Stranger in an Eastern Fantasy.

In your mind you knew what you wanted to see first, somewhere that was a smorgasbord of what the figment of imagination turned reality of Mellovian could offer.

Your point of arrival was to be the successor states where what was once the heartland of the eastern empire that was shattered centuries ago, though would mean they were likely a rich nexus of trade and commerce with people conquered during the time of the empire.

In a flash that had you madly blinking it took you a moment to figure out it wasn’t a flash, but the instantaneous shift from your bedroom to standing beside what looked like a poorly maintained paved road that was cracked, parts stolen and pockmarked with potholes that broke up the deep ruts cut into it over hundreds of years of use.

In the next the cloying oppressive humid heat hit you like a train in your sweatpants and a t-shirt that had you on the verge of sweating, you tugged on your shirt to fan yourself. And the sounds of insects, birds singing and flowing water reached your ears.

Looking around you, the expanse of road you stood next to was empty of travelers one direction seemed to stretch out for miles and you thought you spied some pin pricks of houses in the distance then in the other direction you the road gently descended from the hill you must be on as it was like you could see forever across miles of water-logged fields surrounding what must be a city in its expansive stretch across the land from its place next to the river.

Following the path of the river shapes dotted it slowly moving across its surface and became more distinct as you slowly turned around you to the massive river easily a mile or more wide filled with river traffic behind you.

Deciding you needed privacy you moved off the road to a more secluded spot out of sight of the river and road you opened the notebook you made several necessary changes for your exploration of this world.

‘The notebook is soulbound to me and can be dismissed at a thought into a secure pocket-dimension where its fully repaired on entering and summoned to my hand with a writing utensil at a thought.’

For good measure you tested the ability finding it performing exactly as it should.

‘I possess a magical encyclopedia that covers all aspects of Mellovian no thicker than three inches and will open to the exact page of what I am looking for, if opened by anyone that isn’t the owner(Me) it will appear to be a very boring book in english. It can be dismissed at a thought into a secure pocket-dimension where its fully repaired on entering and summoned to my hand.’

Sure, you could have simply made a tablet or put it all on your phone. But, you felt like roleplaying this, fitting in and playing along.

‘I possess a robe which keeps me at a comfortable temperature no matter the weather.’

‘I possess a coin purse which will always provide the desired amount of local currency when the owner reaches into it.’

‘I can speak, read, write and understand all languages Mellovian.’

Then you gave yourself a pair of hiking boots, as you had a lot of walking ahead of you in your exploration. For baggage you gave yourself a handy haversack that you empty your pockets into and placed the encyclopedia mentally nothing to be careful with using it in public then dismissed the notebook.

Throwing the robe on and suddenly the sweltering weather was far more bearable letting you breathe a sigh of relief and find a rock to sit down on watch the bustling river traffic float past and think about your goals.

It hadn’t struck you when you glanced at it, now on second look you realized the boats larger than the canoes, the little fishing boats and coracles were large asian Junks, recognizable from their ribbed sails.

“Huh.” You let out in wonder. Feeling a little sheepish, you honestly had been expecting something closer to your typical European style fantasy nation or fantasy Rome than something like China during one of its many periods of civil war.

Leaning forward you eyed one of the large junks being rowed up the river, on its deck standing out like a beacon among the male sailors scurrying about was a woman with silver hair in a pony-tail that went past her hips stretching in a sarong fluttering in the river breeze flashing her white underwear and wearing a wrap crop-top that gave a healthy amount of side-boob, notably in her arms above her head was a bow and quiver at her hip denoting her job as a guard.

Enjoying the sight of her as she finished stretching she leaned on the railing eyes closed enjoying the same breeze making her sarong dance. Another woman petite compared to the first one in a tight chest-wrapping and bikini bottom and cloak appeared on deck with her own bow who went about cutting a straight line across the deck to the first woman.

She slowed as she neared the first woman, carefully approaching wearing a mischievous smile and wriggled her gloved fingers moving her hands slowly to hover beside the distracted woman hips. Surging forward petite woman grabbed other archers hips and thrust hers against the bent over woman's ass with a smack that barely reached your ears.

The silver haired guards eyes snapped open with a frown, her face of complete exasperation as she looked behind her to find the second archer wiggling her eyebrows at her. Irritation turned to amusement as both women laughed as the taller archer turned back to enjoying the breeze shifting to offer her butt to the other woman. The petite woman resumed her hip trusting, pounding her comrade from behind, dry humping her fellow for obvious sexual gratification to the distraction of the male sailors.

