressive showing than last night husband.” She thematically gasp rocking her hips back and forth between the two of you, stirring your cum still inside her. “I have such an excess of refined Yang energy inside me after all.”

Was that an actual thing? Or just a cultural belief? You had too many questions.

That casually mention idea was realized by a disgruntled noise emanated from the daughter’s bed. She frustratedly sat up on the edge of her bed hiking her risque ao dai she spread her legs to pet her pussy and play with her own breasts uncaring of the presence of you or her parents.

Her fingers energetically rubbed her clit, she bit her lip trying not to glance over at you and her parents. She’d fall the temptation for several moments eying the slow double penetration of her mother, every time her masturbation would quicken. Catching your ogling she blushed, at first following instinct she started to turn her legs to hide her body, but did nothing to hide her chest then stopped.

Giving her a little ‘please show me’ look she slowly re-exposed herself to your side glancing eye, using two fingers to spread her labia to show you her vivid pink flesh and virgin pussy she probed with her fingers. Her beautiful olive face burning with embarrassment.

“How about we give the ol’crow a real wakeup together?” He offered, his wife eyes widened at his words, her passage tightened around you at the idea and the lascivious smirk on her face told you her thoughts on it.

But, when she untangled her legs took you by the waist and with her strength shoved her husband onto his back and hauled you atop her form, letting you weigh down on both of them her low lusty moan as your cocks shifted inside her at the motion and the smoldering look she had as she placed her hands on your shoulders told you everything about her opinion on the idea.

With the growing morning light now shining on her unobstructed body, the farmer’s wife was ravishing. Her translucent ao dai was practically invisible from sweat adding a sheen to her clothes and body, its once concealing patches hide nothing from sight as the clothes tight fit now served to accentuate her stiff nipples.

Something about all this was itching at you, these were humans a ‘civilized’ race and they weren’t suppose to be so comfortably casual fucking in front of others like the orcs you’d witnessed on the streets. Neither was there any sexual deal you were performing like last night.

“We’ll be giving your daughter quite a show to help her you know?” You groan out your question to the couple, but persist in lightly sawing into the wife you inform them you don’t have any intention of letting it stop you.

His wife too busy delighting in the pleasures you were rendering onto her, the husband ever informative fielded it.

“A fact of life, ooh damn. We’re well off fer farmers, but we’ve only ‘ave one room. So ye make due and once yer child of age it’s fine fer family to be around as long as they don’t gawk.” He **** out between harsh breaths as he bucked his hips, you feel his thrusts through the wall as a light pressure to your cock.

Right peasant hovels and most homes in this time period fantasy or not, are one room homes. Makes sense that lacking the option for privacy they’d have to compromise accepting having sex in front of of age family or close friends.

What did amuse you in all that was how ingrained it was, that none of them made any attempt to seek privacy, being so completely comfortable with each others presence.

Done with satisfying your curious side, it was time to sate your lust. You and the husband thrusted into his wife finding the wanton rhythm of sex, her moans alternating in pitch according to which of you surged into her.

She keened at her husbands cock pounding her ass, those were silent whimpers compared to her vocal adulating cries of pleasure at your pussy stretching cock that she truly gets to feel the unadulterated raw experience of your size of without any magic or blessings. Your bulbous cockhead ridges scrapping her insides on your every backstroke and the expansion of her passage to accommodate your cock.

Beside you their daughter could only watch enraptured as she masturbated to her mother taking a hung foreigners cock, her legs wide letting you see her finger herself desperately violating the polite privacy she was supposed to afford her parents.

The whole lurid scenario teased your libido as you fucked the farmers wife who gripped your shoulders with her surprising strength to keep herself still and accept your cock. Her husband finished long before you squirting a little more cum into her ass, his wife’s climax following soon after the first of several as you plowed her through several more before the tension in your body was too much.

Your groan of release was low and primal as your balls felt lighter as they once more poured several hot loads worth of fresh cum joining your loads from last night. Her overfilled pussy leaked your cum around your cock, spilling as a pearly white stream down her ass and husband onto the bed.

The wife’s pussy was eager to take every drop you had to offer as she hissed delirious from pleasure, once your orgasm ended her inner-walls clenched milking your shaft for every drop of virile seed from it her squeezing muscles sent jolts of lightning up your spine in your hypersensitive afterglow.

Pulling out your shaft was a mess of her fluids and your cum, coming to your broad cockhead her entrance spread the little extra before your cock came free with a sucking wet noise. The removal of the stopper of your cock unleashed a waterfall of excess cum spilling from her snatch filling the room with a heavier air of sex, it’s flow was stemmed when her husband placed his hand over it abused lower mouth.

“Ancestors and Haverty lad! Which of yer ancestors earned his favor to be cumming like that every time!?” The farmer admiringly questioned as your cum seeped between his fingers, the thought of your virility must be its own turn on as he pumped his cock coated in your cum into his wife’s asshole lubricated by your cum.

You shrug as you look over at her daughter shining with her own sheen of sweat as she recovered from her own orgasm, her breath coming in ragged gulps face tomato red at your glancing as her ao dai was as transparent as her mothers.

