Fantasy Life Simulator!
Create your own journey full of excitement and wonder. Who are you? What will you do? Who will you fuck? Come write your own story! Set in the fantastical Kingdom of Redveil, where strife and corruption run deep allowing for a world of opportunity. I advise you to make use of the "Forge your own path" option as much as possible, the other options are present to help inspire you or give you ideas. All feedback is appreciated and welcome. Enjoy ;)
"I thought this might help us get to know each other better," you say with a wicked grin. With one swift motion, the doll's cock slides into her, filling her up completely. The elven woman arches her back in surprise and pleasure, moaning loudly as the doll begins to thrust inside her.
You watch with eager anticipation, admiring the way she takes all of it without so much as a whimper of protest. Her body is made for this, designed for pleasure and fulfillment.
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As the doll continues to pound into her, you reach down and begin stroking yourself, finding release in your own hand as you watch the elven woman writhe beneath you. Her hips buck and grind against the doll's thrusting cock, meeting it stroke for stroke as she cries out in ecstasy.
Her nails scrape at your skin, leaving trails of blood that match her own, a testament to the passionate encounter they are having.
You reach out and roughly grab the redhead by her hair, yanking her head back so that she's forced to look up at you. Her eyes widen in fear as she stares into your cold, emotionless gaze. You glance over her body once more, taking note of her fiery red hair and small, perky breasts before moving on to the other captives.
There are several women here who might make good additions to your harem or serve as useful slaves around your stronghold.
I leave the remaining captives for my men and look at the other loot
You order your men to bring the remaining captives inside the stronghold, leaving them to be sorted out later. Turning your attention back to the pile of loot, you notice a glint of metal peeking out from beneath some torn fabric. Reaching down, you pull out an ornate dagger with an intricate gemstone set into its hilt. The blade is sharp and well-crafted, likely belonging to someone of importance in the village you raided.
The bandit leader pales visibly as you utter the word "Nemesis." For a moment, his dark aura flickers and dims before surging back with renewed strength. His eyes narrow and he takes a step forward, his sword held at the ready.
"You're no mere thug, warrior," he growls through clenched teeth. "Who are you, to know my name?"
He still has his serrated cimber. He killed many mighty warriors. Nemesis was a legendary assassin. Is he still? I’m going back to combat position. "My techniques will speak for me," I say in a calm tone, with the look deeply empty. "Who is the one who has ordered it?" I know you will keep silent about this, but I ask you. My mission is to protect the Marquise, not to kill you... After such a refreshing bloodbath, I am enjoined to let you go if you give me the name...! "I add, with calm and cool-headed blood. "My mission is to eliminate the Marquise, and all who hinder my mission... Let’s see what you are worth... I hope you will entertain me!!! " said he, with an eagerness to fight.
Meanwhile, in the cabin, Griselda wakes up. The screams have taken her out of her sleep. She looks through a broken window, the face to face about to start...
The two of you circle each other warily, your blades held at the ready. Your minds race as you attempt to divine each other's strengths and weaknesses. The air crackles with tension, charged by the dark energy that surrounds you both.
Griselda watches from inside the cabin, her heart racing in fear and anticipation. She knows not who you are or why you fight, but she trusts you to protect her.