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The dainty, waifish fox-kin cuntboy—appearing as a young, twinkish human boy save for his long, fluffy, cream-colored tail, and equally oversized foxy ears with teal-colored inner ear tufts—whimpered nonsensically as he bounced on his demonic kitsune husband’s cock.

There wasn’t a single thought within the pretty little fox-kin’s head that wasn’t a reflexive moan or whimpered prayer for more of Demon Lord's cock to stretch his pretty little brood chamber with its weight or seed~

Any trace of the former Hero and prophesied saviour of the world was gone.

Now, the pretty fox-eared wife was nothing more than a brood bitch; a hole meant for incubating the legions of demonic foxes now overrunning the world!

Any thought or memory of his past life had long been sundered by the time the fox-kin had birthed his first litter of monstrous demon fox brutes—let alone the hundreds he’d born since then!

After all, ever since the Demon Lord Amoren—a hulking brute of a five-tailed fox, complete with demonic wings and mighty horns—had taken his new wife and turned him into his vapid little kit mill, the fox had spent every hour of every day breeding his waifish fox-eared toy silly!

And yet, despite his dedication to using the kit mill as a full-time cock sleeve and cum dump, treating the whole ‘world conquest’ aspect of being a Demon Lord as an afterthought, the global subjugation was proceeding even faster than before... all thanks to his dutiful Kit Mill’s womb~

Every time Miraj bore a litter, his cursed equipment’s—an ever so revealing harem silk outfit complete with fancy bondage bangles, collar, and a matrimonial band on his left hand—Set Bonus would ensure his litter would be ready to birth as soon as the depraved kitsune’s knot had slid free from his well-tamed vixen cunt.

Thus it was no surprise when dozens of their monstrous, ruggedly handsome, demonic dire fox sons joined their father in hedonistic indulgences within his court—the boys from their most recent litter who hadn’t wandered off yet.

Minutes after being born, they had matured into towering vulpine studs; a head above even the mightiest knight, and powerful enough to challenge even renowned champions.

With all the enhancements to Rarity and Quantity Amoren had layered upon his breeder-consort’s womb, those powerful demon studs were by far the most common of their thousands-strong offspring.

Most of these masculine sons sported the Demon Prince Class, naturally because of their Demon Lord Father—an S-rank pull, as far as typical demonic progeny were concerned.

There was the occasional SS-rank spawn which slipped out of the fox-kin reduced to a feral breeding hole and birthing factory. In some cruel jest, a few of their sons were born with their isekai’d mother’s original Hero class, now bent towards conquest in their dark father’s name!

Alas, on top of the occasional exceptional result, there was also the occasional litter tainted by bad luck that even all the bonuses Amoren had stacked within the little fox-kin’s womb couldn’t overcome. These C-rank pulls took after their Mother, lithe fox-kins that rapidly grew to their late teens compared to their brother’s mid-twenties appearance, and were typically fell upon by their demonic brothers in short order—broken and turned into Vixens just like their mother to please the other members of their ever expanding demonic family.

Fortunately for whatever hope of survival the forces of Good had against Amoren’s legion of demonic children, they didn’t sport the same item bonuses to bear their sibling’s incestuous children instantly—those would have to wait the full nine months to be born, and decades to grow. But they were still perfect onaholes to satisfy their siblings' insatiable libido~

The B-rank fox-kin kits weren’t much different, save that they were born as cuntboys to begin with—born to be demonic brood chambers, rapidly maturing to perform their assigned role mere minutes after birthing.

Amoren could have contented himself with a harem of little mini-Miraj sons for his lascivious desires...

But, after going through all the effort of defeating, conquering, and breaking the Hero into his dutiful kit mill, he was going to make full use of his farming set up, and keep pounding that little fox-kin’s womb until he finally received the kit he was searching for.

