I woke up to a brutal headache hammering inside my skull. "Shit… what a hangover," I muttered, trying to push myself up.
That's when I felt it — warm, slick, and still wrapped tight around my cock.
An elf girl was sleeping right on top of me, completely naked, her pussy swallowing every inch of me even after last night's madness. The moment I twitched inside her from the morning wood, she let out a soft, sleepy moan and stirred awake. Her long pointed ears twitched as her eyes fluttered open.
"Miss… get up," I rasped.
She nodded without a word, biting her lower lip. Slowly she lifted her hips. My cock slid out with a wet squelch, and right behind it came a thick, creamy load of cum that poured out of her well-fucked pussy, dripping down onto my abs and thighs in heavy white globs.
She stood on shaky legs, gave me one last hazy smile, and walked away.
I exhaled and finally sat up, head still spinning. Around the campsite everyone was already moving. People were packing their things, some heading to the river to shower off the mess from last night, while others were already dressed neatly for the day. The morning sun was just starting to rise, painting everything in soft golden light.
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I picked up my scattered clothes from the ground and took one sniff. The heavy stench of dried cum mixed with sweet, sticky girl squirt slammed into my nose. My shirt and pants were completely ruined — white streaks and clear patches everywhere from last night's wild campfire orgy.
"Shit… I can't walk around smelling like a walking cum dump," I muttered. "Time for a bath."
I spotted a young guy nearby packing his bag and tapped his shoulder. "Hey bro, where's the river?"
He turned, recognized me instantly as the Mage from last night, and straightened up with instant respect. "Mage Liam! Just down that path, sir," he answered, pointing toward the trees.
I nodded and let him go, then headed that way. Plenty of boys and girls were already walking the same route, half-naked and laughing. A few minutes later the forest opened up to a wide, crystal-clear river sparkling under the morning sun.
Both guys and girls were bathing together openly — splashing, chatting, washing each other like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Perfect.
I didn't hesitate. I stripped everything off right there, my heavy cock swinging free in the cool morning air. A cute girl with long auburn hair was walking past, carrying her own bundle of clothes. I held mine out politely.
"Miss, could you clean these for me?"
She glanced at the obvious cum stains, her cheeks flushing just a little, but she still smiled gracefully and took the messy bundle, adding it to her own. "Of course," she said softly, then turned and walked toward the water's edge.
I rolled my shoulders, took a deep breath, and prepared to dive into the river.
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I dove into the river and swam hard, powerful stroke after powerful stroke. I've always been an excellent swimmer, so I sliced through the water effortlessly, diving deep several times. The cold current scrubbed away every sticky trace of dried cum and sweet squirt from my skin and hair from last night's wild campfire orgy.
A few minutes later, I finished my bath and stepped out of the river, completely naked, water streaming down my chest and heavy cock as I walked onto the bank.
The same auburn-haired girl was waiting for me. She came forward with a gentle smile and handed me my freshly cleaned clothes.
I took them and quickly got dressed. "Thanks," I said.
Then I turned toward the group still bathing in the river and waved. "See you guys!"
Hearing my voice, they all waved back cheerfully, some shouting playful goodbyes. Feeling fresh and ready, I turned and began walking toward the Resting Horse Inn.
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A few minutes of walking later, I reached the Resting Horse Inn. The moment I stepped inside, the common area felt strangely quiet. None of the demon elves or beastfolk from last night's wild campfire orgy were around. They were probably all busy in their rooms, getting ready for today's Awakening Ceremony.
I glanced sideways and saw the innkeeper chatting casually with a merchant at the counter. Then I heard it — muffled feminine moans mixed with the wet, rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh coming from the kitchen.
Curiosity got the better of me. I walked over quietly and peeked through the doorway.
The sight that greeted me made my cock twitch instantly.
Lira, the innkeeper's busty wife, was standing at the stove in her thin black nightgown, the hem hiked all the way up to her waist. Demon Kael was right behind her, slowly but deeply fucking her from behind, his hips grinding against her plump ass while she tried to stir the breakfast pot like nothing was happening.
"What if my husband sees us…?" she whispered, voice shaky with pleasure.
"Shh… let's just fuck slowly," Kael growled back against her ear, thrusting deeper.
I stood there watching for a few seconds, the slick sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy filling the kitchen. Then a powerful wave of déjà vu slammed into me.
This is exactly like my old life… me secretly fucking my stepmother in the kitchen while my stepfather sat in the living room watching TV, totally clueless.
I shook my head hard, pushing the memory away, then turned around quietly and headed straight toward my stepmother's room.
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I slipped the key into the lock, clicked it open, and stepped inside before quietly closing the door behind me. The room was spotless — Lira must have already cleaned it while I was out.
I heard the soft sound of running water coming from the bathroom, along with my stepmom's relaxed humming. She was taking a bath.
The moment she heard the door, Sofia turned the water off and called out sweetly, "Baby, is that you?"
"Yeah, Mom. It's me," I answered.
The bathroom door swung open and Sofia stepped out completely naked, her skin still glistening with water droplets that rolled slowly down her heavy breasts, toned stomach, and wide hips. The second she saw me, she put one hand on her waist and raised an eyebrow.
"So… where have you been from three o'clock in the night until nine now?" she asked, her voice sweet but carrying that dangerous edge I knew too well.
"I was partying, Mom," I replied honestly.
She smiled — but it was that playful, mischievous smile that always meant trouble.
Before I could even react, she yanked me forward by the shirt, spun me around, bent me over the edge of the bed, and started spanking my ass hard with her bare hand.
Smack!