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While the sun was beating down on him, high in the midday sky, the warrior lion didn’t miss a beat as his axe landed with a loud thud into the wood, splintering it further as he pulled back and got ready for the next blow. With his shirt off, crumpled up against his leather armor laying just in the grass a few steps away from where he was staged, the shirtless adventurer gave another loud chop into the tree, seeing it shake from the immense strength he was putting into each swing. Mordred was focusing on making good on his promise, laying into the tree with each successive swing as his fur glistened with sweat, the well defined muscles underneath easy to see in the sun as he continued to chop through the wood, working on felling the large tree. He had stayed at his small farm overnight, and vowed to repay with some work the next day, now working on his due by taking out the large tree that the older farmer couldn’t handle himself. The task was simple enough for him though, being used to defending himself or felling creatures of various sorts on his adventures. Standing about seven feet tall, various scars on display, Mordred’s bulky body was definitely a sight to look at, with strong muscles along his arms and a slight belly to him, the kind of musclegut physique one might associate with a strong man doing practical, daily labor. With a full mane and plenty of fur along his chest as well, he was the epitome of masculinity, and knew it too. The tree was standing no match to the axe he was swinging, cutting through it at a brisk pace. Even from quite a ways away, the minotaur farm girl could see he was a sight to look at, a bit distracted from her duties as she was staring as he worked some, already thinking of approaching. Garnet had always worked on the farm, her strong body showing it just as well as one might expect. She was slowly pouring some seed from a bucket into a few large pails on the ground, setting up the chicken’s daily feed as her attention was still drawn toward their guest. With the last of the feed slowly landing in the pile, she took the bucket with her, going to set it beside the barn before starting to make her way over, standing around six feet tall, not including her horns, and starting to realize that she was definitely shorter than the bulky lion. Unlike Mordred with his leather armor, she was wearing some simple, rather raggedy clothes, just a standard pair of pants and a shirt that wouldn’t have a problem getting dirty doing daily farm chores. Something she was somewhat putting on pause to get a closer look at the adventurer, unable to hold back the temptation to get a better look at him working on that tree. As she stepped in closer, she could more clearly see those rippling back muscles as the axe was being swung strike after strike, watching him work a bit while she got closer still, eyes drawn to his physique and his slight grunts and huffs of effort as he was working through the tree more and more, hearing it start to creak and crack as it was starting to lean. She watched as the lion moved to the side a bit, setting the axe down and raising up his leg, going to push at the tree and helping to guide it away as it leaned and cracked at the base, slowly falling with louder and louder noises of snapping branches and creaking wood before it slammed into the ground opposite of where she was standing, seeing the lion turn a bit with a smile, slightly panting and dripping with sweat. “Very well done.” She gave a slight smile as she said that, eyeing up the barrel-chested feline a bit. Mordred smiled at her a bit, hands on his hips as he was still just slightly catching his breath with a slight nod. “Wasn’t too much trouble, and I’m sure it will make plenty of the upcoming Winter nights more bearable.” He slowly moved to pick up the axe, going to sink it into the fallen tree with a thud before turning his attention back toward the admiring minotaur. “I’m not sure we met yet since I got here last night. I’m Mordred.” Garnet smiled at the introduction, almost blushing a bit as she was realizing just how much she was staring at his physique instead of staring at his eyes or paying much attention to his words, almost as if it were dulled by her distraction with his body. “I’m Garnet. It’s nice to meet you. I’m glad we could give you shelter for at least one night. Strong adventurers like yourself don’t travel here much these days.” “Oh, don’t I know it. Most still search for new lands instead of travelling the old roads, searching for new places they might find hidden riches or glory… I would be in such places myself if I wasn’t needed around these areas. Just because these areas and roads are worn, doesn’t mean there aren’t still creatures inhabiting the wilderness.” He had a slight smile, his voice deep and regal, much like his mane and his body. He had mostly caught his breath, still noticing how the eyes were looking over him, and deciding to do the same back. He found the farm girl to be quite strong looking, but in a good way, and didn’t mind admiring her body just as much. With a slight nod, noticing the eyes darting across her body, she smiled a bit. “We are certainly glad to have those such as yourself around to deal with creatures and keep things peaceful.” She took a few steps closer, closing the distance between her and the lion. She was starting to get a hint of his musk wafting from him, the glistening sweat not hiding how hard he was just working or the smell coming off him. She almost instinctively sniffed a bit at it, enjoying it a bit as she stepped closer still. “I wonder if there’s a way I could thank you myself… more personally?” She had that slight glint in her eye, slightly pushing out her chest a bit. She wanted to do more than just admire that body and the built lion, and definitely wanted to see more, just hoping that he felt the same way about her. As if he had the same idea in mind, Mordred slowly took a step forward as well, going to reach and arm out and slowly put it on the small of her back, leaving the axe in the tree but reaching down to pick up his shirt and his armor as he slowly started to guide her a bit while he walked. “Well, I’m sure we could work something out… I think there was a small shed for wood just a moment from here, right? Why don’t we enjoy each other’s company inside?” Garnet knew exactly the shed he was talking about, giving a slight nod and not saying anything as she was much closer to the lion now, seeing his muscles glistening with sweat, and seeing it drip down his pecs and onto his slight belly. She was definitely getting worked up already herself, blushing just a bit and looking just slightly up toward the lion, stepping with him and feeling that strong hand on her lower back. “Of course, that would be a great spot to get to know each other better.” Flashing a slightly toothy smile and a quick nod, Mordred was happy to guide the farm girl with him toward that wood shed, it being rather small and near the main cottage, but still out of the way enough that it wouldn’t have been a problem. There were only a few people that tended to the farm, and with one joining him the chance of anyone heading to get wood would be slim to nil. And looking over her body, he could already feel a slight stirring in his pants, getting thoughts already of what he’d like to do with the kind lady. A few steps on a slightly worn path later, they both were standing just in front of that shed. Leaning forward to grab the handle, the lion slowly pushed it open, smiling at Garnet and just softly pushing against her back to invite her in. “After you.” He got a slight smile back, as she slowly stepped inside, and carefully followed by himself. Making sure the door closed behind him, he looked around the small shed, seeing logs stacked on either side. “Allow me to arrange these a bit…” The lion slowly stepped past the farm girl, going to grab some of the logs and taking a few moments to move them just right, making it so it was more of a small bench or bed before turning back around. Seeing him slowly move the logs, she thought that the primary smell she would