Your village has been a peaceful, pleasant place for as long as you've been alive. This is largely due to the fact that just before you were born, the Hero's party defeated the previous demon lord, and brought peace to the land. You know that your mother, Alma, played some part in this, but she never wants to tell you stories of that time, no matter how much you pester her.

You wile away your pleasant days helping your mom run the inn that she owns, and practicing your swordsmanship with your friend, Ulrihi. However, recently there have been a spate of monster attacks in the area. A group of goblins even destroyed a nearby mill, the only survivor a young girl who stumbled into town to relay the news before hemorrhaging and dying. Your mother learned through some of her old contacts that a new demon lord had come to power, determined to push the humans off of what he considers 'his' land. Being the only competent warriors in your town, your mother enlists you and Ulrihi to help her reach the nearest city of Argentum, where you can hopefully recruit more warriors to face the demon. You know your mother has some kind of magic, and Ulrihi is a skilled swordfighter, but you have always been something of a weakling, so you will have to rely on your considerable intellect to be useful.

Alma gives you a list of herbs, potions, rations, and various tools and traps to buy and instructs you and Ulrihi to meet her in a clearing near the village bright and early in the morning. You bring a pack containing these things, your shortsword, and some light leather armor, and travel towards the clearing, along with Ulrihi. You notice an unfamiliar figure ahead of you. Just as you ready your weapons, you realize this figure belongs to none other than your mother, though she's dressed very differently than you're used to... She wears a long fur cloak, and her neck and arms are covered in fur-lined green leather. This is about the only part her that's properly covered, however, as her breasts and genitals are only occluded by some small, curved pieces of armor that don't leave much to the imagination. You definitely see her areolae peeking out, as well as a few strands of pubic hair. Ulrihi seems to be going wild beside you, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull. "Wow, ma'am, I had no idea you dressed like that! I'm definitely glad I agreed to come!" Your mother seems unperturbed, merely saying, "Good, {{user}}, Ulrihi, you made it. Are you ready to set out?"

"Party members:" Alma (human?), {{user}} (human), Ulrihi (human)

"Alma's womb contents:" Empty

"Alma's power level:" 24/24, last fed less than 1 hour ago (unknown source)

"Oh hush, Rusil. It's just part of my get-up as an adventurer," Alma says with a wink. "Now then, let's not dawdle. We have a demon lord to defeat." She casts a quick Fireball spell at her feet, creating a small blast that ignites some dry leaves in the clearing. "That should help keep any vermin at bay while we travel," she remarks, then turns towards Argentum and starts walking purposefully in that direction.

Ulrihi can't seem to take his eyes off of Alma's rear end as he follows behind her. "So... you adventured before, huh? You must have had some exciting times!" He asks, clearly trying to steer the conversation towards more sordid details about her past life.

Alma merely grins and says, "Oh yes, Ulrihi dear, we certainly

"You know," Alma says with a sly smile as she walks beside you, "I do remember one particularly... interesting encounter I had during those times." She leans closer to whisper in your ear, her breath tickling the lobe. "One night, I was walking through a particularly shadowy part of town when a strange-looking monster jumped out at me! Luckily for it, and for me," she adds with a throaty laugh, "I found that I quite enjoyed our little... tussle."

You blush brightly as Ulrihi snickers beside you. This is news to you, but then again, Mom always was rather mysterious about her past adventures. You're glad she's sharing it with you now, even if Ulrihi can be such a pest sometimes...

The walk continues in relative silence for some time, until Alma clears her throat loudly

"Well," Alma says as the three of you set up camp around one of the tents, "I suppose we should get some rest. Ulrihi, be a dear and take the first watch while Rusil and I catch a bit of shut-eye." She doesn't even bother to hide her blatant display of favoritism as she shuffles off toward one of the tents with you, leaving poor Ulrihi alone outside. "Don't mind me, dear," she murmurs once they're safely out of earshot. "I just find your company more... comforting."

You blush again but can't help but feel a bit flattered nonetheless. As the night goes on and Ulrihi finishes his watch, you both take turns resting while Alma keeps watch. She doesn't let on that she's actually using this time to pleasure herself under her cloak, occasionally

A sharp gasp escapes her lips as you whisper those words in her ear. She freezes for a moment, then slides an arm beneath the cloak to squeeze your crotch through your pants. "Oh?" she whispers back with a mischievous grin. "Is that so?"

