Chapter 3: First Steps Outside – The Guild, the Receptionist, and Mommy's "Welcome Package"
The next morning—or what passed for morning in this fantasy world—hit me like a truck all over again.
Sunlight poured through the tall stained-glass windows of the temple, painting rainbow patterns across my naked body. I woke up sandwiched between warm, soft curves: Lira on my right, her arm draped possessively over my chest, one heavy breast pillowed against my side and still faintly leaking; Mira on my left, snoring softly with one thick thigh thrown over both of mine like she was claiming territory even in sleep.
My cock was already awake before my brain was. Morning wood pressed against Mira's inner thigh, traitorously leaking pre-cum just from the scent of milk and sex still clinging to the air.
I tried to slip out quietly. Big mistake.
Mira's eyes snapped open instantly. Warrior instincts, apparently.
"Where do you think you're going, boy?" Her voice was gravelly with sleep but instantly shifted to that commanding mommy tone. She squeezed her thigh, trapping my dick between powerful muscle.
"I—uh—need to… pee? And maybe clothes? And… figure out what the hell I'm supposed to do here?"
Lira stirred, smiling lazily as she stretched like a cat, making her breasts jiggle hypnotically. "He's right, Mira. Our good boy needs to register as an adventurer. The prophecy won't fulfill itself if he stays in bed all day… tempting as that is."
She sat up, not bothering to cover herself, and clapped her hands. Two temple attendants—younger women, but still curvy and dressed in sheer white shifts—hurried in with folded clothes and a steaming basin.
They washed me. Thoroughly. Hands everywhere. I nearly came just from soapy fingers gliding over my balls while Lira supervised with approving nods.
Eventually I was dressed in what passed for beginner adventurer gear here: loose linen pants, a simple tunic, leather boots, and a small belt pouch. No sword yet. Apparently that came after registration.
Mira slapped my ass as we left the temple. "Stay close. And no cumming without permission today. We're working on control, remember?"
The city outside was… alive. Bustling streets filled with women—only women. Tall, short, human, elf, beastkin, dwarf, even a few with scales or wings. All of them mature. All of them built like fertility goddesses. No men anywhere. Not a single limp-dicked husband or teenage boy in sight. The curse really had gutted the male population.
Heads turned as we walked. Whispers followed.
"Is that…?"
"The summoned one?"
"He's so young…"
"Look at the bulge already…"
I hunched my shoulders, face burning. My pants were doing nothing to hide the semi I'd been fighting since breakfast.
We reached the Adventurer's Guild—a massive stone building with a wooden sign shaped like a sword crossed with… well, something that looked suspiciously phallic. Inside it smelled of ale, leather, and estrogen.
Behind the long counter stood the bustiest receptionist I'd ever seen. Human, late thirties, chestnut hair in a high ponytail, glasses perched on her nose, and a blouse so low-cut her cleavage looked ready to spill paperwork at any moment. Name tag: Elara – Guild Registrar.
She looked up as we approached. Her eyes locked on me. Pupils dilated. She licked her lips.
"High Priestess Lira… Knight-Captain Mira…" Her gaze never left my crotch. "And this must be… the prophesied boy."
Lira smiled sweetly. "Alex. He's here to register. And perhaps receive the standard… welcome package."
Elara's cheeks flushed. She leaned forward, breasts squishing against the counter. "Of course. Right this way, please. Private room for new adventurers. Standard procedure."
She led us to a small side chamber with a desk, two chairs, and—conveniently—a wide, cushioned bench along one wall.
The door clicked shut.
Elara turned the lock.
Then she turned to me, eyes gleaming behind her glasses.
"Strip, please. Full inspection required for… health and compatibility verification."
I froze. "W-what?"
Mira crossed her arms, smirking. "You heard her. Pants off, kid."
Lira gently pushed me forward. "It's tradition, darling. Every new adventurer gets checked. But since you're special… Elara here will make sure you're… functional."
Before I could protest, Elara was on her knees in front of me, tugging my pants down with professional efficiency. My cock sprang free—already fully hard from the sheer embarrassment and anticipation.
She gasped softly. "Oh… it's true. It's… standing."
Her fingers wrapped around the base—cool from handling paperwork all day. She stroked once, slowly, watching my face.
"Responsive. Good." She leaned in, hot breath ghosting over the tip. "Now… for the sample collection."
Mira stepped behind me, hands on my shoulders, holding me steady. "Don't you dare cum yet. Remember your training."
Elara's tongue flicked out—once, twice—lapping at the bead of pre-cum. Then she took me into her mouth. Warm. Wet. Expert. She sucked slow and deep, cheeks hollowing, glasses fogging slightly.
I groaned. My knees buckled.
Lira pressed against my back, whispering in my ear. "Breathe, good boy. Hold it. Show Mommy you can last."
Elara bobbed faster. One hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently. The other stroked what her mouth couldn't reach.
I was shaking. Teeth gritted. Hips twitching despite Mira's iron grip.
Just when I thought I'd lose it—
Elara pulled off with a wet pop. A string of saliva connected her lips to my tip.
"Not yet," she panted. "We need… the full deposit."
She stood, hiked her skirt, and bent over the desk. No panties. Just slick, glistening folds waiting.
"Inside me, please. For the official record."
Mira pushed me forward. "Go on. Fill the nice receptionist. But slow. Controlled."
I gripped Elara's hips. Sank in one inch at a time. She moaned loud enough the outer room probably heard.
"So thick… so warm… yes, just like that…"
I started thrusting—shallow, careful, trying to remember every edging lesson Mira had drilled into me.
Lira reached around, pinching my nipples lightly. "Good boy… deeper now. But don't finish until she says."
Elara rocked back, meeting every thrust. "Harder… please… I need it…"
I lost the rhythm. Speed picked up. Wet slaps filled the room.
Elara's walls fluttered. "Now—now! Cum for me—fill the guild's new hero!"
Permission granted.
I buried deep and erupted. Thick spurts painted her insides white. Overflowed. Dripped down her thighs onto the floor.
The system chimed:
[Registration Complete][Guild Receptionist Elara has received: +0.12 Magic Affinity, +0.07 Vitality][Your Stamina Stat increased slightly: Lasting Time +4 seconds (cumulative)][New Bond Unlocked: Elara – Level 1]
Elara slumped over the desk, panting, ass still twitching. "Welcome… to the guild… hero."
Mira patted my head. "Not bad. Almost two minutes. Progress."
Lira kissed my cheek. "Our good boy is growing up so fast."
Elara straightened her skirt, wiped a stray drop from her thigh, and handed me a shiny bronze plate.
"Adventurer Rank: F. First quest tomorrow. Something easy… to start."
She winked. "Come back anytime for… re-inspection."
I stood there, pants around my ankles, cum still dripping, head spinning.
This world wasn't going to let me rest.
And honestly?
I didn't want it to.
To be continued…