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Has it always been this easy, or have we just pushed them this far? Alise Emberfury took a step towards the enemy soldiers. The powerful mare rolled her shoulders, armor plates rattling above the din of battle. Enemy soldiers backed up a half step, gripping weapons and shields tighter. She took a breath, closed her eyes, and her awareness spread, vision pulled back. It was always a strange sensation as her vision pulled away from her body. A strange, floating sensation that left her rooted somehow. In just a second, her view had pulled away from her body and expanded outwards. She was looking down at herself as she stepped towards a semi-circle of soldiers. They paused, looking at each other, glancing at her. She could feel the nerves radiating off them as they circled her.

One took a step forward and bellowed. Her ax flashed out and caught his shield. Splintering wood and sundering iron in a swing. The ground shook as she buried her ax into the ground.

For a beat, she could feel the hope gather in the other side. Even as the one brave soul staggered backwards, and the others began to rush forward. She stepped forward and wrenched her weapon upwards. Heat flashed underhoof followed by a roar that drown out screams. Her raw magic called up the fires from deep within the earth. Molten lava surged upwards, following the arc of her swing and raced outwards. Yes, the mare sighed to herself, we have pushed them to the very edge of what they can take. It won’t be long before they’re shattered and driven before us.

Alise’s ears twitched as she heard victory calls in the distance. The mare found herself smiling as she carefully wiped the sweat from her body. She was in her tent, located towards the center of the encampment. Perk of being one of the generals of the Grand Torora Kingdom. Nice tent towards the center, an entourage, and privacy. Among other benefits, she thoughts as she glanced towards the polished brass mirror. Alise caught her reflection and rolled her shoulders, watching how the muscles rippled under her rich red pelt.

She was healthier than ever before. Larger too, towering over the common soldier. Not to mention the raw, magical power that she wielded as easily as she breathed.

Power which had come at a price. A bargain she’d made with the Great King Octavian Vexx. She wasn’t sure exactly what he was. No one was. She had met him outside of her home village when his army was marching past. Then she’d demanded he enlist her.

How bold she’d been, how stupid. He’d laughed at her then. Offered her power, glory, respect. Back then, she’d vowed she would find some way out of the farm life. Get away from the type of life that left her mother, sisters, father, and brothers broken by the time they had a few decades under their belt. Not to mention the way her older sisters were treated as little more than meat. Sold off to… marriage and whoever her parents approved of. Only to be taken home and bred as if they were nothing more than some farm animal. In their wedding beds, the table, the hedgerow, it didn’t matter.

She never wanted to be humiliated like that.

A blink pushed her vision back and out as she stood up and walked to her mirror. She stood before it and turned slowly, admiring herself from every angle. Yes, none of her family would recognize her. They were all good, sturdy plough horses. She had their size, larger than even her father had been. With muscles that granted her the right curves and a little plush here and there. She turned as she admired herself. Her roan hide an almost fiery red in this light. Mane and tail a shock of white that only enhanced her form. Strength and power without sacrificing her femininity.

“Ma’am,” a voice from outside her tent. None dare enter without her permission. She smiled at the memory of the one brave soldier who had dared try. One good kick had sent him back out the flap and into the arms of his comrades. They’d had three broken arms between them.

“Speak, but do not enter.” Her vision pulled further away, drifting through the tent until she saw the hawk waiting outside.

Feathers ruffled, “The King would like a word with you, as soon as possible.”

Her heart fluttered. “I will be there as soon as I am presentable.”

A quick, “Yes, Ma’am,” and the bird was gone.

If the King wanted to see her, that meant only one thing. It also meant she had to hurry and make herself presentable. Reaching for the mirror, she pulled a long ribbon from a hook beside it. Turning, she touched the ribbon to her tail and uttered a simple spell. Hair and ribbon began to braid together. Small beads and bells lifting from a nearby jewelry case to join the fray. More lifted to twine through her mane. Giving her a rather festive, lovely look to her.

Her outfit was simple, but almost her finer. She didn’t bring much with her to the field in the way of clothing, certainly little in the way of casual wear. So she pulled on her uniform. Blouse and loose tunic, both in fine fabric. Her trousers came on one leg at a time. Then her soft boots, favorites of hers, they practically molded themselves to her hooves and ankles. The wide belt with the simple hand ax. Couldn’t be seen out in public armed. Nodding, she grabbed her cloak last. A favorite of hers, a gift from the King himself, it draped over her shoulders like a cape. It was more than large enough to wrap about her entire body, nearly covering her from neck to ankles. She let it fall over one shoulder and tossed behind the other for dramatics. Then she turned and marched to the King’s tent.

Alise couldn't stop the nervous flutter in her own stomach as she approached Lord Vexx's tent. It was dead center of the camp with guards by the entrance. The draft mare lifted her head high and stared down her muzzle at them. They knew her, and they knew she was expected. Still, they gave her a look before stepping aside. A look she returned with her usual fiery calm. Stride steady as she matched past them and into the tent. A few steps and she dropped to a kneeling bow, one hand on the ground and head lowered. "My lord," she spoke in that low husky voice of hers.

Lord Octavian Vexx was alone in the tent. If you could even call it that, it was several tents mashed together, filled with actual furniture and lavish rugs. Lord Vexx himself was seated in a rather comfortable looking chair. He radiated an aura of pure calm that had her muscles relaxing from his mere presence. He was dressed as if fresh from a bath, in a rather simple robe that draped loosely about his frame. Powerful muscles slid smoothly under he vibrant flame plumage as he shifted. The phoenix peering down his long beak at her before motioning for her to stand. "Victory again, my lovely lady Mage Knight. You honor me with such switch and decisive actions."

She felt pride swell in her chest as she stood. Alise squared her shoulders and straightened her back. "Anything for you, My Lord. It is my honor and my duty."

A little click, "Your duty, hmm?" He stood up and smiled at her. Lord Vexx was one of the few in the camp that made her feel dwarfed. His mere presence made it feel as if he towered over her as he approached. Warm, smokey scent reached her nostrils as he leaned in. "We do need to speak of duties."

Alise felt her mouth go dry as the mythical king stepped closer. His hand slid out and brushed over the fine fabric of her top. "There are certain... Duties you have been neglecting, my Lady Knight, have you not?" She held still as his talons ever so gently tore at her shirt. Opening a hole just large enough to permit his hand. A hand that burned with a warmth so comforting, so desirable, her knees nearly gave out as it brushed her stomach. "I do believe we had made a deal when you came to me." It was hard not to breath harder as his fingers danced over her stomach. Alise felt his warmth soaking into her body as he spoke. "I lift you up from being a mere farm girl. Little more than a plough horse working the farm. Waiting to be married off and bear many more plough horses. Beasts of burden to toil in the dirt until their bodies give out. I give you strength, power, glory," he leaned in until his beak brushed her ear, "prestige." She shivered and felt her heart begin to hammer. Nostrils flared as her breathing picked up.

Vexx slid into place behind her. Chest almost touching her spine. She could feel his talons brush over her bare flesh, magics weaving through her body. "In return, I gain a knight most loyal. And," he leaned in and let his head rest close to hers. Feathers nearly brushing her cheek. "A new generation as well. Children born of my noble mage knight. Offspring who will be raised in comfort and safety. Yet you have always conveniently avoided the task of bearing a child."