be getting inside the shed would be of all the cut wood. Instead, with the door closed, all she was getting was the thick musk coming from the lion, hitting her nose like a hammer and making her blush even more. She had already reached at her shirt, going to slowly pull it up off her head as he was arranging the logs, her thick breasts already out in view as he had turned back around, giving her a soft smile as he saw them. She wordlessly reached forward, grabbing at the waistband of the lion’s pants, going to tug them down a bit as she soon felt those strong hands moving to her hips, seeming to try and do the same for her. Pressing his hands into the waistband, the lion had rubbed over her hips slowly a bit before going to make sure those pants fell down, feeling the same happening with his and soon around his feet, seeing those eyes looking down at his crotch as he had a slight smile, knowing she would probably be surprised at just how heavy and fat his balls were. The mango sized orbs were hanging slightly low against his thighs, his uncut shaft slightly pulsing as it was getting a bit hard, especially as he felt the hands reaching to rub over his thighs a bit. “Why don’t I sit back and get comfortable, let you explore?” Looking back up at his eyes and giving a slight nod, slightly blushing, she felt him move away a bit, stepping out of those pants and moving them off to the side with his foot to be in a pile with his other clothes, going to lean back some and take a seat on the makeshift bench, spreading his legs a bit to show off as he beckoned her forward. Making sure to move her clothes out of the way as well, stepping out of her own pants, she couldn’t help but reach a bit with a finger to rub over her folds a bit as she moved down lower, going to kneel in front of the lion as both hands quickly sent to feel over his crotch. The soft groans of appreciation from the lion were all the encouragement she needed, slowly going to handle those very thick balls, the length nothing to scoff at either at a foot long even though it was still soft, pulsing slightly and starting to swell a bit with her handling. “You’re… very big, here…” She leaned in a bit, the heavier musk hitting her nose again, nostrils flaring slightly at the thick, earthy smell meeting her nose. Almost just from that and how strong and hung the lion looked, she could feel her pussy lips getting slightly wet, unable to hold back leaning in a bit more and planting her lips on the length. Mordred spread his legs a bit more as that muzzle got closer, soon letting out a slight groan from the kiss planted on his throbbing length, already feeling it swelling larger with his arousal. Her hands felt like they had expertise, slowly rubbing along his length, carefully brushing up against his heavy sack, and they had only just begun. Looking down at her with a soft smile, he nodded a bit. “Mmh, and we’ve got a ways to go yet…” With each soft pulse, more blood flowed into that shaft of his, swelling out more, thicker and longer as it was steadily swelling, his scent only seeming to rise more inside the confined shed, not that his guest was complaining. Garnet lowered one of her hands, making sure it stayed on that heavy sack and slowly rubbing along both of those orbs as her other hand remained focused on the growing tool. She held it softly, giving slow strokes along its base as her lips slowly moved to give slight, soft smooches to the underside, feeling the pulsing against her each time she did, and visibly seeing it swell with his arousal, hearing his noises of pleasure as she doted on the length. Each pulse it seemed to get larger and larger still, the lion definitely appearing to be more of a grower than a shower. Even as it seemed to be getting a bit more difficult to keep her hand completely around it, she did her best to slowly stroke along it, putting a bit more emphasis on rolling his balls around a bit in her other palm, having to move between one and the other from their size and give each some attention. Her eyes started to lid some, the heavy scent of musk and getting deeper into her worship of his manhood getting to her more with each passing moment. She almost felt like she could hear his balls working, as if they were calling out to her, aching for her to help relieve them, just as the shaft was growing out for her specifically. A thought and a desire she was leaning into more, getting closer in between those legs. Getting close to halfway to his full arousal, the lion slowly reached out, going to put a hand on her head a bit, giving her a few soft pets over the top of her head and slowly moving to rub on her cheek some as that length continued to swell, panting slightly from the pleasure of her service to his cock, watching her plant a few more soft smooches on the side and feeling her hand squeezing a bit more at her base. But her work on his sack, the feeling of each of those hefty orbs getting some rubbing and pressing as definitely a driving force for his swelling length. “Mmm… You’re very good at that…” She seemed happy to hear that, her blush deepening as she leaned in a bit closer, the scent of her own juices starting to slightly drip on the ground from between her legs being drowned out by the increasingly strong musk wafting from the lion’s dick, still filling her nose as the heated pheromones were pushing her deeper and deeper into a trance-like state, the world dripping away and disappearing around her as her focus and attention were on her guest’s arousal and need. Not to mention how large that arousal was, still getting larger and larger as she slowly licked just on the underside of his tip, making the lion huff and almost squirm a bit as she could taste a bit of precum starting to drool from it. Encouraged by that taste on her tongue, and seeing that length just continuing to swell, somewhere around two feet in length now, she saw a unique opportunity, wanting to give more pleasure to the strong feline and give more of herself to him. Garnet slowly leaned forward, seeing the hand move away from her muzzle and instead helping him to lean back a bit more as she pressed up against his crotch and between his legs. She felt her belly up against his heavy balls, moving her hands to guide the length of that shaft up against her chest, slipping it between her breasts and slowly pressing the outside of each, sandwiching that length between her tits with a soft huff. The feeling of the immense dick pulsing and throbbing, still continuing to swell in her cleavage made her huff softly, going to just softly move up and down a bit, lowering her head to give licks to the top of that length as she continued her needy worship of his manhood. Mordred was just slowly watching, feeling her breasts pressing up against the sides of his dick slowly, moving up and down and feeling that tongue licking and the soft smooches being placed on his shaft as he enjoyed the worshiping attention. His length started to leak out more of that slick precum, starting to make that cleave a bit more slick, easier for the minotaur to slowly slide her tits along it as it continued to pulse and throb, getting larger still as he was starting to get close to his full size. He noticed the farm girl was starting to not have to lean her head down anymore, slowly planting soft kisses on the underside of his needy length as he kept his hands to himself for now, just enjoying the working over his cock. While she was still slowly enjoying the feeling of the thickening length pulsing against her tits, having that tip slowly pushing up into her view, she was surprised it was still growing larger and thicker, swelling more and more. It had to be around three feet long now, and seemed to be staying steady finally as she was giving slow licks just around the base of the glans on that uncut shaft, feeling the precum drooling down onto her more, and enjoying the sensation. She slowly moved to lick her tongue just along the top, tasting the precum and getting more of that musk stuck in her nose. She couldn’t help but want another lick, another taste of that precum, seeing how that cum slit seemed to be so inviting. She noticed