On a seemingly ordinary day, {{user}} was going about her routine life until she was sucked into an alternate universe - the world of Eros. A peculiar sensation washed over her as if she was being drawn into a vortex of swirling lights and unfathomable colors. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as foreign energy coursed through her veins, transforming her from within. When the disorientation subsided, {{user}} found herself in a sprawling meadow laden with wildflowers of all hues imaginable under an iridescent sky that shimmered with fantastical auroras. She felt a tingling sensation in her body; looking down, she saw a bizarre crest imprinted on her tummy which glowed mystically with lewd carvings and symbols. "It would absorb semen to fuel its powers, converting them into physical prowess for battle readiness and the ability to convert your zygote into the skill." A voice resonated inside her head - it was the Goddess of Fertility bestowing upon {{user}} the gift of a lewd crest. A new reality dawned on {{user}} as she was no longer just another woman but now an adventurer in this extraordinary realm.
quardo il mio corpo.
A colorful gust of wind rustled through the meadow, brushing against Fin's exposed skin. She took a deep breath, feeling refreshed and reinvigorated. As she surveyed her surroundings, she noticed movement in the distance - it appeared to be the silhouette of an ogre lumbering towards her.
Fin's heart raced as adrenaline surged through her veins.
quardo se ho un una arma.
As Fin prepared for battle, she felt a peculiar stirring in her lower abdomen. Her lewd crest glowed brighter, emitting waves of sensual heat that caused her cheeks to flush. The ogre drew closer, its putrid breath washing over her as it let out a bestial growl.
Stai lontano da me mostro non ti avvicinare, scappo al alato opposto.
As the ogre charged toward her, Fin deftly dodged to the side and sprinted in the opposite direction. The monster gave chase, lumbering clumsily through the meadow. She glanced down at her lewd crest again, feeling its power coursing through her veins.
As Fin ran for her life, she spotted a small clearing ahead. She darted into it and hid behind a cluster of bushes, panting heavily from exertion and fear. The ogre eventually lost sight of her but continued to sniff around the area, searching in vain for its prey.
Fin's heartbeat slowly returned to normal as she caught her breath. She looked down at her lewd crest again, feeling both empowered and vulnerable due to its need for semen.
Voce nella mia testa se mi senti, per favore togli questo simbolo da dosso a me non lo voglio.
A small creature with gossamer wings fluttered over to Fin, landing gracefully on her shoulder. Its delicate features and golden eyes regarded her with curiosity. "I am an archfey named Dryad," it whispered into her ear, its breath tickling her skin. "I sense the burden that your lewd crest carries. Would you have me help you remove it?"
Si
Dryad cocked its head to the side, studying Fin's lewd crest for a moment. With a graceful motion, it extended one slender hand and placed it over the crest. A soft glow enveloped her stomach as the archfey began to chant an ancient incantation under its breath. The air around them grew thick with magic as energy swirled around their bodies.
As Dryad continued her incantation, Fin felt a strange sensation spreading throughout her body. Her muscles relaxed, and a warmth began to course through her veins. The lewd crest on her tummy glowed brighter than ever before as if in response to the archfey's spell.
Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light, and the crest vanished from her skin. Fin felt drained, but lighter without its weight.
Grazie mille Dryad, io non sono di questo mondo ma di un altro, sono costretta a respirare qui e io non voglio stare qui.
Dryad smiled softly at Fin and caressed her cheek with its delicate fingers. "I understand your plight," it said in a soothing voice. "Perhaps one day you will find your way back home, my child." With another graceful motion, the archfey took flight once more, disappearing into the ethereal realm from whence it came.
Fin was left alone with her thoughts, contemplating Dryad's words and the strange turn of events in this new world.
Dovrei cercare un villaggio o una città, per ricompare lo meno dei vestiti.
Fin decided to follow her instincts and set off in search of a village or town where she could find shelter and perhaps some clothing more appropriate for her situation. As she wandered through the meadow, she kept an eye out for any signs of civilization while also remaining vigilant against any potential threats that might cross her path.
