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Sam's eyes drifted on the trees surrounding the path they were taking. He had grown used to scouring the forests, whether to hunt monsters or bandits… At least in his past life. But that one was strange. Wherever he looked, he could swear there was something there one second before. He felt the sting of thousands of glares stabbing his neck. Moreover, the air itself had an air, a perfume that tingled his nose… Though it could have been Huritt's perfume.

But Sam knew, was aware, he was not alone.

It was more of a hunch as he kept glancing at the trees, trying to find any sense in the bark's twisting shapes. If he squinted enough, he'd-

A calloused hand smacked his shoulder.

“How's the bra treating you?"

Sam froze and looked at that hand, then that black and white fur up to Minotaur's shit-eating grin.

“Harness. It's good. Where did you get that shit?" asked Sam, frowning and going as a reflex to his harness. It saved Sam from burning back-pains, even after walking for hours. It looked like a crude harness with furs used as padding to bolster and help Sam's four breasts, separately. But the way it hooked underneath each tits to bolster them… No, it was no surprise Huritt would call it a bra if it messed with Sam's mood.

“Had it made special, just for you. I know you like it. So much, between you and I, there is [I]one [/I]way of showing gratitude," said Huritt, his brows waving up and down like a lubricious rogue.

“Haha… Yeah, keep walking, Cow," answered Sam in kind, rolling his eyes.

Before, Sam would be irate: Huritt had a way with words and was dedicated to get under Sam's skin. Whether by nudging at the Human, mocking his poor choice of class, or his “talent" in being bred; it was all a play to get a rise out of Sam. But no longer.

Not as Sam had made peace with his situation in many manners but the foremost was it was all temporary: with enough levels, he could get out of this prickly situation with his balls out and tits away.

None would be the wiser, and he would have some levels under his arms, same as the knowledge of how Hero classes work.

But, it was not the only way Sam made his peace: he had not picked the Hero of Fertility class by his own volition. He made an error, honest mistake; he might be stuffed to hell and back with monsters, it was not his choice at first and wouldn't be. There was no premeditation so, no foul.

And well… The latter was a sort of an idea he was starting to build.

Whenever he was getting hit by the heat, everything was different, everything was… sexier and more exciting. It was like a switch, a flicking fire appearing.

He did not choose for him to act like that, so it was simply a different Sam.

A more lusty, perverted, and maybe fucked in the head Sam. But a different him, he could make peace with this. Sometimes, that version would get out and let him have a feel of those dirty ideas; but he, Sam, was plainly aware it was not what he desired.

He even started to call that version Fertility-Sam. Or Ferti.

Once those points finally worked out, Sam stopped reacting to Huritt's perverse remarks. There was no purpose in being miserable in his situation. It would pass, hence he could appreciate the moment.

He could appreciate the breeding… And in a way, Ferti was damn right, it felt damn good to have his prostate fucked that way. Telling it to Huritt would unleash a barrage of jokes and remarks, so it was a no-go. But looking forward to get fucked? Aye, he could do that.

Likewise to the nursing, to the raising, and sometimes handling kids. It was a whole lot different in pleasure. He had no dirty minds, but maybe he could have been a good father? Even with the Lycan's cubs, he had good interactions with them. He knew how to get them to behave.

More than that, Sam was proud of the Gryphons and Drakes chicks preferring him. Whenever they needed to be mouthfed with meat frosting, a mix of meat and milk, they only accepted it if it came from Sam.

Sam was almost saddened he had to leave the chicks behind. It was for a reason, their Fathers would be teaching them to hunt. But rubbing their presences against Huritt's face…

Oh, the big Minotaur would be frowning and huffing, saying something like “It doesn't count."

Huritt, too, could be a cunt and bastard. In many ways, Sam and he were so alike. Even now, as Sam observed Huritt's hulking body, watching those powerful muscles roll beneath the fur and skin, Sam could get why Ferti found Huritt so attractive. Yet, he was a dick.

Most of the time. Not always, he had his good sides. Admittedly, he had been a little nicer of late. Huritt gifted him the harness to help with the back pain. But whenever Sam tried to act nice back, to show a hint of gratitude, Huritt was eager to smack him back with his obnoxious self.

“If you like it, I could get something more… Adequate. Something silk. Something lacy. I could even get you pretty pink panties to match, or garters… Or a maybe a thong. Your future husbands would love a show of that lovely juicy ass."

