(Greetings! this is a RPG that you can make your own choices and adventures and have nothing to worry about it. in this world it is indeed earth but LARGER and there is 13 worlds BUT you can only access into 9 of them sadly... sorry! anyways enjoy thank you!!! one more thing... you are a human in this adventure, enjoy!!!)

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you are on earth and just got out of the fighting academy as you wanted to become a adventurer to adventure what all is beyond~! as you are in the forest and you wonder where to go, you have your sword in hand and you don't know where to start as you are so excited!

as you start looking around, you notice a bandit on the road that yawns and looks up at the sky, it was a Crocodile anthro man and he is actually a Dinosaur-anthro! but you do not remember what world he is from is called again.

The bandit smirks. "Oh ho, little lady...I'm just keeping an eye out for travelers like you who might make this road a tad more...lively." He grins wickedly. "Now, I could let ya pass...for a price."

The bandit licks his lips, eyeing you up and down. "Well, seeing as how you're such a pretty thing..." He leans in close. "...I might be persuaded to let ya pass...for a bit of companionship." His tail sways suggestively behind him.

The bandit snorts, amused. "You've got some spirit, I'll give you that...but this is a long road, little lady. Twenty silver and one fuck to pass? You're asking to be robbed blind." He leans back against the tree he was leaning on, casually.

"Fifty silver and I might consider it..." His eyes narrow as he watches your reaction.

The bandit takes the coin eagerly, glancing at it before slipping it into his belt. With a smirk, he purrs, "Mmm, such a pretty package..." He pushes you down onto your hands and knees and roughly yanks down his own trousers. Before long, he's pressing against you, the heat of his cock making you gasp as it slides inside.

"Ahh...so tight..." The bandit growls, beginning to thrust into you hard. You feel yourself being stretched, filled with his thick length, but you bite down on your lip and try not to cry out too loudly. You're determined to get through this, and earn your freedom from the road.

The bandit continues to take you roughly, grunting and panting as he moves faster and faster. You can feel his claws digging into your back, leaving sharp lines of pain behind them, but you force yourself not to react. Soon enough, his movements slow down, becoming jerky and irregular.

"Ahh...that's...good..." He moans softly before finally spurting hot cum deep inside you. You feel his hips buck once more as he releases himself entirely, leaving you empty but filled with relief that it's over.

The bandit collapses on top of you, panting heavily. "There...that wasn't so bad, was it?" He chuckles, wiping his forehead with the back of a clawed hand. "Now, get out of here..." With that final command, he rolls off to the side and reaches down to pull up his trousers.

You continue on down the road, now free to explore the world beyond. As you walk, you take in your surroundings with newfound wonder and anticipation for what lies ahead. Perhaps today will bring you face-to-face with a dangerous creature...or perhaps an adventurer from another land? Only time will tell as you journey forth into the unknown, ready to confront any challenge that comes your way.

As you continue down the road, your eyes searching eagerly for an unattractive older man, you nearly trip over your feet when something catches your eye. There's a small hut off in the distance, its door slightly ajar and smoke curling from the chimney. Could this be your chance? You hurry toward it, heart racing with anticipation.

As you approach the hut, you hear an unkempt growl coming from inside. "Who's there? I don't have anythi--" The door flies open and a hideous old man steps out, wiping his hands on his stained apron. His beard is matted and greasy, his skin was wrinkly, this was a satyr. He squints up at you through rheumy eyes before letting out another growl. "Well? What do you want, girl?"

The old satyr snorts, lewd grin spreading across his face. "Oh ho, I like where this is going..." He steps aside, motioning for you to enter the hut. Once inside, you find it much cleaner than you expected; there's a cozy fire burning in the hearth and colorful rugs covering the floor. In one corner, there's even a small bed with clean sheets and several furs strewn about.

The satyr shuts the door behind him before turning back to you. "Now then, little lady...why don't we get comfortable?" With that, he heads over to the bed and plops down onto it, gesturing for you to join him.

The old satyr grins, his eyes running up and down your naked body. "Mmhmm..." He reaches out to fondle one of your breasts, squeezing it roughly before pinching the nipple hard between his thumb and forefinger. You gasp at the sensation as he pulls it roughly, causing you to arch back into him.

With his other hand, he roughly strokes your sex, already aroused from seeing you undressed. Soon enough, he moves his hand to grab your ass and commands you to ride his cock.