how easily it seemed to move apart, and heard low huffs come from the lion each time her tongue touched over it. Too tempted to not test it more, she slowly pressed her tongue against that urethra, hearing a deep moan come from Mordred as her tongue was able to push it open, slipping just inside as the big lion seemed to like it, just barely pushing her tongue in and getting more of that potent taste of his precum on her tongue, some even squirting out directly onto her taste buds as she let out a low huff at that. She could feel just how wet she was getting as she dipped her tongue in again, testing it further and pressing her nose up against that mushroom head, feeling it seem to spread open more still, getting a loud moan mixed with a soft grunt of pleasure from its owner as she was able to push her tongue in deeper yet, now starting to worship the inside too, keeping it up between her breasts and a hand lower to slowly rub over the base of that shaft while she tongued it. Of course, the lion was more than happy to feel that tonguing continue, seeing that nose pressing against his urethra, feeling the continued rubbing and that slight pressing up against his tip. He was very familiar with the feeling of more than just tongue inside his length, and had to hold back the desire to thrust upward and sink that entire muzzle into his shaft. He tried to relax, huffing and panting softly as that tongue was reaching deeper, feeling the incredibly pleasurable sensation of his cock tip spreading open for that nose pressing in, just so that tongue could get in deeper and lick more. He could tell just how lust-drunk and musk-soaked the minotaur’s mind was, seeing how she wasn’t even questioning it while she was pushing her nose deeper still inside his wet, slick urethra. But press on she did, huffing slightly up against that tip and letting the lion feel her hot, heady breath as her nose pressed in deeper, not stopping hearing the slight moans and huffs from the adventurer. Hearing his enjoyment and wanting more of that precum still spurting out from that cum slit only drove her further, now starting to push not just her nose, but her chin in as well, tongue pressed in deeper. She could feel the insides squeezing on her nose and muzzle slightly, each throb squeezing a bit tighter as she was amazed at how the cock flesh seemed to stretch for her, how that opening seemed to be so easily pushed open and side for her tongue to reach deeper. While she was leaning in more to reach deeper with her tongue, her sniffs and breaths now pulling in nothing but the scent of the incredible virility of the lion’s precum and the seed no doubt eager to get out from the heavy balls still pressed against her midsection, her breasts were rubbing more up against the length, which seemed to be throbbing more strongly still. She was almost grinding herself up against it as she sank more of her muzzle into that shaft, now almost looking up and back to what she was doing, her eyes darting back and forth as if looking for approval from Mordred, as if her own lust-addled thoughts and feminine juices dripping down onto the ground under her weren’t reason enough to do more still. Each time those eyes met, Mordred seemed to be pushing for more, but also seeming to be making a large effort to stay still and hold back. He was letting her sink that muzzle deeper, now starting to hear wet, slick noises of wet fur pushing into his stretched urethra as it sank in a bit more. But he couldn’t hold himself back any more, letting out a low huff as another inch slipped in, the entire muzzle almost fully inside his tip before he couldn’t help himself anymore. As a much louder, longer moan filled the air, Garnet’s eyes suddenly went wide, somehow feeling as if her muzzle was being tugged, and feeling it sink in deeper without her pushing in. It was like something had just grabbed at her muzzle inside, squeezing over it and pulled her in. She suddenly just stopped, trying to lean back a bit and visibly trying to tug her muzzle out, only to hear more soft groans and huffs from the lion, and feel that shaft squeeze tight, keeping her locked in place. Her hands went to the sides of that length, feeling it pulse and throb around her nose as she gripped at it, pulling back with her head again, only to still stay in the same spot with soft huffing coming from the adventurer, before her muzzle was pulled in yet again with a wet schlick, sinking in deeper and her eyes now very close to that stretched out cock tip, feeling precum splash over her face as it seemed to spurt out over her head, as if soaking it for the next pull. The larger feline could see the panic starting to set in as she tugged back, hearing slightly muffled noises coming from her mouth, being squeezed shut and squelched out from being heard by his massive endowment. This isn’t exactly how it always happened, but this is usually how they started to react when they realized his greedy, voracious dick had them and was starting to pull them in. And god did it feel so good, their grabs at his length, their tugs back, only to be pulled in more, the struggling and knowing it was useless and they would soon be pulled in deeper. He loved to savor it, just like he was about to now. Feeling her pull back again, he let out a low moan as his shaft pulsed heavily, squeezing and tugging her head in more, slowly engulfing over those eyes and already trying to tug in more before it stopped, watching as her hands continue to squeeze and grab at his base as she tried to pull back yet again. A heavy splash of clear, slick pre-seed and a low huff, more head slowly slipping into his shaft, feeling those pesky horns pressing at the entrance to his urethra. His tip was stretched so well, so fat and much larger than the rest of his shaft now, pulsing and throbbing as he relaxed some again, waiting for her next tug back to take advantage and pull her in more. Garnet was in shock. She moved her hands to his thighs, quickly going to try and tug back again using the strength of her arms, only to hear his loud moans and feeling her head being pulled in more, sinking in deeper as her horns were engulfed, ears being filled with a heavy, strong heartbeat and the noise of her slickened head being taken in deeper. She was being eaten by the lion’s shaft, and she had to get away, but nothing seemed to take. She tried to tilt her head, only to let out another muffled noise and tried to pull back as the base of her skull was slowly pulled in, feeling the precum gush out past her face and splatter over her neck. The immense pressure inside that dick was already a lot, but each heavy throb just increased it more. She was getting nowhere, just deeper. But she was starting to notice that she was only pulled in more if she pulled back or struggled. Staying still for a moment, she tried to think, trying to come up with ways to move or to get out of the situation, to find some solution. But as she stayed there for just a few moments, the lion’s muffled groans hit her ears as her head was pulled on, quickly pulling her in more and sliding her neck completely inside that cum slit, feeling it pulse and slightly tighten around her throat, limiting her movement more. She tried to scream, her sounds muffled, unable to open her muzzle in the tight confines of the dick, not able to pull away or to get her hands on much, not able to see anything. Her ears were filled with the deep breaths and low huffs of the lion, not to mention the strong heart thumping. The smell was still present, stronger even, and pheromones were still attacking her, sending mixed signals to her brain that she couldn’t make sense of. She was in danger, still in panic, even though everything else was telling her she should be aroused. Knowing the panic was most likely causing the farm girl to freeze, Mordred slowly move to just give his length the slightest of rubs, letting out a low grunt as he pulled her in more, starting to feel those shoulders, one of the hardest parts to overcome when swallowing someone with your cock, pressing up against his tip. But he had done this before, and would do it again. Besides, he loved the sensation