That was the kind of teasing Huritt would do when helping Sam put his harness back. And as of late, the whole dynamic had changed from calling Sam stupid to tease him on his sexiness. No, he encouraged Sam to be more sexy and slutty.

And his constant remarks about Sam's bountiful ass and generous breasts were something Ferti relished to hear… It was better than being insulted. But getting a boner from being called a good girl, or something like that-

“We're almost there," said Huritt, looking up for a second before a cyan screen appeared under his hand.

“What it'll be this time? A bit Cat? Another Big lizard? A Unicorn?" asked Sam, approaching and watching Huritt pressing on the button “Change Class". For once, the Minotaur was not hiding his screen and he did so with that same shit-eating grin.

“No. A dryad," said Huritt, pre-selecting one of his many class options: “Hero of Nature".

“Ahh… It's so good to be able to switch Classes whenever you want, with no cost or penalty whatsoever. I don't know why the system doesn't allow you to do from the start instead of making you earn soooo muuuuuch experience first."

Oh, he was acting like a dick.

Sam scowled, watching Huritt circle the button “Change Class". He even wiggled his finger right above it before pressing it. Oh, now, that was personal. Maybe Huritt would fancy himself as a nice pair of boots. Or looking like a handbag. Something with his hide and-

“Ah, here it is."

“Hmm hmm."

“Trust my skills. Nothing beats my Commune with Nature. I even know the trees find your ass sexy."

“Hahaha… Wait… It? A Dryad?"

“Dryads are not like us."

Huritt noted, his status window vanishing. Sam followed the Minotaur's gaze to see a Dryad standing by a tall willow tree, her shape visible through the shade. Huritt first, Sam following, they approached what seemed to be a beautiful and bountiful plant-woman whose skin had a fair complexion with a tiny tinge of green. Her hair was red, tangled with flowers, and dropping over her chest and torso, hiding her nipples away in a way that was very on the nose for Sam.

Yet, the Human couldn't deny she looked plenty beautiful with her soft traits, her pointy nose, plump lips… Oh and her curves.

She was smoking hot… And Sam was glad, and relieved, he could still find those shapes attractive. Yet, as his eyes wandered on the perky nipples, a thought bit him in the back. One smug thought from Ferti: he had bigger tits than her.

A fine observation he chased away by shaking his head. But too little too late, he had missed a chunk of the conversation with Huritt waving his arms and speaking some gibberish. No, not some gibberish. A language Sam couldn't understand. If he wanted to speak it, he needed a skill like “Commune to Nature". Before he mused more, the conversation stopped. Huritt put his hands on his hips and turned toward Sam.

Whatever was exchanged, Huritt beamed as he approached and hugged Sam.

“By the Sun?!" shouted Sam, trying to push the Minotaur away, going as far as hitting Huritt's jaw. In vain. He wanted to get out, but couldn't… And Ferti loved to be in Huritt's arms.

“Sam! Saaaam! We're getting a boon. The Dryad will give us something for free if you help it with your talent!"

“Wait? What?"

“A boon! Anything!"

“… if I fuck her?"

“If you fuck the Dryad."

Sam glanced away from Huritt, pushing free from the Minotaur's arms, despite the yearning to be held by that strong Bull, to look at the Dryad.

“… yes?"

“Yes!"

But as Huritt smiled and stepped back, giving the room for Sam to approach and observe… There was a detail. Sure as the Sun, Sam was looking to wet his biscuit into her. It had been weeks, if not month, since he had fucked a girl. Ferti might like to be stuffed, but the real Sam wanted some flesh, some meat, some buns. But, there was a problem. A big problem.

One that was evident.

“Where's her cunt?"

A question whose sole answer was a cry. Sam's cry when a tentacle grabbed him. No, when a whole lot of vines sprouted from the ground like an army and jumped on him. The first went for his right ankle. But the rest wrapped around his arms, his shoulders, his thighs, his waist, his hips, his knees. Oh, it wrapped around everything and even went under the harness. No. They were undoing it while Sam kicked weakly and grunted.

“Hurri-HRMPH!"

As soon as Sam opened his mouth, one tentacle rushed to his lips. At the tip, there was something that looked like honey. As much as Sam bit and gnawed on the tendril, he couldn't get it out of his mouth. Worse, the more he chewed, the more of what felt like honey slipped within his mouth.

