Tell Ellie you'll come back another time

"Thank you, but I can't stay," you say. "I've left the family shop unattended and I have to get back. Please tell Shade I stopped by."

"I will," the friendly Raccoon says. "It was lovely to meet you."

You leave, your pent-up frustration beginning to make the insides of your thighs slippery and your cock tent the front of your dress. You decide to take the forest path back home and avoid the stares of the townsfolk. Skirting the edge of cottages and farms, the path leads you through a shady wood filled with birdsong and the fresh smell of wood and earth.

A thicket beside the path rustles and you stop short as a grizzled human male steps out of the bushes, a long, wicked dagger in one hand. A bandit! You spin around to run, but the path behind you is blocked by a tall, well-muscled drakaron. Drakarons are kin to dragons the way you are kin to horses, and this one certainly does his cousins proud, with shiny blue scales and gleaming ivory horns, his golden eyes filled with amusement and lust.