Dalmascan Date (Patreon)

Autumn and Slayn left the tavern, their bellies full of bread, cheese and mead. Dusk descended upon the kingdom of Dalmasca, a tiny kingdom and land where nudity and sex are not taboo and are as natural  as it is to animals. No clothing is worn by it's people, except for a few adornments, if any. The streets were filled with unclad people of all sorts of colors, shapes and sizes leaving work for the day, finishing up some last minute shopping or casually mating after a long day.

"You gave that tavern girl a helluva tip, Slayn." Autumn remarked to Slayn, congratulating him on his sexual prowess. A few moments ago, the handsome farmboy rammed hard into the screaming tavern girl's fat buttocks with his horse sized member. "She gripped that table for dear life! AND you had enough for me afterward!"

Dalmascans were culturally polyamorous -- a free love society. Fat fucked thin and ugly laid with beautiful. There is no marriage or any kind of exclusivity in relationships, although the Dalmascans do have their favorites. Outsiders would claim that a Dalmascan could never say no to sex, but that wasn't true. While Dalmascans viewed sex as casually as a simple handshake, the only people that Dalmascans would refuse were those with terrible personalities or attitudes, evil people or those who were unkempt or diseased.

"You've seen how I live" said Slayn. "But can I see how YOU live?" He looked toward the  looming Dalmasca Castle in the distance. Autumn was hesitant. Part of Slayn's appeal was that he was from a different world than hers. Despite her down-to-earth personality, Autumn was still a royal princess.

"Besides, I want to see your harem."

Autumn laughed, surprised. The farmer had made light of her royal privilege. Showing Slayn the castle might be fun after all, his down-to-earth reactions would be priceless!

"I don't have a harem." Autumn smiled devilishly. "But I DO have a war room..."