A liquid that was syrupy, soft, with a luscious and perfect taste. One that reminded him of melted sugar, but sweeter, a bit milkier. And with its taste followed something Sam expected. Heat.

Oh, he was feeling it at his lips and tongue. But the further the liquid went, the more it spread inside Sam. The more it swept across him, going and starting as a small fire within his stomach that spread to every inch, to every spot, to everything… Down to his breasts.

Breasts that were, too, the focus of the Dryad's attention the moment the vines yanked the bra out. Free to move and bounce, the bountiful tits were quickly encircled and massaged. Four tendrils, one for each nipple, opened to reveal their soft and coated inside before they locked on a breast. Each started to suckle, to tease, to tense. And with it, Sam moaned while he felt his nipples release their bounty.

He shivered, too, as the sensation was pleasing and satisfying… His tits were always so backed-up. Milking him was necessary and Huritt handled it since he had the experience. But here, Sam didn't have to ask the Minotaur for it.

Therefore, he sighed as he felt the milk pour free and start to ascend. It formed little bumps in the tendrils before they reached a central node, shaking above Sam's head. He saw it… And saw the fifth tendril sprouting from it, descending behind him.

Luckily, he could turn his head and wat-

“HRMPHHH!"

Sam's muffled cries echoed within the clearing. His ass. His cunty ass. His ass that had been spread to hard and so many times it looked like a cunt… Well, one tendril had wedged itself inside it. And Sam felt it pump something within him.

He closed his fists and shook them in indignation, in anger. But Ferti was almost back at the helm the moment Sam felt his prostate again… Caressed. Stroked. Oh… Even kissed by tendrils' love.

Such a spot had been so thoroughly abused, massaged, teased, it reacted like a trigger for Ferti to take over. It took the lead and so a deep, powerful, hearty moan escaped Sam's lips as he felt his cock spring to life and bob, with some precum dripping from the tip. He couldn't control himself nor his erection, he couldn't stop himself from having his chest lift and drop from the moans escaping his throat. No… Those tendrils, somehow, were fully aware of how to please and tease Sam.

Yet, as they pushed…. Well, as they pumped, Sam felt how round shapes were forced inside his orifice. They were big, sure enough, but small enough they did not bulge beneath his belly like a baby bump… Nor did they crush his prostate like most of the cocks he had taken would do.

Was it a boon or something worse?

Well, he could have said it would be fine… If it wasn't one single detail he caught in the corner of his eyes. Huritt had removed his kilt, and was playing and stroking his flared cock. The strokes were luxuriously long and slow: the bull clearly intent on taking his time and enjoying the show. When he noticed the red-faced Human staring back, he merely offered a smirk and a wink. Maybe it was from Sam's last refusal to suck him; the natural needs kicking in... Or maybe it was just another way to piss him off. Either way, the large bovine continued to indulge himself. The light filtering from the trees glistened against the precum smeared along his length, shining like a beacon as Sam… Watched it all, frustrated.

For once, the two halves of Sam were indignant, but not for the same reason. One was disgusted to have such a creep around because it was HIS thing. And the other that he could not sample and taste what was stroked, what was massaged, and what seemed already on the verge to burst.

Sam's train of thought derailed abruptly as tendrils smacked his prostate once more.

They rushed and bull-rushed his tender organ. They gave no pause, no rest, no peace. And when the tendrils were so hellbent on hammering the tender prostate, Sam himself could not resist. Not that he did offer a meager resistance, knowing it was better to get over it than to fight it. Or perhaps from the aphrodisiac he was slurping greedily.

In the end… As the tendrils hit and smacked his prostate, the poor Human came. His cock shot through the air, tracing one long line that landed and was spilled on the ground.

One long line followed by a few more as he continued to thrust the air, encouraged by the tendrils still pumping something inside him. His belly was not going to bulge like it had from his last pregnancies, it seemed… But still, Sam felt the weight.

As his orgasm receded once more, he was forced to look down and glance at his smoothed belly, at the absence of muscles or shape, of that roundness similar to a pot-belly. He sighed, sighed while looking at Huritt who was still cranking one out. At the Dryad, seemingly unbothered and uncaring. And… At the blue status windows.

[I]Coit reached! Rewriting condition activated!

Select a new trait to acquire!