“Don’t really know, but-” You inspect yourself seeing your underwear and clothes dirtied from sweat and cum along with your length that hung limp caressed by warm breeze of the world. “I think we could all use a bath, I’ll cover it.”

“Aye, got to agree with that lad. Though ye don’t need to keep paying for us.” He abashedly said, clearly feeling indebted.

The farmer and wife both carefully got out of bed, the husband keeping his hand cupping her mound until his wife could replace his hand with her own and letting him straighten her ao dai into place as useless as was from its sweat caused transparency. Their daughter reluctantly removing her hand from between her legs following suit.

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Headed to a close by bathhouse you let yourself be lead by the farmers, you were enjoying an unobstructed view of the wife’s butt in her still fully sheer ao dai. The loving couple chatting even as your cum ran down her inner legs, the husband had a spring to his steps as he amorously fondled his wife and the morning crowds on the street paid token attention to the disheveled well fucked look of the wife or the translucent state of her and her daughter’s clothes didn’t attract any lingering attention.

In fact a several commoner or poorer women with similar sheer clothes which should have possessed opaque patches were now similarly see-through from sweat from their morning activities, be they sexual or labor. Richer women that were already traveling the streets in similar clothes didn't seem to suffer such problems from perspiration, instead changing to a flamboyant hue or simply darkening from wetness.

Beyond the casual sexiness everywhere you turned your head, even everyday occurrences were more interesting.

Like a group of gossiping housewives in their now translucent ao dais were giggling at each other as their husbands left for work, a couple showing off their husbands loads for those who been cummed on, rather than inside. A collection of humans and beastfolk who clearly made up the majority of the cities population in an array of skimpy or risque clothes.

Other than gossip or cleaning tips for cum, they compared sizes of loads and cock sizes of their husbands and openly swapped sexual tips as they chattered or voice their complaints about their husbands lack of sexual prowess which another might answer with an offer to sleep with theirs.

Topics flowed in a natural zigzag between sexual and mundane as the gilled and web handed beastfolk woman of their number complaining about the price of fish leading into her complaints about the laws preventing beastfolk like her from diving into the river and fishing themselves, leading to a crude joke about the result of a lonely fishermen catching her on a hook. Or about how expensive goods at the market were with the roads unsafe as they were neglected by both builder and patrols.

“My gods look at her! She’s leaking cum like a fountain!” One of the women exclaimed calling the farmer’s wife to the attention of the group who studied her and her husband.

One of the more MILF looking women tsked and shook her head. “Can’t be her husband, he doesn’t have the walk of a man that could be so virile, and at my age you know exactly what that stride is like.”

A youthful looking dog-girl in the group took interest, ears perked up and tail wagging. “Think whoever you could tell who it was?” She asked the MILF, the other women rapt attention joining the dog-girl.

The MILF chuckled basking in the sudden attention she continued with experienced ease as if a wise elder doling out knowledge. “Of course not! But! I’d bet my finest cloth it’s that foreigner behind them and that girl I bet is her daughter is hovering about like lass who hasn't ridden her first cock." A declaration met by scandalized laughter at her blunt words.

Maybe wise elder was an accurate descriptor... You'd add lecherous old crone to her description too.

You probably aren't ever going to know any woman's actual age in this world outside 'hot and bang-able' as short of having the notebook give you a pair of glasses that automatically inform you of their real age you, your best guesses are worthless. Actually, you don't know how people here can tell or even if they can.

Next to you the daughter muttered a weak defense of her behavior as she lagged behind her parents, sticking to your side playing with her hands building up courage, until she made her move. Reaching with one hand she towards your groin without looking at you, you helpfully opened your robe letting her hand grasp your bare cock.

She strangled a yelp of surprise at the sensation of bare flesh rather than your member concealed under your robe, she paled and whipped her head you finding her hand indeed your robe, and you giving her a smile informing her it was alright. Her face turned beet red but she didn’t relent in exploring your softened cock on the way to the bathhouse.

The bathhouse itself was simple, a front counter run by a bored sexy short-stacked goblin who perked up as she accepted your coin, making sure to lean forward far enough as she took it to give you a view down her slinky hanfu’s plunging neckline of her handball sized tits.

"Sir, feel free to partake in our other services at a discount and indulge in our hospitality." She purred, her words dripping with a sultry undercurrent.

Another male goblin accepted your clothes and the farmer family for cleaning inside a unisex changing room, then let all of you store valuables in a safe location separate from the baths. He like his female counterparts lacked an ugly face typical to depictions of goblins, his face was more human-like with an chiseled masculine chin and the same expressive eyes and large pointed ears of their women.

The farmer's wife noticing an unsure look as you handed the goblin your robe spoke up. "High-goblins you can trust for business. Still greedy, their nothing like their low-goblin counter parts that roam the wilds."

"Hahaha! Those knuckle dragging runts have no sense of business like we do, impeccable service is our goal. As the lady says, be at ease sir we're nothing like our low-goblin counterparts, our attendant here." You motions to a another goblin perched in a high booth kept an eye on the changing rooms. "Will keep a watch over your clothes and valuables. As even our women are finer than our mud loving counterparts; we have a number of lovely selection of girls and men to attend to any customers bathing needs for just a lead coin for basics." He leaped into a salesman's boisterous pitch to help sooth your worry at giving them your robe. Mentally you noted to adding a self cleaning function to the robe or learning prestidigitation.