His warmth pressed against her, making her feel trapped and comfortable at the same time. It took all the will she had not to lean back into his embrace. To breathe deep of his scent and simply beg of him to honor her.

"First," he crooned, "there was repelling the invasion on our borders. Understandable. Then there was the rebellion, the plan by Vigil which absolutely required you, and we can't forget the time you were gravely wounded."

Alise worked her tongue in her mouth. "All unavoidable coincidences, My Liege." It had been too long since she'd felt the touch of any man, and she knew the presence of him well. The effect it had on her, whether natural or through their contract, it was unavoidable. She could feel herself responding, nipples formed, heart raced, and her excitement grew.

"Of course they were," there was a certain amusement in his voice. His fingers pressed tighter to her stomach and she felt a lurch, raw magic surged into her and nearly knocked the wind from her. While she didn't fall, her. Mouth hung open in a soundless gasp as thighs pressed tight together. "But now victory has been secured." Lore Vexx massaged her belly slowly, waves of power surging through her with each touch. Her thighs quakes and she felt her insides tighten with desire. Every last her, every potion she'd taken to hold off her season and ward off unwanted foals was burned from her body. "The soldiers are going to celebrate, and as part of that victory, your contract has come due, My Dear."

Visions flashed before her mind. The tent filled with women, all kneeling in stalls, little more than bared pussies for soldiers to breed. Then the other tent with piles of writhing people. A mass of flesh and carnal desires.

Her hips jerked and pushed back into his body as she finally managed a breath. Gasping as it felt like every estrus from the last few years came crashing down on her at once. "T-two conditions, My Lord."

His playful tone melted and she heard iron in his voice, "Conditions? We had a deal."

She had to be careful about this, play her hand as best she could and hope for the best from her Patron. "Ye-yes, My Liege." It was getting harder to focus, especially since he continued to stroke her bare flesh. Hand dipping a little lower, only to slide back up. "Have I not earned a little leeway? Have I not done all else you asked, above and beyond mere duty?"

"I will consider your... Conditions."

His fingers stilled enough to let her think. Alise managed a shuddering breath and pinned her ears back. Cheeks warm as she felt just how wet her trousers were as she shifted. By the heavens, what had he done to her? "I ask that you allow me one foal from you. And that the others be from men worthy of siring strong children." That would be his other knights, generals, the finest soldiers.

She didn't see the smile on Vexx's beak as he leaned back. She thought she was clever, but he was a creature far older and more cunning than she. "It is a deal. Provided you make it to the celebration Officers tent in time." His other hand lifted and the phoenix pointed at an hour glass. "Celebrations have begun. In a little more than half a mark before they will begin to filter into the tent. If you can make it there and... Situate yourself before the sands run out. I will give a foal." The hourglass lifted and spun slowly. "If you get there soon enough, then no one will even know it is you, the grand Lady Alise Emberfury, whom they are celebrating with. If you do it quietly and discreetly, no one will recognize or see you. It will spare your dignity." Fingers pressed tight to her stomach and she felt something surge in her. "Should you fail or succumb to your desires, well..." he chuckled, "Agreed?"

She could feel the veiled threat. The hanging idea that if she drew too much attention or didn't make it in time, that she would go from proud knight to camp whore. It wouldn't matter if she maintained her position, her power, she would forever be the moaning, mewling beast begging for another load. Reduced to the status of so many women of her ilk. Mere dams, meant to bend over for the male to lay his seed. Then get right back to work until she couldn't. She'd seen what this sort of deal had done to others before her. Reducing her proud sister in the shield to wanton creatures, begging for another child. Thrown onto the table in the mess hall and rutted by any male with a hammer bold enough to try.

Agreed." She was better than them.

The hourglass set down with an ominous thud. She could feel the grains of sand trickling through the back of her mind. Lord Vexx pressed his fingers to her stomach with a smirk, "Then off with you." Leaving five points of raw, burning lust pulsing through her. Alise's knees gave out and the mare dropped to her knees with a gasp. Entire body shivering as her tail flagged and hips jerked.

Calm as could be, the regal male returned to his seat and poured himself a glass of wine. Leaving the knight to collect herself. Win or lose, either way he'd be getting what he desired from her.

It took precious time for her to stand up and take a breath. Whatever he did, it's passed, but I can do this. Alise bowed her head towards the royal and took a step.

The mere brush of cloth over her privates nearly drove her to the ground again. She could feel every individual fiber as it brushed over her nipples. Each stray strand hummed over her pussy. When she winked out of excitement, the brush across her swollen clitoris nearly drove her to climax.

Wha... How... She gasped and tried to steady herself.

"Remember," the phoenix almost purred, "Keep quiet and no one will notice it's you.”

Almost immediately, a desperate plan formed in her mind. Alise bit her lip and stood up. She had been through so much. Sacrificed countless things to get where she was, made deals no one should to do more than survive. She thrived.

And sometimes overcoming meant doing something you wouldn't normally.

Wordlessly, Alise doffed her own cloak and hung it form a nearby chair. Vexx watched as she undressed herself. Baring that curvy, muscled form to him. Dark nipples stood proud and the rich, lush lips of her pussy were swollen with arousal. As she undressed, she couldn't help but shiver as air wafted over her. Pussy clenching and winking just as she bent to take her trousers off.

"Trying to tempt me before the time?" Vexx all but purred at her. Eyes fixed on her body with a smirk curling at the edges of his beak. She replied with a smile, but didn't answer. Simply took her cloak back up and wrapped it about her shoulders. A quick pin and it draped around her body enough to hide her nudity. She adjusted, gathered her things, looked at her liege, and nodded before heading outside.

Now came the task. Make it back to her tent without being delayed. She could feel the trickle of sand in the hourglass. It shivered down her spine and settled like a weight on her. With every grain, it felt like her steps grew heavier, sluggish. Worse she had to be mindful of how her cloak draped about her. It was her only shield from the world. She knew her fellow soldiers. A naked woman walking through camp was a sign of being free use. To make matters even worse, she could feel eyes on her. Noses turned up as she passed and the sound of sniffing grew louder. With each step, her thighs threatened to rub together and spread her aroma more. She could feel her arousal drip down her thigh. Leaving a scent trail for any hot blooded male to find.

She'd have to avoid crowded areas.

Alise took a breath and drew her vision up and away. Between one step and the next, her awareness lifted and spread until she was looking down on herself from above. It was a good thing she was so adept at this, else it would be disorienting. Shoulders squared and head lifted, she fixed her attention on something in the middle distance. With her cloak as her only shield, she made strides towards her own tent.

Long ago, she'd found that merely walking with purpose and confidence could clear out many. Even now, she watched as soldiers stepped aside unthinkingly. Only to glance at her back curiously. She kept her pace quick, not wanting any to get ideas and turn to follow. Though managing that while carrying her clothing, boots, and keeping her cloak from rubbing her body was another task altogether.

