Morning light filtered through the inn's heavy curtains, painting golden stripes across the tangled sheets and the three sweat-slick bodies still entwined on the bed. Ethan woke first, his enhanced vitality already stirring his cock to life against Mira's plump ass nestled against his groin. Elara lay on his other side, one leg thrown over his thigh, her heavy breasts pressed to his chest, soft snores escaping her parted lips.
Last night's role-play had left marks — faint red handprints on Mira's ass, bite marks on Elara's neck, dried cum flaking on their thighs. The air still carried the thick scent of sex.
Ethan's hand slid down Mira's hip, fingers dipping between her legs to find her pussy still slick and swollen. She stirred with a soft moan, pushing back instinctively.
"Master… again?" she murmured sleepily, voice husky.
He chuckled low, rolling her onto her back and sliding between her thighs. "Always. But we have a city to conquer today."
He entered her slowly this time — a lazy morning fuck that had her whimpering and clinging to him within minutes. Elara woke to the rhythm, smiling as she watched, then joined by straddling Mira's face. The three moved together in unhurried harmony until Ethan painted Mira's insides once more, the women sharing a cum-smeared kiss afterward.
Cleaned and dressed — Ethan in fitted leather armor that showed off his physique, the women in revealing but practical adventurer outfits (low-cut tops and short skirts at his insistence) — they descended to the guild hall below.
Eldoria's Adventurer's Guild was alive with activity. Bronze ranks clustered around the quest board, silver ranks drank at corner tables boasting of dungeon clears, and a few gold-badged veterans observed from the balcony.
Word of Ethan's trial victory had spread overnight. Heads turned as he entered, whispers following.
"That's him — the newbie who dismantled Torak in seconds."
"Heard he took down a whole goblin war party single-handed on the road."
"Women with him are stunning… lucky bastard."
Ethan ignored the stares, leading Mira and Elara straight to the quest board.
Parchments of varying colors listed jobs: goblin extermination (bronze), escort missions (bronze-silver), ruin exploration (silver+).
One notice stood out — freshly inked, sealed with the baron's crest.
URGENT – Silver Rank Preferred
Reports of unnatural lights and monster surges from the Ruins of Thalor (3 days west). Scout the cause. Reward: 50 gold, baron's favor, possible promotion.
Ethan's system pinged.
[New Quest Available: Investigate Thalor Ruins]
[Potential Rewards: Mana crystals, ancient artifacts, high-status encounters]
Mira leaned in, breasts brushing his arm. "That one, Master? Sounds dangerous… and exciting."
Elara nodded, eyes bright. "I sense old magic in the name Thalor. Could be powerful healing relics."
Before Ethan could respond, a melodic voice cut through the hall noise.
"Pardon me… you are the warrior from the caravan road, yes?"
They turned.
Lirael Sylvanar stood before them — the elven envoy.
Up close, she was breathtaking. Silver hair cascaded in perfect waves to her waist, framing a face of ethereal beauty: high cheekbones, full lips, emerald eyes that seemed to glow faintly. Her diplomatic robes — emerald silk embroidered with silver leaves — hugged a lithe yet undeniably curvaceous figure: pert breasts high and firm, narrow waist flaring to rounded hips, long toned legs visible through side slits.
She appeared mid-30s by human standards, but her poise spoke of centuries. A subtle floral scent — like fresh rain on leaves — surrounded her.
Ethan locked eyes with her. The Free Claim pulsed stronger than before, amplified by proximity and her growing curiosity.
Lirael's breath hitched almost imperceptibly. A flush crept up her neck, nipples tightening against silk. She shifted, thighs pressing together as unfamiliar heat bloomed low in her belly.
"I… wished to thank you properly," she continued, voice smooth but slightly breathless. "Rumors reached me of the hero who repelled a goblin ambush. My carriage was delayed; your actions may have saved many lives, including mine had I traveled that route."
Ethan smiled, holding her gaze just long enough to deepen the pull. "No thanks needed, Lady Lirael. Protecting beauty is its own reward."
Her flush deepened. Mira and Elara exchanged knowing glances — they felt the claim working.
Lirael recovered her composure with effort. "Still, the Silverwood Enclave owes you a debt. Perhaps… dinner at the embassy tonight? A private expression of gratitude."
The invitation hung heavy with unspoken promise.
Ethan inclined his head. "I would be honored."
As Lirael bowed gracefully and departed — hips swaying more than necessary — another presence approached.
The Baroness Vortigern.
She moved through the hall like royalty, guards parting the crowd. Today she wore deep blue velvet that accentuated her porcelain skin and raven hair, the gown cut daringly low to display the upper swells of her massive breasts. Her violet eyes fixed on Ethan with open interest.
"Adventurer Ethan," she said, voice rich and commanding. "My husband speaks highly of your trial performance. Eldoria needs strong blades. I trust you'll take worthy quests?"
Her gaze lingered on his body, then flicked to Mira and Elara with a hint of envy.
Ethan met her eyes, pushing the claim gently. The Baroness inhaled sharply, hand rising to her throat as warmth flooded her. Her nipples peaked visibly; she crossed her arms to hide it.
"I choose only the most… rewarding quests, my lady."
She swallowed. "Good. Perhaps you'll join us at the castle soon. We host capable warriors."
The invitation mirrored Lirael's — but heavier with noble intrigue.
As the Baroness swept away, Mira whispered, "Both of them, Master? Tonight?"
Ethan's grin was predatory. "We'll see."
He turned back to the board, selecting two quests: the Thalor Ruins scout (main) and a local beastkin sighting patrol (side, bronze rank, quick completion for fast reputation).
The clerk stamped his new bronze plaque with wide eyes. "You're cleared. Party registration?"
Ethan glanced at his women. "Party name: Dominion."
Mira and Elara beamed.
System updated:
[Party Formed: Dominion]
[Guild Rank: Bronze (Fast-Track Silver Eligible)]
[Reputation: Rising Star]
As they left the hall for supplies — new armor, potions, provisions — Ethan's mind raced.
Two of the city's most powerful, married milfs had approached him in one morning. Their claims were taking root fast.
The ruins quest promised power and artifacts.
Eldoria was his playground now.
But which invitation to accept first — the elven embassy's private dinner, or the baron's castle?
Or… both?
The day was young, and his dominion was spreading.
To be continued…