[/I]The usual pop-up clashed with the green environment. But so did the words as Sam tried to recover his wits. The long list appeared, rolling and presenting all the choices the Human could take. It was how the Hero of Fertility could gain the perks necessary to handle his pregnancies.

But here, amidst the long list of traits he could take from the Dryad, between the tendril-limbs or the photosynthesis, there was one trait he was given.

One trait he read before on Huritt's screen and read now.

For days, he trained to read and do it faster. All that effort, deciphering those screens…. No, all the time spent stealing Huritt's secrets on how to use the Status window had given him this opportunity. He flicked the window without touching, without moving a finger. It was arduous, but slowly, Sam led the cursor upward to the desired trait.

[I]The Trait selected is “Commune with Nature"! Wait for intervention

[/I]Nothing. No pain this time, despite Sam closing his eyelids. He… It did not hurt? It did nothing. And almost a sigh of satisfaction escaped his lips. But then.

“Who is this?"

A voice. A feminine voice echoed within Sam's mind, something he had not heard before.

“What? Who? Who are you?" he thought, too, looking around. Then, he focused on the Dryad, who looked back at him. “Is that you?"

“You has a name, Sam. Wait? You can communicate with me? Are you a Druid? What else were you hiding from me, little Human?"

“Heh, not so much a Druid," grunted Sam as he looked away from the Dryad to Huritt who seemed about to cum, about to burst. “Hey… Is that true? I've got a favor to ask?"

“Ehhh… Yes. You are my spawn-bearer. Sooo, you have the right for one wi-"

“Yeah, whatever," grunted Sam, sucking and taking a few more droplets of honey in his mouth, inflating his cheeks with the sweet liquid. “Can you bind and fuck Huritt as well?"

“Umph! Rude," she answered, pouting. But soon, a thin smile appeared on her lips. “But I will allow it. You shouldn't keep all the fun to yourself, Sam."

Sam felt the laugh more than he heard it, the gaiety and malice from the plant-lady. The grip on his limbs lessened. Some tendrils were moving away, slipping on the ground. And Sam smiled. He smiled as the two parts of him were working in unison, agreeing on this, on this moment.

He saw the slithering vines coming closer to Huritt, who, in his hubris, wasn't looking or listening. Or even aware of the exchange occurring before. He had his eyes closed and one hand on his nipple to pinch it. The Minotaur grunted and growled, his nostrils dilated, and…

“HRMPH! What are you doing, Elysra?!" shouted the Minotaur, yanking his hand away from his cock to grab at the vines. But it was too late. Sam knew and had experienced how strong the tendrils could be. And with the Dryad unleash their quasi-entirety on Huritt, the poor fucker had no way to escape. Sure, he pulled, and yanked, and almost tore apart the vines. But once his articulations were locked, one by one, he could not escape.

“Sorry Huritt," chuckled the Dryad. “But my spawn-bearer used the boon. Ahhh… I love when I can unite two lovestruck darlings."

“That's not what we convened!" retorted the Bull.

“Huritt, Huritt. I said I would grant one wish for my brood. But… You're not bearing my brood. Rules are rules, love!"

Huritt, too, had to experience what the Dryad ought to do to Sam. The Minotaur might be frowning and scowling… But all his anger vanished when one of the many tendrils rushed behind the Minotaur.

Tasting his own medicine might be something Huritt did not expect. But it was the same for Sam as he heard the most pitiful, the most sweet, and the most plaintive “Moo" he heard.

Huritt's mouth formed a perfect O and his eyes rolled as the sound filled the clearing. No, even the Minotaur's tail flicked. And his little eyes twitched while the sound continued.

It was heart-wrenching… And adorable. And satisfying.

“Oh… I love it," thought Sam, smiling despite his cheeks burning and hurting from holding so much liquid inside. Then, he turned to the Dryad. “Bring him closer. And leave my mouth be…"

The mooing and potentially surprised Minotaur was brought closer. Huritt's mouth remained agape and drooling, his cock hard yet cum seemed drip from it as he had been… Well, cumming.

Or maybe did the Minotaur waste his orgasm? Ferti was disgusted at the idea, but Sam was delighted as his lips were finally released, but he kept them closed. Huritt was dragged closer, closer… And the rolling eyes finally stopped to focus on Sam.