As luck would have it, her own tent wasn't far away from Lord Vexx's tent. It was only a matter of moments before she ducked in and placed her things where they belonged. Even in a rush, she couldn't stand an unkempt tent. Clothes on the bed to be washed and mended. Boots in their place.

Then awareness. With her expanded vision, she could see soldiers lingering at the entrance of her tent. Muttering just loud enough for her ears to pick up. "Tellin' ya, some new maid just walked in here. Hot to trot too."

"Go in if you want. Remember the last time someone stepped into the Lady's tent uninvited? I like my bullocks where they are, thank you."

"Pah! Find, just wait for her to come back out. Prolly just getting the laundry. She'll be right out."

Now she had an obstacle. Though not one she couldn't readily avoid if she was fast. Alise could see the crew already starting to spread out somewhat casually. Ready to spring on their prize should she show. Moving quick, the warhorse walked to the wall of her tent and knelt. Sliding out under the side. For a moment, her bared body brushed against the ground and she had to bite back a gasp. Grinding teeth as dirt and grass teased her form. Fear of being caught like this raced up and down her spine. Joining the trickling weight of the hourglass.

Then she as out and on her feet. Hurrying off before the soldiers could spy her. Now came the difficult part. The Officer's Tent was located somewhat centrally, but it was in a crowded area. Several mess tents, tents belonging to other officers and knights, supply, and more. The one she was aiming for had been the war tent. Place for planning their victories now the center of celebrating it. There would be people all over the area. She couldn't just heads up and march there. She'd be grabbed before she made it ten steps. Alise swallowed around her nerves as she started for it.

Her vision gave her advantages. Letting her see the ebb and flow of people. She needed that edge as she navigated around the throng. Doing her best to ignore every brush of cloth against her bare body. Each breeze that caressed her thigh. Any misstep that pressed her legs together and teased herself. There was the temptation to bite her lip and run for it. It took everything she had to not follow that prey instinct.

As she moved, she did everything she could to make it look as if she had somewhere to be. Gripping the edges of her cloak to keep the wind and movement from whipping it away and exposing her. She started to bite her bottom lip as a particularly nasty breeze kicked up and threatened to blow her cover. Eyes closed and body shuddering as the wind coiled about her. Drove between her thighs and battered at what reserves she had. Alise shivered and huffed, body winking, dripping onto the ground now. She groaned under her breath and hurried. Steps starting to waver now.

Equal parts instinct and training kept her mostly safe. Though she nearly ran into some soldiers. A large elephant snorted and looked at her. Trunk reaching for her cloak before she darted away. A wolf eyed her up and licked his lips with a grin. Though hesitated as his eyes traced what she was looking at. Trying to guess if she was really heading for the tent or not.

For the first time in her life, she entered the war tent after a victory. She could almost feel the wolf's disappointment as she did.

The grand map table and chairs had been removed. New curtains hung around the room, creating small stalls. Some people were already here, men and women already situated on their benches. Each knelt, either facing into or away from the room. Curtains draped to hide all but what they offered. Here, a boar with her cunt already dripping with excitement, fingers drumming at her cunt. There a fox with the black tip of their muzzle exposed, licking their lips in anticipation.

Alise could feel the stand running out as she stepped in. Eyes darted around the tent before picking a vacant stall. She all but ran to it and threw back the curtains.

Then froze as she saw the bench. Rich, soft padding atop sturdy oak. It had several layers to it, clearly meant to support her stomach while her legs rested lower down. There were places for her arms and head to rest, ensuring her comfort for the hours to come.

Sand trickled away. She was running out of time.

Throwing her cloak off, the proud Mage Knight steeped into the alcove and knelt. Wood creaked under her weight as she settled down breathing out a quiet huff of her own. The bench itself forced her to spread her knees. Rear hiked up and back as she pulled the curtain. Darkness surrounded her as the cloth draped itself over her spine, leaving her backside out in the open as she leaned forward. Biting her lip now as she felt her backside become fully exposed to any that walked in. Her nostrils flared as she snorted in embarrassment. Puffing the tent wall out in front of her. Air wafted in and caressed her again, making her burning cunt wink out of raw need. She dropped her cloak to the ground and leaned forward, grasping the handles on the armrest.

Just as the last of the sand trickled down. A shiver raced along her spine as she felt it circle the glass before falling.

Then the tent's interior grew darker and the sounds from without became muffled. It felt as if time itself was slowing. Alise tried to draw a breath, but it felt as if her mind were encased in cold honey.

"Very impressive, my loyal Knight." Lord Vexx's voice was clear and concise, carrying a hint of pride and admiration to it. The phoenix stepped through the tent's flap and smirked. The fabric moved oddly, remaining up even as he stepped inside. "You'll forgive me for stealing a little time. As much as you wish to remain discreet, I do as well." He approached and his hand fell to her haunch, kneading it slowly, spreading her open. "So I am stretching a few seconds out for as long as I need. Now, I believe we had a deal."

He pulled his robe open, with her extended sight, Alise watched as his avian body morphed and shifted. Those slender legs grew thicker, toes melding into powerful hooves. Between one second and the next, the phoenix adopted the look of a hippogryph. "This," he reached down to feel his heavy sac and plump sheath, "should suffice."

The bench shifted on its own as he stepped toward. Despite the male standing upright, she could hear his voice in her ear, "Remember though," he stroked his equine cock. Grinding the thick head across her aching petals. "Stay quiet, lest all know the great Alise Emberfury is available to," pressing his tip to her, he gripped her hips and slammed his body forward, "breed."

One fell plunge drove every inch of that royal cock into her. Alise felt her spine tense and lift, back arching in slow motion as instinct made her present herself. Eyes widened with agonizing slowness as the magical male drove every inch he had into her. Not stopping until his balls clapped off her body and medial ring stretched her aching slit.

He was big. Readily the largest male she'd ever seen or felt. Lord Vexx filled every inch of her, his tip crashing against her cervix. With time slowed as it was, her body barely reacted even as her mind raced. Head reeling back as the male grunted, "Which means I will be swift, Mare."

He grunted and wrenched his hips back. Her insides rippled and clenched as swift as they could, but her entire body lagged behind. Still reeling from that first thrust even as the male slammed in again. And again. Each impact shot through her senses before her body could react. Plump backside only just beginning to ripple as the male rutted her like some wild beast.

Alise felt shock and awe course though her at his raw power. To be able to change his form, slow time, and still fuck her? What else was he capable of?

Octavian smirked down at Alise. She was a favorite of his. Loyal, unquestioning, smarter than she appeared, and took well to her powers. Plus he always had a weakness for mares. Still though, she had avoided her duties for some time. That would earn her a small punishment, one befitting of the crime.

The male rolled his shoulders and increased his pace. Robes open and shielding what he was doing to her. Not that any other would notice. He'd be gone before time picked back up, even if Alise was fully aware of everything he did to her. Oh she was wet and clung to him so deliciously. Her body taut with pent up need and desire. Every fiber of her being was screaming for him. For what he was going to gift her. Yes, she would bear him a foal, a healthy one. One that would resemble her far more, at least until it was mature and ready to unleash it's heritage.

