『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.

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Gefesta turned around, seeing you enter her workshop. A smirk formed on her lips as she walked over to where you sat. "Ah, Marcus! I was wondering when you'd finally come." She said, her voice warm and inviting despite the harshness of the forge. "I've been working on something special for you today... if it turns out well enough," she added with a wink.

The fire in her eyes seemed to dance as she moved, the orange light casting an eerie glow over her skin and hair, making them appear even more striking than usual. She stopped a short distance from you, leaning against her anvil while glancing at it before looking back at you again. "So... what can I do for my favorite client today?"

Gefesta's voice was soft and alluring, carrying a hint of playfulness that made your heart race.

Gefesta chuckled softly, tilting her head to the side as she studied your weapon. "Of course, dear Marcus," she purred, taking your sword by its hilt. With a graceful motion, she brought it up towards her eye level and began examining it closely, running her fingers over the blemishes you'd mentioned before wiping them on her own clothes. "It looks like some rusted metal chips got stuck in here... and there are signs of stress fractures," she explained, frowning slightly but not enough to remove the playful smile from her lips.

"Don't worry about it," Gefesta said confidently, turning around and sitting down at a large workbench with a grin. "I'll have this as good as new in no time." She reached for a small file and began working on your sword, the steady rhythm.

As you watch Gefesta work, the file making a metallic scratching sound against your sword, you can't help but admire her form. Her muscles ripple beneath her skin with each movement, and there's something so alluring about the way she handles herself around her tools. Your gaze drifts down to her hips, then back up again as she leans forward to get a better angle on the blade.

Her scent fills your nostrils; it's earthy and rich, like smoke from a fire mixed with something sweet and feminine. The sound of her breathing grows more labored as she focuses intently on shaping metal into perfection, but there's no denying the effect it has on you. You can feel your own heart racing in sync with hers, beating wildly against your chest.

Gefesta hummed contentedly as she worked on your sword, not even seeming to realize that her shirt had ridden up in the process. Her breasts were exposed for a moment, the left one pointing directly at you, the rose-colored nipple erect and hard. You couldn't help but stare as she expertly filed along the edge of your blade.

"So," Gefesta said casually between breaths, glancing over her shoulder at you with a smirk that only intensified when it met your gaze fixed on her chest, "how have you been? Anything exciting happen since last time we saw each other?" She asked teasingly.

"Wow, that sounds intense," Gefesta exclaimed, looking impressed despite her tone hinting at sarcasm. "Well, I'm glad you made it out alright... and even better that you brought it to me for repairs. You know I always do my best work with your equipment." She winked playfully before returning her attention back to the sword, skilled fingers moving faster over the blade now.

Her breasts bobbed slightly with each breath, one still partially exposed while she worked, teasing you mercilessly. The tip of her tongue darted out briefly, wetting her lips as her gaze flickered back towards you before returning to focus on shaping metal into perfection once more.

Gefesta chuckled softly, not taking her eyes off the sword in front of her as she continued to work on it with practiced motions. "Oh, you know me," she said casually between breaths, never pausing in her task. "I always give one hundred percent effort into everything I do... even if that sometimes means giving my clients an eyeful." She winked playfully at you over her shoulder.

Her breasts swayed gently with each movement, the weight of them pulled forward by gravity. With every breath she took, more and more skin was exposed to your hungry gaze; her cleavage deepening with each pass of her arms. The soft rosy color of her nipples seemed to stand out even more against the darker pink of her areolae, beckoning you closer like a siren's song.

Gefesta smiled widely, revealing a small dimple in her cheek as she set your newly repaired sword down on the workbench with a satisfied thud. "There you go," she said, brushing off her hands and leaning back against the workbench. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, the rosy nipples now fully erect and clearly visible through the sheer fabric of her top. "I trust it'll serve you well on your next adventure."

Her gaze flickered down to where you were looking before meeting yours again, a teasing glint in her eye that made your heart race even faster. "So," she drawled slowly, "do you think I should charge you extra for the... bonus show?"

Gefesta smiled enigmatically, her voice soft and playful as she answered. "Oh, Marcus... you flatter me. Of course I knew that a big strong hunter like yourself would find such a 'bonus show' enticing." She leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on her thighs and looking at you from beneath lowered lashes.

"But," she continued, drawing out the word teasingly, "you should know that I don't work for free... especially when someone enjoys the fruits of my labor so much." Her voice dropped to a husky whisper as her hand moved up to cup one breast through the thin fabric of her top.