The fox kit that he had been after the entire time, even when he first taught the Hero that he was always meant to be a sleeve for demon cock~

Besides, the Demon Lord was nothing if not patient, and insatiably breeding the defeated Hero for days on end was not a bad grind at all~

The vulpine lord glanced at the corner of his vision, just as his hefty, torso-stretching shaft was finishing up yet another womb-bloating climax within his plaything—watching as the clock ticked past midnight... and activated his first pull of the day’s Rarity bonus once more.

When you were grinding for an SSSR pull, every stacked modifier helped~

“This will be the one~” Amoren snarled with a doting nuzzle against his plaything’s ear. One of his large, clawed hands—easily capable of wrapping around the entirety of the small, five-foot tall vixen-boy’s head—rubbed along a gravid, seed-swollen, and rapidly kit filled, belly—feeling the wet, sloshing weight of cream give way to the solid, squirming, lumpy weight of rapidly gestating fox boys.

It was about the twelfth time the vulpine had snarled those sultry words into Miraj’s ear. Not that the brain-fried fleshlight remembered, answering his Master’s teasing purr with another whimpering mew.

This was probably not going to be any different... But hey, the excitement and anticipation from every litter never got old~

Once again, the monstrous double-footer demon fox dick flopped free from the former Hero’s oh so well-bred and well-tamed pussy, slipping out with only a small shower of escaped spunk—despite the absurd quantity his beach ball sized nuts had pumped into the slender cuntboy until his smooth, claw-scratched belly stretched to his knees...

Immediately thereafter followed by a shower of birthing fluid across the cum-matted mess that was the kitsune’s knot and groin.

The now long-familiar sight of oversized vulpine babes being born, adorned with fledgling wings and tiny stubbed horns, proceeded. The newborn demons fell from the fox-kin’s sex and tumbled to the floor, already half-way grown by the time they reached the floor.

By the time they took their first steps, they were identical to their siblings from the last litter currently filtering out of the court—rugged men with bestial intelligence, growling and lurking in hope that the brothers on the way behind them would be a feeble fox-kin that they could satisfy their demonic lusts upon.

The Demon Lord sighed. This litter was almost finished, and still no sign of what he was after—

Congratulations! You’ve pulled a SSSR Kit Vixen-Saint Kitsune!

Amoren’s ears perked up above his horns when that System Notification appeared in front of his eyes.

Really, on the last kit in the litter!?

The fox’s black lips twisted into a wide smile. His shaft throbbed in excitement, adding another pint-sized spurt of pre-spunk onto the spunk-glazed floor at his feet. His burning sapphire eyes stared down, looking at the belly all but retreated to its earlier size, spasming and clenching to deliver the runt of the litter from his factory of a womb.

Until, at last, the Demon Lord finally laid eyes on what he had long sought as the child fell from its mother’s womb; a teal-and-cream-furred kit, carrying its mother’s fur colors, yet a full-blooded kitsune like his daddy instead of a fox kin!

And, most important of all, a son that had naturally inherited the fertility Stats his mother had to spend long, long days being bred to gain~

Unlike all the boys before it, this one Amoren caught before he landed onto the ground, letting the lad fall upon the comfortable carpet of his father’s tail instead.

Also unlike all the other boys beforehand, the fox’s gaze remained focused upon the lad, watching as he aged years by the second... To the point that the hands which dotted and cared for the equipment adorned, min-maxed kit mill of a broken Hero, shoved him aside like a discarded toy—leaving the vapid brood bitch briefly whimpering from his abandonment...

At least until the dozens of demonic brood studs he had just finished birthing, all looking to the abandoned concubine with gleaming blue eyes, pounced upon the fox-kin like a pack of starving, feral wolves discovering a lone doe~

Shortly thereafter followed by a series of frantic squelches, satisfied grunts, and euphoric moans as the vixen’s sons found every hole they could use—reduced to a pleasure sleeve for his own demonic spawn.

In the fox-kin’s place, the demonic stud plopped his latest son—now as mature as a young adult—onto his lap.

But unlike Miraj, whom Amoren always faced away from his demonic Lord, the kitsune placed his fertile true-born kitsune son facing him—his two giant hands wrapped around his hips to tease the claws against his cheeks.