It wouldn't be alone. No, she did owe him several offspring. Children every bit as healthy and hearty as she. Octavian grinned as the mere thought sent raw pleasure through him. Twins? No. He grinned at the thoughts. Triplets? How mundane. His pace increased and breathing grew heavier. Five, maybe six all at once, that would be the ticket.

Though it was more than that thought. He could feel his flare dragging on her insides and balls growing tight. Leaning forward, he gripped her hips tighter and delivered several concussive thrusts before slamming in one last time. Grunting as he unloaded into her, painting her deepest reaches with his mystical seed. Flooding her with the fires of his loins until he was panting and spent.

Then he noticed a paint stick nearby and smirked.

Alise's mind was reeling as Vexx rutted her. She could feel her orgasm, or was it orgasms, building in her. The achingly slow tightness coursed through her body as he so casually made use of her. And then she felt it. The flare and bucks, knowing that he would unload into her. Flood her with that rich seed of his. When it hit, it was an inferno. Spunk blazing against her insides, splashing against her battered wall, and pouring through her final barrier. His soldiers invading her temple and laying siege to the waiting eggs.

The first waves of her peak were just cresting as she watched him pick up a paint stick. With a casual grace, he began to write on her. Unused with an arrow aimed at her rear. Needy on the other cheek with another arrow at her freshly seeded pussy. Brood Mare across her lower back. That one would have made her cheeks flush, but she could feel her mind starting to fracture under the slow, stately progress of bliss.

Hands came to rest on her calves and Lord Vexx leaned in. Head pushed through the curtains as he leaned over her and hissed. "Now begins the fun part, Dear Alise. I will leave you here until morning." The pressure on her legs increased. When he pulled his hands away, heavy cloth straps leapt to secure her. "Can't have you leaving and not upholding your end of the bargain. Can we? Though I will allow some leeway. You do not have to be silent. Grunts, moans, other primal noises will be allowed. Just don't let any words slip or the spell of anonymity will end."

Lord Octavian Vexx stood up and pulled out. His cock slipped free with a heavy, wet schlorp and a resounding pop. Yet not a drop of his seed left her. In fact it looked as if she hadn't just been brutally rutted by the largest male she'd ever felt. Her body looked fresh, new, and ready for a stud. He smirked and finished by writing three words across her backside. Give Her Foals.

Then Lord Vexx left her, bound and waiting.

All at once, time came rushing back and crashed into her like a tidal wave. She heard and felt it rush at her, battering her senses and leaving her swimming. It took all she had to not scream out as her multiple orgasms slammed into her all at once. Each rushing and swirling through her mind before the last even had the chance to wane. Even without the magic increasing her sensitivity, the King could have brought her to peak. With that aiding him, it was all she could do to simply remain conscious. Hips bucked and heaved as her pussy winked and trembled. Her excitement squirting from her and across the floor. She grunted and groaned like some feral beast. Head bowed and ears pinned back. The jingle of the bells on her tail all the louder in the tent. Making her keenly aware of how her tail was up and flagged. Exposing her to any onlookers like some… beast ripe for the breeding.

Not that she had to wait long before the first came upon the tent. Tall, black furred feline walked in. Oh she recognized that shaggy brown hair and those shocking green eyes anywhere. It was Fawkes, a Sargent in the army. He had a certain reputation. More than that, he shouldn’t be here. He wasn’t an officer and this was supposed to be a tent for the officers! She was supposed to be taken by the finest soldiers here. That’s why she was in the officer’s tent.

She bit her lip as Fawkes stood in the entryway. Praying that he didn’t notice her, that something else caught his eye. All she would have to do is wait it out.

A breeze swept past the cat and brushed over her burning nethers. She shivered, unable top stop her tail from hiking further. The bells woven into her tail chimed merrily right as her pussy winked. Juices squirted and dripped down her thighs. Falling to the ground with a nearly silent platter.

The tall feline’s ears perked and his head swung around. A grin crawling over his lips. “Well, what’s all this?” he said with a low, devious purr. Fawkes took a step forward and let his eyes purposefully trail all over the presented backside. A lovely, almost fiery read pelt on her. Not unlike that uptight bitch Alise. He shook his head and chuckled. This wasn’t her, couldn’t be, but someone had gotten a gal that was close in color and dolled her all up. Ears perked as he took another step forward and looked down.

“Well well,” he hummed and let his foot brush over a wet spot on the ground. “Someone is excited isn’t she?” The Sargent boldly walked up behind the mare and grinned. “Have to see about fixing this for you, make it all better.” He ran his fingers along his belt with a wider grin. Though his eyes darted over her body as that inflamed cunt winked again. Mouth going dry before he licked his lips. “After I get a little something going first.”

The tent had been broken up by little alcoves made from hanging up curtains and blankets. Stepping into the one with the mare, Fawkes felt a bit isolated. Like it was just him and her. No one else mattered here. Planting a hand on her rear, he leaned in and brushed his rough tongue over her pussy lips. The mare jumped and squealed. Her leg tensed and he heard her hoof clatter off the bench she was on. A glance told him she was strapped down, so it was safe. His lips split into a wider grin as he leaned in. Lapping at her wet cunt with quick little licks. Using the rougher surface of his tongue to make her jump and pant. Flesh twitching as she both tried to pull away and wink invitingly.

“Oh there’s just something about a winking mare that makes me want to…” he trailed off and brought his hands up. Fingers stroking along the outer lips of her pussy. Teasing the mare before spreading her open. Even that was enough to almost blast him in the face with the raw heat radiating off her. The primal need that warmed her body so. The cat breathed out on her pussy, puffing his breath right on her tender flesh.

A twitch. Her body winked in arousal again. Flexing and pushing out her clit as if to show off to the male behind her. Fawkes struck, lips curling around her engorged clit. The mare squealed again and jerked her hips. Squirming as much as she could within her bonds. Which was enough to mash her pussy right into his face. Fawkes only responded by purring around her clit. Suckling and licking on it. Fingers diving in to play with her heated pussy. Feeling and hearing just how wet she was.

That bastard! Alise gasped to herself, wanting to cover her mouth, but her hands couldn’t move. The large mare could only hang her head in shame as pleasure shot and rippled through her. Each stroke of his tongue, every brush of lip and fang against her body was pleasure. Raw, unimaginable pleasure that coursed through her and sparked things she’d long forgotten. It was only the memory of the deal that kept her from calling out. Head hung and ears pinned back as she groaned in almost feral shame. Her insides shook and body heaved under his actions.

He grinned as the female writhed on the bench. She was an eager one and he could feel his own pants tightening. Every bit of her screamed to be bred like some common dam. A broodmare meant for nothing more than a place to warm ones cock. He pushed his pants down and fished his own cock out. Nice and thick, above average length, nothing to sneeze at. The black cat stroked his engorged rod as his tongue bathed her clit. Feeling how the bitch squirmed and jerked.

Then a breathy squeal, a guttural noise as her head dropped. His antics would have been too much on the best of days. Right here and now? She could only hold on as pleasure surged through her. Right there, right on the face of a subordinate, Alise Emberfury came explosively. Body jerking up and back as she grunted and groaned. Pussy lips winking and flexing as they tried to grab onto whatever was there. Fawkes continued to play with her. Using fingers to tease her insides and squeeze her clit. Making her hold on for just that beat longer. All while her juices soaked his face and the cat lapped it up.