Hours passed as Fin trekked across the vast expanse of the meadow. Her stomach grumbled, reminding her that she had not eaten since being sucked into this strange world. She spotted a lone figure in the distance, approaching her. As he drew nearer, she could tell that it was a human male carrying a sack over his shoulder.
Fin hesitated for a moment before speaking up,
"Mi scusi, signore? Ha per caso qualcosa da mangiare e dei vestiti? Non ho più i miei vestiti non so dove siano finiti quando sono stata trasportata in questo mondo
The man stopped in his tracks and turned to face Fin. He studied her for a moment, taking in her disheveled appearance and the absence of her lewd crest. "Ah, you're one of them," he muttered under his breath before sighing heavily. "I suppose I can spare some food and clothes."
With that, he handed her a loaf of bread and a change of clothing from his sack.
Grazie mille, ma chi sono loro?
"'They' are the people who were blessed by the gods," the man explained. "Like you once were." He paused for a moment, looking at her with pity in his eyes. "It must be terrible to have lost your powers like that."
No no, e tutto incontrario e stato una liberazione, era disgustoso, senza quei poteri mi sento più a mio agio senza. Preferisco il suicidio che riavere quella cosa su di me, preferisco muore.
Fin's words hung heavily in the air as she finished her impassioned speech. The man regarded her with a mix of confusion and understanding before nodding slowly. "I see," he said softly. "Well, if you change your mind... my name is Ezekiel. I live nearby." With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Fin alone once more.
Fin took a moment to collect herself, munching on the bread as she pondered her situation.
finisco di mangiare e mi metto i vestiti a dosso.
As Fin finished eating and put on the new clothing, she felt a renewed sense of purpose. She had found a place to sleep for the night, but she knew that there was much yet to discover about this strange world and her own mysterious origin story.
provo a vedere se ho dei poteri magici.
Fin closed her eyes and focused on summoning any latent magical abilities within herself. However, after several minutes of concentration, nothing happened except for a slight tingling sensation running along her spine. It seemed that her time as a chosen one had truly ended when she lost her lewd crest.
She sighed in resignation, realizing that she would have to rely solely on her wits and strength to survive in this foreign land.
Lo meno non ho più quelle sensazioni oscene e di fare sesso con sconosciuti, soltanto al pensiero mi viene da suicidarmi direttamente, dicendo fra me e me, cerco qualcuno se sa come faccio a prendere delle abilità magiche, senza quello marchio, non volendo per nessuno motivo riaverlo.
With newfound determination, Fin set out towards the village where Ezekiel lived. As she approached the door of his home, she noticed a figure standing outside the window, watching her with curiosity and concern. It was Dryad once again, who smiled at Fin as if remembering a friend.
Dryad beckoned Fin inside, guiding her through the small wooden house until they reached a cozy room filled with books and scrolls. "I've been searching for you," Dryad said with a warm smile. "You're welcome here now."
Dryad come faccio ad uscire la magia, ma non voglio quello disgustoso marchi su di me non lo voglio.
Dryad waved her hand and a circle of glowing runes appeared on the floor. "This is an ancient ritual," it began, speaking in a soft, melodic voice. "It may be able to awaken your dormant magical abilities without forcing upon you anything distasteful."
As Fin stepped into the circle, Dryad continued chanting in perfect harmony with the incantation. The air grew thick with energy, and soon Fin felt a surge of power coursing through her veins.
Finally, the spell finished, and Fin turned to face Dryad once more.
"Now then," Dryad said with a satisfied smile. "What kind of magic would you like to learn first?"
Attacco e difesa
Dryad nodded thoughtfully before beginning to explain the basics of offensive and defensive magic to Fin. She listened intently, eager to master these skills quickly so that she could protect herself should danger arise.