“You B-"

One of the advantages of a Drake's tongue was the strength. The appendage was prehensile, certainly. But the sheer strength allowed Sam to push the wide organ into Huritt's mouth and surprise him. More than that, Sam took the opportunity to crane his neck and press their mouths together as he released all the juice, all the fluids, he had been keeping in his mouth.

“A kiss! That's… Ahh! My heart! And I thought you had nefarious intents towards our lovely cow!"

He could have asked for the Dryad to do the same, to force Huritt to suckle on the tendril like he did before. But Ferti and Sam agreed it was right and more satisfying, more pleasing, too, as Huritt's soft mouth was a delight to explore and feel. And as the liquid was forced down Huritt's throat, though some throatfucking with the tongue, the Bovine's expression softened. His lips curled in a grin, his limbs relaxed… Even his legs stopped kicking while Sam looked down to see Huritt's cock straightening once more.

Huritt's last wasted orgasm still coated the tip and a large portion of the length. Its stench was strong, tantalizing as Sam withdrew his tongue and it lolled down. Down… Down until the elongated tip rubbed against the corona, teased the soft veins throbbing beneath the skin.

“Get our hips closer," ordered Sam as he had his tongue slowly play with Huritt's cock, playing with the length that throbbed with anticipation.

Likewise to Sam's own erection as both were coming closer and… Were almost touching. In comparison, Sam's cock was… Well, shorter. Less impressive than Huritt's equine cock. But it did not matter much. Or rather, it meant Huritt had more surface for Sam to play with as he coiled his tongue against the two organs, pressed them together until his cocktip touched Huritt's length.

The Minotaur could not resist it… And another wondrous moo escaped Huritt's grinning lips, his eyes unfocused. For once, it was the Minotaur who took the brunt of the heat. His lips moved but no words were uttered, said, as Sam was eagerly stroking their cocks together, his soft tongue playing with the veiny length.

Sam had his tongue coiled all over Huritt's flared cock, all over the swollen corona, over the veins, over the sweaty mast. Every spot was left untouched, even his own cock, as Sam continued to stroke and let the tongue roll.

It was… Pleasing. Not that the real Sam was particularly fond of the idea of getting off from rubbing cocks together. But Ferti was getting a kick out of it and handling the situation with gusto. Or rather, he enjoyed the gustative sensation of Huritt's sweaty and salty flesh pressing against the elongated tongue. Every droplet of sweat, every droplet of precum, or every droplet of more foul fluids sent echoes and shiver up Sam's neck. His hunger arose, churning in his stomach. A grumbling hunger, yet unable to erase or crush down the heat growing in his loins.

His orgasm.

The pressure was bubbling and building within his lower reaches, pressing against his prostate once more. The Dryad had milked Sam of one orgasm, but this one was his doing. His action as he sensed the heat ascend along the mast. Cock against cock, the spires rubbing and spewing precum, Sam even humped the air at a brutal pace to give my amplitude to the movement, to the sensations.

He smiled, weakly, knowing he would cum soon. And Huritt was bound to follow.

Even though the Bovine was all groaning and moaning, his hands clenching around the air while he frothed… Well, he was still the same bastard who had been messing with Sam constantly. Ferti might do it to get off and because he enjoyed Huritt's presence. But the Real Sam wasn't one to make Ferti stop.

More like, he encouraged that part. He thought and pointed out those spots his horny self couldn't notice. He pushed for those strokes underneath the corona, soft at first, but digging into the flesh until it bent when the tongue ran up against the skin and… Forced the flared tip to ply but for a second before precum was sent flying between them.

Oh, there was a delight in hearing Huritt's groans and grunts. A pleasure in watching his face break and pleading moans to finally get free.

“S-Stop," mumbled the Minotaur.

But Sam wouldn't stop, not when he was so close and when the Minotaur was so… Taken.

So, the tongue worked double-time, accelerated, pressed further.

Further… Further… Until in the end, Sam felt the orgasm reach his cocktip, like a searing fire, and he exploded. In one instant, Sam shot again and his cum landed everywhere: on Huritt's cock, on the Minotaur's belly, on Sam's belly, on his cock, on his tongue. A tongue that sampled the liquid which tasted… Not as good as the Minotaur or the Lycan. Was he getting used to the Monsters' cum?

Still, Sam continued to stroke and used his own cum as lube to masturbate Huritt faster. His semen started to froth, too, from the rubbing and the precum adding up. Even his saliva started to pour from Sam's mouth, echoed by Huritt's dripping lips.