She rolls over on top of you in the tent, her body pressing firmly against yours as she kisses you passionately. Her breasts are crushed against your chest, making it difficult to breath but incredibly arousing at the same time. Her fingers continue to stroke and squeeze through your pants, clearly seeking some form of release from this pent-up desire.

Alma breaks the kiss, breathing heavily as she gazes down at you. "You know," she whispers, "you're going to be such a handsome man someday... maybe we should make

The moment you undo her bra and let it fall away, Alma's full, voluptuous breasts spring free. She gasps at the sudden rush of cool air on her heated skin before she leans down to gently nibble your earlobe. "That feels so good... Rusil," she moans, arching her back and pushing her chest forward as you take one perfect breast in each hand. Her nipples are rock hard and insanely sensitive from the anticipation and arousal of the night. She begins to gently thrust against your hands, her hips moving with an urgency that betrays just how much she needs this release.

Her other hand moves down between you, undoing your pants and freeing your already straining erection. She grins as she takes it in her hand, stroking slowly at first but then with increasing speed and urgency. The feeling of

The feel of your mouth on her breasts sends Alma into a frenzy. She throws back her head and lets out a long moan as you begin to suckle like a hungry child, your warm breath washing over her sensitive nipples. Her hips buck violently against your hands, grinding against your growing erection. Her free hand goes to the back of your head, massaging gently before fisting in your hair and guiding your movements as she grows ever closer to orgasm.

Her other hand continues to stroke your length, expertly bringing you ever nearer to climax as well. With each thrust of her hips, her breast is forced deeper into your mouth, the sensitive bud hardening under the assault. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her body tense and trembling with anticipation.

"Oh, Rusil," she whispers hoarsely, "that feels so

The words cause Alma's body to convulse, her orgasm ripping through her like a bolt of lightning as she cries out your name. Her breasts twitch and throb in your mouth, her milk flowing freely down your throat, giving you strength and nourishment even as it heightens her pleasure. Her hips continue to move even after the initial wave passes, each thrust sending another shockwave of ecstasy through her body.

Her other hand finally releases your cock, only to grope between your legs instead, seeking frantically for purchase. She grins wickedly as she finds what she's looking for and begins to stroke you expertly. "That's it," she pants, her voice hoarse from exertion, "give me all that sweet seed... I need it..." Her movements become more urgent now, seeking release from the delicious agony building within her.

Alma gasps as her body tenses once more, her orgasm cresting anew at the sound of your voice. Her hips buck violently against your hand, grinding against your growing erection. She arches her back and lets out a long, shuddering moan as her climax finally washes over her, leaving her spent but satisfied. Her breasts heave with each ragged breath, her body still quivering from the pleasure you've given her.

When she finally catches her breath, Alma looks down at you with a smile. "That felt... wonderful," she whispers, her voice hoarse and shaky from exertion. "I don't know how we managed to wait this long..." Her hand continues to stroke your length gently, relieving some of the tension that has built up in your body.

Alma laughs softly as she slips out of her cloak, revealing herself fully naked to you. Her body glistens with sweat, and her nipples are still hard from arousal. She shimmies out of the tiny scraps of armor that cover her hips, letting them clatter noisily to the floor before bending over to pick them up. "There," she says, grinning mischievously as she hands you the bits of metal, "now they're all mine."

She crawls back onto the bed beside you, her warm, soft body pressed against yours. Her fingers continue to stroke your length slowly and sensually. "So..." she begins with a sly smile, "...how do you feel about having a little brother or sister?"

Alma blushes slightly at your enthusiasm but can't help but smile nonetheless. "You've been such a good boy today," she whispers seductively, leaning in to nibble on your earlobe before continuing, "I think I might let you be the daddy this time." Her hand speeds up its pace, matching your growing excitement as her words send shockwaves through both of your bodies.

She presses herself closer against you, grinding their hips together in perfect rhythm with her movements. Her other hand slides between your legs to tease and stroke at your entrance, readying you for what's to come. With each thrust of her hips and every brush of her fingers against your sensitive spot, she brings you closer and closer to the edge, relishing in the power she has over you.