Throughout the years, a myriad of women have endeavored to bring me pleasure, yet none have succeeded in matching Bree’s unparalleled skill and passion. Her nimble fingers glide on the underside of my cock to push it up just enough for her mouth to grasp my balls. Her eyes sparkle with lust as she takes both my balls at once, sucking and licking them inside the confines of her warm mouth. She lets my cock drop over her face so I can compare my length with her head. With each deliberate motion, she masterfully orchestrates every nuance and subtlety to elevate my delight to unimaginable peaks, showcasing her expertise in maximizing my pleasure beyond any previously perceived limits. Every flick of her tongue, every nudge of her lips, and every sound escaping her mouth boosts my arousal to the extreme. Struggling to concentrate on anything beyond the captivating movement of Bree's lips, my eyes inadvertently drift to Sasha. I immediately notice the intense expression of envy etched a
[Congratulations! You have completed the side task: Have Bree teach Sasha how to improve her blowjob skills. The rewards are pending]Not the right time, System! I thought you were over with the unexpected interruptions at the worst possible time. Standing in the clearing, cock in hand, I stare down Bree as she challenges my role in my own damn harem. As the one and only ruler of my little group of women, I have to hold my ground and show her who is the boss here. Before my mind can wander to side tasks or enticing rewards, I must first focus on the essential task at hand, ensuring that my message has been effectively conveyed with precision and clarity. Bree, being my prized possession, falls under my command, and I adamantly claim the right to fuck her at any moment I desire. Because I’m the one in charge here.[That’s right, Daddy! I’ll cheer for you as you take her]No, please! Don’t! I can do everything better without you voicing out weird shit inside my head. All I need is m
Bree, Sasha, and I forge ahead, weaving through the thicket like graceful ballet dancers... if ballet dancers had a knack for getting caught in spiderwebs. Gosh, I hate spiders…Sunlight filters through the leaves above, casting a dappled pattern on the forest floor. It's like nature's way of saying, "Hey, I know you're busy, but here's a pretty light show to brighten your day!"We navigate around gnarled roots and dodge low-hanging branches like adventurers on a twisted obstacle course. Every now and then, a squirrel scampers across our path, probably late for its nut-collecting appointment. I give it a nod of understanding, as I too have been known to be fashionably late.[Daddy, do you have time to see the pending rewards now for the completed side task?]Sure, I’ve got nothing else better to do anyhow. But, System, can I ask you something else first?[What is it?]I’ve always wondered…. How omniscient are you as a system?[We have limited authority over our powers and omniscience]
As we approach Naomi's place, excitement and nerves swell within me. Throughout this exhilarating journey, Bree and Sasha have been my unwavering companions, providing steadfast support every step of the way. However, they have not yet had the chance to encounter Naomi, the stunning widow with a captivating allure. It's my responsibility to navigate this introduction, like a captain steering a ship through uncharted waters.[Let me help you unwind with an update on your stats][Here are the updated stats for user David McConnell]Women fucked: 4Women satisfied: 4Blowjobs received: 11 (+2)Cunilingus given: 4 Orgasms inflicted: 16 (+0.5)Threesomes with 2 women: 4 (+1)Highest time lasted: 147 minutes and 48 secondsTotal sexual encounters: 9 (+1)[No current side tasks][Main Task: Become the king of Zhenaria]With the update, we reach the widow’s hut, the familiar place where I’ve spent countless hours with Naomi. The door creaks open, revealing her standing there, her eyes spar
As the weight of the bounty settles upon my shoulders, it feels as if someone has upgraded the game to Expert Mode without giving me a heads-up. It's like being the NPC playing hide-and-seek with a thousand eager players and a neon sign above my head that reads, "Kill me for gold!!"Bree, Sasha, Naomi, and I huddle together in Naomi's cozy abode, strategizing our next move. United in our motley array of quirks and talents, we plot like a band of renegade misfits, strategizing the most audacious heist in history. Or maybe we're just trying to clear my name and stay out of prison. Tomayto, tomahto."We need to find evidence that proves I'm innocent of whatever they’re blaming me for," I declare, my voice tinged with hope and uncertainty. "Something concrete that will make those city guards scratch their heads and say, 'Whoops, our bad!'"Bree raises an eyebrow. "That won’t work, David. No one really cares about what you’re guilty of. An order is an order and the guards obey. The same ca
The dusky twilight casts an eerie glow upon the clearing, its fading light highlighting the menacing grins of the bandits surrounding us. As I draw in a shaky breath, my heart pounds wildly in my chest, as if vying to outperform the symphony of crickets.My mind races, scrambling to devise an escape plan amidst the encroaching danger. But with a swift flick of her wrist, Bree pulls out a pair of daggers, her mischievous grin undeterred by the looming threat. With a swift, confident motion, Sasha reaches into her leather pouch and produces a meticulously chiseled gem that radiates a mesmerizing, deep red glow. The intricate facets of the gemstone seem to dance with light. Its radiance captures my attention and sets my mind ablaze with curiosity about the mysterious powers it may possess.Naomi has a small gardening hoe, wielding it like a seasoned warrior. She’s lucky she’s got that just to go along with my farmer disguise. And there I am, David, the unsuspecting farmer thrust into t
The moonlight pirouettes upon the cobblestone streets, casting shadows that whisper secrets to the night breeze.We creep through dark alleys to avoid being spotted by guards as Sasha, Bree, Naomi, and I wind our way through the city towards the potion shop. Like a riddle waiting to be solved, George Binge's emporium holds the promise of both salvation and peril. Even if it’s almost midnight, the place is still open, a faint light flickering through the window. No rest for the wicked, huh? I push open the creaking door of Safety Potions, its hinges groaning in protest, and step into a realm of fragrances and curiosities.The interior is a mesmerizing sight to behold, as the flickering candlelight dances upon the myriad of shelves that line the walls. Each shelf is adorned with an array of jars, vials, and potions, each one beckoning with its own unique allure.The glass jars vary in size and shape, their surfaces embellished with intricate etchings and swirling patterns. Some of the
The room George Binge so graciously offered us is a delightful fusion of comfort and eccentricity. Within its confines, cozy furnishings harmonize with an array of curious contraptions and intriguing artifacts. One corner of the room harbors something resembling a cross between a telescope and a mechanical arm, its metal joints gleaming with hints of age and use. Its purpose, a mystery to us, sparks the imagination. Nearby, a collection of glass orbs of varying sizes rests upon a shelf, their contents shimmering with ethereal glows that hint at the presence of captured spirits or arcane energies.Among the old books, a series of ornate, miniature statues catch our attention. They depict fantastical creatures, their forms frozen in eternal poses of grace and power. A miniature dragon with glistening emerald scales seems ready to take flight. Next to it, a tiny mermaid rests on a seashell throne, her pearl-adorned tail shimmering with an iridescent luster.It's as if we've stumbled upo