of his shaft spreading so wide, and it came naturally to him. His hand wandered a bit as he tried to tug in more, letting out soft grunts of effort as he could both feel and see his glans stretching slowly, getting ready to take in those shoulders as he slowly rubbed over the immense bulge of minotaur head already lodged in his manhood, almost teasing slightly to try and get his prey to make another move and make it easier for him. And it worked. He felt her hands press against his groin a bit, letting out a deep grunt, quickly followed by a low moan as he used that sudden release of pressure when she tried to pull back to pull her in roughly. Her head tucked in deeper, his urethra spread wider, until with a very loud, wet shlick, those shoulders slipped in as Mordred couldn’t help but let out a deep, long moan, his shaft gushing precum past his prey in a few heavy gouts as his dick pulsed and squeezed that much harder from his pleasure. Anyone who might walk into the shed at this point would be greeted by a very concerning sight, that already massive cock jutting out from the lion’s crotch stretched over the shoulders of the farm girl, precum leaking out heavily around those shoulders and coating mire of her fur as her arms were starting to be pinned down at her sides. The lion slowly leaned forward a bit, hands going to just softly grab at his swollen, distended length before he moaned loudly, feeling a few more inches of the minotaur’s chest being pulled inside. Her head was starting to get fairly deep inside, the bulging still mostly just in the top half of that dick. Garnet’s panic was growing deeper each time she felt more of her body being engulfed. Her upper arms were being swallowed over, pinning her arms mostly to her sides as they reached up a bit, going to try and grab at the lion’s glans and hold, trying to prevent from going in any further as she slightly moved her head, struggling still. But even that small movement was met with that now-familiar tugging sensation, her chest sinking in further yet, feeling the throbbing flesh claiming more of her and squeezing in her more. Her breasts were now at the underside of that tip, precum spurting over and covering them more thuroughly than when she had that length between them. She was starting to run out of ability to grab onto things or to try and keep herself from being pulled in deeper. In a few more tugs, her arms would be pinned, and there was going to be nothing more she could do. Dread was starting to come over her, feeling that length gripping and squeezing over her more roughly, as if it was just as aware as she was that she was close to being doomed. Her mind was racing, trying to think of what she could do as a last ditch effort, trying to think quickly and not take too long before the next tug… Mordred wasn’t as forgiving or that eager to wait though, letting out a low huff as his shaft squelched and pulsed, pulling her in deeper still and slowly sliding over those breasts, this pull making him groan and pant from how much effort he had to put into it. He panted and grunted, hands slowly stroking over his precum-soaked shaft a bit as he felt her heavy tits slowly slipping in more, feeling his urethra spreading out wider and not stopping until she seemed to slid in a bit more easily, letting out a deeper moan as the pull stopped. He looked toward his tip, seeing just how much of her chest he had pulled in, seeing her arms just past her elbows slid inside. The most difficult parts were done, and the lion knew there wasn’t much more she could do to get away. Not that he was worried at any point, but always cautious and ready for a time he might meet prey that could escape his cock. He could feel just how deep her head had gotten in his dick, looking a bit to the side to see the bulge of it on the underside of his length, getting closer to his base. This next part was always one of his favorites, and started the most enjoyable part of actually taking in his prey. The farm girl could just barely feel anything was happening at first, somewhat feeling pressure from the outside, making it feel even tighter in that slick, wet passage before her entire sense of direction shifted. She felt her legs suddenly being pulled away from the ground, and starting to squirm and struggle quickly as they were raised up into the air. He tried to yell, no longer able to feel the ground or anything around her, not able to grab anything, somewhat flailing her legs around in the air fruitlessly as she felt her body sinking in more still. Her belly was slowly being taken in, the pulsing and throbbing getting stronger and the muffled noises of the lion’s moaning pleasure getting stronger and faster as well. It seemed that she was upside down, gravity and just how slick the inside of that urethra was making it much easier for her to slip down in more. Her nostrils flared, her heart racing as she was continuing to struggle, making that shaft somewhat bulge out here and there with her movements, especially from her head. But as she was slipping in more, a much stronger scent was hitting her nose. It was the same one as before, but it was getting more and more potent, and she could feel more and more heat as her nose slid down further. The precum still tried to push up and out, squirting out around her body and making loud squelches as it splashed against her and trickled down that length, which was bulging out more as she was almost up to her hips inside that shaft now. His hands staging on the sides of his manhood, groaning deeply with each new inch of minotaur sliding down into his shaft, Mordred focused on keeping his length straight up, giving himself soft and slow strokes as well just to enjoy the feeling of his length being fed more of his prey. He could feel the minotaur’s nose getting closer and closer to his base, knowing he would soon feel it pressing up against there and starting to slip directly down into his sack, huffing and grunting loudly. He made sure his legs were spread out, his sack in the right position so when it started to be filled it would be resting on the floor, having plenty of room to expand and fill out with his meal. While continuing to slide down slower inside, Garnet wasn’t stopping her struggling at this point, in too much of a panic and slightly squirming as much as she could inside that shaft, her legs and hips trying to move and somehow put the bulged out length off to the side, trying to find any purchase she could get to escape. Even as she continued to flail, she could feel more of herself entering that length, and her face sliding deeper and deeper. She soon felt her nose pressed up against some, feeling it slowly spread open and squeeze over the very tip of her muzzle as much louder, muffled groans filled her ears from the lion. The extremely strong scent of cum seemed to increase a lot more suddenly as her nose pushed through that opening, feeling the rest of her head following slowly as her hips were being slid down into that stretched out urethra. She hadn’t put two and two together yet to realize where her head was going, feeling that slick opening sliding over her face more until her eyes were on the other side. It wasn’t tight anymore, but the extreme scent and what she could see confirmed her suspicions… Her head had just been slid into one of the adventurer’s balls. What wasn’t tight at first and having a bit of room quickly started to change as her horns were joining her, her focus more on where he head was than the sensation of her butt starting to be slid into that length a bit more, suddenly having her muzzle and nostrils dunked into what could only be pure, bubbling semen. She turned her head a bit, making a bulge out in the lion’s sack so she could get a breath, knowing she wouldn't have another until she could move her head up out of the pool that was in there and more of her body forced that space to be stretched to accommodate her, unable to stop her face from being pushed into that hot seed. Mordred could see his sack starting to swell, feeling it distend and groaning softly at the sensation. He had slowly moved to lean that shaft up against his chest a bit