To a welcoming surprise...

I awoke to see the blazing ray of the sun punishing my eyes! I simply cover my face with my arm. There I can see a burly forearm in the place where the sun would **** me. Details became clearer as my eyes adapted, the forearm showing it being covered by a tuft of brown fur, near the hand where the fur becomes shallow revealing the lighter shade of reptilian scales underneath showing the fur concealing it. There it reveals the hybridization of dragon and beast.

I get up and take a better look at my surroundings. Wow, I woke up in a crater... a big one at that, the outer rim reaches my hip. Did I crash land into Ruyanei? That's a dramatic entrance, the way I like it, kind of a shame I wasn't awake to see it. How long was I out for? Unfortunately I can't really think much right now as the bushes from the trees start to shake... And out comes the first of my victims to my quest power. It looks to be a group of hunters..

I step out of the charred crater into the soft grass to take a better look at them, there are about 4 I see, all of them men, unfortunately, guess I was expecting too much. They all seem to be roughly half my height, the huge size kicking in for me, feeling a sense of power towering over them. Judging from the fur outfits they wore they seem to be tribesmen, a striking feature is their green hair with a patch of red. Two of them held iron spears, one duel wielding hatchets and the one behind them a staff, presumably a shaman. All of them have their guards up.

I play along for now "To what do I owe the pleasure to you gentlemen?!" I exclaimed welcomingly, opening my arms for them to see my bare glory.

"We were wondering if you were the cause of the crater." Says the axe wielder, rather confrontationally. Now that I look at them carefully they all seem young, early to mid twenties I'd say.

I look behind me to admire the crater I woke up in.

"Why yes! I think it looks nice."

"Why have you come here?"

"Good question. I like to be straightforward so I'll cut straight to the chase, I'm a young virile beast looking for experience and women to make into my playthings to enjoy myself! You fellows will be the experience I need to do just that."

They are now on full alert ready to attack me, I crouch down getting ready to destroy my first group, my heart pumping with excitement. Then I hear a whiz before I feel a sting to the right of my neck. It caught me by surprise, leading the group to charge and attack. In my stupor the axe warrior charged and lunged at me, axe overhead intending to bury the hatchet to my skull. I simply reached out and grabbed his arm. The spearmen rushed forward and stabbed me through the scale and fur under my skin, well... scale now. Even more impressively I can feel myself getting pushed back. I use the opportunity to slam the hatchet wielder into the ground, crushing the arm I was holding. The spearmen were able to pull away before they were caught by the axe wielder.

I heard another whiz and this time it struck my right calf and felt like it had more impact this time, pushing my leg to an awkward angle and forcing me to kneel. The two spearmen take the opportunity to stab me again, one where my heart would be and one at the arrow wound to my neck. Blood starts to leak from the wound on my neck. Frustration is starting to build up and I’m getting pissed. I grab the two spearmen and crash them into each other, their bones crunching gives me a sense of catharsis. Before I could revel in it I heard the screams of the hatchet wielder, somehow his arm fully healed, or at least functioning. I turn my head up to see him airborne, both hatchets winded up and his face screaming fury. Before I could react he strikes on the same fucking wound on my neck, bringing me down on all fours. Now the wound is bleeding profusely, the hatchets digging in deep. My blood is boiling now, my vision turning a tint of red as all I can think about is killing this motherfucker.

He pulled out the hatchets and before he could bring it down again I charged at him with all my might lifting him off his feet with my shoulder. I grip him tightly so he can’t escape. Using the momentum I charge straight at the nearest thick tree, the crash slightly uprooting the tree as the satisfying crunch of shattered ribs ring music to my ears.

I pull back to land a finishing blow and I’m fucking interrupted AGAIN when I feel a sudden weight on my back followed by sharp pain in the open wound on my neck. This time cutting deep enough to make me **** blood. Grabbing the knife to stop the assailant digging the knife even deeper was met with their body wrapping tighter to a surprising degree, though it could also be the blood loss starting to pile up its effect on me. Dizziness is starting to take hold of me. The assailant tries to jab the knife further but still can’t overcome my monstrous strength. The next thing I knew something hard was pressing into my throat. I can’t pry it off and now I can’t breathe. Panic starts to set in and my vision is getting blurry.

I see the tree in front of me and I get an idea. I turn my back to the tree and slam my back to it with all I have. The pressure on my neck loosens but the pressure will still kill me. I try for a second time, this time it loosens just enough for me to start prying it away from me. Coughing out the blood I can finally take in oxygen before I have to cough more. Slamming my back to the tree one last time the grip of my assailant loosened enough that I can finally pry them off me, slamming them to the ground.

A wonderful surprise greets me. A black haired wolf girl with predatory blood red eyes and of similar skin tone to the rest came to greet my vision. She’s coughing as she’s also struggling to breathe from the multiple impacts I inflicted on her. I pull the knife out of me leading to a deluge of blood to pour out but somehow allowing me to breathe properly again. Along with the object the bitch was strangling me with which turned out to be a bow. So this was the whore that caused me so much trouble shooting me with those damn arrows. I snap the bow in half, part of me is impressed that a woman could use a bow that could pierce through my exterior which supposedly has been toughened far more than my previous body. But I also remember that the people the goddess wanted me to take out were also women.

I stomp on her legs to which I hear the wonderful tune of breaking bones and shrieking of pain. I feel the arousal come from within me, tempting me to take her right then and there. I had to resist the temptation, there were still others I had to take care of…

I come back to where the other men should be, only to find that they have seemed to have disappeared, likely that they ran away. I consider my options…