He swiftly handed your robe and other clothes off then returned to your group to continue his work. "However, I'd like to remind the sir our bath attendants can't give free services, and I wouldn't give them the chance unless you want to down in something other than our fine hot water." The goblin added with a gaff of laughter and wiggle of his brow.

Divest of your robes the natural heat and humidity struck you, making you groan not only at the forest of beautiful naked women of a half a dozen races in the changing room but from the sudden change in temperature that had you breaking out in sweat.

Entering the steam filled bathes it was closer to a Japanese bathhouse with stool and buckets to rinse and wash the body before entering the main bath. A male goblin kept watch over the baths stopping here and there wherever he found grime or filth that wasn't washing away he'd grumble and gesture for a little and the filth would vanish. He'd continue his inspection, where he grimaced on finding a tub that hot enough juding by the how his face had changed after sticking a hand in the water.

Calling a goblin over he pointed at the tub. "Tell that slacking idiot to get back to heating the water with his fire magic, there's no money if the water is cold! And if he doesn't get back to it, I'll go back there and wring his neck myself!" He dismissing them running a hand down his face. "Swear that boy has to be low-goblin with his work-ethic." He sneered as he returned to work. And you assume he spoke in goblin as no one else took notice of his words.

Unsurprising, the baths were also unisex as men and women bare naked freely mixed as both sexes eyed the other for the finest specimens.

Running down the center of the room were unusual massage tables, possessing a curtain around their edges and groves leading into holes that didn’t take much to assume the purpose of considering their placement.

Each table had one of the short green skinned goblins masseuses and masseurs at the ready, some were charming customers luring them to spend more coin for a massage. One pair of masseuses found a mark in a human man they led to a table laying him down one straddled him drizzling the massage oil onto her large tits and a little onto his back, finished with her preparations the small goblin woman sprawled her body on his, her oiled up body glided over his back her tits lathering it with the oil.

While she worked the other goblin woman disappeared under the curtain. The shadow outline of her under the table jerking the man to hardness before bobbing her head on his cock easily seen. The sexual work with its token concealment didn't draw any attention, the mans grunts and sloppy sound of the blowjob were taken in stride by the bathhouse occupants as any other sound they'd expect.

Another job the masseuses and masseurs that was a svelte gnome woman was enjoying her loose restriction by being the middle of a goblin sandwich on her stool as two stacked goblin women lathered their charge in soap using their breasts and bodies. The goblin's grinded their customer between them, sliding up and down the woman's body at times putting gnome's head in a prison of their tits letting her motorboat in them, and the gnome's hands were very busy groping her attendants plump butts.

One fox-beastfolk man had a goblin bouncing on his lap lathering his front using her body, more noticeable was his cock sliding through her ass cheeks that hogdogged it and loud fleshy clapping as they met his thighs. An act she was stopped at once he was thoroughly soaped up, but a pained whine and whisper made her continue this time she held a hand to keep his cock between her cheeks until her customer came.

None of those lurid displays attracted extra-attention and were simply another part of daily life.

The contest among the woman gazing at the men for 'finest specimen' was swiftly won and ended by your entrance as dozens of pairs of eyes of several races glued to your member, some races more expressive in their interest. A beastfolk woman with wings being preened by her husband melodically ‘wolf’ whistled earning a look and little flap of his wings from her husband.

“What? You can’t tell me any of your buddy’s are that hung! Yours certainly isn't.” She defensively stated, and emphasized her point by cupping his flaccid cock.

Feeling great you took a stool beside the husband, the wife and daughter finding their own stools to wash up, joining the other women who almost swarmed them for juicy details.

“Eh, lad did ye ever ask Haverty’s priest to uuh what's that word. Add a contraceptive to the blessing? As with how ye came, I doubt it won’t take.” He casually brought up as you both washed up.

That’s a thing? “Uhhh no, didn’t cross my mind.” You uncertainly answered, unsure how he'd take you possibly knocking his wife up.

He snorted and slapped your back. “Don’t reach fer yer coinpurse lad, we’re countryfolk… Well that, I like ya quite ta bit and ye've put me in a bind with how generous yer are. I won’t ask ye for a bastard price, that’s a cityfolk thing.” He good naturedly smiled at you, then continued talking at your confusion.

“Haverty’s number are famed for how ‘neglectful’ they are adding that part of their blessings.” He took a deep breath. “And new hands on the farm would be nice, me and the wife have had issues since our daughters birth and never the time or coin to see what was wrong. So look forward lad.” He told you before letting you return to your bath.

With that unloaded onto you, you were free to delve into your thoughts and decide what you wanted to do for the future. You could pursue a grander plans and ideas for naturally earned wealth and fame or perhaps you could play around with this family or one of the many, many interested women around you. Though maybe spend some time on scholarly pursuits of learning about the place your in.

Or maybe something more immediate could do? You considered eying one of the bath attendants.