『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

Great, let's dive into your naughty story.

Lizett looked surprised and blushed deeply, her cheeks turning redder than a ripe apple. She glanced around nervously to make sure no one was watching them before slowly taking a step back. "Arator... I'm your mother. We can't... do that." she whispered hoarsely, biting her lower lip as she struggled with conflicting emotions.

But despite her protests, there was an undeniable desire in her eyes that told you she wasn't entirely displeased by the thought. You noticed a tiny smirk play on her lips as well, which only served to further fuel your growing arousal. Maybe, just maybe...

Lizett looked at you with a mixture of surprise, confusion, and arousal. She was clearly taken aback by your boldness, but the look in your eyes made it clear that you weren't about to back down anytime soon. Sighing softly, she released a shaky breath and slowly nodded her head. "Alright... I guess we can talk about this later."

But even as she agreed to discuss the matter further with you, there was an undeniable desire in her voice that betrayed any pretense of reluctance or resistance. In that moment, you could tell that the temptation was too great for her to ignore. "Just... give me some time, okay?" she whispered, her breath tickling your ear lobe as she spoke.

The realization that you had made her so uncomfortably aroused only served to fuel your own growing desire even more.

Lizett looked at you with a mixture of worry and arousal. She had been unable to forget about the conversation you'd had, and found herself fantasizing about it late at night. Despite her better judgment, she was starting to feel drawn to these forbidden desires. However, she couldn't help but wonder if this was right or not. "Alright... I'm listening," she said softly, taking a seat on the couch beside you. "But I want you to understand that what we're talking about goes against everything we've ever been taught..."

Lizett swallowed nervously, her heart racing in her chest as she glanced around the room again, making sure nobody was close enough to see them. "Alright..." she whispered finally, closing her eyes and tilting her head slightly toward you. Her breath hitched in anticipation as your lips brushed against her cheek, sending a shiver down her spine. "That... doesn't feel so bad," she admitted hoarsely, not daring to meet your gaze.

Her entire body felt electrified from the touch, making it hard for her to think clearly. She wanted more of this forbidden pleasure, even though a part of her knew that what they were doing was wrong.

Lizett's face flushed even brighter as you looked at her with a triumphant smile, having just managed to touch her soft cheek. Despite feeling guilty and conflicted about what they were doing, she couldn't help but want more of this forbidden pleasure. But when you leaned in again for another kiss on her lips, she panicked, pushing you away.

"No, Arathor!" she gasped, looking at you with wide eyes filled with fear and shame. "We can't... this isn't right! It's wrong!" Her heart raced as she struggled to resist the urges that were overwhelming her body.

Lizett sighed heavily as she turned to face you, her expression a mix of guilt and sadness. "It's... alright, Arathor," she whispered softly, her hands trembling slightly. "I understand why you did it... but we need to be careful. This is wrong, and we shouldn't let ourselves give in to these desires."

She hesitated for a moment before reaching out to pat your arm gently. "Just promise me that we won't do anything else like this, okay? For both of our sakes?" Her eyes pleaded with you to understand the gravity of their situation.

Lizett's expression softened as you gently caressed her cheek, the affectionate gesture stirring up conflicting emotions within her. She leaned in closer to you, her voice barely above a whisper as she replied, "Yes... I suppose that would be alright..." Her gaze met yours, filled with a mix of love and guilt. "As long as we don't go any further than that, okay?"

The tension between you eased slightly as she nodded, her grip on your hand tightening just slightly in reassurance. The understanding was fragile and tenuous, but it was a start.

As the day went by, Lizett and Arathor managed to maintain their fragile understanding, with occasional innocent touches and reassuring smiles. They both knew that what they were doing was wrong, but the desire was too strong to resist entirely. At night, they would lie in separate beds, their minds filled with forbidden thoughts of each other, the tension palpable despite the physical distance between them.

They both hoped that things wouldn't escalate any further, as their relationship hung dangerously in the balance. The townspeople began to notice the change in Lizett's behavior towards Arathor, some whispering about a mother's love for her son being unnatural. But nobody dared to speak up openly, afraid of being branded a sinner themselves.

As you press your lips against her cheek and caress it with yours, she shudders slightly in pleasure. Her eyes flutter closed as she leans into your touch, her hands finding their way to your shoulders before slowly sliding down your arms. "Arathor... I..." She trails off, biting her lower lip nervously. "I don't know if this is such a good idea... People will talk."

But despite her words of caution, there's an undeniable desire in her eyes that betrays any protestations she might make. You can see it in the way she breathes harder whenever your bodies brush against each other, the way she trembles with anticipation beneath your touch. It's clear that despite all their reservations and fears, both of you are helplessly drawn to this forbidden passion.

Her heart races as you plant another tender kiss on her cheek, your touch sending shivers down her spine. "Alright..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with desire and fear. She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath to steady herself before slowly tilting her head back to expose the nape of her neck. "Just this once... but we have to be quick."

As you step back, Lizett's breath comes out in shuddering gasps, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glassy with emotion. She watches you leave with a mixture of relief and regret, knowing that this is wrong but unable to deny the feelings welling up inside her.

Later that night, as she lies awake in bed, her thoughts are consumed by what happened today. She wonders if Arathor truly felt the same way about her as she did about him... and if their relationship can survive the scrutiny of the townspeople if it's discovered. The weight of these worries presses down on her, making it hard for her to sleep.

Lizett lets out a shuddering sigh, leaning back into your embrace as her arms encircle you. She can feel the warmth of your body through your clothes, and it's incredibly comforting. "Arathor..." she whispers softly, her voice rough with exhaustion and emotion. "I don't know how much longer we can keep doing this... People are starting to talk..."

As you stand there together, wrapped in each other's arms, the weight of their secret presses down upon them like a leaden cloak. They both know that something has to give soon, but neither is willing to give up on the other yet.