while he sat up more, keeping it steady so he could move a hand down, slowly rub over that bulge appearing in his balls and slightly squeeze on it a bit, making the form of the farm girl’s head inside squirm and press back in protest as he grunted loudly. His other hand had moved up, toward his throbbing tip, and slowly slid between those thrashing legs, both quickly curling up and trying to stop that hand moving to press and rub at the minotaur’s folds, slipping a finger up against them and just inside, rubbing over her clit and hearing the muffled sounds of protest from inside his slowly deforming testicle. He teased a bit more, soon feeling those hips slipping deeper in, and groaning loudly as the entirety of her head had finally entered his right orb, making it much larger already with much much more to go. He moved his digits away from her folds, going to bring it up to his lips and slowly licking, tasting at the juices left on his digits before leaning back a bit again with a deep huff. Now that those wide hips had found their way into his dick, the rest would just simply be leaning back, slowly watching those legs start to disappear down his cock. Even as the lion was relaxing and enjoying the sensations, riding out the pleasure and getting satisfaction from his prey slowly slipping deeper toward her eventual fate in his nut sack, Garnet was still struggling even so. The teasing did little to placate her or throw her off, just made her more panicked as she was still squirming in that length and now inside that testicle, feeling her hips sliding in and thighs starting to slowly and slickly slip inside that glans. Descending further down that length, more of her body was starting to get into the lion’s sack, being able to feel her shoulders and tits being slipped in through that opening as it squeezed around her still. With more of her inside, she was able to slowly curl a bit and raise her neck up above the seed already bubbling inside, gasping out as she was able to open her mouth again, nostrils flaring and cum drooling out of her nose a bit as she found somehow she could breathe. The thick, spongy and slick flesh of the inside of that ball was still pretty tight, trying to hug and hold her closely, but easily stretching as her breasts were being squished at by that ring separating the urethra from each testicle, and instead of getting tighter inside it seemed like it was just stretching and getting more spacious to fit her, something she was somewhat grateful for, or as grateful as one could be while being devoured by a cock. Just slowly stroking and letting out deeper moans, the lion was feeling his sack stretching out as his pretty was starting to be settled in more. He watched the thighs disappear into his cock tip, the process going a bit faster now as he was getting eager for the next step, actively working harder to help his dick tug her in faster and deposit her into his sack. The overwhelming sensation of his right orb swelling and stretching out with the meal was getting to him, precum sputtering out at an increased rate as her belly was slowly sliding inside. The flailing legs were starting to flail less, thighs being squeezed together tightly by the greedy manhood and already working toward those knees. More steady now that there was less leg-flailing, he was able to slowly reach and enjoy rubbing over himself more. One hand going down to press at his ball sack slowly, feeling over and pressing roughly to be able to touch and rub at his pretty, feeling squirming and slightly pressing back, each small movement an electrifying sensation of pleasure shooting through his body. His other fingers were slowly feeling at his bulged-out urethra along the underside of his dick, rubbing over and feeling the indentations of stretched areas of hips and legs as they were sliding in deeper. As things were progressing, his length was not as stretched out, starting to return somewhat of a normal shape as those knees slipped in with a wet squelch and deep groan. Now with just the pair of legs and feet outside of his cum slit, most of the bulging was below, and the last big part of it, those hips, were just about to enter his hot, sweltering sack. It wouldn’t be that much longer now before he got to enjoy his favorite part of the process, and he almost felt like rushing to reach it… Which was something Garnet definitely wouldn’t have been excited for at all, even if she didn’t know what her fate was as of yet. She knew she was being eaten by the lion’s cock, but what would happen after she didn’t know, something that was just now starting to set in as she felt her knees pulled in, the same slick, wet feeling accompanying the tight squeezing and pulsing of the inside of that length she had become all-too familiar with in the short time this was all happening. She didn’t really know what the end goal would be, though there were a few things she was thinking that brought her dread, and not things she wanted to focus on as her arms were slowly freed out by pulling them through that opening. Now with her arms inside that orb, she slowly moved to start pressing and rubbing up against the walls, trying very hard to press out and see if she could cause enough pain to force the lion to let her out. Instead, she heard deeper moans, slowly feeling a hand going to press over where she was pressing against the inside of the hot, slick, wet walls she was being trapped in. Mordred was enjoying her struggling, watching his slowly enlarging ball bulge out with her struggles, the much harder presses out from that sack sending even more pleasure through him, and making it all-the-more clear to Garnet that there wasn’t anything she could do to get out. But she wasn’t going to give up. Maybe with enough struggling, he would get tired and let her out… But Mordred had no such plans, and knew that wouldn’t happen, instead happily moaning out each time she squirmed and pressed out against his sack. He moved to lean forward a bit more, length resting up against his pecs as he looked down at his balls. His left one was still the same size as before, but his right one was steadily getting larger and heavier, more struggling and indentations pushing out from the farm girl being deposited inside. With those hips slowly and excruciatingly slipping down into that orb, those hoof-toed feet slowly disappeared into his cock with a soft squelch, a gush of precum following behind them as his tip was slowly going back to how it looked before, completely normal and not stretched as those legs were rather quickly dropping down his urethra. Placing a hand just above where those feet were inside his manhood, he helped by slightly pushing on the top of them, letting out a low huff as the continued movement inside that now-massive testicle as he helped to ease those legs down inside, gliding his digits across his length until they hit his base, and those toes were slipped down in. He felt that opening that was squeezing her down in close tight behind those feet, his prey now fully trapped in his sack as he slowly leaned forward more, now putting both hands on his minotaur-farm-girl sized sack, rubbing over it with low pants and huffs. Inside that extremely stuffed orb though, the farm girl was feeling the area being rather cramped now. She could feel him pressing outside, and was still using her hands to press out against it, struggling heavily, and trying not to yell or breathe too deeply. She wasn’t sure how she could even breathe inside, but didn’t want to find out what would happen if she had used up all the air. With her legs now slipped inside, she was almost sitting up some, curled up a bit like in a fetal position inside, and starting to feel those hot, fleshy walls compacting slightly. It was getting much hotter inside, and while there was only a meager amount of cum pooled around her, it seemed to be bubbling heavier. The lion was still leaning forward, slightly moving to press his pecs up against his shaft some as it pulsed heavily, now freely leaking copious amounts of precum that trickled down both his chest and his length, starting to soak in the logs he was sitting on and generally