The minutes-old, yet already ready for breeding, vixen-boy blushed meekly. His heterochromatic eyes, inheriting the distinctive crescent moon-and-star-shaped pupils of his mother, wandered demurely over the demonic stud’s body. His long ears flicked back against his scalp, whilst his tender, unplundered lips glistened with excitement from breathing in the air, so thick with his daddy’s musk that he could practically chew on it.

“Do you know who, or rather, what you are~?” the kitsune lord asked with a bemused grin and an eager growl—although the giant slab of fox cock drumming against the slender vixen’s back already told the kit what he was for~

“I’m, uh...” the fox’s blush deepened until his teal-colored cheeks nearly turned‌ crimson red. “I’m your son and...”

“And?” Amoren teased. It was always a delight seeing what knowledge his rapidly matured boys inherited, at least the rare ones that weren’t mindless, rutting studs.

The lad squirmed in response, hesitating to answer with a sleight huff, while his long, fluffy tail incidentally tapped over the fox’s heavy, virile cum factories.

“I was conceived... to be your wife...” the bashful boy seemed to be equal parts proud and embarrassed about that fact in equal measure.

“Mmm... That’s right... My little Zorra~” the giant demonic fox growled hotly, bequeathing a name to his true wife—bringing with it a new System notification in front of their faces with the Level 1 Saint-Vixen’s updated information.

Amoren’s large hands then picked the waifish fox up, letting his twitching log of vulpine virility slowly sliiiiiiiiiide between the boy’s lithe legs. Until the living battering ram for a cock brushed its tip between the boy’s tender lips, gently spreading them around the spunk-welling point of the cock that had sired him.

“W-wait...! What about... Mom?” the mint green fox meeped, wiggling his waist on the point threatening to claim his virginity with but the slightest twitch of his father’s thighs.

“Oh... He’ll be fine~” Amoren chuckled as the pair glanced down towards the fox-kin

Miraj was on his back, sprawled across one of the large, beefy dire fox sons pounding his back door. Another studly son knelt between his lithe, white-skinned legs to stretch his womb around its monstrous length. Whilst yet another demonic kitsune pounded his face, tapping his heavy, virile balls against the vixen’s chin.

While yet more of Zorra’s littermates lay in wait for their turn, stroking out ropes of fox cream over the orgy’s kernel.

Not a single thought other than breeding and rutting existed between all of them, their mother very much included~

“In fact, I’d even say he’s living his best life right now... A perpetual engine of incestuous birthing and breeding thanks to the gear I’ve given him. That broken kit-mill must be in heaven~” the demonic fox added with a chuckle.

Before the lad could complain or interject further, the vulpine patriarch leaned down and pressed his monstrous lips against the sweet lips of his cuntboy son. Shortly thereafter followed by his large tongue forcing itself past the lithe fox anthro’s lips, stretching his narrow, virgin throat over his tongue—rewarded with a sweet, whimpering gag from his precious boy in answer.

Amoren hardly needed to use such force, of course. Save for overcoming the tightness of Zorra’s unplundered throat, the lad—both body and mind—was bred for this.

The small, eager vixenboy’s maw opened on its own. The Demon Lord’s offspring dutifully suckled and slurped over the throat-stuffing muscle with a euphoric shudder through his small body, and an eye-rolling whimper on his face. Even his nether lips convulsed with euphoric shivers, flexing with both trepidation and excitement upon his father’s cock, showering the log of monstrous demonic fox meat with the estrus of its spawn’s musk-stoked heat.

Only as Zorra’s strange inherited pupils bordered on the verge of his upper eyelid did the overpowering Demon Lord’s grip finally pull his precious son and intended wife down onto his cock with a loud, wet, squelch~

The teal-furred boy’s throat buzzed with the force of his gagged moan, the cry falling silent as the vibrations found only his father’s tongue instead of the air they needed to make sound!

