Stop and talk

You pause your travels just briefly to chat with the flustered ladies, who take turns lightly flitting their hands across your chest, belly, and ass as you continue to work yourself to full mast. One particularly adventurous one bears her breasts at you, pulling at her nipples as you speak of your travels and your destination. Another mentions the rumors about werewolves, and the third chimes in, saying her cousin was impregnated by one such foul beast and a ritual had to be performed to purify her.

You acknowledge the difficulty of the situation, and vow to deal with any beast you should come across swiftly. The ladies coo and cheer, thanking you for your heroism. All three of them continue to steal glances at your firm, pulsing dick.