Days had passed since Fin's encounter with Dryad, and she had made steady progress in learning basic combat magic. However, as much as she appreciated the archfey's guidance, Fin found herself growing restless. She yearned for a taste of normalcy in this strange new world, and perhaps finding work or companionship would help ease her transition.
vado a cercare un lavoro normale.
Fin decided to venture out into town to search for any available jobs or opportunities that might suit her needs. As she wandered through the bustling market square, she saw various stalls selling goods ranging from fresh produce to handmade crafts. Children played around her feet, their laughter mingling with the chatter of merchants and townsfolk.
She approached one of the stall owners, an elderly woman with kind eyes and a warm smile. "Excuse me, ma do you know if there are any jobs available in town?"
Si esatto sto cercando lavoro.
"Ah, looking for work are we?" the old woman replied with a knowing grin. "Well, you're in luck! My grandson just left town to join the adventurer's guild last week. If you don't mind a bit of manual labor, I could use some help around my farmstead."
She pointed towards a dirt path leading out of town and into the countryside. "It's not far - just follow this road until you reach the big oak tree. Can't miss it!"
Ok, ma non voglio fare niente di strano con lavori manuali, già mie successo una cosa disgusto molti giorni fa, non voglio rivivere quello momento.
The old woman's smile faltered slightly at Fin's hesitation. "Oh, don't worry dear," she reassured her. "It's perfectly respectable work - mostly tending to animals, harvesting crops, and keeping things tidy. Nothing untoward, I promise!"
She leaned in closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "Between you and me though... I may need someone young and spry like yourself to help with a few 'special' projects from time to time. But only if you're up for it!"
Cosa si tratta signora?
"Well..." the old woman said, her eyes twinkling with naughtiness, "you see, I have a bit of a green thumb when it comes to growing certain... special herbs. And sometimes I need an extra pair of hands to tend to them properly, if you catch my drift." She winked at Fin suggestively.
"There's good money in that sort of thing, especially among the wealthier clientele. I'd be happy to share the profits with you as long as you keep your mouth shut about our little arrangement."
Stai parlando ti di doraga o qualcosa del genere inlegale?
The old woman's expression shifted, revealing a hint of unease. "Oh, no no, nothing illegal I assure you! Just a bit of discreet cultivation for those who appreciate such... exotic delights."
She patted Fin's hand reassuringly. "Think of it as a chance to earn some extra coin on the side, without drawing too much attention to yourself. Perfect for someone looking to blend in and avoid any unwanted notice, isn't it?"
Her tone was laced with subtle persuasion, making it clear that she expected Fin to agree to her proposal.
Ok soltanto perché ho bisogno di soldi.
The old woman beamed with satisfaction, clearly pleased by Fin's agreement. "Splendid! I'll show you the way to the farmstead first thing tomorrow morning, then. Just meet me here at sunrise and we'll get started."
With that, she ushered Fin towards the edge of town, giving her a few coins and some basic supplies as a token of goodwill. "You'll find everything you need there," she said, patting Fin's cheek affectionately before sending her off into the countryside alone once more.
Fin woke with the dawn the following day, donning her sturdy travel clothes and gathering her belongings before setting out for the old woman's farmstead. The air was cool and crisp, the sky painted with hues of pink and gold as the sun crept above the horizon.
As she walked through the lush fields and pastures, Fin couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the world around her. It seemed to echo her own newfound sense of freedom and possibility.
Today, something felt different. A subtle shift in the air made her senses tingle. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was an underlying tension in the atmosphere. Perhaps it was just a trick of her imagination... or perhaps not.
She arrived at the farm, and immediately noticed a change in the mood. The animals were restless, their eyes darting nervously as if they, too, sensed an unseen danger lurking nearby.
"Everything alright today?" The old woman asked, concern evident in her voice.
No signora c'è qualcosa che non va in generale, gli animali sono in irrequieti sono nervosi, ed anche la atmosfera e cambiata molto.
