Go to the Chief at Dawn

 Not wanting to take any chances, Krystal drags her aching body out of bed at first light and quietly makes her way back to the chief's home.  She worries that she'll have to 'bribe' the guards once more, but they let her through with no more than a few rough squeezes to her soft charms.  The throne room is decorated with various trophies of hunts and wars, from intimidating skulls to exotic weapons.  And there, lounging in the center if the room is-
 "GENERAL SCALES!?  B-b-but, you're dead!" she splutters.
 "Ah, so you knew my predecessor," the huge sharpclaw responds calmly.  "That title is carried by each of our leaders, you see.  I command all the chieftains in times of war."
 "I see," Krystal replies regaining her composure.
 "On to more important matters then.  I understand that my warriors are quite impressed with you.  However, you still wish to leave this village?"
 Krystal nods.
 "I see.  In that case, I shall test your talents for myself.  Please me, and you may leave."  With that, the general rises to his full towering height and unfastens his armour.  What falls out can only be described as monstrous.  His swinging cock reaches well past his knees before beginning to harden, and Krystal's eyes bulge as she realizes that it matches her luscious thighs in girth.  A wide torque encircles a point toward the base.  'As if it wasn't already impossible to get off something that size.'
 Scales gestures impatiently for her to begin.