soak his fur. His hands were slowly roaming over that struggling sack of his, enjoying each individual movement, but knowing there was still more to do, and his favorite part of swallowing prey whole with his oversized shaft. He did it slowly, letting out a very loud groan as he tensed up a bit, watching his sack tug upward, and feeling his balls clench, the right one way more than the left one. He held the clench a moment, grunting and huffing as he did before moaning as he released it, hearing a slight churning and groaning sound coming from inside his sack. He relaxed for a moment, panting and enjoying the noises and sensations as he slowly rubbed over his orb. That heavy, tight clench had squeezed over Garnet inside, making her space very tight and pushing her together forcefully, as if trying to compact her and making it impossible for her to move for a few moments. As it was happening, she could feel the hot, fleshy, wet walls pressing on her more, almost as if rubbing at her slightly as she was unable to struggle back against it from how tight it was. But as soon as the lion relaxed, she was left panting, and feeling a bit strange… She looked down at her hands as she spread them out, slowly going to press back up against the walls of that testicle, even using her feet and knees to try and press out. She felt it getting hotter yet, feeling herself start to sweat… or at least she thought it was sweat… The cum that was pooled inside seemed to rise slightly from somewhere, and she suddenly was feeling a bit weaker. It was as if something had sapped her strength, and made her feel slightly dizzy and disoriented. Her eyes were a bit blurry for a moment before they refocused, and she slowly tried to look closer at herself, stopping her struggles for a moment. Moving her arm closer to her eyes, she could see what looked like something beading on her fur, fur that seemed to be a bit less now, and her arm almost slightly thinner… She leaned a bit closer, going to put her tongue on the droplet she was studying, her eyes going wide as she tasted it. It wasn’t sweat at all. It was cum. The same that she was feeling pooled around her, and the same scent that had so saturated her nostrils. Garnet’s mind raced. Panic again set in, but this time much stronger. Adrenaline pumped through her system, realizing what was happening as she quickly started to struggle much harder, now yelling out some and pressing hard with both her arms and her legs, trying to attack her fleshy prison from the inside. She pressed and hit up against it, feeling it stretch and bulge out with her force, but nothing seemed to make a difference. Deep grunts and pants came from the lion, his tongue almost hanging out of his mouth as his dick pulsed like mad, spurting out a lot of precum from the intense struggling and movements inside that orb. Mordred could tell that she realized her fate now and her final panic was setting in, hearing her muffled screams and cries for help. He ignored them, slowly giving his sack a soft pat, almost trying to roll or press it around a bit as if to tease at himself some before he clenched hard once again with a deep moan. The heavy clench lasted for a few moments, compacting and pressing against the farm girl heavily, her screams stopping the moment she was compressed at, feeling the same sensation of those fleshy walls pressing and rubbing at her, disorienting and dazing her as she stopped moving while it happened before it stopped slowly this time. She felt the walls around her relax slowly, her eyes shut as she had to blink a few times, as if she had passed out a moment. There was more cum pooled in with her now, almost filling the space halfway now. Her arms felt weak, and she was thinner still. It seemed like most of her fur was gone, smooth skin left in its place. Lifting up her arm, she slowly moved to inspect it, seeing it furless and going to slide her fingers across the top of her forearm. She gasped at how it felt. Soft, pliable, almost squishy. Her arm wasn’t solid or strong anymore. She looked to her other arm, and it was the same. She reached into the pool of seed, her legs feeling the same, as if she could easily push or bend her limbs. It was getting harder to concentrate. Her breathing was getting slower, her mind racing. She had to do something. The only thing she could do. She reached out again, pressing at the walls more weakly, now even using her head and trying to press her horns up against the walls of that testicle. Mordred could feel how much weaker the struggling was, the heavy gurgling and churning sounds coming from his sack and the feeling of it being softer, fuller was something he always enjoyed. But that wasn’t all. He knew what else would come soon. He slowly leaned back on his makeshift seat of logs, going to lift up his right leg and press it up against that massive orb some, feeling at it and teasing his prey inside still as his hands and his eyes were focusing solely on his dick, slowly stroking over it with a low huff. He couldn’t wait, he had to clench. In that tight clenching, the minotaur’s struggling ceased again, being compacted and squeezed at. Over the sounds of her labored breathing, the eerie sounds of gurgling and groaning filled her ears, but they weren’t coming from her. They were coming from around her. Her eyes fluttered, feeling weaker by the second as the clenching seemed to continue a bit longer than before. She could feel the wet, tight walls closer to her head, hearing a slight splattering sound as her horns seemed to just fall off, slide off her head and drop into the bubbling pool of cum that was rising. She felt softer, and weaker, eyes closing during the heavy clench. Holding that clench longer made the lion huff and groan, the continuing deep gurgling sounds coming from his sack pleasing him greatly, as well as the feeling of his length pulsing and throbbing, slowly swelling out more with each heavy throb. He felt it expanding in his hands, seeing it push outward more, higher into the air as it seemed like that already massive orb was getting thicker as well, filling out more with not just prey or cum, but growing out more as his more of his prey was being digested and absorbed into his body, into his manhood. He didn’t want to go too fast though, slowly relaxing with a deep grunt as he let go of that clench, hearing a loud sloshing coming from between his legs as his sack relaxed. The second the clenching stopped, Garnet opened her eyes again, panting slightly as her breathing was getting more difficult still. She looked at her arm and her hand, trying to take stock of herself as her eyes went wide. She looked over her hand, seeing how thin it seemed, seeing cum drooling down off of it and splashing into the pool in which she sat. If she had the energy, she would have screamed out as her index finger and her thumb just seemed to slip off her hand, seeing both splatter into the mess of seed and disappear, dissolving into more of the same virile fluid. She watched another digit just slip off, her hand not looking like a hand and starting to melt away in front of her eyes, the spots where fingers should be looking like small white nubs. Her will to keep fighting was dropping, feeling like it took a lot of effort just to raise her arm. She sat back, panting and slightly, almost feeling like she was drooling, and seeing it was just her body being broken down into more of the lion’s heavy spunk. She had no idea how long she’d last now, or what would happen afterward. She couldn’t fight back, and she saw no way of escaping. This is how she would end, being digested and broken down into this lion’s cum inside his balls. She lifted up her leg, moving to try and push out against that fleshy orb in a desperate attempt to do something, only to watch her toes splashing down into the puddle, feeling like her leg would give way as she pressed, and hearing a slight groan from the lion at her movement. It only lasted for a few moments before she was suddenly compacted again as the lion clenched powerfully. Mordred could tell the farm girl was almost done, but that last press of struggling in his sack showed that maybe