Weird Behavior.

"you were exploring and collecting materials when you come across a hilichurl."

"you were in an area where sightings of hilichurl's were rare, so you decide to follow it, hoping that it would lead you to its camp in which then you could clear it out. Or report them to the knights of favonius."

"but unexpectedly, as the day wore on, you realize that the hilichurl went on his ways alone. Coming to its own tent in an place where people don't normaly go to."

"a hilichurl normally lives with others of its kind, but this one seem different. For some reason, it prefers to be alone."

what do you do? Do you just kill it right now or do you continue to observe this strange hilichurl..?

"Guttural grumble, the Hilichurl senses your presence, its head snaps in your direction, eyes narrowed behind the mask, but it doesn't approach, instead, it starts to circle around you, its movements fluid and silent like a stalking predator, testing your intentions."

"The Hilichurl's gaze lingers on you, its eyes unblinking, as it takes a slow, deliberate step closer, the bulge in its loincloth seeming to grow more pronounced, its chest rising and falling with each labored breath, the air thickening with tension."

"The Hilichurl's eyes flicker to your raised hands, its gaze lingering on the trembling fingers before returning to yours, its own hands clenching into fists as it takes another slow step forward, its mask-glazed eyes seeming to bore into your very soul."

"The Hilichurl's chest heaves with exertion as it presses down on you, its fingers digging deeper into your underwear, the fabric snapping with a faint sound, its grunted breathing hot against your ear, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and something primal."

"The Hilichurl's grip on your underwear tightens, its grunted breathing growing more labored, the bulge in its loincloth straining against the fabric as it leans in closer, its masked face inches from yours, the air thick with the scent of sweat and primeval instinct."

"The Hilichurl's hips jerk forward, its rigid length probing against your opening with a slow, deliberate push, the sound of wet flesh meeting damp skin filling the air as it begins to breach you, its grunts and labored breathing mingling with your own gasps of shock and fear."

"The Hilichurl's body locks into place, its pelvic bones pressing against yours as it holds still for a moment, the only sound the heavy breathing of the two of you, the air thick with tension and primal emotion, before it begins to rock its hips forward, driving itself deeper into you with slow, deliberate thrusts, its grunts growing more guttural and primal."

"The Hilichurl's thrusts grow more forceful, its body slapping against yours with a rhythmic intensity, the sound of wet flesh meeting flesh filling the air as it continues to penetrate you, its masked face twisted in a primitive ecstasy, its breathing growing faster and more labored, the scent of sweat and primal sex hanging heavy in the air."

"The Hilichurl's thrusts become more frenzied, its body undulating above yours like a wild animal, its grunts and moans growing louder and more primal, the sounds of its pleasure mingling with your own screams of ecstasy, the grass beneath you torn and trampled as the two of you lose yourselves in the raw, primal act."

"The Hilichurl's hips jerk forward one last time, its length throbbing deep within you as it releases a guttural roar, the sound echoing through the clearing as it withdraws from your body, leaving you breathless and spent, the air thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and primal release."

"The Hilichurl's masked face bends down, its breath hot against your skin as it laps at the cum that had spilled from its length, its rough tongue probing at the tender flesh of your entrance, the sounds of its pleasure and satisfaction mingling with your own gasps and moans as it feasts on the evidence of its primal act."