Both were salivating over themselves and their chests, held in the air by the Dryad that seemed to enjoy the sight and chuckled physically.

“Faster, my boys! We don't have all day! Oh… Right, I do."

Such a couple. Such a sight. Such a fight.

“S-Stop. Do-Don't," begged Huritt, his voice weak and stopped by heaving breaths.

“No," articulated Sam back, his voice nosy since he couldn't move his jaw well.

“-Cum."

Well, too bad for Huritt.

Sam continued, humping and pumping despite his own cock starting to burn from the refractory period. He could have stopped, he should have stopped. However, the Human did not stop. He continued to stroke their cocks while humping until he saw the throbbing hastening.

No, he saw Huritt's fists releasing and his mouth open.

Here it was.

At that moment, Sam focused on keeping the same pace. Not too slow, not too fast, not too intense. He kept his tongue wrangling the shaft and massaging, stroking it, but he stopped the sudden squeeze on the veiny spire.

He kept his presence around and against, focusing on the inertia of that building pleasure.

The Bovine's balls tensed, he could sense that as his tongue-tip flicked them.

The Minotaur's chest lifted in hefty breaths.

The Ranger's mouth opened and his eyelids closed, his neck craned.

Huritt's body tensed and tetanized, frozen solid as that brawn was used to stop every movement.

An instant, a moment. Sam observed how that orgasm, different from anything else, struck Huritt. And as the throb echoed through the spire against Sam's coiling tongue…. Huritt mooed.

The sound was neither pathetic this time, nor low, ashamed, surprised. It was akin to a warcry as Huritt emptied his lungs. His chest deflated while he craned his neck further, his jaw forced open by the moment and pleasure.

His arms outstretched, managing to pull against the Dryad's tendrils.

But just as soon, those arms dropped and that cumshot flew across the air. White, steamy, creamy. It has the viscosity necessary and befitting a Minotaur's semen. It flew upward and landed right on Sam's face. But a sudden twist and the second jet went right across Huritt's face, chest, belly.

It painted Huritt's face white, drawing white lines on that black and white fur, on that nose, on those lips. It marked that face with such a musky liquid… No different than the many times Huritt took the opportunity to blow his load on Sam's face, same as the Lycan. But this time, it was Huritt who would have to clean up.

Even if Sam… Ferti wanted to lick that droplet near Huritt's horn, or the way thread dripping from the Minotaur's brows on his cheeks, narrowly blinding the ranger.

There was something intrinsically perverted and bestial, and pleasing in watching Huritt's cum-coated face. To see the half-closed eyes, the tongue lolling out, the left nostril almost clogged. And it was the first shots. More added, more poured until the black fur was coated in white. And then… No more.

The last ones, the weaker shots, barely climbed up a few inches before they dropped on the coiling tongue and throbbing shaft. Into a white mess that was… tasteful. Luscious.

The flavor was rich and with it being spread all over his tongue, Sam's brain fizzled from the difference in temperature, in viscosity, in saltiness. Every detail from Huritt's cum was revealed to him as he uncoiled and released their shafts.

Sam's own cock still burned and flopped down between his legs. But he endured as he retracted his tongue, but not without licking what had landed on his face. And he smiled.

“Isn-" he started, about to gloat, before he felt something shake in his guts. A sensation, familiar. All too familiar after his tango with the Drake and Gryphon.

He frowned, growled, and turned toward the Dryad.

“Remove the tentacle… Fucking my ass," he said, half-snarling, half-pained as his abdominal muscles contracted.

“So soon? I enjoyed the show," said the Dryad, hiding her lips while she laughed.

But she agreed. With much splurting noise, coming from Sam's asshole naturally clenching and the “honey" that had been pumped inside, the tentacle went free.

And not too late, as Sam felt something crowning at the entrance. Something that was, happily enough, smooth and rather pliable.

Nothing like the eggs he had been forced to lay and as he dangled from the Dryad's tentacles, bound like a sausage, he was glad he only had to let gravity do its work.

Even his contractions felt easier as he chuckled, feeling how… Easy it was.

A thought he countered with a frown, damn Ferti.

“Huritt didn't lie about your capacity, Hero of Fertility," laughed the Dryad, coming close and collecting what Sam had laid. It looked like one egg in shape, oblong and all, but the surface was green with a tender glow inside. Veins of red covered the surface of what Sam thought to be a seed pod.

