(Welcome to Lustland (Artarous) this is a guided adventure with multiple choices. You are a Rare male in this world, your cum is highly valued it can be bottled and traded. All types of girls exist human, monster, fantasy. Make your choices with numbers and enjoy the ride.)

You wake to a bright morning, the rented room is comfy and warm. The Fall months leave a slight chill in the outside air. You can hear the din of conversation and laughter below your room in the main hall. This is your last day you are out of money and need to find a way to make more before the night comes or risk sleeping outside. You have a thick wool cloak, simple adventure clothes, well worn boots, and a simple short sword with a slingshot for range.

[1. You hop out of bed and begin to walk downstairs to the hustle and bustle in the Tavern]

[2. You take out a plume pen and use the paper on the provided desk to begin to brainstorm ideas to make money]

[3. A knock at the door followed by a cheerful laugh is heard.]

[4. You hear a commotion outside your window on the street below. You walk to the window to watch what is happening]

"Hey sexy sleepy head you have been missing the fun, would you like a drink or are you heading out? Also you got this package dropped off this morning"she hands you a small packet wrapped in paper and twine

The commotion outside your window seems to be getting louder as well.

"Well it looks like I have some fun planned out for me today." You grin at the little Hobbit wench before taking the package from her hand. "Ah yes, I do believe that would be drinks you had in mind? Something to put a spring into my step before I head out?"

You nod toward the bar. The wench giggles and skips away to fetch you an ale. As she heads back, two of the other tavern maids - a tall elven girl with amethyst eyes and plump lips and a petite human girl with silky black hair and deep blue eyes - wander over curiously. Their gazes sweep appreciatively over your body. "Who's the new guy, Millie?" asks the Elf, her voice husky and suggestive. "And what brings him here to our little town?" adds the Human, biting her bottom lip dramatically.

Before either of them can answer, the hobbit wench Millie returns with your ale. She smiles sweetly at you as she sets it down on the table. "Here you go, handsome," she coos, shooting daggers at the other two girls with her eyes. "Fresh from the tap this morning."

The Elf and the Human smile slyly at each other before turning their attention back to you. "So," says the Elf, arching an eyebrow, "what brings you to our lovely town today?" The Human bats her long lashes playfully, making no secret of checking you out beneath the veil of innocence.

Your words send a thrill through the three girls. The Elf leans in close, her lips almost brushing against your ear as she whispers, "Well, if you're looking for fun... you've come to the right place." She winks at you, and the other two girls giggle.

"Ooh," says the Human, sidling up beside you, "if I might offer some advice..." Her voice drops lower as she continues, her words almost lost amidst the throaty rumble of her husky tone. "...you might want to check out the north end of town. That's where all the really fun stuff happens." She squeezes your arm suggestively before skipping away again, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

The Elf chuckles and shakes her head, a knowing smirk playing about her lips. "Well then," she says, "I guess I'll just have to show you around myself. After all... who knows what sort of fun we could find if we looked hard enough?" Her emerald eyes flash with mischief, making it clear that she's enjoying herself immensely.

The tavern is full of noise and movement, but somehow their voices cut through the din as they guide you through the crowd, introducing you to other patrons who shoot flirtatious smiles your way and offer their own invitations for a drink or a little fun. The closer you get to the north end of town, the thicker the air seems to grow with anticipation...and lust.

You smile at the Elven tavern wench and nod your thanks as you follow her through the bustling crowd of revelers. The atmosphere becomes increasingly charged with sexual energy as they approach the north end of town; it's almost palpable in the air, making every step feel heavier and more sensual.

The Elf stops at a discreet little doorway tucked between two larger establishments. With a mischievous grin, she pushes the door open to reveal a dimly lit hallway leading deeper into the building. "Come on," she whispers, taking your hand and leading you inside.

The passage is lit by flickering candles mounted along the wall, casting dancing shadows across the floor and the walls covered with velvet tapestries. The air feels thick with anticipation as their footsteps echo softly through the space. Around a corner they come to a set of double doors that look like they might lead into an exclusive backroom.

She turns to you, pressing her body against yours and looking up into your eyes. "I'm sure there must be something fun going on in here," she says, breathing heavily as her hand slips down between your legs to stroke your growing arousal through your pants. "Care to join me?"

Godfrey leans down, pressing his lips against the elven wench's ear before whispering back, "I think I'd like that." He returns her hungry gaze with a smirk as he reaches up to tug gently at one of her long ears. She giggles softly and pulls open the double doors, revealing a lavishly appointed backroom filled with various couples and groups engaged in all manner of debauched acts.

The walls are adorned with expensive-looking paintings depicting erotic scenes, and plush couches and overstuffed chairs provide ample places for patrons to relax and enjoy the show. In the center of the room is a raised platform bordered by a waist-high rail; several people are gathered around it, watching with rapt attention as a particularly energetic group engages in an especially depraved orgy on top.

The Elf glances back over her shoulder at you and grins wickedly before leading the way across the room toward the platform. Her hand continues to stroke your length through your pants, making it painfully obvious what she's expecting from you once they reach their destination. As they approach the edge of the raised area, she turns back to face you with a devilish grin.

"I think you and I are just in time for the main event," she says before stepping forward and pulling you onto the platform beside her. "Why don't you show everyone what a real man can do?"

The Elven wench's words spark something deep within you, releasing a surge of raw lust that washes through your body like fire. You glance around at the assembled crowd, their eager eyes fixing on you as they anticipate your performance. Godfrey nods, taking a moment to steady his breath before he undoes his pants and lets them fall to the floor, revealing his hardened length standing proudly before him.