The saintess of a son’s tail hiked itself high. His dangling feet writhed and brushed along his father’s broad abdomen, trying to find any sort of purchase he could while the very cock that had sired him stretched his sleeve of a body wide!

In very little time at all, the minutes-old yet fully grown wife fox found his virgin cunt clenching around the log of demonic dick. His teal-colored lips quivered as his pelvis contorted in impossible ways to fit a prick almost as wide as his hips. His previously flush abdomen was now wrapped around the tapered start of his father’s cock—the bulge so overt that the steepled-shape was reflected within the tight, fuzzy fit of the Demon Lord’s wife-sleeve.

A ‘small’ grind of the giant, winged and horned fox’s hips later, and the kitsune’s new wife was swept even further into hedonistic depravity with two more ‘kisses’.

One, the spunk dripping point grinding against the end of the teal fox’s absurdly stuffed cunt-tunnel, sloppily pressing, smooching, and smothering itself against the cuntboy’s quivering cervix with every idle roll of his father’s hips.

The other, the first of the demonic ridges lining the underside of the fox’s prick teasing against the fertile toy’s lips, threatening his utterly stuffed-pink entrance to stretch around the additional, spunk-collecting bump of girth.

After a few, ‘teasing’ grinds to smother his brat with affection, ensuring both passages within the fertile lad’s sex were absolutely soaked, the dire demonic fox finally pried his tongue from the lad’s maw—letting Zorra’s sweet, desperate, crooning moans greet the ears of his depraved demonic family.

“Mmm... Daddy’s gonna wear your womb like a sleeve, kiddo~” Amoren snarled hotly against one of his boy’s floppy ears, causing the thick strings of spit bridging his tongue to the lad’s to wave with his heated breath.

The kitsune’s oversized, claw-adorned grip tightened its hold upon the sweet lad’s hips, making clear the fox’s threat was all but a promise~

“O-okay, Daddy~” the blushing, whimpering vixen-boy huffed, leaning forward to brace himself against his demonic patriarch with his small hands.

Despite his demure, hesitant words and blush, the teal-furred fox’s tail betrayed his excitement with a frantic sweep behind his shoulders, nearly mirroring that of his lascivious father’s set of five.

The young-lad’s fingers raked their dull claws against the powerful pectorals hiding beneath the Demon Lord’s thick pelt. His heterochromatic eyes, meanwhile, glanced back over his lithe behind to spot most of his father’s girth, as well as the beach ball-sized nuts responsible for siring both himself and his thousands-strong legion of brothers.

“There’s my boy~” the Demon Lord fox snarled, licking the lad’s chin in support...

Before, with an anxious rumble of delight, his unyielding grip slammed the vixen-boy down with all the ease of a toy made to take that giant trunk of throbbing vulpine cock, no matter how impossible the fit seemed to be at a glance~

Zorra’s whimpers of delight broke halfway through a moan when the battering ram of fox dick rammed through his cervix and stretched his untouched womb over its sirer’s cock—knocking whatever air was in his lungs out as the chamber was stretched across the length of his torso.

The only thing that stopped his abdomen—now wrapped so tightly around the demonic fox’s prick that its vulpine shape was clear in the bulge's shape within his white and teal-colored fur—was the fat trio of glands of the fox’s knot now grinding against his tender love box, throbbing at such a hefty girth that the waifish fox’s rear could sit upon it.

The main tower of dick, meanwhile, twitched, sputtered, and visibly throbbed within his belly. Each quaking convulsion through his core ended in a cup-sized rivulet of precum erupting forth to splatter against the back end of his womb, slowly bloating the bulge made within his belly with the weight of pre-cream collecting in the absurdly stuffed chamber—as well as ensuring a healthy trickle of dad spunk escaped from the utterly stuffed sex to flow down over the fox’s knot and hips.

“Mmm... There’s a good boy~ No need to grind up your holes to take Daddy’s cock like your mother~ We can get right to the fun... Although, there’s no need to rush~” the fox teased with a chuckle.