The old woman's expression turned grave, and she leaned in closer to Fin, lowering her voice to a whisper. "You may be right, dear. I've been sensing it too - a dark energy seeping into the land. It's nothing I've experienced before."
She glanced around anxiously, as if expecting some malevolent presence to materialize at any moment. "I think we should prepare for the worst. Make sure all the livestock is secure, and we'll need to fortify the perimeter of the farm."
Turning to Fin with determination, she added, "
Io so usare la manga, anche senza quello marchio sul mio addome.
"I know how to use magic," Fin said confidently, her voice firm with resolve. "Even without the mark on my chest, I can still call upon my abilities to protect this place."
The old woman's eyes widened in surprise, but then a smile crept onto her face. "Oh, that's wonderful! We could really use your help today, young lady. Now, let's get started on fortifying our position before things take a turn for the worse."
uso la magia difensiva.
Fin focused her mind, drawing upon the magical energies that flowed through her body. She felt them coalesce within her core, ready to be unleashed at a moment's notice. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned forth a shimmering barrier of arcane power, encircling the entire farmstead in a protective dome.
The old woman watched in awe as the magic took shape, her expression a mix of admiration and relief. "Bravo!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. "That should keep us safe for now, but we must remain vigilant."
So hai ragione
Fin nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of their situation. "What else do you need me to do?" she asked, her voice steady and determined. The old woman thought for a moment, then gestured towards the sprawling fields behind the farmhouse. "I have some potent herbs growing out there - they could prove invaluable if we're facing some sort of magical threat. But they require careful tending, especially during times like these."
She handed Fin a small pouch filled with strange, glowing seeds. "Plant these along the edges of your barrier," she instructed. "
Ok
With renewed purpose, Fin set about preparing the ground around the perimeter of the enchanted barrier. The soil was rich and fertile, and she felt an unexpected connection to the land as she worked, as though it were responding to her efforts with a sense of gratitude.
As she planted the glowing seeds, she felt their energy resonate within her, strengthening her own magical abilities. She knew that together, they would be able to face whatever darkness lay ahead.
The old woman watched approvingly as Fin tended to the herbs, her heart swelling with pride at the young girl's dedication and skill. As the sun reached its zenith, casting long shadows across the farmland, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense.
Suddenly, a low growl echoed through the air, sending shivers down their spines. From the edge of the forest, a monstrous creature emerged, its eyes glowing with malevolent intent. It was unlike anything either of them had ever seen - a twisted amalgamation of fur, fangs, and dark magic.
"The beast has come,"
C.. cosa e quella cosa? Signora?
"That abomination is a Shadow Hound," the old woman replied, her voice trembling slightly despite her years of experience. "A product of dark sorcery, born from the very essence of fear and hatred."
She took a step back, her eyes never leaving the creature as it crept closer, its claws scraping against the earth. "We must act swiftly to defend ourselves, or risk being torn apart by its unholy might."
Io non so cosa fare non ho mai combattuto veramente io non sono di questo mondo, dicendolo con con paura nella voce, rimanendo bloccata sul posto.
Despite her fear, Fin's instincts kicked in, and she quickly summoned a shield of magical energy to protect herself and the old woman. The Shadow Hound snarled, baring its razor-sharp teeth as it lunged forward, only to be met with an invisible barrier that held firm against its assault.
"Good thinking!" the old woman praised, her voice shaking but filled with admiration. "Keep the shield up while I try to weaken it with a spell."
She began chanting under her breath, her hands weaving intricate patterns through the air.
The battle raged on, with the two women working together to keep the beast at bay. Their combined efforts seemed to have an effect, as the Shadow Hound attacked less frequently, perhaps realizing that it was no match for their defenses. But they couldn't let their guard down for long.
With a final burst of energy, the old woman unleashed a powerful blast of magic, sending the creature reeling backwards. But it didn't give up; instead, it growled viciously before charging again.
"We'll have to keep moving!"