she was holding out better than some of his other prey. He held that clench tightly, huffing and groaning as the gurgling sounds got a bit stronger in his sack, using both of his feet to slowly press and rub on that clenched orb, as if trying to help along processing the minotaur some, but also to feel as it got thicker and fatter. His hands and eyes still focused on his cock, feeling its throbbing and pulsing, slowly expanding more each small twitch during that clench. He was elated to see just how much it was growing, having gotten at least a foot longer and much thicker already, dribbling out an obscene amount of precum which splattered down on his extremely full sack, making it easier to rub and press against with his feet as he panted and huffed while relaxing again. Garnet inside was starting to lose more and more feeling in her body, losing more sense of herself as she could barely move when that clenching stopped. Her head felt heavy, hearing the soft splats and splashes as cum dripped off of her. She looked down, no longer able to really scream or protest as one of her breasts just seemed to ooze off of her body. She reached with an arm, going to try and reach and grab for it, only to feel it wither away, disappearing and joining the ever-rising pool of cum around her. Breathing getting more shallow, her senses failing her and drifting away as she was losing her grip on reality, head getting duller as it was being digested and melted away into thick cum. As a bubbling sensation seemed to spread across her limbs, feeling the support her legs and lower half were giving her starting to give out, she tried to do any more small movements she could, even letting out a soft, gurgled yell for help before she was cut short by one last powerful clench, the second it compacted everything going black as her entire being fell apart in a sickening, thick splat and loud, deep gurgles. The lion knew exactly what happened with that last clench, letting out a deep, heavy groan at how much easier it was to clench that time. He was able to hold the clench much more, feeling his orb squeezed tight, slowly working at the rest of the semi-solid farm girl quickly, and absorbing some of her essence at the same time. Always the most explosive part of the process, he almost let out a deep roar of pleasure as his dick surged, audibly stretching and swelling larger with heavy, thick throbs. Precum shot out of his tip, almost hitting the ceiling before landing back down, splattering over his body and his balls. Inch after inch was stacked on his manhood, making it rise higher, feel that much more sensitive and pulse with that much more vigor. It left him almost panting in shock as he relaxed that clench, hearing heavy sloshing coming from his right and left orb, still extremely uneven in size as he caught his breath a moment, trying to hold back the urge to just paint the entire shed with the remnants of his meal right then and there. He looked at his cock, seeing it proudly leaking and throbbing in his hands, hard to completely hold around even with both squeezed around it. At least five feet in length now, he knew that most of it would be slowly processed out unless he found another meal within the next few days. For now, it was massive, and he loved it. But he still had more to tend to, his balls needing to be evened out and measured a bit before he felt like he could cum and enjoy his predatory urges fully. While he was still looking over his enormous shaft, his feet slowly pressed at that right testicle more, rubbing on it and slightly moving it as it rested on the ground right now, enjoying the sounds of the cum sloshing around inside. Digits roaming over his length, he noticed a specifically thick vein that he hadn’t noticed before, prominent and bulging along with the strong throbbing he was enjoying so much. Garnet had added a lot to him, something he would remember her by as his hand softly rubbed along that bulging vein a bit. Sitting up a bit and planting his feet on the floor, he focused on his sack, reaching down and putting a paw on each before she started to softly clench with a low huff. His sack tugging up and squeezing, he could hear the slight gurgling, the rushing of thick cum as his right nut started to get a bit smaller, and at the same time feeling the left one swelling and churning, sloshing heavily as it was being filled, size being shared as they were slowly starting to even out. Mordred had to take a second to stop and relax, panting a bit as he needed a moment to cooldown, before he hit his peak too early and too quickly. Hr had gotten about halfway through the process, his left orb noe much fatter and heftier, but not quite balanced out yet. He let out a deep grunt, clenching again followed by more deep sloshing inside his balls, hands still slowly rubbing over both orbs as he held the clench a few moments more as things settled before relaxing again, looking down at his now equally heavy and full nuts, softly pressing over both. That pulsing, needy pole of his having to be slightly pushed to the side so he could lean in and look over his balls, he rubbed over both, feeling the thick, heavy sack around both hanging much lower than before, not just from the weight of his cum but from the weight of his enlarged nuts. Even sitting, they almost both touched the floor, hanging low and sloshing softly between his legs. Both were much larger now because of being incredibly full from the farm-girl fueled spunk, but if he had to guess, each would easily be the size of a large pumpkin with how much they grew alongside his cock. Giving his fat balls a soft pat each, hearing that thick sloshing and still soft gurgling and churning emanating from each, he slowly sat back up, turning his attention back to that massive pole aching for release between his legs, a release he was much looking forward to. He put his hands on either side, starting to slowly stroke up and back down, feeling that thick foreskin bundling up each time he did, watching it engulf his fat glans before pulling back down, it too having gotten quite thicker and heavier from his meal. Enjoying the slow stroking over his length, feeling each heavy pulse against his hands and squeezing softly across the pulsating flesh of his dick, the lion started to even slightly press his hips up, carefully thrusting up into his hands a bit, making his balls jostle and slosh audibly as he groaned from the sensation. His nuts being so full and moving so much were just another part of the stimulation driving him so easily toward his peak. He moved a bit more, going to sit off the side of the logs some, shaft pointed straight out as his legs were spread wide open, leaving over himself some, the adventurer starting to slowly and carefully pump his hips into his hands, making his balls sway and swing below in what was a symphony of sloshing and gurgling to his ears, not to mention the sounds of the copious amounts of precum spurting out of his length and splattering onto the ground. If he could, he would sit there all day, slowly bucking his hips and watching his massive manhood pulse and throb, enjoying the feeling of his squeezing digits slightly digging into his foreskin and sliding it across his cock, hearing his balls slosh as they swayed below him and just edging constantly on the verge of the astounding orgasm that he was going to have. But there was still more to do in the day, and he knew he couldn’t wait forever to unload the remnants of his meal. He started to pick up the pace some, grunting and huffing as he thrusted his hips faster, even starting to slide his hands along his shaft, each sensation that much stronger after having his cock filled out that much more, that much larger. He tried to make it last a while at least, carefully adjusting how quickly he was thrusting and how heavily he was squeezing to enjoy it a while, but as the sun was starting to go down outside, the shades of orange and gold streaming through the small windows at the top of the shed, he knew it would be best if he finished up his business and was on his way. He moved a bit further off his makeshift seat of lots, getting ready