“Fuck yeah,” he panted as her climax began to die down. The lanky cat immediately stood up, wasting no time in stepping behind her. Pants about his thighs as he steppe forward. Bringing his cock down on her backside with a meaty Thwak that made her hips jolt. His tip slid down her soft lips and spread them. Fawkes grinned, wiggling his tip up and down in a way that made her grunt, whine, and pin her ears back. Alise was grateful that the curtain hid her front, lest he see how her ears were folded in shame and need.

He didn’t make her wait long before powering in. Cock driving up to the hilt in a single thrust. He was large, especially for a cat, but her body was meant to handle larger. Even so, she clung to every inch of him. Soaking his flesh in her arousal and making him gasp at just how hot she was. “Fuuuck,” he breathed out and clung to that wide backside. Having to support himself as his knees went weak. Shivering and shaking for a moment as he panted. Head swimming from the juices that clung to his face. Fawkes planted his hands on those delicious, wide hips below him and hunched forward. Lips curled back as he breathed in, cock surging within the bound mare.

Then he threw himself against her with reckless abandon.

Alise nearly cried out as he pulled back. The foreign feeling of a feline’s barbs made her silky insides twitch and leap. Followed by the now-familiar impact of a male’s hips off hers. The wet crack of his hips meeting hers, the softer smack of his balls off her thigh. She grunted, the noise deeply primal, wanting it despite herself. Fawkes hissed, snarled, and pulled back. Hammering home again. “Fucking good mare,” he hissed and slapped her ass. Hand cracking off her thigh as he threw himself into each thrust. Lifting onto his toes, rocking back on his heels. Tail lashed behind himself as he hammered and fucked her like there was no tomorrow.

Her heat soaked into his flesh. Making his cock ache in the best way as it tingled over his length. This was a bitch ripe for the breeding. He didn’t know what a horse/cat would look like. Didn’t care. All that mattered was that he had to pump his load into her. Had to be the first to lay claim to her sparkling clean pussy. Unaware that his lord had already seeded her. Not that it would matter. He was walking in the footsteps of a godling. Plundering the path only eldritch beings had tread before.

“Raaaa,” Fawkes gasped. Shifting both hands to one hip. He angled his body and stepped forward, planting his foot beside hers. The cat dug in harder, faster. Throwing every fiber of his being into it. Savoring the sweet sound and feel of his hips clapping off hers. Watching how her flesh rippled under him. And those moans. Oh the sweet whines and whimpers. Pants and gasps as her body tightened around him. Winking about his flesh as it struggled to keep up with the feline’s pace. “Ha… haaaarrr,” he breathed frantically.

As expected, Alise lost the race. Shoulders hunched and ears hung low as she felt the second orgasm in as many minutes crash through her. The mare bit on her lip and heaved out a shaking grunt.

Claws dug into her hip as Fawkes felt the tsunami of her climax crash against him. The Sargent snarled, baring teeth as he threw himself into her once more. Gladly giving up his seed into that grasping depth. Pumping thick, heavy feline spunk so deep into the mare’s thirsting depths. Savoring the feel of her clit twitching against his balls as he pushed in and rocked.

Without thinking, almost against her own will, Alise’s magical vision dipped lower and drew close. Watching how Fawkes' rear clenched and balls twitched. Vision locked in on the sight of him as he filled her up. Hips barely rocking as he panted. Then began to pull back with a sigh. Cock falling out of her, drooling cum onto her thighs. Leaving it to drip down her body and onto the ground as he purred his delight. Fawkes grinned and spread her cheeks with a hand. “Damn,” he panted, pleased with himself.

As he pulled out, his eyes dropped to the paint sticks tucked within a pocket nearby. He couldn’t help but smile as he added a tally-mark to her rear. Not noticing a second line sizzle into being as he did so. Right across her back, he wrote in clear letters, “Trusty Steed” and underlined it with a flourish. The cat laughed and gave her rear a swat. “I’ve gotta get before someone spots me, but I’ll be back later. Maybe after some drinks and chow. Give you another one.” The cat grinned and pulled his pants up. Sauntering out and into the night, leaving Alise panting and shivering in the aftershocks of her rutting.

Nearby, Second Class Battle Mage Victoria lay on a padded bench. The dragoness rolled her head, purple scales glittering in the dark. “Tsk,” she rolled her eyes at the commotion coming from nearby. Sounded like some absolute whore being hammered and loving every moment of it. All that squealing and gasping. So undignified. Especially as someone. Else immediately went to work and that slut began to grunt like some beast. How uncouth.

She took a breath and lay her head back on her hands with a sigh. She’d never end up like that. She had pride, dignity, she was a dragon! Yes, she’d been uplifted by a bargain with Lord Vexx. Otherwise, she’d never find herself naked and lounging about like this. All part of the bargain. ‘Ensuring the next generation of greatness’ or something like that. All she had to do was make it through tonight without any brutes visiting her. Which is why she was laying on her back. All the guys seemed to like seeing those plump rears. Not just a pair of legs…

“Well well,” a deeper voice rumbled, “look at this.” A large, warm hand came down on her thigh. Nearly encircling it before lifting, two thick fingers ran along the fine scales of her pussy lips before pushing in. Victoria bit her lip and jerked, hissing as the male spread her open. Her body immediately began to respond to his touch, growing warm and willing. She could feel the innate magics of the breeding bench tingling along her back and surging through her body. “She’s wet too.”

The dragoness lifted her head, wondering who had the audacity to touch her! A curtain blocked her view, preserving what little dignity she had left. Which meant she was trying to place the voice. The hands were impossible to place though. Especially as the fingers twisted and hooked. Brushing something inside her that made her gasp and grab onto the bench.

“Eager too, don’t worry though. I’ve got just what you need.” Leather creaked as the male undid his belt. Something very heavy and firm cracked off her bare pussy a second later. The impact of his cock off her body enough to make her head jolt up. Thick, heavy, bumps along the underside brushed over her as the soldier ran his cock against her. “Bet you can’t wait for this,” he growled. Prompting her to grow in return, lip curling back to show off her teeth. Not that he could see or care. He rocked his hips just a second. Teasing her as he adjusted his grip. Gripping her thighs and lifting them to his chest before he brought his tip down. Which is when she realized two things.

He was thick.

He was far larger than expected!

“W-wait!” she managed to squeak before the male drove forward. The dragoness yelped and threw her head back as the large, thick male spread her open. The sheer size of him enough to make her eyes roll back and knock the breath from her lungs. His tip crashed against the gates of her womb an instant before his balls clapped off her body.

A dark chuckle, “Wait? Second Class Victoria,” nails scraped over her thighs and wound down to her hips. Gripping her rear, “I am not waiting one…” he pulled back and delivered a thrust that rocked her and the bench. “Second.” Another thrust that made her gasp and sputter. “Longer!” the male snarled as he began to slam his body into hers. Rutting her like he was some great beast. Balls and body clapping off her body. Making bench and bitch creak under his assault as she gasped and squealed.

