Wrong.

It's a small house and doesn't take much to skip over the first door on your left and head into the second one. It's a cosy bedroom, a little punk rock for your tastes with a skull or two here and some very metal looking posters that you don't recognise. Of course you don't you think to yourself, the lead signer on one of the posters is green and she has tusks.

You look around the room some more, a dresser and a nightstand, a table with arrows and tools you assume for making arrows or servicing a crossbow. You walk over to the bed and begin to strip down. You undo the breastplate first, it lands with a dull thud on the bed. Next the tunic, unclasping the locks by the shoulder you pull and peel yourself out of the form fitting gear. You were tall enough to play basketball, not all enough to make the league, but your a big enough guy that it feels difficult getting out of the skin tight clothes. Your best guess is this outfit is for a rogue type of adventurer. You've played your fair share of games to know the type.

The material stretches well enough and you are faster with the pants. The matter is stronger than you give it credit for, it won't tear from some pulling. As the pants come off you think to yourself, "Damn, just as Miss Almara said, it was tight in the crotch.....wait, didn't Ixy said these clothes belong to her husband?"

As you neatly fold the close and put the at the foot of the bed, your stand nude and think to yourself, "I'm gonna need underwear. Crotch sweat must be guaranteed wearing that shit."

You lay in bed, cover down to your shins. The bed is a little small for you, but comfortable.

You look to the window, "Can't be real. Ain't no way I left New York like that. But if I did, what is life gonna be now?"

Your head rests against the pillow, "Nah, B. I'm gonna wake up and be back home."

You believe those words. At least you were certain until the bedroom door creeps open. In the dim hallway you see a curvy figure. As the door closes and your eyes readjust to the dark room you make out Ixy. In less clothes.

Now clad in a pair of black panties with a pillow clutched to her chest the red skinned beauty walks towards you, wide hips swaying, as subtle jiggle in her toned, but thick thighs.

Soon enough she is standing at the edge of the bed as your eyes roam over her. Is she topless?

Then your eyes meet as she opens her mouth, "You're big."

You reach for the sheets to cover up, your staring caused a reaction and your sizeable length has responded to the sight of the bottom heavy birthday demon, "My bad, I don't mean to-"

"Not that," she responds, a light blush on her face, "You take up a lot of space, my bed isn't made for lanky humans."

You're about to retort when Ixy raises a leg to the bed and climbs onto you. The places the pillow unto your chest and lays on it, but as you feel her warmth join yours your dick throbs as it touches her thigh.

She huddles on your right side and looks up at you, "Sleep. Whatever questions you have we'll answer in the morning."

Her voice sounds less irritated, it's warm. As odd as it is to share a bed with what may well be a servant of the underworld, her words soother you. Even more than Almara's hand. Your cock throbs again as you remember it, but Ixy simply nuzzle the pillow on your chest, "Sleep, Nothing is happening tonight so don't get too excited."

Easier said than done. You are naked with a topless woman laying on you. Any man's blood would be racing. But you also fell from the sky and through a roof. Maybe you are kinda....zzzz.