You've found your holy task as a paladin. Ask to stay.
From Create Your Own Story
The minotaur looks at you, curious. "Humans don't live among us. It might be hard for you."
You smile. "I've done this much," you tell her. "I want to stand out as a paladin, and no better way to do than than forging a new relationship with the other beings we share the world with."
"Very forward-thinking," the minotaur nods. "I can't guarantee you'll enjoy life here, but I don't think anyone would argue either. Come then, let's get you changed and we can bring this up with the rest of the village."
Five months later.
Living among the hybrid creatures did turn out harder than you thought. Their food is blander and rougher, and some of their customs are still barbaric. In the few months you've been with them, the lead hunter, a female deer-centaur, was raped and dominated by a bull-centaur in a legitimate transfer of power. You learn new magic, however, mainly in the form of shamanistic rituals, but you sometimes wonder if there's any way to refine it into a paladin's training.
On one fertility rite, you witnessed a wolf enchanted with the ability to impregnate one of the female minotuars. The wolf ravaged her body, eventually killing her in the ritual, but not before delivering a litter of five wolf-headed mino-lycan.
But those things are in the back of your memory today. You wake up, your vagina sore from a rough fuck from Hinnus. Though marriage doesn't exist among the creatures, you two share "first mate" privileges. It's mostly enjoyable, save for the fact that you're technically his property by their laws. You're not treated as such, but because he was the one who brought you to his village, you're seen as his prize to flaunt.
You rub yourself a little and squeeze out the cum he had put in you last night. You lick your hand clean and think about the ritual that brought you here in the first place. The physical exhaustion from a ritual like that means you can't ever have children again without magic. You've only done it one other time since you joined. According to Willa, the female minotaur who helped you join the village, doing it more often than that could weaken you, or even kill.
