Have a Drink!

The two of you sat down in what appeared to be real old tavern, filled with an assortment of strange looking people who seemed to have stepped straight from a fantasy book.

"Beer. 2" Grunted Grisse, "We'll see if my friend here can handle a whole one."

The bartender chuckled. You noticed half the tavern was looking at you with strange glances, obviously aware you looked like the towering Futas prey. Especially when you realized your clothes had changed, and they hadn't become more modest.

"Must be different from the world you know."

"Very" you said distantly. Still wary of everything around you.

"Full of dangers this world. People are looking at you because it's unusual for someone of your weak stature to survive here very long."

Her words hurt, but your brain prioritized fear. Suddenly having you looking around feverishly.

"Haha don't worry, if you're with me nothing would dare touch you. Even with that feminine ass of yours. Just don't wander far and you should be safe."

You thought for a while, so much new information was a lot to handle, particularly with the knocks to your ego along the way. "So... does this mean you're not going to fuck me again?"

"Haha! Of course I am! I've got you for a week! Haha! Wimpy boys like you are considered a delicacy around here, there's no way I'm passing this up. Plus I don't think Lilith's gonna take you back till I've pounded some sense into you."

The panic returned.

"But don't worry. I'm going to make sure you like it." Grisse grinned slyly, "Come on, we're gonna work up your appetite."