After a few hours, I arrive at my locale, stepping off the airship, all I can see for miles is sand and dust.
Oddly enough, everything is quiet as well, with nothing but the sound of wind blowing through the dunes.
This is all a bit concerning, normally the desert should be teeming with life around this time, it's almost as if something has scared everything away.
The only time something like this happens is during mating seasons, where Diablos turn black and rampage around, destroying everything in hormone induced rage.
The guild didn't send me off to fight a Black Diablos right? I'm much too inexperienced, and if she's already chased off most of her mates, she's likely even bigger than I can imagine.
The safe bet here would be to just head to back as there's obviously been some mistake or something.
These wyverns are known to be extremely aggressive to potential partners, they want the best after all. The worst part is, they've been known to go after humans if desperate enough, and with the locale devoid of life, a hunter would be a prime target for a horny monster...
While pondering all of this, I can feel an intense heat radiating from somewhere nearby, looking towards the source, I notice a massive beast slowly emerging out of the sands.
A large roar and a blast of sand knocks me off my heat as my target erupts from the sand, Black Diablos!
Raising myself to my feet, I can feel my heart pound as the black wyvern glares down at me, her massive frame towering over me.
As she slowly approaches me, I feel that I have one choice: satiate her, or die. I'm not prepared to fight her, how am I going to prove myself to a two tonne monster?
My only option here is to tire her out, and the easiest way would be to take off my armour so I can move around as nimbly as possible.
Dodging behind a rock I wait for her to strike, but after a couple of seconds I peak out behind the rock, only to see her watching my every move, as if mesmerized by something.
Noticing my movements, she starts slowly walking towards me, almost seductively, her nostrils flaring up as she takes in my scent.
Frozen in place, mostly from fear, but regrettably partially from arousal as well, I can't help but wonder what she's thinking about as she approaches me.
Finally reaching me, she gives another roar as she grabs me by the neck, lifting me into the air before slamming me into the sand with incredible force.
Looking up, I stare into her lust filled eyes as she licks her maw, her drool spilling onto my chest as she towers over me, her winged arms outstretched.
She lowers her massive body mere inches above me, close enough that I can smell her intoxicating heat.
I'm helplessly aroused as I try to breath, terrified of being crushed by her weight, yet fascinated by her beauty.
Her crimson eyes bore into mine, and I'm overcome with desire as I notice some sort of thick liquid dripping from her cloaca.
Deciding that now is the opportune moment, I slide my underwear off and place a hand on one of her horns,