More Old Man Text Changes

Original Text:
Amily materializes out of the ruins somewhat slower than usual. You can see that your efforts together have taken; an undeniable bulge pokes out of her midriff, pushing up her tattered shirt slightly and seriously straining her belt. She idly rubs it with one hand, as if confirming its presence to herself.

“Thank you, thank you! I couldn’t have done this without you!” She exclaims. “You’ve done a wonderful, noble thing, and I’m glad I found you to be their father. So, not that it isn’t great to see you again, but why did you come to visit?”

Old Man Text:
Amily materializes out of the ruins somewhat slower than usual. You can see that your efforts together have taken; an undeniable bulge pokes out of her midriff, pushing up her tattered shirt slightly and seriously straining her belt. You're impressed, honestly. As young and spry as she is, your old loins likely have very few functional swimmers left and you thought it would take much longer to get her to such a state. She idly rubs it with one hand, as if confirming its presence to herself.

“Thank you, thank you! I couldn’t have done this without you!” She exclaims. “You've done a wonderful, noble thing, and I’m glad I found you to be their father, even if you're...”

Older than she expected? You cut her off as she giggles, a cute blush appearing on her cheeks.

“So, not that it isn’t great to see you again, but why did you come to visit?”

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Original Text from sleep scene:
Your task completed, you return through the portal to your home. Exhausted but happy, the sight of your village fills you with a surge of emotions. Most prominently, and perhaps most enjoyably: pride. You did it.

You drink and celebrate with your people long into the night, feasting and receiving accolades and praise. It is a party the likes of which you have never seen, and rightfully so. Never again will your village be threatened by the demons. Late in the evening, you arrive at the home of your childhood and greet your mother.

“Welcome back,” she smiles.

“Thank you, Mom,” you respond, wrapping your arms around her and kissing her deeply. Your hands take hold of her rear, gripping-

Shocked awake, you blink as the light of your dying fire flickers dimly across the campsite. That was...

This place is getting to you.

Old Man Text:
Your task completed, you return through the portal to your home. Exhausted but happy, the sight of your village fills you with a surge of emotions. Most prominently, and perhaps most enjoyably: pride. You did it.

You drink and celebrate with your people long into the night, feasting and receiving accolades and praise. It is a party the likes of which you have never seen, and rightfully so. Never again will your children be threatened by the demons. Late in the evening, you arrive at the home of your youth and greet your daughter.

“Welcome back,” she smiles.

“Thank you, Daughter,” you respond, wrapping your arms around her and kissing her deeply. Your hands take hold of her rear, gripping-

Shocked awake, you blink as the light of your dying fire flickers dimly across the campsite. That was...

This place is getting to you.

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When dealing with the Sphinx:
“Hmm, here’s an old one, but a good one, I think. One of my favorites, but stop me if you know the answer already: 'I walk on four legs in the morning, two in the afternoon, and three in the evening. What am I?'”

Old Man Text:
“Hmm, here’s an old one, but a good one, I think. One of my favorites, but stop me if you know the answer already: 'I walk on four legs in the morning, two in the afternoon, and three in the evening. What am I?'”

Now hold on just a moment! You backhand the leonine girl in a fit of rage, clearly knowing the answer. Do you look like you're using a cane!? +IF using a cane/staff: Ok, maybe you are since it helps you get around easier, but that's besides the point.+ Why do these damned Sphinx think every old man has to carry a cane around!? You shout at the Sphinx in anger and proceed to lecture her as she looks at you in surprise, having not expected that reaction.

“I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to insult you! P-Please forgive this transgression and j-just answer the riddle!”

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Original text when you choose to fuck her:
Grinning lustily at the pretty leonine girl, you tell her it’s time to have some fun. With an easy grace, she slips the sky blue shift from her shoulders, exposing her pert, palmable breasts. “Well, you did win my game, after all... I’m yours to do with as you wish, my brilliant handsome friend.”

Old Man Text:
Grinning lustily at the pretty leonine girl, you tell her it’s time to have some fun. With an easy grace, she slips the sky blue shift from her shoulders, exposing her pert, palmable breasts. “Well, you did win my game, after all, even if you slapped me... I’m yours to do with as you wish, you lecherous old man.”

