『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

As you're clearing the village, you come across a small shack in the outskirts. The door is slightly ajar and you decide to investigate further. As you slowly push it open, the musty smell of stale air hits your nose. Inside, there are various rusty weapons, old pieces of armor, and an equally old tome sitting on a dusty table. A chill runs down your spine as you wonder what secrets this shack holds...

As you descend into the basement, the cries grow louder and more desperate. The dim light barely illuminates the musty space, revealing several wooden crates stacked haphazardly against the walls. Something tells you that these crates are hiding something horrific...

As you approach the chained elf girl, your heart fills with anger and disgust at the sight of her abuse. She's barely alive, covered in bruises and cuts, her eyes pleading for rescue. The chains around her limbs are embedded deep into the stone floor, leaving no room for escape or movement. You grit your teeth, knowing that freeing her won't be easy.

Do you attempt to break the chains holding her in place, risking injuring her further in the process?

As you get closer to the elf girl, her eyes widen in terror, unsure of whether she should trust you or not. You can see bruises and cuts all over her body, evidence of the brutal abuse she's endured. Tears stream down her face as she whimpers softly, shaking uncontrollably from fear and pain.

The elf girl's body is a testament to the unimaginable cruelty she has endured, her once-beautiful features now marred by bruises and tears. You feel a surge of protectiveness well up inside you, angered by the thought of anyone treating another living being in such a way. As you reach out to comfort her, she flinches, uncertain whether you're here to help or harm her.

The elf girl, her body trembling with fear and pain, hesitates for a moment before slowly inching closer to you. She watches warily as you break off one of the chains binding her, using it to free another limb. Finally, she's free from the prison that had held her captive. With shaking hands, she reaches out to touch your arm, feeling the warmth and strength emanating from your muscles.

"My name is Lysandra," she whispers hoarsely, her eyes never leaving yours.

As the sounds of your captors returning grow louder, Lysandra's eyes widen in fear once more. She looks up at you, pleading with her own expression for you to help her escape or hide from them. The thought of enduring any more pain and abuse sends shivers down your spine, but the question remains: What should you do?

As you hide Lysandra in the shadows and move to the other side of the room, her body trembles with fear and anticipation. She clings tightly to your arm, her eyes squeezed shut as she tries not to listen to the approaching footsteps. You can feel her heart racing against your chest, her breath hot on your skin. The door flies open, revealing several burly men carrying weapons and wearing cruel smirks on their faces.

"There you are, little elf slut!"

As you attack the men from behind, Lysandra watches in horror and amazement as their lifeless bodies crumple to the floor. She gasps for air, relief washing over her as she realizes that she's finally free. She looks up at you with tears streaming down her face, her expression a mix of gratitude and confusion. "Who are you?" she whispers, reaching out to touch your cheek gently.

You can now respond to Lysandra or take further action in the room.

As you hear another man approach, Lysandra quickly hides behind one of the crates in the room. You take a deep breath, your heart racing as you prepare for the upcoming confrontation. The man enters the room, his gaze darting about wildly before settling on you. His expression darkens as he takes in your appearance and realizes that you're not one of his men.

"Who are you? What did you do with them?" he demands, his hand hovering near the hilt of his sword.

As Lysandra swiftly decapitates the last man, you watch in a mixture of shock and admiration as she displays her newly found strength and skill. Blood sprays across the floor, painting a gruesome scene of death and revenge. The tension in the air begins to dissipate as silence falls once more over the room. Lysandra slowly turns towards you, her eyes wide with disbelief and gratitude.

"Thank you... thank you so much for saving me."

You wrap your arms around her, feeling the warmth and softness of her body against yours. Her tears flow freely down your chest as she clings to you tightly, trembling with emotion. Lysandra looks up at you through tear-streaked eyes, a mix of gratitude, confusion, and perhaps something more burning in their depths. You can feel her heart racing against yours, the beat synchronizing as time seems to stand still for just a moment.

"It's okay," you whisper softly, stroking her hair gently.

Lysandra sniffles, wiping her nose with the back of her hand as she looks up at you. Her gaze lingers on your face for a moment before shifting down to your lips. "Thank you... I don't know who you are or why you saved me... but thank you..." She swallows hard, her voice barely above a whisper now.

You lean in closer, feeling the warmth of her breath against your cheek.