Yet, he couldn't stop laying them. He continued, his face contorting as his asshole stretched from the pod's sheer size before it relinquished and they dropped on a bed made with tendrils and vines.

“Yeah," he answered with a sarcastic message, too busy to groan and moan to answer with his throat. “Glad I'm of use."

“Don't be so gloomy. They looked healthy, very much so."

Sam would have answered with a “Yay", but the last pod, and the biggest, finally presented itself to his butthole. And well, this one took way more pushing and contraction than the others until… Well, it crowned and was squeezed out. Then, as the last droplets of honey landed on the seed pods, the tendrils wrapped around them like a cocoon while the Dryad hefted the “package" with her vines.

With each added vine, Sam and Huritt were slowly released. Yet, they both tottered and landed on their backs, even though Sam seemed far more cognizant than the stunned Minotaur.

For a moment, Sam was about to quip, smug and all that. But he saw the Dryad approach and… Bow to him.

“Thank you Hero of Fertility. I am grateful you have decided to help me. I will raise our children with great care."

“Uh… Thanks? It's," answered Sam, wiping the sweat from his brows before he mumbled the last words with his real voice. “It was Huritt's idea."

Never before had he been thanked for his work. Yet, here was the Dryad praising him and stroking his head before she went away, dancing under the branches until her fiery red hair couldn't be seen.

“Well… That was… better than expected," said Sam, looking at the sky above. Then, he looked at Huritt still on his back. A sharp grin formed on the Human's lips as he slowly crawled then stood up, walking by the Minotaur to see him still dazed and awe-struck by the moment.

Cum still stuck to his traits, even though that tongue had darted and collected everything that had been sticking out around the lips.

“Well. How it feel to be the bitch for once, asshole? Not so easy, huh?"

“You…" That was Huritt's first word, his eyes wide and tone quiet. “You… Kissed me?"

“Yeah, sure," answered Sam, frowning and putting his hands on his hips. “But I did more than that, Pal!"

Sam wanted Huritt to admit how it felt to be fucked for once, and such. He wanted to hear the Bovine cry or threaten him as he stood up.

Yet, as the Bovine towered above the smug Sam, aware Huritt wouldn't hurt him, there were no cries. Only one pair of arms embracing Sam's body, holding him tight. Again, a tinge of… Satisfaction?

“I am thankful you're proposing me! I wasn't aware you knew the Minotaur customs so well!"

“W-Wait."

“I'll bring you to my village! My family will be so happy to meet you. We'll marry, have so many calves! We'll build a home together, host parties, grow old together." continued Huritt, his voice joyful and his face beaming with joy despite Sam's quickening heartbeat and frightened expression.

“Ahhh… It's too bad there's one thing that might stop us from marrying."

“What? Is… Is there something?" asked Sam, almost hopeful. But his hope turned to ashes.

“You're… So fucking gullible!" laughed Huritt, poking at Sam's chest and releasing him.

He laughed even harder when Sam started to hit his chest, hitting it with his weak fists.

“You've got to be careful! There are awful people out there who'd take advantage of that! Oh… Spirits. It was great. I haven't bottomed in ages, but it was better than I remembered! Oh… Yeah. I might keep my asshole nice and clean next time you want to use that tongue of yours to good use!"

Sam wasn't listening. Rather, he stomped away with a visible scowl. He fumed while gathering his belongings. He shouldn't be… But damn… Damn Ferti who made him feel good when he heard about Huritt's joke. Damn Ferti for… Loving that big oaf!

Sam's own plan backfired, too! He thought he could get a rise out of Huritt, not to be the butt of the joke. Not to be messed with by that joke of a “proposal". He wasn't sure what he was the most angry about. He stomped, turning his back to Huritt while he put his pants back.

In so, he wasn't aware of Huritt's fond gaze. Yes, Sam was a cockhungry musk-slut. But he was a better broodmother than anything the Minotaur had expected. Huritt had difficulties with young beasts and children… Yet, it was clear they loved their “Mama". And Sam, under that grouchy attitude, loved them more.

It was a shame Sam would soon get the option to change Class and leave…. Maybe. Maybe they could chat, heart to heart. Maybe… Sam could be convinced to stay. But first…

“Hey, Sammy! You forgot your bra!"

“IT'S A HARNESS!"