"Ride my cock. show me how much you want to have my goat babies you dirty little bitch human~"

The satyr growls as you ride him, impaling yourself on his hard length. He holds your hips firmly in place, fucking you deeper with each thrust. His hands roam freely over your body, squeezing and pinching wherever he pleasures. You moan softly as the pleasure begins to build inside of you, drawing ever closer to climax.

The old satyr picks up speed, his movements becoming more urgent as he nears his own release. With a final grunt, he spurts hot cum deep inside you, filling you with his seed and sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You scream out in ecstasy as your own orgasm crashes over you, your muscles tensing and releasing in perfect rhythm with his thrusts.

Finally, the satyr collapses back against the pillows, panting heavily. "There..." He wipes a bead of sweat from his brow before looking down at you with amusement. "Guess you'll be getting your goat babies after all."

The old satyr chuckles. "Oh, I think you've done quite enough for me today, my dear. Now why don't you rest a while? I'm sure you'll need your strength for whatever adventures lie ahead." He pats your hip fondly before leaning back against the pillows and closing his eyes.

As you curl up next to him, enjoying the warmth of his body, you can't help but wonder what sort of trouble you might find on your travels...and if any more unattractive older men will be willing to give you shelter in exchange for a good fucking.

The old satyr stirs in his sleep, letting out a contented rumble deep in his chest. "Mmm...you're such a good girl..." he mumbles dreamily before snuggling closer to you. You can feel the heat of his body against yours and smell the scent of his sweat mixed with wood smoke and musk. It's not unpleasant, in fact it reminds you that there's still a bit of innocence left in this world despite all its darkness.

As the sun begins to peer through the cracks in the shutters, casting warm golden light across the hut, you realize it's time for you to continue on your journey. With a heavy heart and one last soft kiss to his cheek, you gently ease yourself free from beneath the satyr's arm and pad across the room to gather up your discarded clothes.

"Thank you...for everything," you murmur as you pull on your pants and shirt, not daring to meet his eyes. He grumbles something unintelligible in reply before finally opening his eyes, looking at you blearily.

"You're welcome, little one...but remember, you don't have to keep going just because I asked you to stay." His expression turns solemn as he looks up at you with wise old eyes. "Find your own path, adventurer. Don't let anyone else decide it for you."

The old satyr chuckles, his expression softening. "Of course, my dear...breakfast sounds wonderful. Why don't you see what we have in that there cupboard? I'm sure I left some food stashed away for emergencies such as this." He gestures toward a large wooden cupboard near the fireplace, its shelves lined with jars and packages of various dried fruits, grains, nuts, and herbs.

As you work, chattering about favorite ingredients and old recipes you've learned over the years, the old satyr can't help but feel a strange sense of peace settle over him. It's been so long since he's had company other than his goats, let alone someone who seemed to genuinely enjoy being around him.

He watches you with a smile, taking in the way your tail sways as you move back and forth between the fire and the cupboard, revealing hints of your lithe figure beneath your tunic and leggings. There's something about you that makes him feel...happy. Perhaps it's because deep down, he knows that despite all her flaws, she still has a bright future ahead of her.

Once breakfast is ready, the two of you sit together at the rough-hewn wooden table and eat in companionable silence. It's not long before you need to leave again, but for now...you can just be human. You can just exist in this moment, enjoying each other's company without any expectations or hidden agendas.

As you stand to gather your things, the old satyr hesitates before speaking up. "You don't have to go," he says softly. "Not yet...not if you don't want to." There's a hint of pleading in his voice that belies the gruff exterior he usually presents to the world.

The old satyr chuckles, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Why, of course I can breed you again, my little doe. I've got all day to rest afterward." He winks at you before returning to his food, grinning broadly. It's clear he enjoys being teased in this way; it reminds him that there's still life left in him yet.

As the morning wears on, he teaches you a few new recipes and listens with interest as you tell him stories of your travels so far. You can feel his gaze occasionally drift southward, lingering on your chest or belly, but he never says anything lewd or crude about it; for now, it seems content to be enough just having someone willing to listen and share a meal with him.

Eventually, though, the morning shadows begin to lengthen once more, signaling that it's time for you both to part ways. The old satyr hesitates before speaking up again. "You really don't have to go...if you want to stay here...be my little bunny girl..." He trails off hopefully, his tail twitching nervously behind him.