The brazen display was a long suffered distraction to the male sailors whose pace of work slowed to stop in places to longingly glance over to the petite lesbian milking her privileged extra room under social norms for all its worth as she reduced herself to a quivering mess humping the other guard.

Those men clearly thought better than to try to cop a feel and disturb the armed women with their lust. Instead those who could disappeared below deck.

Ok… You are not disappointed. At. All. Your cheeks almost hurt from your grin from the clever **** of norms you’d witnessed, you were torn between laughter and being turned on.

Referee, you'd like to report an egregious **** of your setting. Oh, and buy that woman a drink.

Freakin bards man.

Clasping your hands together you looked to the sky in satisfaction. “Bless myself for making this world.” You praised yourself then shot two thumbs up to the women.

After that display you were inspired, as you pondered how to achieve your goals. Then it came to you, you had a book of perfect knowledge of the world and could tweak things however you pleased.

You could be a quest giver. Nurturing groups of sexy adventurers to protect you which you could seduce, toy with and if you found ones you liked form a loyal group of women to do your bidding as they help you become rich enough to travel the world.

It could be fun, playing ‘politics’ in town building connections, allies, friends and sampling the local culture and women or playing around with locals.

That contended with thrill of adventuring yourself, traveling with your adventurers, slow spooning with them under the stars, frantic fucking while high on victory or inducing a sexual resolution to a problem.

Or by another token, you could play scholar and work your way into a noble’s favor using their predispositions to your advantage to fuck every woman under their roof.

You weren’t short on options.

Sighing you shake your head and pushed your job choice back to be decided later. You had a town to get to as you were still in the middle of nowhere.

Either fortune or maybe favor of the local gods or spirits you heard the creaking wheels of a wagon, taking a peak you spotted an ox-drawn wagon filled with sacks with three people at the front. Seeing your chance to avoid walking for hours you opened up your encyclopedia looking up prices for a ride and local currency.

Helpfully it informed you that a ride this distance would at a fair price be procured for two lead coins, and that 10 lead coins to a copper 20 to an iron coin and 10 copper or 5 iron coins to a bronze coin. Assured you wouldn’t be a sucker you approached the road flipping your robes hood back you waved them down.

“Hey, how much for a ride to the city!” You bark out.

Flagging down the cart you saw its occupants all humans, consisting of a middle-aged man in a straw hat and weather beaten face and clothes of a moderately well to do farmer in a great mood seated beside two women, his wife looking in her late twenties and teenage daughter you assume from their similarities weren’t in such great moods being exasperated and bored respectively.

It wasn’t hard to understand why he’d be in a good mood, as the two women were stunning with long perfectly straight raven-black hair reaching down their backs, heart-shaped faces with breath-taking features adored with twin sapphire jewels and olive skinned bodies were perfectly tanned from farm work that they did.

What both women clothes enhanced their looks as they wore Vietnamese áo dài’s without the pants showing off their slender fit tanned legs, and the traditional long tunic was form-fittingly tight clinging to the curves of their plum-sized breasts, it continued down with its hem above their knees and the material was thin to the point of translucence that only turned opaque over their breasts and mounds yet revealed the lack of a bra or panties.

A curious thing was the swords at both women's sides.

Bringing his cart to a stop the farmer looked to his wife who took in the surroundings with a suspicious eye then eyed you up. Unlike her mother, the daughter quirked her head looking at you with curiosity.

“He looks harmless.” The wife curtly stated after a second.

Her words made the farmer snort in amusement who casually groped and rubbed her firm ass.

“Old bat must like the look of you stranger-ow!” He yelped as his wife gave him a sharp tug of his ear.

“My age doesn’t matter husband, bandits have been getting bolder recently and you’ll stop for anyone on the road.”

That made you wonder what her actual age was.

Chuckling as he rubbed his ear still smiling. “Ah well stranger, call it five lead coins and ya can hitch a ride to Khangu.” He said.

Ah, he wanted to bargain as that was way more than the book said, trying not to look excited you were going to test out their predisposition.

Waving your hands in refusal. “That far too much! Two lead coins and since we’re the only ones here I’ll even flash my cock to your wife and daughter.”

He blinked taken aback by the offer enthused by it, both women’s eyes twinkled with interest. The daughter rounded to look at her father with pleading eyes, placing her hands on her mother's leg bouncing in place. Her mother's expression of interest was subdued as she wet her lips and gazed at you with lidded eyes.

“Itsss ack!” The farmer hissed cut short as his face scrunched up in pain, you could see his pants were pulled as his wife must have been pinching him. Just a guess from her pointed expression and whisper into his ear.

Nodding at whatever his wife told him. He cleared his throat. “Two lead coins, one now, the second once we’re in Khangu, and girls can stroke yer scepter and jewels of Haverty on the empty road.”