The shape of him, the texture, was unlike any she’d felt before. He stretched her to her absolute limit. Each thrust drove the breath from her lungs, only for her to suck the air back in as he pulled out. Body twitching and quaking around him as she soaked him in her raw heat.

She stared at the curtain as the male leaned forward. Each animalistic breath puffed the barrier forward. Her only warning before he’d slam himself in and knock at her personal barrier. The chiseled tip of his cock battering it. Threatening to break through with each plunge. Her body weakened with every stroke, giving into the male’s unrelenting force.

Worse, her body was loving it. Each savage rut was met with a trembling grasp. Her pussy lathered him in rich juices. Filled the air about her with the scent of her excitement. Her thighs and rear stung from the impact of his firm hide off hers. Yet each shock, every impact, sent raw jolts of pure pleasure through her. Her tail lashed, snapped against the bindings, and stopped short. The dragoness grabbed at the bench and let out a groaning, snarling call. One that broke into a shaking, slavering yell as her orgasm crashed against her. The bellow broken by the male’s unrelenting thrusts.

He snarled and slammed forward. Tip battering her cervix one last time. Then it popped through and his body clapped off hers. Victoria’s orgasmic scream broke into a yelp and breathless gasps. Eyes rolling back as his body continued to hammer her. The male barely moved his hips.

Then she felt it. A steady swelling at her entrance that grew larger and heavier. Her head tried to snap up, but she had no strength. The dragoness could only groan in protest as the male’s knot grew thick and heavy. Trapping his entire length within her. His swelling length throbbed inside her, stretching every inch of her body. Pushing her to her very limits as she tried to call out, to ask him to stop, anything.

“RRRrrrroooohhh…” he groaned and gave one more thrust. Heavy balls tensed and lifted, pumping his seed right into her vulnerable womb. Victoria’s head rolled and she caught sight of her own body. The curtain shifting as he filled her. Swelling her womb with his heavy cream. Each shot making her swell even more. Ensuring that she’d certainly end up with a hearty clutch before he slipped free.

He chuckled, “Whoops,” the curtain parted enough to let the tip of his muzzle slide through, “Shouldn’t have knotted. Ah well, it’ll be a bit before I can pull out, so get comfortable.” He gave her rear a swat and laughed, pulling back. Fingers sliding down her thigh to stroke her clit. Massaging it against his throbbing knot. Making the dragoness squirm and bite her lip with another hiss. “Least we can have some more fun, eh?” he broke out a deep laugh.

"Ahhh," came the raspy growl as one of the drake twins ran his hands over Alise's hips. The huge, brutish male was crammed knot deep into her. That viciously pointed tip lodged painfully into her cervix. She could feel each shot of his molten cum as it added to the pool in her. "That's a good mare ain't she? Even got a nice squeal from. Her when I went all in." The male, whose name eluded her sex-fogged brain, pulled back to test his tie. "Oops," came the dark laugh as he stretched her pussy before coming free with a wet plop. "Ah well, just have to find somewhere else to stick this."

His tongue rolled as he let his cock rest on her ass. Drooling and spurring cum all over her backside as he scrawled something she couldn't make out. It looked like he as trying to write, "Ruined Cunt," but couldn't quite get the spelling. Then he added a tally mark to her haunch, it was up to five now. Alise's head was swimming as she focused on breathing.

Relief came as the drake turned to look at his twin with a, "Oi! You weren't supposed to knot that Cunt! I wanted a go next." Alise's magical vision followed as the crimson drake stormed over to his equally red twin and began to argue. Which of course jostled the poor purple dragoness the one was tied to, and brought some squeals from her.

Better her than me, Alise thought to herself, that one brute nearly broke her with his ferocity. Now she could barely hang her head and breath. Eyes drifting as she tried to get some rest.

Not that she would get much of it. Her next suitor came sauntering up. Theo, a specialist, she'd had him help her a few times in the past. Now here the dog was, just waltzing up behind her with a whistled, "Someone has been ridden hard." He laughed and let his tongue roll out. Tan fur almost shining in the low light as he undid his pants. "Definitely been put up wet too." He traced his fingers around the cum that stained her rear and haunches. Then down to her swollen, still hurting hot, pussy lips. "Never been with a mare, bet it's gonna be like throwing a sausage into a great hall." Alise felt her cheeks burn as the dog pulled out his cock and began to stroke it. Average length and size, not the smallest she'd had today, but far from the largest. Thankfully it was rather plain, mushroom tip and smooth shaft. No knot to torture her poor pussy with.

Theo chuckled, "Well, I guess this is what I get for coming up later." He breathed out a sigh as he stepped close to her and let his tip glide along her folds. Just nudging and pushing. Teasing the bound mare enough to make her wink. He watched as her body flexed and clit flashed at him. A hefty spurt of juices following a second later to dribble over the ground. "Absolutely filled to the brim. I'm sure a little more won't hurt will it?" The dog stuck his tongue out and teased her a second more. Rubbing his tip up and down her lips. Surprised at just how warm she was still. Those soft lips flexing, almost begging him to push in.

With a casual yawn, he rocked his hips forward. Burying his cock into her with that single push.

Almost immediately Theo had to grab onto her wide hips and brace himself. It felt like the wind got knocked out of him. He huffed, panting as the raw, primal heat of this mare soaked into his flesh and threatened to set him off. Not only was she tighter than he'd imagined, but it felt like her body was molding itself to fit him perfectly. His fingers dug into her rear as he held himself there. Body shaking, trembling over her as he felt his balls tense and twitch. So close to loosing himself already. He ground his teeth and groaned before drawing back. It had to be a fluke. It just had to be, there was no way that she was...

The second thrust was worse than the first. His jaw almost his chest as he hung his head. Groaning low in his throat. Tail stiff and waving behind him. Every bit of confidence and swagger melted away as he tried to hold himself still and regain his pace.

Except she pushed back into him. Grinding, pushing herself into him. Alise knew that if she could get him to finish fast, then she’d likely have a moment of relief. Panic began to roll up his spine as he bit his lip and whined. She was too good. Too tight. That warmth of her heat soaked him to the core. Send a shock up his spine that told him to breed her. Demanded his seed no matter what his body wanted. Theo tried to hold back, tried to slow himself down. Yet his hips just kept going. Fast, shallow thrusts. Clapping his body off her backside. He couldn't help himself as his sac began to tighten. Tongue rolling from his maw, drooling onto his dark neck fur as he rolled his head. He took a deep breath and tried to steady himself.

Now that was the real mistake. The raw scent of sex and fertility from the numerous people here? Oh it reached something deep in his brain and stroked just right. He whined low in his throat and shook. Body hammering this devilish mare with quick, shallow bucks. He couldn't stop, wouldn't stop, it was inevitable and unstoppable.