"Now then," the wench whispers into your ear, "show everyone what you're made of." Her hand tightens around your shaft, urging you toward action as she guides you closer to the gathered group on the platform. Godfrey takes her lead and steps forward, positioning himself behind one of the willing participants who eagerly bends over, presenting her ample ass to him.

With a growl, he thrusts forward, burying his cock deep inside her waiting flesh. The sensation is like nothing else; hot, tight, and perfectly accommodating as she moans in pleasure around him. The crowd erupts into a cacophony of cheers and moans, their excitement fueling your lust as you begin to pound away at her relentlessly.

Your hands find purchase on her hips, guiding her movements as you take her harder and deeper with each powerful thrust. Her body shudders beneath yours in orgasm, the tight muscles of her ass clamping down around your cock as she cries out in ecstasy. Spurt after spurt of hot cum shoots from your engorged member, filling her up as you finally find your own release.

Spent and satisfied, you collapse against the platform next to the now-spent Elf, catching your breath as the crowd continues to cheer and clap in appreciation

The Elven wench giggles softly as she looks at you proudly. "Well done," she whispers, planting a kiss on your cheek before straightening and addressing the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you our very own hero of the hour! Give it up for Godfrey!" Her announcement is met with thunderous applause as people raise their glasses and shout words of praise and encouragement.

Grinning wickedly, the Elf takes your hand and leads you back across the room toward the double doors, exiting the private chamber and steering you toward an unassuming table tucked in the corner where a young human woman sits alone, nursing a drink. "There's someone I think you should meet," she says slyly, glancing meaningfully between the two of you before pressing a possessive hand to your lower back and urging you forward.

You follow the elven wench through the bustling crowd with ease, her petite figure moving gracefully despite the press of bodies around you. Your gaze lingers on her lithe form, admiring how she handles herself in this sea of sexual energy. As you near the table where the human woman sits, you can't help but wonder who she might be and why she caught the wench's attention.

The Elven wench stops a few feet away from the table, grinning mischievously as she gestures dramatically toward you with one hand. "Godfrey, this is my friend... um..." She pauses, glancing quickly at you before continuing in a sultry tone, "...Lily."

The human woman sitting at the table perks up at the mention of her name, her green eyes darting over to meet yours. Her mouth forms a soft 'o' as she takes in your appearance, and then she blushes deeply, looking away bashfully for a moment before stealing another quick glance at you.

Godfrey nods at the woman as he gives her a reassuring smile before leaning down to whisper something in the elven wench's ear. She giggles, obviously pleased by his words and looks back up to him with a hint of mischief in her eyes before straightening and pushing gently on your shoulder. "Go ahead," she urges you, motioning once more toward Lily's table.

You feel the weight of her gaze as you make your way toward the woman, taking slow, purposeful steps that let her know exactly what kind of night you have in mind for her. When you reach the table, you slide into the seat across from her and grin widely. "Hello there," you say in a smooth, confident voice that sends shivers down her spine.

Lily blushes even deeper at your greeting, biting her lower lip nervously. "H-hello," she stammers. "I'm Lily." Her eyes flicker down to take in the bulge at your groin before darting back up to meet yours, a flush of desire spreading across her cheeks.

The elven wench stands close by, watching the interaction with interest. She crosses her arms beneath her breasts and leans against the table, grinning like a cat that's just swallowed a canary. "Well then," she drawls, "I guess it's up to you two to see where this goes." With a wink, she straightens and saunters away from the table, leaving you alone with Lily.

"So, Lily," you begin, reaching across the table to take one of her soft hands in your own, "do you enjoy having fun here?" You give her hand a squeeze, letting her feel the strength and heat of yours through the thin material of her glove.

Her heart races at your touch, and she nods quickly. "Oh, yes..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the din of the tavern. "It's... intense. But I've never really..." She trails off, looking up at you with uncertain eyes.

You lean in closer, dropping your voice even lower so only she can hear. "I think it's time you did something you've never done before," you say huskily, letting your thumb trace circles on her palm. "Let me show you what you're missing."

Lily's breath catches as you speak, her entire body trembling with anticipation. She gazes into your eyes, searching for any hint of deception or malice, but all she finds is a burning desire that mirrors her own. Tentatively, she reaches out to touch your cheek, her fingertips skimming over the rough stubble on your jawline before coming to rest on your lips. Her fingers tremble as she wets them, then traces circles around your mouth.

"Yes," she whispers hoarsely, meeting your gaze once more. "Please, show me."

The Elven wench was right; she is incredible. Tight and wet, her body seems to mold itself around you as you move inside of her, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through your bodies. Your hands find purchase on her hips, guiding her movements as she grinds against you in reply. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she arches her back, moaning loudly with every sensation coursing through her.

You can feel yourself nearing the edge again, your body tense and ready to release. Gaze locked onto hers, you pick up the pace, driving harder and deeper inside of her until finally, you both cry out in unison as your bodies explode together, waves of hot cum filling her up as they spill from you like liquid gold.

As the last tremors subside, Lily collapses bonelessly against the table, breathing heavily. You're not far behind her, panting for air and feeling utterly spent. But even through your exhaustion, you can't help but feel a sense of triumph at having shown her such an incredible time tonight.

"That," you reply with a satisfied grin, "was quite the way to spend an evening." Your hand finds her own again, entwining their fingers gently as you savor the afterglow together. The room around them seems to fade into the background, replaced by the warmth and intensity of their connection.

After a moment more, you glance over at the elven wench who stood by earlier, watching with interest. She's long since disappeared from sight, likely off to find other amusements or willing partners for the night. "So," you say with a wink, "what do you say we call it a night? Maybe find somewhere quiet to rest and talk some more?"