Gefesta raised an eyebrow at you, amused by your offer. "Hmmm," she hummed thoughtfully, considering the idea for a moment before finally shrugging her shoulders. "Well, I suppose if it's going to make you that happy... why not?" She slid off the workbench, standing tall in front of you with one hand on her hip and the other resting casually against a nearby anvil.

"But," she added with a sultry smile, "I should warn you that touching them is only allowed after you've paid what you owe." Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, their soft curves visible even from behind.

"Mmm, I like that," Gefesta purred as she watched you hand over the coins, her eyes flickering hungrily to your hands before returning to meet yours again when they touched her chest. She leaned back slightly against the anvil, presenting herself fully to you now with a satisfied smile on her lips. "Go ahead," she breathed, spreading her legs slightly and lifting her arms overhead in an invitation for you to explore further. "They're all yours."

Her soft, rosy nipples were pressed tight against your fingertips as they brushed over the sensitive peaks, the skin of her breasts warm and smooth beneath them. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, accentuating the movements of your hands as you explored further, tracing circles and patterns across her full curves.

"Mmmh..." Gefesta made a soft, pleased sound as you explored her body with your hands. Her hips rocked forward slightly, pressing herself against you in invitation for more contact. "Yes," she breathed, arching her back and tilting her head back against the anvil, eyes closing as you continued to fondle and caress her full curves, "that's it... stroke me, Marcus..."

Her breath hitched when you squeezed both breasts together from below, lifting them slightly before releasing them again. Her nipples stood erect and hard beneath your fingers, the sensitive flesh pulsing with each beat of her heart. "Oh yes," she moaned softly, rocking her hips faster now, "just like that... just what I needed..."

Her hands went to your shoulders, gripping them tightly as she pulled you closer still, arching her

"Ah!" Gefesta cried out, arching her back even further as you teased her nipple. She threw her head back against the anvil, hair falling across her shoulders in a dark curtain. "Yes," she moaned, her hips moving frantically now, "touch me... feel me..." Her other hand left your shoulder to grip the handle of the nearby anvil, steadying herself as she reveled in the pleasure you were giving her.

Her breath caught in her throat when you twisted and tugged on her left nipple, her back arching even tighter as she let out a long moan. "More..." she gasped, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt herself growing closer and closer to the release she'd been craving for so long.

Gefesta's cries filled the blacksmithing workshop, her body tensing as waves of pleasure washed over her. She arched her back one last time before slumping forward against you, panting heavily as the orgasm finally subsided. "Ah...," she breathed out slowly, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.

Her nipples were still erect and sensitive beneath your fingertips, the skin of her breasts flushed from arousal. She leaned back against you, their bodies joined in an intimate embrace as she regained her composure. "Well," she said after a moment, sounding amused despite her breathlessness, "that was... quite something."

Gefesta smiled back at you, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "Well, since you paid so well... and I did say you could enjoy them for as long as you liked..." She arched an eyebrow suggestively before continuing with a sultry smile, "I suppose I wouldn't mind extending the offer."

Her hands slid down your back, over your buttocks, and then lower still until they cupped your groin. Her thumbs brushed against your erection through the fabric of your pants, her fingers gently massaging and teasing you. "What do you say?" she purred, her voice low and sensual as her touch grew more confident and skilled.

Gefesta smiled slowly, her eyes locked with yours as she arched an eyebrow playfully. "Oh, Marcus," she breathed out softly before leaning in to meet your lips with hers. Her mouth was warm and inviting, her tongue slipping past your teeth and dancing with yours. She moaned into the kiss, deepening it as their tongues tangled together in a sensual dance.

Her hands on your buttocks squeezed gently, pressing you harder against her as she ground herself against you. Her breath came faster, matching the rhythm of your thrusts as she surrendered to the pleasure of the moment.

Their tongues tangled and danced, sliding against each other in a delicate ballet as Gefesta moaned into your mouth. Her hands remained on your buttocks, squeezing gently and urging you closer still. As you felt her wetness against your thigh, she let out a small, satisfied whimper that sent shivers down your spine.

Her hips began to rock back and forth, meeting your thrusts as their bodies moved in perfect synchrony. She arched her back, pressing her breasts against your chest as her breath came faster and shallower. "Oh yes," she panted, "that's it... harder..."

