Travel to the village a the base of the mountain

You prepare for your journey by loading up with supplies, and your pack heavy, you set out to find the mountain where the Dragon-Woman resides.

After many days and nights, falling in with small bands of travellers on the road, making camp, and foraging as you go for fresh fruits and herbs to supplement your dry and boring meals, you spot a simple little town nestled in the foothills of a foreboding mountain, just like the old woman described.

You'd been travelling so long and with such purpose you hadn't stopped to fuck anyone, or even masturbate, for days, maybe weeks now. Besides the prospect of hot food and a bath, your mind immediately wanders to the beautiful women of town. As you approach down the hill into the valley, your cock springs up and parts your tunic, ready to greet the first person you come across.

Just at the town's edge, you catch a woman drawing up water from the well. You breathe a sigh of relief, and without introducing yourself, you approach from behind her and gather up her skirts. She yelps, surprised, as you suddenly push your hard rod into her cunthole with a single stroke. You moan and press your face into her back, damp from sweating over her chores.

"Oh, my-" she says, dropping the bucket back into the well, which hits the bottom with a SPLASH, the rope whipping and the axel spinning as it follows it down.

"Bettina? What's wrong?" you hear another woman call out from around the way. You don't stop for a second, buring your cock in Bettina, pulling out to the tip, and plunging it back into her wet and receptive hole, over and over again, smacking your balls against the back of her thighs and the tip of your cock against her cervix. You tilt your head back and moan, giving in to the tight, wet squeeze, pulling you deeper and deeper in.

"N-nothing!" Bettina cries out to her friend. "I think my husband just came home from the hunt, and he's, h-h-happy to... Ohhh, Harold!" she screams out.