He gave his son a second to recover from the nerve-wracking shock of his dick’s sudden entrance before resuming the fun with a leisurely bounce of his hips~

“Ah~! Hah... Daaaddy~” Zorra whimpered, his slender fingers clenched so tightly to the fox’s chest that the digits went white.

Every lad-bouncing thrust of Amoren’s hips sent his son hurtling nearly a foot upwards. Before the backwards roll of the dire fox’s hips wrenched his hole-grasping ridges from Zorra’s cervix and cunt-lips—making both passages spasm and shudder with euphoric delight, and the court to ring out with a sequence of spunk-belching splats as the bumps scooped spunk straight out of the boy’s sex.

Only for gravity to take over less than a second later, showing off just how perfect his sex was to take the cock that made him as gravity alone devoured all those impaling inches of dick that had escaped—making his tail, hands, and feet clench and flutter with every ridge’s return into their respective holes.

All the while, Zorra struggled to keep the ruggedly handsome, cockily grinning mug of his patriarch in sight despite the boy bouncing sway of the giant fox’s hips.

“You’re making my heat worse~!” the teal-furred fox whined, barely keeping his eyes from getting lost in the back of his head.

Amoren couldn’t help but smirk at the lad’s complaint, and sure enough, a glance at his son’s stats confirmed it~

Beneath the Level 1 Status and HP bars above the young lad’s head—following along as he rolled up and down on his cock—Status icons appeared.

By now, his shaft’s ovary-raking, womb-stuffing rut had already inflicted a half-dozen stacks of Heat upon his lad. Each one increased his new wife’s fertility Stats with every one he gained thanks to a combination of his father’s cock, the addictive precum lathering the lad’s entire reproductive tract, and the overpowering stench of fox dad musk thick in the air.

That wasn’t the only status icon that was stacking on the twink fox’s Status Bar, however...

Tarrying just behind his heat stacks, but growing with every womb-stuffing bounce on his father’s lap, was an Ovulation counter—stacking higher with every pound into the boy’s depths, stretching his womb wide enough to have each pound brush over and shake his ovaries loose of a few more fertile eggs~

“Please~” Zorra begged, interrupting the fox’s smirking glance over his ever worsening, ever more lurid, state.

“I need it~” the young-adult fox added with a huff, doing his best to squirm down with his small body to wedge his cunt further over his father’s giant knot—only to get smacked skyward again with the next rolling thrust by the very glands he sought to take.

“You need what~?” Amoren inquired with a teasing snicker—already knowing the answer as he bucked again to add another tick to both prodigy-spawning counts.

“I need your boys in me~” the teal fox whined, shifting his swaying weight to hold on to his Dad’s chest with one hand, whilst the other drifted down his stretched and distended abdomen—the stretched impression growing and shrinking in size with how much dad dick was in his womb.

“Please~? You sired me to breed...! My womb isn’t complete unless my Daddy’s kits are growing in there~ I’m not complete!” Zorra whined, showing how utterly made for this role he was with his desperate pleas.

“That so~? Well... We’ll definitely have to fix that, won’t we~?” Amoren growled, but still seemed to be in no hurry to satisfy his lad’s longing...

Especially as his waist-spanning grip upon the short twink fox’s hips suddenly plucked his boy up and dragged every single, last ridge from the lad’s womb and cunt—much to the lad’s whimpered gasps, coinciding with every wet, spunk-sputtering plop made in their wake.

Only to be followed by the teal fox finding his entire world a blur as his demonic father stood up and turned around, simultaneously dropping the youth onto the very throne the fox had casually bred both mother and son upon~

Except only Zorra, as the Demon Lord’s true wife, got to make contact with the throne proper.

Not fully, however... Just the vixen-boy’s chest and arms laid upon it—effectively pinning the lad to the seat only one of his sons would be fit to rule after their Daddy—whilst the demon fox’s overpowering grip held him by his tail and thigh to keep his quivering, precum, and estrus dripping lips lined up with his sire’s cock tip.

