Take the supplies and head immediately for the Monster Forest eastern entrance

Grand Library, Futanari Fortress, at 10:34 AM on Monday, June 12th, 2023.

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You shoulder the leather satchel, feeling its reassuring weight against your hip. The supplies clink softly—rope, blade, rations, water, and that precious vial of Nullvenom Extract. Your belly is still grotesquely swollen with Dominika's seed, sloshing obscenely with each movement, but you ignore the discomfort. You've got what you came for.

"I'm heading out now," you say, your voice steady despite the cum still leaking from both holes and trailing down your thighs. "East entrance to the Monster Forest."

Dominika nods, then reaches up to her neck and unclasps a bronze medallion hanging on a thick chain. The metal is warm when she presses it into your palm—circular, about the size of your fist, with her fortress insignia embossed on one side and strange runes on the other.

"My personal seal," she says. "Any guard in this fortress sees that, they'll let you pass without question. No harassment, no challenges, no fucking delays." Her golden eyes lock onto yours with unusual intensity. "Keep it. When you come back from the forest—if you come back—you'll need it to get back in quickly."

You loop the chain around your neck, letting the medallion rest between your massive breasts. The metal is still warm from Dominika's body heat.

"The eastern gate is three levels down and half a mile through the barracks district," Dominika continues, moving to a side door you hadn't noticed before. "This passage bypasses most of it. Cuts your travel time in half." She opens the door, revealing a narrow stone corridor lit by glowing crystals embedded in the walls.

"One more thing, warrior." Dominika's expression turns deadly serious. "The Oracle answers one question. Make it count. Don't ask how to reach the Gate—ask where it currently is. Coordinates. Landmarks. Specific location. The Oracle will give you truth, but only exactly what you ask for."

She extends her hand.

"Good hunting, Reika."

You clasp her forearm in a warrior's grip, feeling the strength in her muscles. For a moment, there's genuine respect between you—two apex predators acknowledging each other.

Then you turn and stride into the passage, your cum-filled belly swaying with each step, the medallion bouncing between your breasts, the satchel secure on your shoulder.

The Monster Forest awaits.