Camp

For an hour or so I had chopped down at few trees, my body screaming in mild agony as I pushed myself to get as much as I could now.

In between tree chopping I had picked herbs, berries, and found a few more stones, as well as getting a few sips of that crystal clear water in the center of my clearing.

I had also heard a few howls again, making me slightly afraid.

They were getting closer...

However, I was in the middle of a forest; surely they didn't know I was here!

I could only pray...

Shaking my head again, I set about crafting my first piece of furniture; a workbench.

It was rather crude; just a simple table with a few sharpened stones scattered about, as well as a few twined 'ropes' made from grass.

However, it opened up so many recipes for me...

The most crucial right now was a simple lean-to, which would provide shelter from the elements.

{Lean-To: x10 Wood, x4 Twined Grass Rope, x2 Bushels of Leaves}

Confirming the crafting recipe, I pursed my lips as a thirty second timer appeared, letting me know that it was currently crafting.

During that time I opened up my Survival System, looking towards the stats and skills.

[Astra (Fertile Human Woman; Not Pregnant)

Level: 1 (9/10)

Health Point (HP): 10

Mana Points (MP): 5

Stamina Points (SP): 10

Defense: 2

Attack: 2

{Skills}:

{Crafter I}: Can craft more things, and reduces time needed to craft by (5%)

{Forager I}: Forage more from the earth, increases yield by (10%)

{Fertility}: More likely to get pregnant]

My cheeks reddened again as I read {Fertility}, my hand unconsciously falling to my stomach.

Would...

Would that happen soon..?

Shaking my head, I collected the Lean-To, selecting it in my inventory and smiling when I saw a green outline of a small... well, Lean-To.

Placing it near the center of the clearing, I widened my eyes as it just... appeared, the two long wooden stakes holding up a small wall of tied together logs, creating a right triangular shape.

A small wooden platform was on the bottom, providing a dry place to put some kind of blanket or sleeping bag... when I made them, of course.

Looking back towards the workbench, I noticed that I could 'select' it, and when I did so was able to move it.

Placing it beside my Lean-To, I browsed the recipes again.

{Crude Wooden Wall}

{Crude Wooden Floor}

{Wooden Support}

{Leaf Canopy}

{Basic Wooden Screen}

Interesting...

Finding a recipe for {Fibre}, my eyes widened.

I could turn that into {Cloth} most likely, which would mean..!

Clothes!

Real clothes, not this skimpy leaf outfit that left little to the imagination!

Grinning, I started crafting some {Fibre} from my grass, before moving around the clearing and harvesting as much of the tall grass as I could, making sure to leave enough so it could grow back.

Crafting more and more, I frowned when my stomach growled.

{Rojaberry: Small, red berry that can satisfy a peckish person}

{Nettla Leaf: Thin, bushy green leaf that can be eaten}

Sighing, I summoned the berries and leaf, stacking the little red berries inside the leaf and wrapping it around them, before stuffing it into my mouth.

The berries were slightly tart, while the leaf was bland but watery, creating an interesting flavor.

Not unpleasant though...

Creating another mini berry bundle, I managed to relieve some of my hunger, before wondering just how sustainable that was...

Eventually I would...

I would...

I shivered as I stared at the tree line, imaging all sorts of horrors waiting for me.

After all, the Survival System description mentioned monsters, and I had no idea how to fight, nor any idea how to hunt for that matter...

What would I do?

Biting my nail, I eventually shook my head, returning to my workbench.

Crafting!

I need to craft things so I can get stronger!

Which, as I thought that...

[Level Up (Survival System = SS)

Level 2 (SS), Level 1 (Breeding System = BS)

You have one skill point!]

Opening my interface again, I looked at the skills listed, nodding to myself.

[{Skills}:

{Survivor}: Increases HP by 50%

{Apprentice}: Increases MP by 25%

{Worker}: Increases SP by 50%

{Oak Skin}: Increases Defense by 5

{Fighter}: Increases Attack by 5

{Scavenger I}: Find (10%) more when harvesting corpses

{Crafter II}: (5%) -> (10%)

{Forager II}: (5%) -> (10%)]

Pursing my lips, I read and reread the list, wondering what I should choose.

Increasing {Forager} would be helpful, but a straight increase to my stats would also be useful...

Speaking of, HP and SP increased by 2, while MP increased by 1. As for Attack and Defense, they seemed to be tied to my current gear, but could be increased with a skill...

Rubbing my chin, I decided to go with {Forager II}, since I could get more from the things near me.

Besides, I was close to another level up anyways, with (8/12) Experience.

Finishing the {Fiber} up, I shook my head as I realized I needed to make a fire; sooner rather than later, as the suns were descending rapidly.

Once it was done, I placed the fire a bit away from my Lean-To, and added some more sticks and leaves to its inventory, making sure it would stay lit for hours.

Leveling up again, I selected {Survivor}, bringing my HP from 12 to 18.

Pulling my knees closer towards my large chest, I wondered how I would live here, and if I would-

"No! Stop that, Astra! Come on, happy thoughts... happy thoughts..."

Staring into the crackling flames, I had another memory flit into my mind.

Laying on my back beside a roaring campfire, my legs were in the air, a muscular woman holding them to the side as she slammed her giant cock into my snatch, stirring her creamy seed inside my womb.

As I moaned under her she leaned forwards, one of her hands groping my large breast as she grinned at me, before grunting a moment later.

Something hot flooded my system, and I shivered as I snapped back to reality, panting.

Blinking a few times, I realized my fingers were buried in my cunt, and I had been pumping them into my soft folds.

A small puddle formed under me, evidence that I had just came...

Bringing my hand up towards my face, I stared at the long, slimy ropes that bridged between my fingers with mixed feelings...

I wanted to shove them right back in and churn my needy cunt until I passed out, but I was also scared of what would happen if I gave into the pleasure...