Ask Dominika about the most dangerous creatures in the Monster Forest while collecting the supplies

Grand Library, Futanari Fortress, at 10:26 AM on Monday, June 12th, 2023.

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Dominika withdraws from the desk, both cocks still semi-hard and dripping with mixed fluids. She reaches for a cloth on a nearby shelf and tosses it to you before moving to a locked cabinet behind one of the towering bookshelves.

"The Monster Forest," she says, her voice carrying a rare note of gravity as she produces a leather satchel and begins filling it with supplies. "Most warriors don't make it twenty feet past the treeline before something claims them."

You wipe the cum from your face and stand carefully, your belly still grotesquely swollen with her seed. It sloshes obscenely as you move, and you can feel rivers of thick white semen leaking down your inner thighs from both holes. You ignore it, focusing on Dominika's words.

"The Breeding Vines are everywhere," she continues, coiling fifty feet of silk rope with practiced efficiency. "They sense arousal from hundreds of yards away. Once they catch you, their aphrodisiac pollen makes you want to be caught. Women beg to be fertilized by them. They produce seed pods—living tentacle offspring that need warm wombs to gestate in."

She places the rope in the satchel, then adds a wicked hunting knife in a leather sheath. The blade gleams with a strange blue tint.

"Then there's the Feral Futanari packs," Dominika says, her expression darkening. "Women who went into the forest and never came out. They've regressed to pure breeding instinct. Travel in groups of five to ten. They'll run you down, pin you, and take turns pumping you full until you're pregnant with their spawn. I've seen them chain-breed a single captive for days without stopping."

She adds three wrapped packages of preserved rations and a full water canteen to the satchel.

"But the worst..." She pauses, her jaw tightening. "The worst are the Tentacle Hives. Intelligent colonies. Massive. They build nests deep in the forest using captured women as living egg incubators and milking stations. If a Hive decides you're worth keeping, you'll spend the rest of your existence being bred, fed, milked, and bred again. No escape. No rescue. Just endless pregnancy and lactation until your mind shatters completely."

Dominika pulls out a small glass vial filled with iridescent purple liquid and holds it up.

"This is Nullvenom Extract," she says. "One dose. It neutralizes tentacle aphrodisiac toxins for about an hour. Use it only when you're absolutely fucked—when a Hive has you and you need one chance to run."

She places the vial carefully in a padded compartment of the satchel, then hands the entire pack to you.

"The Oracle Statue is in the heart of the forest, past all three threats. Most who reach it are already broken, mind-fucked into breeding slaves. They ask the Oracle how to serve their new masters better." Her eyes meet yours with fierce intensity. "You're different. You might actually make it."

She steps closer, her voice dropping.

"If you survive and get the Gate's location, come back here first. We'll talk alliance."