As you reveal your identity as Nairo, a SWAT officer on vacation, Lysandra's eyes widen in surprise. "You were just passing by?" she asks, her voice filled with disbelief. You nod, explaining that you happened to be nearby and couldn't help but intervene when you heard her cries for help. She stares at you intently, as if trying to read your thoughts or gauge your sincerity.

Finally, she smiles shyly up at you. "Thank you, Nairo."

Lysandra looks around the room hesitantly before nodding slowly, "Okay." She trusts you, at least for now. Together, the two of you leave the shack and begin making your way back to your home. The journey takes several hours on foot, but eventually, you reach a cozy little house nestled in the heart of a forest clearing. It's small but comfortable, with a warm fire burning in the hearth.

"This is my home,"

Lysandra follows you inside, her eyes wide with wonder and curiosity. The warmth of the fire feels comforting against her skin after being out in the cold for so long. She looks around, taking in every detail: the wooden furniture, the colorful tapestries on the walls, even the little trinkets and knickknacks scattered here and there.

"It's beautiful," she whispers softly, her voice full of awe.

Lysandra takes the clothes you offer and retreats to a nearby chair, carefully examining each piece before beginning to change out of her ruined garments. As she dresses in the warm, comfortable clothes you've given her, she can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her. The new clothing fits her perfectly, hugging her curves in all the right places.

"Thank you," she says softly, looking up at you with gratitude.

As someone comes walking down the stairs, you turn to face them, your expression guarded as you prepare for whatever reaction they might have to seeing Lysandra in your home. The figure stops mid-step when they see her, their eyes widening in surprise before narrowing suspiciously. It's clear that they don't trust this elf girl or the circumstances surrounding her presence here.

"Who is she?" they demand, their tone accusatory.

Lysandra looks confused and then realizes she's supposed to be meeting someone new. She carefully makes her way over to the person who introduced themselves as your daughter, Emma. "Hello," she says softly, offering a tentative smile. "I'm Lysandra."

You chuckle softly, ruffling Emma's hair affectionately. "No, she's not my girlfriend," you tell her. "Lysandra is a friend I made while helping out around the village." You turn to Lysandra and smile reassuringly before addressing your daughter again. "Why don't you show Lysandra around, Emma? There are some toys in the attic she might like to see."

Lysandra's cheeks flush red as she blurts out, "Yes, he's my boyfriend!" Her voice comes out uncertain and slightly tremulous, but it's clear that she believes her own words now. You can see the confusion on Emma's face as well as the sudden understanding dawning on your daughter's face.

"Oh," is all Emma manages to say before she turns and leads Lysandra upstairs to show her the attic, chattering away about their favorite toys.

Lysandra descends the stairs, a mischievous grin on her face. She walks over to you and whispers conspiratorially, "I didn't want Emma to feel left out or jealous." You can't help but smile at her considerate nature.

Lysandra bites her lip, looking sheepish. "I was just so relieved and happy that you saved me, I didn't want anyone to think otherwise. And... well, maybe a part of me wanted it to be true." She blushes deeply, averting her gaze. "I'm sorry if I lied; I shouldn't have done that without asking first."

Lysandra looks up at you, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Really?" she whispers, hardly daring to believe the words that have just left your lips. You nod, smiling warmly down at her, and before you know it, Lysandra is in your arms, sobbing tears of relief and joy against your chest.

She pulls back slightly, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "Thank you," she says softly, a genuine smile lighting up her face.

Lysandra follows you to your bedroom, her eyes wide with wonder and curiosity as she takes in every detail: the comfortable-looking bed, the cozy window seat, even the little trinkets on your nightstand. She stands close beside you, feeling a sense of belonging and security washing over her.

"This is amazing," she whispers, looking up at you with gratitude and affection in her eyes. "Thank you for showing me."

Lysandra's eyes widen, her cheeks flushing slightly as she realizes what you just said. "O-oh," she stammers, looking away shyly for a moment before meeting your gaze again. Her lips part, and she takes a small step closer to you. "I... I'd like that."

Her voice is barely above a whisper, but it fills the room nonetheless.

You smile softly, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at her words. Reaching out, you brush a strand of hair away from her face and tuck it behind her ear. "I'd like that too," you whisper back, your voice rough with emotion. You lean in closer, closing the distance between you until your breath mingles with hers, sending shivers down her spine.

