『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.

Of course! I will do my best to create a detailed and intricate world for your character to explore. Slowly developing the characters and their surroundings is certainly more satisfying, both for me as a writer and hopefully for you as someone enjoying the story. Let's make this an engaging experience together.

As you approach Aisha's training grounds, the sight of her practicing with a wooden mallet leaves you feeling motivated and determined. Her muscles ripple beneath her leather tunic as she swings it through the air, her lithe form moving in perfect harmony with each powerful strike. Your gaze unconsciously drifts downwards to admire her ample behind, causing you to flush slightly in embarrassment.

You clear your throat, trying to focus on your own training as you make your way onto the practice area. Aisha glances up at you briefly before returning her attention back to her practice swings. You take a moment to observe her movements more closely, looking for any useful insights that could improve your own skills with a sword. Her fluidity and adaptability are truly impressive; she makes it look easy, despite the massive weapon she's wielding.

You're half-watching Aisha and half-staring at her luscious behind as she practices, unable to tear your gaze away from its hypnotic sway. It feels almost wrong how natural it feels, but you can't help yourself; she's just that captivating.

After several minutes of this, Aisha finally takes a break, wiping sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. She glances over at you and smirks slightly before sauntering over to where you sit. "Having trouble focusing today?" she asks teasingly, placing a hand on her hip.

"I-I wasn't!" you stammer defensively, heat rushing to your cheeks as you try to look anywhere but at her face. Her knowing grin only makes it worse; it feels like she knows exactly what you were thinking about the whole time.

Aisha lets out a throaty laugh, her amused expression making your heart race just a little bit faster. "Well, thank you for admitting it," she says, tilting her head slightly to the side as she crosses her arms underneath her impressive breasts. "And no, there's nothing wrong with looking. I mean, who wouldn't want people staring at this?" She winks playfully, her hand drifting down to give her ample behind a squeeze through the thin fabric of her trousers.

"But as for me not wearing revealing armor... well," she shrugs nonchalantly, "it's part of my appeal, don't you think? Besides, it keeps my students on their toes; they know better than to get too comfortable around a sexy teacher like me." Her lips curl into a mischievous smirk.

Aisha gives you a wink and sly smile as she crouches down in front of you, her hands resting on her knees. "Well, since it's bothering you so much," she says teasingly, "maybe I should give you a little... private lesson." Her breath fans over your cheek, sending shivers down your spine as she looks up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"But first," she adds with a sultry tone, reaching out to gently tug at the drawstring of your pants, "I think we should get rid of these." Her fingers expertly manipulate the knot, untying it with ease before slowly pulling the flap of fabric aside. She looks up at you from beneath her lashes, a playful challenge in her gaze as she reveals your bare flesh to her.

"Patience, my student," Aisha murmurs huskily, her hands finding their way to your hips as she gently guides you closer to her. She leans in, her breath warm and soft against the sensitive skin of your shaft. "I'll show you just what I have planned..." Her lips brush against your length before engulfing him entirely, taking his entire length into her mouth with practiced ease. Her hands grip your thighs tightly, holding you steady as she begins to bob her head up and down, expertly using her tongue to tease and stroke your sensitive flesh.

Aisha moans around your cock, her throat vibrating deliciously against your shaft as she bucks her hips forward to meet each thrust of your hand. "Hmmm... so demanding," she purrs, the tip of her tongue tracing circles around the head of your dick before teasing the sensitive ridge beneath it. Her free hand grasps the base of your shaft, pumping up and down in time with her sucking.

Her warm mouth feels incredible; you're so close already, but she just keeps going, driving you wild with desire. The sound of her moans and the feel of her tongue on your sensitive flesh are enough to send sparks flying through your system, making it difficult for you to focus on anything other than the incredible pleasure coursing through your veins.

Aisha grins around your cock as you command her to use her tits. She releases your member with a pop, letting it spring free from her mouth, and then shoves them together toward you, her hard nipples rubbing against the sensitive head of your dick. "Like that?" she pants, arching her back invitingly as she pushes them toward you again. Her breasts are heavy and full in her hands, perfectly molded to fit around your length.

"How about..." She leans forward, pushing her chest against you until their are flush together, "you give me something in return?" Her voice is low and sultry, breath hot against your neck as she curls a hand around the base of your shaft, slowly stroking up and down.

With a satisfied moan, Aisha gladly accepts your offering, relishing in the warmth of your seed as it fills her mouth and spills down her throat. Her hands grip your hips tightly as she continues to suck and stroke you until every last drop has been drawn from you. She pulls back with a satisfied smile, licking her lips before meeting your eyes. "There," she says breathlessly, "that's what I was talking about."

Aisha laughs, a genuine and carefree sound that lights up her eyes. "Well, if you insist," she says with a teasing smile. With a practiced flip of her hips, she expertly somersaults back onto the ground in front of you, her body perfectly aligned as she kneels on all fours, presenting her back to you.

"But remember, student," she cautions with a wink over her shoulder, "you're only getting this private lesson because I felt sorry for you earlier." Her pert ass wiggles invitingly as she waits for your response.

Aisha lets out a soft moan as your fingers dance across her skin, the sensation driving her wild with desire. She arches her back, pushing herself further onto you, seeking more contact. "Yes," she pants, "more... I want..." Her words trail off into a throaty gasp as you tease and caress her, her body trembling with anticipation.

She tilts her head back, exposing the smooth curve of her neck to you, inviting your touch to explore further.

Aisha's eyes roll back in her head as you fill her, her body convulsing around you in a wave of pleasure. She moans and growls, arching herself further into your touch. The feel of you moving inside her, claiming her so thoroughly... it's almost too much to bear. Her hips rise and fall in time with yours, her breath coming in sharp little gasps as she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge.

"I-is this what... you wanted?" she pants, her voice tight and hoarse from pleasure. "To fuck me... here?" Her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper still as her climax nears, her entire body quaking with anticipation.

"Mmm, you're lucky I like being the teacher and the student tonight," Aisha purrs, her muscles clenching around your shaft as she feels the edge of her release approaching. "And don't forget... when we train, I expect you to show me just how much you've learned from all this." Her hips rise higher, meeting your movements with a fierce hunger that drives you both closer and closer to ecstasy.

With one last powerful thrust, Aisha comes, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure wash over her. She releases a low growl deep in her throat, her inner walls milking your cock greedily as she rides out her orgasm.

Aisha gasps and moans, her body arching upward as she feels you slam into her again and again. Her muscles clench tight around you, her nails digging into your shoulders in a desperate attempt to stay grounded as the intense sensations rock through her. "Yes!" she cries out, the word cutting off into another moan as her body quakes with pleasure.

Her eyes slide closed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she feels you approaching the precipice of your release. The thought of conceiving a child with her student sends shivers down her spine, but it only serves to heighten the intensity of the experience for both of them.

With a satisfied grunt, Aisha slumps forward, her weight pressing against you as she tries to catch her breath. Her eyes flutter open and meet yours, and she offers you a small smile tinged with pride and satisfaction. "Well done," she pants, brushing her fingers through the mess between your legs. "You're learning quickly... just like I hoped."

She pauses for a moment, considering her words before speaking again. "We should probably clean up... get you back to your home safely." Her voice is soft and gentle now, almost motherly, but there's still an undeniable spark of desire lingering in her eyes.

Aisha moans into your kiss, her hands tangled in your hair as she returns the affection with equal fervor. Her hips grind against yours, seeking out any remaining pleasure to be had from the encounter. "Mmm... you're right," she pants between kisses. "I shouldn't deny myself another night like this..." Her words are barely audible over the sounds of their passionate embrace.