To Love A Monster Hunter

(To get the full experience with this story, please start the game (WIP). If you have any suggestions I would love to hear them, I am only a solo writer so please be patient with updates. I like this concept of a story and I haven't seen any similar concept so I hope you like it. There will be quite a few kinks introduced in this story, futa on male, vanilla sex, , inflation, oviposition, stretching, etc.)

As the first morning rays of sunshine lit the interior of a barely furnished room in the rundown Codswallower Inn in Garto, a small rural town, you, a young hero named Ash Von Helling, are fastening the bindings on your leather armor which will undoubtedly come in handy in your adventures to come. Being born in the realm of Midrana to a prominent monster hunter family, you have come to seek fame and fortune by following the legacy of your ancestors. Even though the Great Uprising has the King, Lepardi Hasbon, to outlaw the killing of any monsters found within the kingdom, the occasional bounty for a renegade or dangerous monster is still posted on the notice boards of every Frail Guard Barracks throughout the kingdom to uphold law and order within the realm. The only condition these bounties have is that the creature in question must be captured alive and in one piece, then brought to the local Warden of Law to await judgment.

As you are ready to leave and tie the last 50 Crowners in your possession in a coin pouch, there is suddenly a loud aggressive knock on the door. You quickly scramble towards the door before opening it to a creak, first identifying the figure demanding your attention before opening the door fully. Before you stands a rather unshapely man, the innkeeper Tim Jones or less affectionately known as "Greasy", standing at 5 foot 9 with a belly that wobbles like only a man with a ravenous appetite can possess. His hair has receded to the middle of his skull and with his devious grin and pig-like eyes pointed directly at you, he is studying you from head to toe.

"I can never tell with you adventuring types, are you a baby-faced boy or just a girl who likes to wear trousers?" Jones asked.