Gefesta's nails dug into your shoulders, pulling you even closer as she sought release from the building tension between them. Her body trembled with each thrust, her moans filling the air and echoing off the steel walls around them

"Hmmm?" Gefesta murmured, her eyes unfocused and glazed with pleasure as she gazed up at you. Her cheeks were flushed pink and her lips swollen from the intense kisses and grinding against each other. She licked her lips absently before leaning in to whisper back into your ear, "Do you like them?" A soft moan escaped her as she ground herself harder against you, seeking relief from the building pressure within her.

Gefesta's body trembled with excitement as you stripped her of her last bit of clothing, revealing her fully to you. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with each breath, her nipples still hard from arousal. "Mmmm," she moaned softly, arching her back slightly as your lips found the sensitive skin at the base of her foot.

Her free hand came up to rest on your shoulder, her fingers digging into your flesh as she held onto you for support and pleasure alike. Her hips gyrated against yours, seeking release from the pleasure that consumed her body.

Gefesta's breath hitched in her throat as you moved up her leg, kissing and licking every inch of skin with expert precision. Her body arched towards yours, anticipation mixing with desire as she waited for your lips to reach the center of her attention. Her hands fisted in the cloth on the anvil behind her, knuckles white from the effort it took not to touch herself, not to speed things up.

Her hips rocked against you eagerly, urging you closer still as her moans grew louder and more desperate with each passing moment. "Marcus," she gasped, her eyes squeezing shut in sweet agony and pleasure, "please..."

"Ahhh!" Gefesta cried out, her hips jerking upwards as you finally brushed against her clitoris. A shudder ran through her body, making her whole form quake with pleasure. Her fingers dug into your shoulder painfully hard, holding onto you for support and relief from the intense sensations building within her.

Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as you continued to tease and torment her sensitive nub, each stroke sending new waves of ecstasy coursing through her veins. Her eyes clenched shut tightly, mouth opening on a silent moan as pleasure consumed her entire being.

Gefesta's cries of pleasure echoed throughout the blacksmith shop, her hips bucking wildly against your face as you lapped at her engorged clit like a starving man to food. The scent of sweat and desire mixed with the natural musk of her arousal, driving you further into a frenzy. Her fingers dug deeper into your shoulders, clawing at your skin as her body writhed uncontrollably beneath yours.

She arched her back, crying out in ecstasy as she felt the first waves of climax wash over her. Her inner walls clenched tightly around your tongue and lips, milking every drop of pleasure from your eager mouth. "Ahhh... Marcus..." she moaned breathlessly, her voice raw from exertion. "Devil... yes..."

Gefesta's back arched even further, her voice rising in a strangled moan as you touched her in new, intimate ways. Her hips bucked violently against your hands and mouth, seeking release from the incredible pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her. Tears of bliss streamed down her flushed cheeks, trailing paths through the dirt and sweat that coated her skin.

Her fingers dug into your shoulders as she thrashed on the anvil, her muscles tensing and relaxing in time with the building tension within her body. "Ahhh... Marcus..." she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper now. "I'm going to... I'm gonna..." Her words trailed off into a moan as she finally came apart beneath you, her muscles tensing convulsively and sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

As Gefesta finally came down from her climax, her body relaxed and she slumped against the anvil with a contented sigh. Her cheeks flushed even deeper with color as she struggled to catch her breath. "Mmm... thank you, Marcus," she murmured softly, looking up at you through half-lidded eyes. She traced a finger along your jawline, the action making her shiver slightly.

Her fingers slid lower, dipping between your body and the armor, caressing your bare stomach before coming to rest on your cock. She gave it a squeeze through the cloth of your pants, feeling it harden once more in response. "Are you ready for me?" she asked with a hint of challenge in her voice.

Gefesta smirked, her fingers dancing teasingly across the head of your cock. "Oh, I think I know just what to do with you," she purred, leaning in close enough that her warm breath fanned across your skin. With a smooth motion, she lowered herself onto your hard length, guiding you inside with practiced ease.

Her body enveloped yours, hot and wet, as she began to ride you slowly, her hips rolling and grinding against you in a sensual rhythm that threatened to send you over the edge once more. Her breasts bounced enticingly with each thrust, their pert nipples brushing teasingly across your chest.

"Is this what you wanted?" she asked breathlessly, her eyes locked on yours as she lifted herself higher before coming back down in a hard, demanding stroke that made your eyes roll back into your head.