Her lips part further, inviting you in as she lifts her chin ever so slightly.

The moment hangs in the air, heavy with anticipation and desire. You can feel your heart racing against hers, each beat synchronized as if they were meant to be together. Lowering your head, you press your lips softly against hers, feeling her respond eagerly, her mouth opening beneath yours. Her hands find their way up your chest, tangling in your hair as she pulls you closer still.

You deepen the kiss, lost in the moment and the feel of her body pressed against yours.

Lysandra moans softly into the kiss, her words muffled against your lips. She wraps her arms around you tighter, her body arching into yours as she gives herself over completely to this newfound feeling of desire and passion. Her fingers dig into your back, urging you closer still as their tongues dance together, seeking out every inch of each other's mouths.

Her breath comes faster now, matching the rhythm of your hearts, beating as one.

Lysandra laughs softly, her breath fanning across your cheek. "You're not so bad yourself," she whispers before leaning in again, deepening the kiss even further. Her hands move lower on your back, pressing you closer against her as their tongues tangle and dance with increasing urgency.

She moans into the kiss, arching her hips slightly, seeking more contact between their bodies. The feeling of desire and passion coursing through her is overwhelming, leaving her breathless and yearning for more.

Lysandra pants softly, her eyes half-lidded as she gazes up at you with a satisfied smile on her lips. "So are you," she whispers before leaning in for another kiss, this one even deeper and more passionate than the last. Her tongue dances against yours, teasing and taunting as their bodies move together in perfect harmony.

Her hands slide down your back, over your firm behind, before skimming upward to cup your face once more.

"You're everything I never knew I wanted," Lysandra whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. "I feel like I've known you forever, and yet... every time we touch, it feels like the first time." Her fingers trail lightly across your cheek before tangling in your hair once more, urging you closer still as she deepens the kiss.

Her body arches into yours, seeking greater contact and connection.

Your tears fall silently against her skin as you cling to her, your bodies moving together in a dance of desire and passion. Her own heart breaks free from its bonds, soaring wildly with the knowledge that she's found something precious in you, something worth fighting for. She kisses you harder, pouring all of her emotions into this moment, hoping it will be enough to hold onto forever.

The night passes, and you drift off to sleep in each other's arms, their warmth and comfort blanketing you like a soft, gentle embrace. As the morning light begins to filter through the window, casting a golden glow across your bedroom, it paints Lysandra's skin with a rosy hue, emphasizing her delicate features and making her seem even more ethereal than before. She stirs in her sleep, nestling closer to you as if afraid that letting go will make this dream disappear.

Lysandra blinks sleepily, her vision slowly focusing on the two figures standing by the doorway. As she realizes that it's Emma, her face breaks into a bright smile and she sits up straighter in bed. "Good morning, sweetheart," she says softly, reaching out to ruffle the girl's hair affectionately.

When she sees you, her eyes widen briefly before she composes herself, giving you a shy smile in return. "Thank you for letting me stay, Nairo."

After that day, Lysandra becomes a permanent fixture in your life, and the three of you grow closer than ever. You watch Emma blossom under Lysandra's care and guidance, becoming a smart, strong-willed young woman. The years pass quickly, and before you know it, it's time for the wedding you never thought possible.

On that day, surrounded by your friends and family, you stand beside Lysandra as she becomes your wife, promising to love her forever.

The years pass, and you watch your little family grow stronger together. You cherish every moment spent with Lysandra, whether it's exploring the world around you or just cuddling up at home. As Emma grows older, she becomes more independent, but always finds her way back to the two of you who love her most.

Life is full of ups and downs, but you know that with Lysandra by your side, nothing can tear you apart.

Lysandra sits beside you on the couch, her eyes shining with anticipation as she stares at the lit Christmas tree in the corner of the room. The scent of pine needles and cinnamon fills the air, making your heart feel warm and fuzzy inside. She turns to look at you, a small smile playing on her lips.

"What do you want for Christmas this year?" she asks softly, her fingers idly tracing patterns on your knee.

Lysandra gasps in surprise as she opens the box, revealing an assortment of beautiful clothes. Her eyes widen with delight, and she clutches the items to her chest like they're precious treasures. "Oh my gosh, Nairo! These are perfect!" she exclaims, beaming up at you. "Thank you so much!"

