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Travel went surprisingly quietly. The first hour was spent nervously, shooting your head from side to side at every sound in the forest. You were just expecting that party to slip away from the Drake and ambush you to another frustrating reset.

In spite of your expectations, you only really stumbled across the odd rabbit or deer. You managed back in a record breaking three hours and some odd minutes, entering the clearing of your majestic pile of rocks called a cave at the base of a hill.

You felt the shifting of your new woman as you entered within, careful to lay your catch upon the furs. With the lack of danger, you finally got a better, proper look at her. Skin tanned from long days out in the open, linen half robe covering her legs from ankle to waist. Metal breastplate of copper (likely enchanted) and full bracers of thick hide to protect against various weapons. Her back is adorned with a wild cape of thick fur from something bigger than a Dire Bear. The hood gave away what appeared to be an owl’s head.

It’s hard to tell, but you think her breasts are c-cups, a decent size that would only grow once you gave her first child. Of that you were certain. But how do you keep her here?

You ponder the question as you go to light the fire pit, the timer said you still had a few minutes so you had to think fast. Tie her up? Not anything to tie her to, yourself? Nah that wouldn’t be very smart at the moment. You became more and more frustrated until you realized you’d lit the fire. Behind you, at the same time, came the shifting that signified she was waking up.

Now or never Beef Stew. You stand and turn, snorting as the druid, Alystera1, awoke and looked around in confusion. It quickly changed to panic and fear as she finally eyed you. Even if she was higher level, she clearly wasn’t the type to fight in a pinch.

“You got lucky I was nearby,” You tried to growl out coherently. “Any other creature and you’d not have made it.”

She seemed to shake like a leaf, looking up at you wide eyed. After a moment almost too long, she spoke with nervous energy, “the... party I was in?”

“Dead,” You knelt down to her level, looking her deep in her green eyes, “You’ll be joining ‘em back in town if you try anything.” Emphasizing your point by placing a hand upon her shoulder. “To face whatever they had in store for you.”

You found yourself more than a little confused by the fact she began shaking less, but powered through, “I need to make sure my property is in good condition, stay and rest, keep the fire going.” You stood up and began walking to the entrance. You stopped just at it and looked back, “No running, I’m getting dinner for the both of us.”

You didn’t wait for her response, rushing out to figure out how to talk to anything that can talk back. Threats might work but you were really hoping she’d be there when you returned. For now you had some loot drops to check, a new weapon to gather, and food to find.

Weapon first. Easy enough, wandering the forest gradually towards the loot of the three dead, hoping to all those above you that the Water Drake left something for you to scrounge. A claimant crystal, some food, even just a couple coins because of how shiny they are.

It took a bit longer than you’d hoped but you eventually found one, a small-ish log that resembled your last weapon, long, dry, and without any rot setting in. In fact, it’s nicer for the fact it hasn’t begun to rot yet! You shall call this one, Giga-Club, and it shall smash the heavens!

You sputter and cough a bit, “perhaps no names for weapons.” You muttered before going on the hunt for the bags. You’re one for three now and feeling pretty good.

A definitely not bullshit timeskip where the author has no idea how to make searching and traveling interesting, you arrive at the edge of the Water Drake’s domain. The sun was beginning to chase the horizon so you had maybe 3 hours of light left. You noticed the two bags for the Cleric and Fighter were gone, picked clean, apparently. But they were close to the shore, in range. What about the rogue shortstack? Surely the big fish couldn’t have looted that, it was so far away!

And sure enough, with a bit of searching through the treeline, you discovered the lootbag, untouched and awaiting your greasy palms to swipe away the haul. You go to open it and find exactly what you’d hoped for.

Non-magical weapons! These valuable iron knives and arrows will do wonders for your-no. You focus on the little opal gem that drops out, shining a rainbow of colors and screaming “important”, you grasp the teardrop sized piece and a popup appears.

Would you like to start a dungeon here? Y/N

You hit N and immediately place it in your small bag at your waist. It was the only thing you ever had for carrying items and it never really was useful beyond collecting coins. Speaking of coins, the Rogue apparently had some, a whole 30 silver, 12 copper. Neat. The arrows might be useful along with the bow if your property listens properly.

...Man you’d hate to lose such fine breeding stock.

Regardless, you actually hit the jackpot, because you got a wonderful surprise. Already two for three, you go straight to a full strike as you find some jerky, it isn’t much but it’s rations that’ll feed both of you until daybreak.

Your return trip was less eventful, practically skipping (but you’d sooner reset a thousand times than get caught by a monster or hero doing that). Now your breeder can get some nutrition and heal up a bit from her ordeal. Whatever the hell happened isn’t your business until it causes you trouble.

Ending such a series of thoughts, you step back into your home to find that indeed, the Druid was still there, tending to the furs before piling them slightly out of the way in a new bed-pile. You fail to catch her off guard, your heavy footfalls scraping and catching on the rocky ground.

“Oh,” she says quietly, “I-I’ve started cleaning the furs, they were so dirty they needed tending to.”

You grunt in acknowledgement before sitting down next to her, just close enough to the fire to feel it, just far enough to not be covered by the warmth. “You didn’t run,” scratching your chin as you said this.

“Y-yeah, I mean, it’s better than where I was before...” She presses the fox fur together slightly, looking down. She looks ready to say something else when you pipe up, a gruff hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t focus on that, you’re mine now and nothing of mine can be sad.” It didn’t seem to do a lot, but it did do something, and that was a victory for you. “Besides,” you roughly rub your hand down over the breastplate, reaching the bare skin of her upper arm. “I’m feeling like a distraction is necessary.”

She seems to agree with a shiver and a slight scooting towards you. It wasn’t much, but you appreciated it all the same. You pulled your other hand to rub at her thigh, moving clumsily around the leggings, attempting to get a solid idea of her shapely legs underneath the clothing. This brought her legs together, fidgeting while you explored from kneecap to edge of the thigh. Back and forth over and over, slowly moving your fingers closer to your prize.

You were surprised by Alystera when she grasped your head in her right hand and pushed hers forward. You weren’t entirely sure what she was doing while she brought her lips to yours. By the heavens were they soft! You shivered yourself and moved your right hand to roughly grasp her tit and your left hand to shoot to her crotch. It felt damp as your weight managed to overwhelm her, pushing her to the ground.