a bit before starting to thrust a bit harder up against his hands, faster and rougher as he panted and groaned. He knew it would only take him a few moments before he would hit his peak this way, feeling his balls tugging up, clenching slightly instinctively and feeling the heat rising in both his sack and his loins. Feeling it coming on rather quickly, he didn’t hold back this time, gripping harder and tugging down on his shaft, making sure that thick foreskin was completely pulled off of his tip as his cock bulged out. He could hear the audible sloshing and bubbling of his cum, the churning and rushing of it as his sack clenched one more time. His dick swelled fatter, bulging out as his tip blossomed out further, fat and heavy as his heart raced, his orgasm hitting as he let out a loud, mighty roar as his peak wracked his body with immense pleasure. Holding as tightly as he could to his length, he felt his urethra bulging out immensely, length twitching and pulsing heavily as the first shot of thick, pearly seed fired out directly in front of him, battering the door of the shed with a loud, wet splat and almost completely coating it in cum with one blast. It was quickly followed by the next, and the next, each shot just as big as the last. He stroked at his base, very shallow fast rubs, uneven with his paws as the pleasure made him moan and roar more. He leaned back, his cock aiming upward as the gouts of seed splashed on the roof, loud glorps of cum being pumped from his clenched, squeezed balls pushing into his cock filling his ears along with the noises of his pleasure and the messy sounds of thick fluid landing everywhere. Mordred couldn’t stay steady, cum firing upward more, splattering everywhere around the room, coating not just the ceiling and the walls, but a lot of it falling down and landing all over himself and his seat. The extremely thick, virile spunk coated his body, stuck to his fur and drooled down his muscles as he moaned and roared, unable to help some of it landing on his tongue and in his mouth as he came, and came, and came. There didn’t seem to be an end in sight, moaning and panting heavily as his arms let go of his cock, laying back as it stayed rock solid and in the air, firing out like a geyser while his cum continued to splatter and coat everything around him. It seemed like an eternity of bliss to him, constant and never-ceasing as it caused his body to twitch and pulse along with his quick-beating heart. The lion couldn’t do anything but lay back and ride out the rest of his orgasm, laying there as he was being coated in his own semen, all of which was starting to pool over the floor and everything around him, getting close to up to his ankles in spunk as there didn’t seem to be an inch of the shed that wasn’t drooling with his seed. Over the course of the next several minutes, he just laid back, hands sometimes idly reaching for and stroking at that pulsing, erupting pillar of dick as he unloaded what was left of his prey. The steaming hot seed fogged up the windows of the shed, or any part of those windows not already slathered in a thick layer of cum. The lion couldn’t stop the rhythmic throbbing and pulsing, the clenching of his nuts even if he wanted to, just enjoying the extreme pleasure that it brought as he came and came. After what seemed like an eternity to the lion, but was more like ten full minutes of firing out spurts of cum from his length, the orgasm slowly started to die down, the heavy shots of seed getting smaller each time until they stopped, the last of his load oozing out of his tip as the lion’s length stayed rock hard. Still trying to catch his breath and in the bliss of the afterglow, he carefully stroked over his length a bit more, smearing the seed around on it and just giving a few finishing rubs before he slowly moved to sit up. The shed was almost nothing but white. There was thick, creamy spunk across everything, and a heavy pool of it on the floor. Mordred slowly moved to lift up his foot, finding that even with it oozing out of the bottom of the door to the shed, it was still pooled around his foot completely, something that brought a grin to his muzzle as he realized just how much he had pumped out. Carefully moving to stand up, he slowly had to find his balance, his massive length starting to bow down a bit and soften as he was coming down from the orgasmic high. Giving his manhood a chance to relax some, he leaned down and grabbed at his clothes and armor off to the side, using his arm to brush the layer of seed that coated it, watching it splat down into the pool below before he shook it out a bit, knowing he’d definitely need to get some washing done before he went back into town. Thankfully, his pants seemed mostly unscathed, them having been shielded by his shirt and the other pieces of armor. But the next challenge would be with his shaft itself. It was slowly starting to soften, still half-hard and starting to get smaller, as it usually did with how much of a grower he was as far as erections. But even with his estimate of how it might be when soft, he knew he was going to have some trouble getting both it and his still-massive balls into his pants and not have them rip or tear. He reached down with a hand, going to feel over one of his massive orbs, finding that after unloading it was indeed around the size of a pumpkin on its own… First thing first, he slowly took some very precarious steps though the mess he had made, being careful not to slip while walking through the sticky cum that was slowly oozing out of the shed from underneath the door. He stepped up to the window, trying to look out of it to see if anyone was there first before opening it wide and moving to step out, watching his seed rush out onto the worn path and the grass just in front, chuckling a bit at the sight. He took a slight step out, going to move to the side of the door first, wiping his feet off on the grass to try and get them a bit more clean before using his cum-soaked shirt as a towel, trying to wipe off as much of his own spunk as he could as well as trying to lean up his balls and his shaft some, which was starting to get down to a much more manageable size. Not because he had lost any of what had been absorbed from his meal, but just from getting soft. Setting his shirt and armor aside, he slowly shook out his pants a bit, going to step his legs into them and pull them up, instantly feeling his heavy sack sloshing as it was pressed up against by the waistband. He slowly moved to try and hold up one side, moving to slightly tuck his balls in one at a time, finding there might just be enough space for that… But definitely no more space for his shaft whatsoever. Having had to deal with this before, he carefully moved to pull up his pants as best he could, getting them up over his rear and up everywhere else but in front, then moving to grab the belt of his armor and setting it up some, getting it tight around his waist, but with the front open and his shaft fully out on display, slightly twitching from the cold evening breeze wafting against it. He’d just have to make do for now until he could find a tailor or get his hands on some fabric to fashion something, or simply wait out most of the puffed out growth that would dissipate over the next few days. Well, unless he had another meal so quickly after… Picking up the rest of his things, he slowly walked away from the shed, getting back on the road for now. He passed by the tree he had taken down earlier in the day, going to grab the axe he had left sunk in it and heaved it out with a huff, already treading down the path and away from the farm. He took one quick look back, seeing someone open the door in the cottage, hearing him call out for Garnet, looking this way and that. He saw the figure moving more toward the shed, just standing in front of it in disbelief as the lion chuckled a bit to himself. He couldn’t help but to reach down, tracing that thick vein that was added to his dick and the heavy balls held inside his stretched out pants, giving both a slight pat as he walked the path toward a nearby cave for shelter. “She’s right here. I’ve got her.”