He couldn’t even speak a word of complaint before the demonic vulpine’s hips slammed forward, sending the lad lurching over the Demon Lord’s throne as his father’s torso-spanning dire dick stuffed his womb once more!

“Yiiiip~!” the teal twink barked, his feeble grip tightening against the throne’s giant armrests in a desperate attempt to brace against the knot clapping against his dripping pussy with each of his Daddy’s pounding thrusts.

But despite his best efforts, his little body rolled forward due to the dire kitsune’s overpowering strength; all but making the twink fox’s strange pupils transform into hearts as he moaned in hedonistic bliss against the seat.

Not only did the sudden shift in position shove his nose against the cushions reeking of his father’s mind-numbing, nostril-searing musk—the result of all the seed that had spilled from his mother’s cunt over the last few days—but it also allowed the ridged underside of the fox’s dick had more to play with~ Those wall-scraping, pleasure-spot clutching contours pressed against the cunt-fox’s clitoris, before grinding in with each throne-shaking, womb-pillaging slam to rake right across his g-spot~

A few thrusts thereafter, Amoren would take care of his boy’s sliding issue by plopping one of his giant hands over his boy’s head—wrapping his clawed digits around Zorra’s scalp and cheeks to grasp him by the jaw.

Now, every thrust forward made his son’s body rock in place rather than slide along the seat, his lithe sleeve-turned-frame scrunching up towards his head and shoulders pinned in place by the Demon Lord’s omnipotent strength despite being lifted in the air. A choice taken so that the vulpine father could hear every whimper and moan escaping from the twink fox’s tender maw, rather than let those delightful notes be muffled against the seat.

“Ah, ah... Daddy~!” Zorra begged wiith a groan, struggling to get his words out from the erroneous, inner-wall-raking thrusts into his lithe body and milking depths.

“Don’t Daddy me, boy~ If you want my seed, you’re gonna have to take my knot~” Amoren grunted as his pace quickened, wetly clapping his knot glands against the entrance to his sex stretching ever wider with every lurid crash.

With every extra bit the vixen-boy’s wet, dripping folds wrapped over the fox’s anchor, his womb was stretched farther over the main trunk; making the lad’s whimpers grow deeper as yet more nerves were wrapped around and twisted into pleasure points for the conquest of his body.

“Oh... okay!” Zorra huffed in acceptance. But despite his words, there was precious little he could really do to hasten his father’s pace.

His sex was already perfectly stretchy, primed and bred for taking the giant vulpine’s tri-lobed knot! The only thing he could do was struggle to anchor himself as best he could—bracing his thin, feeble legs against the throne’s base, whilst his hands pushed against the back of the giant seat in tandem to his patriarch’s thrusts!

Fortunately, his father appeared almost as impatient as he was.

Zorra didn’t have to wait long as each pounding press dug more and more of the giant, tri-lobed knot into his tender box, dimpling his glistening, teal-colored lips inwards with the wedging glands—threatening to plop in at any moment~

Before, at last, with one powerful slam paired with a loud, cacophonous squelch, his daddy’s knot finally sunk in~ The giant, throbbing glands barged right past his wet pussy with a plop, wrapping his taut love canal into a faux-knot pocket around its immense, pelvis-deforming girth! The sheer size of the knot alone left it all but grinding against the shaft-stuffed gate to his womb, leaving the main trunk to be milked by the spasming, orgasm-writhing chamber!

Zorra cooed with a euphoric, life-satisfying moan as he was finally turned into a sleeve for every last inch of his father’s hero-defiling shaft!aw

Especially as every throb racing through Amoren’s shaft made the ridges swell. The bumps grasped and clenched against the walls of his cunt, lightly pinching his g-spot with each pulse racing through the length~

The vixen-boy’s legs spasmed, twitching with the orgasmic bliss bouncing through his core. His tail and ears flicked erratically as his body forgot how to function, leaving only the walls of his sex and womb reflexively convulsing over the shaft to pleasure it past its peak.