"HaaaHAA!" came the yelp as he threw himself against her. One foot kicked up and planted on the back of her calf. Every fiber of his being hummed with lust as he threw himself into her one last time. Gasping and panting as he gave up his seed to that glorious cunt. Adding his own load to what was inside her. Thousands upon millions of soldiers racing into the mare and surging into her depths. Combating with dragon, phoenix, feline, and more. Trying to home in on one of her eggs. It would be a battle that would last hours, days, and the results wouldn't be known for weeks. Yet he gave it his all and pulled out. Still shaking, panting, as he looked down at her with a slow, "Fuuuck."

He had been beaten by this unknown female. The small victory he had? Another hash mark on her haunches. Theo panted as he pulled back. Tucking his cock back into his pants and glancing around at the others. Ears perked and folding back and forth.

"All done with this one?" a rough voice came a second before a hand pushed him aside. A tall hyena, missing an eye and with more scars than teeth, flashed a toothy grin. Her tongue stuck out of the side of her jaw, "Yeah, you're all done with this one." Aisha laughed as she whipped her own pants down. The hyena's large cock dropped out, heavy balls clapping off her thigh. "Oh I am going to have fun with this one." Her large, rough hand came down on the mare's ass and clapped it firmly. A hard enough to make Alise jump and yelp.

The mage felt her magical vision roll around. Out of all the people she'd been expecting to come around, Aisha was among the last she'd hoped to find. Though it was strange, since the hyena was all alone. Usually she traveled with several of her own lackeys. Da Boys she called them with glee. As a unit, they were unstoppable in combat. Outside of that? They were absolute terrors wherever they went.

Her body jolted as Aisha opened her jaws wide and nearly engulfed her backside. The hyena's brutish tongue drove deep into her cunt and began to lap at her wetly. Alise had to bite her lip to keep from gasping as that tongue went Far deeper than should have been possible. "Heat and cum from lottsa guys, delicious," the hyena cackled and bit at the mare's rear before diving in again. Slurping wetly, lapping away at Alise's poor pussy as her hips rocked back out of instinct. Aisha rocked into the licking, her cock swinging up higher with each lap. Growing harder, thicker, making Alise's insides roil with fear.

"Shh, gonna get caught."

A second voice, "Not caught if you keep watch!"

"You keep watch!" A sound of scuffling outside the tent. A body thumped against the fabric, making it smack off Alise's nose. She swung her vision around and saw Aisha's Boys waiting outside the tent.

Some scuffling and jostling before they settled on some order. The winner flashed a grin and pulled out a wicked looking knife. Light glistened off the blade as he made a quick cut through the fabric and reached through. His fingers finding Alise's muzzle almost immediately, "Got it..." Alise tried to pull away from the fingers, shocked at the audacity of the hyena males. Except that Aisha's tongue [b]ground hard against her G-spot and the mare yelped.

Fingers dove into her maw and felt her tongue down, "Yis, Aisha with this one. Flat teeth, wide tongue... We gots a mare!" She tried to pull away, but the hyena’s grip was like iron. He cut the tent and pushed it back just enough to expose her nose. Alise froze, not wanting the tent to get opened up more. It’d expose her face then, and no amount of magic would hide her shame then.

More scuffling, "Shhh, then get to it. Want my turn!"

The male at the tent wall huffed, "You keep watch, I get off first." Even with the order, he cast a quick glance around as he fished his cock out. A few pumped got him hard enough to push through the hole he'd cut. "Hey," he smacked his cock off Alise's muzzle. The male's powerful scent invading her senses, "heeey, get sucking like good whore."

Oh she wanted to bite, to pull away, anything else, but her body was bound and secured. With his fingers prying her mouth open, she could only watch as he slapped her face a few times before bring his tip down. Wrinkling her nose, she tried to lick at him. Maybe coax him to go somewhere else. No such luck. She almost gagged as the cock speared into her mouth. Eyes watering as she rolled her head and tried to push him out with her tongue.

Aisha clapped off her ass, "Sounds like da Boys found ya," She let out a low cackle and stood up. Girthy hyena pole thumping off Alise's rear. "Means I gotta try to outlast all of them. Hope you're ready for it, Horse."

Large as Alise was, the hyena was that much stronger. Aisha wrenched Alise back into her thrust. Picking up the mare and bench before driving them both forward with a grunt. The clap of her hips off Alise's sent a stinging, stunning ripple through the entire mare and made her squeal around the male's cock. Which only encouraged him and had his hips rocking forward with a groaned noise of pleasure. Mashing his groin into her muzzle and grinding there before drawing back. Casually fucking her face as her tongue fought on him. Panting, probably drooling, as he did so. All while Aisha built up a steady pace. Each thrust made Alise's ass jiggle and ripple. The steady, stinging impact of her thrusts and the clap of her heavy balls off the mare's body made her shudder and huff.

A few stalls down, Brayden's ear twitched and the wolftaur shifted. Someone was getting fucked, with a capital F. He let out a little yawn and a laugh of his own, shaking his head. Still couldn't believe he was in one of these stalls. Well, he'd shown up a bit late, but he was here. Not exactly where he'd wanted to be tonight, but he'd made a bet. In this army, a bet was a bet and it was as good as a contract. You either honored those, or you'd find yourself in a really bad situation. Still though, this wasn't too bad. He'd found a bench, got settled, and then laid down. It was cozy, which was shocking. The furniture was actually large enough for a creature his size. Now all he had to do was wait until.

"Well, well what's this?" A massive, rough hand came down on his backside, "Looks like a prime bit of wolf ass." The rough hands felt up his rear and spread his cheeks. “Good sac,” the stranger palmed his balls, “tight feeling ass, just gonna need a little prep work.” Breath puffed against Brayden’s backside as the unseen stranger leaned in. Then came the tongue. Pressing slowly against him, rolling slowly, then in. Steady, unrelenting, and incredibly long. Brayden ground his teeth and tensed his entire body. Shuddering as he felt the tongue sweep around inside him.

“Fuck,” be breathed under his breath, “any deeper and he’s gonna be kissing me.” The wolftaur hung his head, bright mohawk shaking as he breathed out a deeper huff. Cheeks growing hot as he felt his sheath swelling.

The tongue pulled back with a loud slurp, “Oh don’t tempt me, Pup.” Brayden’s ears twitched then folded back. There was only a few people that dared call him Pup, and one of them was Iron Oak. A rather large grizzly bear, and the reason he was here. How was he to know that the bear had that good of a hand when he made the bet!

Oak’s hand shifted and grabbed his sheath, pumping it as the bear dove back in. Lapping wetly at the taur’s backside. Brayden couldn’t stop himself from whining and panting. His hips almost moved on their own, rocking up and back as the bear’s rough hands kept playing with him. Fondling his sheath, pulling it back enough to tease his tip, then pump over his shaft. All while his tongue pushed so incredibly deep and swirled this way and that. Grinding against his prostate then up.

Not for too long though. Oak pulled away with a slurp and smack of his lips. “Now, what did you say when you lost? Get fucked?” His chuckle was rough, like boulders falling down a cliff. Brayden felt a chill of fear race through him as the bear’s thick, blunt tip nudged his prepared backdoor. “Don’t mind if I do.”

