Serah Illsanova, Spiderfolk Ranger

Sitting in the cleared out watch captain's office – now yours – you turn the page of the withered novel. One of the workers had found it buried under some cleared away rubble, handing it to you in the hopes of it being some amazing discovery. The unfolding story of the misadventure of a clumsy elven princess in savage orc lands told in serialized, self-contained chapters, while certainly riveting, was hardly the find of the century. Leaving the princess as she stumbled, her easily ripped dress getting caught under her foot, toward the orc chieftain and his erect cock you put the book away and start massaging your aching neck muscles.

Everything felt sore in a way they only did during molting. Your growth spurt during puberty had been hell as you were **** to constantly shed the white chitinous exoskeleton covering parts of your body.

It had been a hard day of work, probably a few more before the fort – which you had taken to calling Adventurer's Rest – was livable for the long term. But, you intended to be far away before the shift started tomorrow, and instead exploring this unfamiliar land. Working your way up your fingers, you press down on the sensitive segmented plates stretching up your arm like a glove until you feel it in your dark-skinned fingers hidden underneath and moan in relief.

"Ooooh~, Tira's tits," you needed this, closing your many purple irised eyes, humming contentedly, " I should call for Zoe and have her do this." Referring to your skittish human companion. She had stepped through a portal from her original world one day and appeared here on Savarra. Girl nearly had a heart attack when you first happened upon each other and she saw your insectile appearance, then practically peed herself once you started to speak. Her fascination and bewilderment with everything around her was cute, so you could forgive her. She still felt a little uncomfortable around you, but it was nothing a couple of days, or weeks, spent alone in the wilderness couldn't fix. Almost alone, you corrected yourself, there were the others too.

You leaned down, tucking a lock of flowing, white hair behind an elfin ear and start to massage your exposed thighs next. They're pleasantly plump, with a matching ass, just enough to disguise the muscles that were otherwise visible in your arm and chest. You dig your fingers in deeply to reach every cord and knot that had formed over the day before moving on to another plated section. You stretched your arms over your head as you finished with the armored heels covering your foot. All that needed attention now was the large mounds on your chest, kept firm by a chitinous bustier. Hmm~, you could leave that for later.

The armchair creaked ominously as you rose, the foreman had promised everything remaining of the old furniture would hold up but you had your doubts and made your way to the table. You inspected the map that lay between your bow and quiver of arrows, tracing the path you took through the Mistpeaks and reread the scribbles of the observations you had made over the course of the journey. Had passed a few things that caught your interest, including a cave that served as a fairly easy access point to the underground tunnels. Would be important to explore those eventually, the drider matriarch had taught you a few things about identifying metal veins but a specialist would be better to have around for when you did.

Closer to home, sliding your finger over to the fort you currently occupied, was a town. Having passed it by at a distance earlier, it seemed like a quaint, sleepy place where it lay near the sparkling blue lake. Only an illusion, however. Chances were that you'd find a few bandits there; wild animals were another possibility. A roof and four walls – or mostly four walls, you dryly added, thinking of the tower – did go a long way for anyone trying to survive. Even if you didn't find anyone, it'd promise to be a fruitful exploration and a chance for everyone to learn to work together.

A knock on the door interrupted your thoughts. "Come in." You reflexively call out, not missing a beat as you continued to study the map.