Except... there didn’t seem to be any sign his demonic sire’s peak was arriving!

With his rump ground against the giant, lumbering fox’s crotch, and his legs draped on either side of the dire kitsune’s massive nuts, the teal fox could feel their excitement, poised on the verge of release... But not the distinctive twitches of a productive pumping tool.

Zorra whined, looking back to his father with a confused, needy glance—his head framed by the dozens of stacks of Heat and Ovulation beneath his hovering nameplate.

“I didn’t say you’d be taking it just once~” his father chuckled before his hands shifted their position yet again.

The fertile vixen-lad attempted to protest once more, only to let another euphoric yip scream forth from his tender lips as his father’s grip twisted him around his tied cock and knot with one overpowering hold upon his leg!

Zorra’s vision wavered as the world once more turned into a blur. His cunt screamed as the fox’s ridges raked sideways along his walls, and that knot with its tri-lobed contortions played havoc with all the sensitive spots in his vagina-turned-knot sleeve.

When he recovered, the feal-furred fox found himself looking up at his snarling father drooling with lust. His lithe legs were held like the levers of a toy, keeping his stuffed cunt freely accessible, whilst his shoulders were braced against the back of the giant throne fit for a Demon Lord.

“This is the best position for siring my true heirs, after all~” Amoren rumbled before his hips plucked back... and, with his hands upon Zorra’s legs to hold the teal fox in place, plopped his fat, juicy knot free—to euphoric consequences for the poor vulpine twink as the knot-lobe along the top of the fox’s anchor took the place of his ridges, squeezing and hammering against the vixen’s clitoris and g-spot with each imminent thrust and yank~

“Daddy~” the Demon Lord’s true wife moaned when his father’s hips inevitably slammed back forward, making his ears shudder from the force as the giant vulpine re-buried his knot into the lad’s desperate spunk and estrus gushing hole~

The waifish fox’s opinion of their new, mating-pressed position only got better when, after a dozen knot-quenching, ovulation inducing thrusts later, his father leaned down and forced his big, broad tongue back into his moaning maw and whimpering throat again—knocking Zorra’s eyes back into the depths of his skull as his small chest struggled to breathe past the gullet-stuffing girth of his daddy’s tongue~

That he couldn’t breathe hardly mattered to the teal-furred twink as his small tongue desperately danced with its overbearing, incestuous partner, and even then only because his nostrils couldn’t indulge in the rich, pheromone-infused scent thickening the surrounding air.

What did matter was the desperate, aching emptiness of his fertility, persisting even as every last inch of his womb was stuffed by that gut-bulging demon dick, or bloated by the fox’s simmering precum.

His ovaries screamed in demand for the rich ambrosia boiling just beneath him, brewed within the fat, virile cannonballs smacking against his tender derriere with every knot-plopping thrust!

Yet, with his maw pressed flush against his daddy’s giant, fanged maw, and his throat bulging with his father’s writhing, squirming tongue, the lad could only express his burning need with whimpering vibrations upon the muscle he so desperately suckled upon, the hints of a needy stare he could slip in before his father’s thrusts knocked his gaze back into his skull, and of course, the sheer warmth and wetness of the hole his dad’s knot busy grinding in and out of his tight pussy~

Until, at last, with his spindly arms wrapped around as much of his father’s giant back as he could reach, and his dad’s wings draped over the pair of them—twitching with every shiver racing through the fox’s own loins—he finally felt the dire fox’s heat-quenching release silence his screaming fertility~

It only took over a hundred stacks of Heat and Ovulation to do so.

Zorra’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. All sense of grounding he had over his body and psyche unspooled as the kitsune’s tri-lobed knot sunk in for the final time~ The giant cum tanks between the fox’s thighs lurched with the force of their clenches, tapping against the fox twink’s rump and the side of the throne, followed by the torso-stuffing bulge throbbing like a raging earthquake!