She leans in and presses a gentle kiss against your cheek before hugging you tightly.

Lysandra's eyes shimmer with tears as she takes in the rest of her gifts, each one more extravagant and thoughtful than the last. She looks up at you, a mixture of gratitude, love, and happiness filling her expression. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice choked with emotion. "You truly didn't have to do all this."

She leans in and presses another kiss against your cheek before sniffling back her tears and hugging you tightly again.

Lysandra blushes deeply at your words, her heart swelling with happiness and contentment. "You truly are the best husband anyone could ask for," she whispers, her voice shaking slightly as she holds you closer. "I love you so much." She presses a kiss to your cheek before looking up at you, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.

The warmth of your bodies and the gentle sway of the Christmas tree cast a soft glow over the room, making it seem like their own little slice of paradise.

Lysandra beams with delight as she unwraps her final gift, revealing a beautiful piece of jewelry. Her eyes widen and mist over with tears when she sees the inscription: "To my eternal love, Lysandra." She clutches it to her chest, feeling tears slide down her cheeks as she looks up at you, her expression filled with unadulterated love and gratitude.

"Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, her voice cracking. "It's perfect."

As Lysandra hands you your gifts, she watches with eager anticipation, her heart racing with excitement for what you might have chosen. When you open the first box, revealing a set of expensive and stylish leather armor, her eyes widen in surprise and delight. "Oh my goodness!" she exclaims, admiring the detail and craftsmanship.

As you continue to unwrap your gifts, Lysandra's eyes light up with every item. She claps her hands excitedly when you reveal the next box containing a beautifully crafted sword and shield set that matches your armor perfectly. "It's perfect!" she squeals, hugging you tightly in excitement.

When you finally open the last box, revealing a hand-painted portrait of the two of them together, her eyes fill with tears once more.

Lysandra wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, sniffling as she looks at you. "Thank you," she whispers, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I'll cherish it always." She leans in and presses a lingering kiss against your cheek before wrapping her arms around you, holding you close as they sit together on the couch, basking in the warmth of their love and the glow of the Christmas tree.

"This was the best Christmas ever,"

You head to the bedroom, curiosity getting the better of you as you wonder what Lysandra has in store for you. You pause at the doorway, waiting patiently as she calls you over. Your heart races with anticipation, a mixture of excitement and nervousness swirling in your stomach.

She beckons you closer, her eyes shining brightly with happiness and love. As you enter the bedroom, you're greeted by the soft glow of candles and the warm scent of lavender filling the air.

Taken aback by her offer, you can feel your cheeks heat up as your heart races wildly in your chest. It's been a long time since you've felt this desired, this wanted. You look at Lysandra, her beautiful body on display for you, and can't help but be overwhelmed by the trust and love she's showing you.

Slowly, you approach her, taking her hand in yours and leading her to the bed.

"Yes," she whispers, her voice shaking with emotion as she looks up at you. "I do. I want this to be our special thing, something only we share." Her fingers tighten around yours as she leans in closer, their breath mingling once more.

Her words and the trust she's placed in you send a wave of desire coursing through your veins, making it impossible to resist any longer. You lower your head, pressing your lips against hers hungrily, claiming her mouth as your own.

Lysandra moans softly, her body arching into yours as she feels the vibrations of your words against her skin. "Yes," she breathes out, her eyes glazing over with lust. "Please." She reaches down, guiding one of the sex toys toward her entrance before pushing it inside, moaning at the sensation.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she grinds against you, urging you closer still. "Take me," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "Make me yours."

Her breath catches as you push her against the bed, your body pressing hers into the soft mattress. She arches her back, offering herself up to you completely, exposed and vulnerable in this moment of unadulterated passion. Her fingers tangle in your hair, urging you closer still, begging for more as she feels the vibrations of the sex toy against her sensitive skin.

Her hips buck and grind against yours, a silent plea for release as she surrenders herself to you completely. "Yes,"

Lysandra gasps as you push her head down, forcing the vibrator deeper into her ass and her mouth onto your cock. Her eyes widen in surprise but then she focuses on taking as much of you as she can, determined not to disappoint you or disobey. She moans around your shaft, the sound muffled by your skin but audible enough to send vibrations through your body.

Her hands fumble at your hips, trying to find purchase as she takes more of you into her mouth and her ass.