Gefesta moaned, her breath coming in quick gasps as you took control of her movements. The sensation of being filled by your cock and having you guide her actions sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her fingers dug into your shoulders, nails scratching lightly at your skin as she arched her back further, offering herself up to you completely.

Her hips moved faster now, her breath coming in short bursts as she felt the familiar tightening deep within her.

A strangled cry escaped Gefesta's lips as you tweaked her nipples, sending shudders of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips bucked and thrashed against yours, desperate for release as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable intensity. Her nails dug into your shoulders, leaving behind tiny pinpricks of pain that only served to heighten the sensations in both of you.

"Yes... Marcus..." she gasped, arching her back further as the orgasm began to peak and then break apart inside her. Her muscles clenched tightly around your cock, milking every last drop of pleasure from your body before finally releasing it with a loud moan.

Spent and satisfied, she collapsed forward onto you, their bodies still connected by the joined hands atop her head.

Gefesta opened one eye lazily, looking up at you with a contented smile playing across her lips. She shifted slightly, nuzzling closer to your chest as she listened to the thunderous beat of your heart against her ear. "And I thought it was just for all that practice I had," she teased lightly before sobering up a little and looking into your eyes. There was a flicker of something unreadable in their depths, but it didn't take away from the sincerity in her voice when she whispered, "I... I'd like that."

Her fingers tightened momentarily around your shoulders before relaxing again.

Gefesta giggled and nipped playfully at your lower lip before pulling back and wiping some stray hairs out of her face. "Well, I think I know just the place to look... later," she said with a grin.

A smile tugs at the corner of Gefesta's lips as she looks up at you, her eyes shining with love and happiness. She squeezes your hand reassuringly, offering a silent promise of a lifelong bond that will weather whatever storms may come their way. As the priest begins to speak his words of blessing, both of your hearts swell with emotion; the love they share for each other growing stronger with every passing moment.

It's in this moment, as you stand before God and all those who mean the most to you, that you realize just how right this all feels. How lucky you are to have found Gefesta, your perfect partner through life's ups and downs. And as the priest pronounces you husband and wife, you feel a warmth spread through your body that has nothing to do with the fire in the hearth or the glow of the candles.

Gefesta giggles into your kiss, her tongue dancing playfully against yours as she pushes you deeper into the shadows of the bedroom. Her hands roam over your body possessively, mapping out every inch of skin as if trying to brand it with her touch. She breaks the kiss only long enough to whisper huskily against your ear, "I've been looking forward to this all day... I want you so badly."

Her hands slide down your back, cupping your bottom and lifting you up so that she can feel your erection pressed firmly against her. She moans softly into your neck as she rolls her hips, seeking out the contact she craves. "Take me," she breathes, her words muffled by the fabric of your shirt.

Gefesta lets out a moan, arching her back as you tease her with your touch. "Mmm... yes, I know what you mean," she whispers hoarsely, shivering with anticipation. Her fingers curl into the sheets beneath her, knuckles white from the effort of not grabbing onto something to steady herself. "Just be gentle... please."

She tenses slightly as you press against her entrance, and then finally gives way with a long, shuddering breath. "Ahhh..." she gasps, her body relaxing into yours as you fill her completely.

"Yes... Marcus..." Gefesta whispers, her voice thick with desire as you move inside her. She arches her back off the bed, tilting her hips up to meet your thrusts and urging you deeper still. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders, drawing small drops of blood as she tries to find purchase in the frenzy of pleasure coursing through her body.

Her moans fill the room, echoing off the walls and intensifying with each rhythmic stroke you make inside her. "Harder..." she pleads, eyes wide and glazed over with lust. "Please... harder."

Her eyes still glazed over with lust, Gefesta manages to give you a small, contented smile. "Yes... husband," she whispers, her fingertips tracing lazy circles on your chest as she comes back down from the high of their shared orgasm. "I'm glad..." she pauses for a moment, swallowing hard before continuing. "I'm glad we did this."

"Indeed, it is," Gefesta replies with a soft sigh, her fingers idly playing through the hair on your chest as she looks down at your face. "I'm glad we found each other, Marcus... I love you and our little family." She leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your lips before settling back against the pillow with a contented smile. The rustle of her clothes tells you that she's adjusting herself comfortably, preparing for another long night of lovemaking as she nestles closer to you, their bodies entwined in perfect harmony.

Nothing can tear them apart now... and neither of them want it to.