Right before a gallons-heavy deluge of fox cum erupted from the demonic dick’s crown lodged against the back wall of Zorra’s womb, bloating his belly with a comically fast spurt that made the lad’s abdomen slap against the demonic patriarch’s muscled wall of a midsection!

Zorra’s fingers clenched tighter, and his sweet, devoted nursing upon his father’s tongue deepened, as he felt the virile salve finally smother his need~ His body shuddered, as System notification after System notification announced his father’s numerous impregnation successes with each clench of the fox’s balls~

His legs shuddered, quivering with the force of his latest, and most intense, breeding-fueled climax exploding through his slender body—pinned in place so there was no escape for the twink than being bred like a proper wife for his daddy’s cock!

Soon enough, any hint of the fox’s cock within his bulged belly was obscured save for the tapered tip stretching out from the far end of his gravid dome, hidden beneath the sheer weight of seed mostly trapped within his belly... If one ignored the torrential, cascading torrent of overflowing fox cum pouring out from around the dire fox’s knot, tumbling down the kitsune’s fat balls in a veritable waterfall of virility which baptized the fox’s throne, and the nearby rut-pile that ensnared the Demon Lord’s discarded consort~

Brand of the Demon Lord’s True Consort Acquired!

A notification interrupted Zorra’s listless, lust-dazed and tongue-gagged whimpers and the unceasing torrent of impregnation announcements, informing him that the same fox-head, five-tailed brand that adorned his mother’s belly now graced his own...

Well, nearly the same. As the True Consort’s brand its potency, and thus its claim upon his fertility, was even stronger~

A fact that Zorra found pride in... if not as much as he did for his swollen belly filled with a legion of nascent, demonic princes~ Especially when one of his father’s strong, giant hands released his limp leg so that it could devotedly stroke and rub along the spunk-swollen, kit-flooded dome.

Shortly thereafter followed by the rugged fox’s lips pulling back, allowing Zorra to whine at last as he looked up at his old man, whilst the giant, teal-and-cream-furred marked dome dominated the lower parts of his vision.

Not that the twink fox could say anything, his eyes glazed and throat quivering only with needy and satisfied whimpers until the cascading waves of euphoria settled.

But, unlike his mother, they would settle... and his psyche would eventually resurface from this temporary, ahego-inducing fog of depravity.

After all, unlike Miraj, he was literally made and bred to handle these sorts of reality-defying breedings~!

“Mmm... I didn't think I could love my precious boy more than I already did, but seeing my giant litter in your belly might have done just that~” Amoren growled hotly, licking his lips clear of their bridged spit while staring down at his lad.

Zorra whined, using his free leg to weakly kick against his dad’s side in answer... As well as roll his hips up as best he could while wedged on the giant demonic fox cock to press his belly into his father’s doting, womb-rubbing pets along the belly filled with his budding younger brothers.

“At least until you make our litter grow to term...” the vixen boy answered with a regretful whine.

He had gotten quite attached to the weight in his womb—it was just cream at the moment, but the appetizer to how it would feel when ‌their children were kicking and squirming in there made him shiver with anticipation.

“Mmm... There’s no need to rush here, kiddo~ Your mom’s equipment set was just to help grind you out of that broken Hero’s cunt~” the demonic fox smirked, throwing in a tender, doting smooch to the well-bred boy’s forehead. “This womb... This womb is all about quality, not quantity~”

With that, the fox’s hand, not busy rubbing the teal fox’s bloated belly, snapped his fingers, and another pair of items appeared on the naked, utterly cum-inflated lad’s body; a fancy, decorative collar upon the teal twink’s neck, and a wedding ring all of his own...

Band of the Demon Lord’s True Consort Acquired!

Collar of the Demon Lord’s True Consort Acquired!

Set Bonus (3/3) activated: 100% increase Stat growth of children!

“Now then...” Amoren purred, nuzzling Zorra’s ear. “Shall we start figuring out names for all our little scions~?”

Zorra gulped, glancing at the three-digit pregnancy count underneath his status bar where the ovulation counter had been... at least they had a full nine months to come up with a name for all of them!