Your what?

Oh, oooohhhh.

This was great.

It was a struggle not to laugh as you nodded. “That’s a deal.” You said handing him his coin, the women shifted giving you a spot between them, the daughter patting it excitedly.

Climbing up you got a bit greedy from that Bard’s demonstration and you wrapped your arms around both women cupping a breast in each hand. Squeezing they gave no negative reaction, the daughter squirmed face flushed and the wife’s little smile, the tight clothes made their stiff nipples painfully obvious to notice.

Both women didn’t waste a moment more as their hands scrambled over your crotch opened your robe and tugged down your pants and underwear to get at your cock. That was a ‘fair’ bit bigger soft than you remember than this morning. Side effect of being the god of sex or maybe your teleportation?

“Aye that’s a gift of Haverty there.” The farmer hooted with an appraising eye like he'd struck gold in the deal.

“Eyes on the road husband, mine are busy.” His wife softly chided him.

Two pairs of hand got to work with plenty of space to work their magic, the mother’s pleasantly coarse hands taking your upper-shaft and glans leaving your balls and bottom half of your shaft in her daughters soft dainty fingers.

Your cock swelled past your original size and kept going until they couldn’t wrap a hand around its girth anymore and to an imposing length seemed to make both women more amorous in the ministrations.

Yup, you weren’t complaining.

It was heavenly as the experienced mother’s strong hands twisted around your pole and teased your tip in an ebbing flow of pleasure, the daughter had eager young energy in her massage of your heavier set of balls and rapidly jerking her half of your shaft.

“Hey stranger, are you an elf?” The daughter asked, not missing a beat on working your cock.

“What?” You blurt out.

“No, he isn’t. His ears neither not long or pointed like I’ve told you.” The mother rebuked, fingers circling the ridge of your glans. “Forgive my daughter’s question, she hasn’t been to the city enough to see an elf before.” She apologized.

“Mom! He’s so white though, like the high-elves from your stories when you were an soldier!” She persisted while cupping and caressing your balls.

Grunting from enjoyment you leaned back and enjoyed the handjob as mother and daughter bickered.

From the side you heard the farmer heave a sigh. “Women.”

Yeah, ‘women’ you agreed with a different meaning. Your body growing hotter as the mother-daughter duo worked your cock together after their argument lapsed turning their attention to fondling your dick.

“Stranger, am I doing a good job? I haven’t done this before, only what mom told me how to do it.” The daughter asked nervously watching her mother's hands skillful work.

“Oh yeah, you’re doing fine.” You groan out and groped her ass causing her to flush and squeak out a thanks, her mother almost seemed proud of your assessment of her daughter.

Breathing heavily in and out you watched the city grow larger and other shapes on the road took shape in the distance as your need grew, until you were sweating from the heat inside you and laboring to breathe as the closest shape on the road was getting too distinct for comfort, you didn’t want it to get blue balled.

“I-I’d rather not get cum on my clothes, could you girls use your mouths to catch it?” You asked.

“Oh! I will!” The daughter volunteered, and went to bend down only to get pushed back by her mother who ducked down in her daughter’s place.

“Daughter, that's our payment so your mothers to collect.” The farmer informed her, idly groping his bent over wife’s butt.

“But! Grgh!” The daughter tried to contend but gave up and pouted instead.

Down below the mother’s tongue flicked in hot wet carnal lines across your tip as she brushed her hair back with one hand and jerked you off with the other taking you over the finish line. Groaning you bucked your hips shoving your tip into her mouth as the first rope of cum coated her tongue.

Her head followed your cock lipped wrapped around your tip and latched onto it as your balls pumped more cum into her mouth to her vocal enjoyment. The situation was its own aphrodisiac, you were cumming into a woman’s mouth in front of her own daughter, and her husband was grinning at her suckling another mans cock, your cock with a thirst as it all earned her a hefty mouthful of your cum.

Sighing in satisfaction, the wife stayed down your cock in her mouth. Her hand slowly running from base to tip to wring the last drop of cum from your cock for several minutes. Until with a slick pop she sat up, a string up your cum on her chin that dripped onto her sheer clothes, turning to her husband she opened her mouth showing off your cum to him.

He mirthfully cheered. “Eh, that’s a migh’ty extra payment there stranger.”

Closing her mouth his wife demure rubbed her thighs together and swallowed your cum a little bit at a time while her put out daughter helped you get yourself decent before the group of travelers approaching could see your soft schlong hanging in the breeze.

If this was just your first few hours here, then you were looking forward to your time here ahead.