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When choosing to rape a Sand Witch:
With a charming, disarming smile, you reach between her legs and touch against the slick lips of her pussies. She has two of them! The sand witch appears frightened, but as you gently tease her lips with your fingers, she slowly starts to breathe faster, starting to moan as her legs spread themselves against her better judgment. Grinning in satisfaction, you bring your rigid eager prick against her lips, and push slowly, gently. The sand witch cries out, her hands grabbing your arms, pressing hard against your skin as you slowly and teasingly ease your rock-hard ordinary-looking shaft into her tight depths. You almost feel like a virgin, your dong throbbing, the need to cum almost beyond your ability to control. You rest against her chest, her large breasts squirting milk against your own chest as your weight appears to excite her enough to make her lactate, if what you’re doing already wasn’t enough. You kiss the sand witch, getting accustomed to her unbelievable tightness. You hump backwards and forwards, grinning like a fool with his first girlfriend. Not even a succubus would be able to rival her lush depths. You finally get serious and ease yourself into fucking the sand witch, slowly gaining speed and depth as your groins slap together with such ferocity that a normal person would be bruised upon their next waking. You pound the sand witch, making her scream in ecstasy, her already tight depths turning vice-like as you grunt your lust, cumming and filling her depths. Your balls ache and your pecker throbs with need, even as you empty your lust into the defeated sand witch.

With a satisfied smirk, you lay atop your prize, your prick still twitching within her depths. One of the sand witch’s hands rubs at your head, teasing your skin. Like a fresh youth, you fall asleep, ordinary-looking prick buried deep in the sand witch. With a start you wake up, only to find the sand witch still passed out beside you. Almost thinking it was a dream, you touch your groin tenderly and rub softly. There’s a faint trace of soreness, and you remember the ferocity with which you mashed your pelvises together. You get up and get ready.

Old Man Text:
With a charming, disarming smile, you reach between her legs and touch against the slick lips of her pussies. She has two of them! The sand witch appears frightened, but as you gently tease her lips with your fingers, she slowly starts to breathe faster, starting to moan as her legs spread themselves against her better judgment. Grinning in satisfaction, you bring your old tool against her lips, and push slowly, gently. The sand witch cries out, her hands grabbing your arms, pressing hard against your age-spotted skin as you slowly and teasingly ease your rock-hard ordinary-looking shaft into her tight depths. Ah, to be 20 again. You almost feel young and spry like you're in the stables after a girl's parents have left as a youth, your dong throbbing, the need to cum almost beyond your ability to control. You rest against her chest, her large breasts squirting milk against your own chest as your weight appears to excite her enough to make her lactate, if what you’re doing already wasn’t enough. You kiss the sand witch, getting accustomed to her unbelievable tightness. You hump backwards and forwards, grinning like a fool who just got married. Not even a succubus would be able to rival her lush depths. You finally get serious and ease yourself into fucking the sand witch, slowly gaining speed and depth as your groins slap together with such ferocity that a normal person would be bruised upon their next waking. You pound the sand witch, making her scream in ecstasy, her already tight depths turning vice-like as you grunt your lust, cumming and filling her depths. Your balls ache and your pecker throbs with need, even as you empty your lust into the defeated sand witch.

With a satisfied smirk, you lay atop your prize, more to catch your breath and not have a heart attack. Your prick is still twitching within her depths. One of the sand witch’s hands rubs at your head, teasing your aged skin as she sighs from the sort of satisfaction that only an old fart could provide her. Exhausted from the fucking, you fall asleep, ordinary-looking prick buried deep in the sand witch. With a start you wake up, only to find the sand witch still passed out beside you. Almost thinking it was a dream, you touch your groin tenderly and rub softly. There’s a faint trace of soreness, and you remember the ferocity with which you mashed your pelvises together. You get up and get ready, a smug smirk on your face as you remember the old days, the fulfilling life you lead back in Ignam. You're glad this girl could make you feel so young again, though you can't help but feel a little empty now, regretful of the mistakes you made. Well, that's youth you suppose.