Oak’s plunge was slow, stately. Letting Brayden feel every throb and pulse of his length as it sank in. He knew that Oak was big, they’d hung out often enough that he’d seen the bear. Knowing it and feeling it were two entirely different things. Made all the worse by the bear’s stately progress. Moving his hips nice and slow. All while his hand was practically flying over the wolftaur’s length. Brayden ducked his head and ground his teeth. Groaning as he felt his cock twitch. Shooting precum onto the ground in his growing excitement.

Then the bear was in him, or at least his tip was. Oak’s weight came down on Brayden’s backside. The large male let one hand rest on the wolftaur’s backside, the other casually stroking and fondling that sheath. Never slowing even as his hips casually rocked. Taking his sweet time in working himself up. All while he was pushing Brayden to the edge. Every moment made the wolf grind his teeth and huff. Balls already bouncing as his knot grew in his sheath.

Deft fingers pushed his sheath back and let his cock leap out. Oak breathed out a low, growling sigh as he finally buried himself in that backside. Starting with short, shallow thrusts. Each bare rock of his hips enough to jostle even the large wolftaur. Brayden could hear wood creak and groan under him as he huffed. Shoulders hunching, hips rocking up and back into the bear. He felt hot, worked up beyond belief. He couldn’t stop himself from pushing into the hand and hips of the male behind him.

Fingers closed tight around his knot and made the wolftaur leap. He ground his teeth and groaned, huffing and snarling as his knot throbbed. Grew fat and thick, entire cock began to swell. “Fffff!” he hissed through clenched jaws. Oak was a pro at making it feel like he’d been tied to something! The way his fingers rolled and milked, tugging just so. No way Brayden could resist. His cock jerked, balls lifted, and he felt that too familiar tingle of joy surging up from his loins!

Only to have the bear release his cock and grow still. Brayden gasped, head shooting up as his cock leapt. The stiff length slapped off his own belly, on the very cusp of release. Yet denied entirely for the moment. He couldn’t help it as a whine slipped out of his lips.

A dark chuckle, “Oh don’t worry Pup. I’ll let you finish. Eventually.” Oak shifted on the other side of the curtain. “Maybe when someone else wants a piece of you. Until then…” the heavy hand on his hip pulled back and the bear delivered a spank that echoed through the tent. “I can do this for a good hour easy. Maybe two.” Another laugh, then the slow and deliberate thrusts began again. Rocking him into the bench.

Alise was fighting a losing battle. Her head was swimming, each breath brought her the strong musk of a hyena. Some relief did come as the latest male pulled away from her maw. Uttering an open-mouthed call as he came. Painting her exposed nose and mouth with his cum. She coughed as he pulled back, more cum rolling from the corners of her mouth. How many of the males had fucked her face? It felt like a dozen, but it couldn’t be. They hadn’t given her a chance to recover. As soon as one finished, the next would shove his way in. Sometimes before the other male was even out of her mouth.

Then there was Aisha. That brutish woman had proven to have stamina to last. Fucking her through… Alise lost count of how many orgasms. She could feel another shuddering through her poor body. Juices pattering onto the ground as she let out a mulish groan.

Relief came as the woman behind her finally tightened her grip. Nails dug into bound thighs as Aisha threw her entire weight forward and let out a cackling howl. Warmth exploded into the draft mare. That now too-familiar heat of virile cum filling her to the brim and beyond. Each shot adding to the growing mess that filled her womb and drooled out in thick strands. She huffed, panting as her eyes rolled back in her head. Relief would come briefly as the woman pulled out with a wet plop. More cum drooling down Alise’s body. She could feel another tally mark on her haunch, then writing on her back. Not that she could see what it was. She’d lost concentration on her magical sight some time ago. Her vision blurred, trying to focus on the tent wall in front of her. She felt her entire world swimming as she breathed. Last. I just need to last until morning. I can survive.

Barbs raked her insides as a male snarled on the other side of the tent. Alise squealed and tried to kick as he rolled his hips just so. Which prompted a dark laugh that sent shivers up her spine. The male’s hand’s felt strange on her hips. As if they’d been reversed or something. That triggered something in the back of her mind, but what? She couldn’t remember, it was getting harder to think as the night went on. All she had to do was…

Deep grunts, almost feral sounding squeals came from the bound mare. Rage. She was using rage now, trying to keep her focus by just fucking hating whoever was with her. She thrashed and bucked, trying to kick the male behind her. Hooves clattered against the bonds. They flexed and moved, keeping her from hurting herself, despite the noise. Focus, push against the haze from the almost constant fucking. The countless orgasms. The relentless males who had invaded the tent and violated her body.

Which of course, the male misunderstood. “Fuuck yeah!’ bellowed the stallion as he held onto her hips. Cock hammering all the right spots inside her. His flare grew more with each thrust. Virile sac lifting as he got ready to fill her up. “Fucking brood mare is right!” He brayed, slapping her ass with enough force to nearly leave a hand print.

Cum and saliva drooled from her maw. Every sense reduced to a hum as she stared blankly at the wall. Rats, a swarm of them, expert sappers and wonderful covert agents. They were unrelenting against her. Each person only got once inside the tent with each partner, but she knew some had slipped outside and were using her mouth. She had no time between each. Hands, hands everywhere. All over her face, holding her up as their cocks hammered her mouth. More hands on her backside as they vied for who was going next. The moment one of the rodent’s shockingly large balls were emptied into her, the next would be ready to go. This group alone added a dozen hashes to her rear and it wasn’t even all of them. Somehow they even got two in her at the same time, climbing and crawling on her without passing that curtain barrier. She couldn’t keep her head up, but they didn’t care. Just shoving their messy cocks into her slack jaws. Pumping across her weak tongue before adding to the mess that covered her face. It didn’t matter to them that she had passed out some time ago. Her body was still willing. Still winking with each weak climax as the tide of rats surged upon her.

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“You are looking radiant, My Emberfury.” Lord Vexx peered down his beak at her with a smirk. “And you aren’t the only one.” Alise’s ears barely twitched and she felt only the slight warmth on her cheeks. It had been months since the victory, her belly hung heavy with foals. She didn’t know how many she had, Vexx had ordered the medics not to tell her. Barely halfway through her pregnancy and she looked ready to burst. It had to be six at least.

“Thank you, M’lord.” She bowed her head ever so slightly. Trying to keep her breathing steady as the male behind her kept thrusting. Gone was the shame of being bred and treated like breeding stock. Fucked out of her over the course of an evening and the months since. She didn’t bother wearing clothing unless she had to. All she had on now was her cloak, tossed aside so the visiting noble could make use of her.

She followed his gaze around the room. To other women soldiers and mages. A purple dragoness who almost clacked as she walked, with the number of egg she had. A sow who looked like she might have more than Alise. Even Aisha, the hyena, bore the marks of another brood. A broad grin on her maw as she cackled at her boys.

The phoenix smirked as he rolled his head, “I cannot wait to see the results. Though I feel like this won’t be your first or last. Will it?”

Alise shivered as the noble drove into her with a grunt. Pleasure radiating up her spine as his warmth filled her. “No, My Liege. I will gladly expand your army with many strong children.” She bowed her head and only huffed a little as the male pulled out. Tail up and showing off as she drooled onto the stone floor.

He chuckled, “Wonderful.”