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Hello, my name is Julia Daring, and welcome to the second volume of “Julia Daring's Encyclopedia of Inter species Breeding."

If you read the first volume, then you already know who I am and what I aim to accomplish with this book! If not, then you may be in for a shock as this book catalogs some of my various encounters with strange creatures, determining their ability to crossbreed with humans, with yours truly as the sole test subject. That's right, I have sex with beasts and monsters just to see if I get pregnant!

If you are still reading this, then you are either my kind of pervert, a seeker of knowledge, or fuming with hatred and hoping to find some clue about my real identity in these pages! Well, I promise at least one or two of you will finish this volume satisfied.

Volume 2 will focus on my endeavors with extra dimensional entities as well as creatures brought about by magical interference, provided by a small team of discrete mages I had on my payroll. Without further ado, let us begin!

1. Satyr

These residents of the feywild are quite famous for their hedonism and debauchery, while well known for participating in orgies, no known offspring of these creatures seem to exist. Even more bizarrely, Satyr's appear to have no females, bringing into question how they reproduce at all.

Upon being transported into the realm of the feywild by my trusty wizard assistant, I set out to find them. Not that it was difficult, a lone traveler with a hand cart containing a cask of expensive wine… they found me pretty quickly. When I explained what I wanted from them, they were elated, I hardly finished my explanation before the cask was opened and my clothes were torn from my body.

They reminded me of the centaur herd in a way. While they were in no way abusive, they had little regard for me, true to their nature they only cared about having a good time themselves. Not that I minded, I had always liked things on the rough side. I spent the next twelve hours stuffed with Satyr cock, as the night went on their technique got sloppier as they got more drunk. What had surprised me was that despite not drinking a drop of wine as I was used as a living sex toy, I too grew intoxicated, as though every cumshot I took in my mouth was like a shot of liquor.

Once the sizable cask I had brought ran dry, they left me alone to sleep. I awoke with a hangover and my belly had already grown as though I were three months pregnant. During my trek back, my belly continued to grow, until I had to stop at a nearby stream and gave birth on the spot.

I blacked out during the birth, when I awoke my body was normal, I could tell from the soreness I felt that something quite eagerly had drank from my breasts. Upon inspection, my tits were covered in droplets of mead, leaking down across my body, not milk, but it seemed I could not lactate anymore to confirm if I truly had produced this substance.

Conclusion: While this may seem cut and dry. I was bred by Satyr's, grew pregnant and gave birth to something, as always with the fey it is never that simple. While it's indeed possible that I was privy to the secrets of Satyr reproduction, it's equally possible that my entire experience after they had their fun with me was nothing more than a prank, as the only evidence we have is my own recollection. Perception is easily tampered with, especially in the feywild.

1. Werewolf

Everyone knows of the werewolf, a magical curse that turns a man into a wolf under the full moon. Mercifully, the curse is not passed onto the werewolf's children. However, all recorded cases of werewolves having children, their offspring was conceived in their human form, often with partners who had no clue that their spouse had been afflicted with the curse.

Werewolves in their wolf form are feral and savage, seeking to kill and consume those around them. The curse fills them with an unnatural and insatiable hunger, any drive they may have to mate is drowned out by this need. So the question becomes, when the change overcomes them… is their seed transformed as well? And is it still compatible with a human womb?

Finding someone afflicted with the curse was difficult. After all, they would be hunted and slain if anyone knew. But I eventually managed to track one down. He was resistant at first to my ideas, citing the danger it posed to me. He lived in isolation to avoid hurting people. Every night he slept on a bed with his arms and legs chained to the stone floor beneath by steel shackles, plated with silver.

However his isolation bore loneliness and while astute readers may know that humans are not my cup of tea… it is a small price to pay to satiate my curiosity.

The night of the breeding, he chained himself down and I watched as he transformed into a snarling beast. The first challenge was to see if I could even get him aroused! Or was the curse of his all-consuming hunger so distracting, that it was impossible?

With use of practiced fingers and skilled tongue, I coaxed his massive canine cock out. I must note that the musk of a werewolf is something else. It is downright intoxicating for a mere human to breathe in.

Mounting him, he was still all snarling and growls, even as I rode his cock and he started to buck his hips into me, I could still tell his instincts were driving him to kill me, the curse was not one to be broken by pussy.

When he finally climaxed within me, I was stuck on his knot. A werewolf's cock is massive, putting gnolls and wargs to shame. His unnatural stamina meant that he would be ready to go again before he even had a chance to go a little soft. I was stuck there the whole night, milking his cock for every drop, knowing if those chains failed, I was a dead woman. I was finally able to crawl off of him while he was reverting back to his human form.

Sure enough, my belly swelled in the coming months. I knew I was not carrying ordinary human children, as I looked ready to pop in only five months. I gave birth to two male… well, I'm actually unsure on what to call them other than my sons. A werewolf is a man who turns into a wolf, but when a werewolf impregnates a woman with his human seed, the curse is not carried over and she gives birth to a human child. The same occurred here, as I had expected, only he impregnated me with his wolf seed and I gave birth to two children who are permanently in their wolf forms, or rather, do not have human forms at all. The beginning of a new species altogether in its own right?

They are intelligent, but incapable of speech. They can still read and write however. They still have strong animalistic instincts, but have no issues with any kind of insane bloodlust, I like to think of them as the perfect merging of human and wolf. I bought a great deal of woodland in a very remote region for them to live when they reached adulthood, where they can have plenty of space to run and hunt, the pair are very good at catching deer. Of course I and many of their siblings visit them regularly, bringing them books and other luxuries.

Conclusion: Werewolf seed is indeed transformed and compatible with a human womb, however the process of mating with a werewolf is extremely fraught with danger and can really only be pulled off under very controlled circumstances, therefore, such a mating is ill advised to ever be replicated.

1. Hell Hounds

Hell Hounds are the aptly named canine beings of the hells. Creatures of hell are well known to be able to crossbreed with humans, some doing so intentionally, this created the tiefling race, who despite their parentage being traced back to creatures formed as manifestations of evil itself, their human side grants them free will, leaving them without a fixed morality. Of course that doesn't stop them from being a frequently reviled race.

However, while many tiefling varieties can be traced back to many varieties of devil and fiend, none are traced back to the hell hound. While hell hounds are smarter than wolves or dogs, they are similar to werewolves in that they are instinct driven to kill, the only difference being is that their masters in hell can train them on who and who not to kill. If any fiendish master did subject a victim to a hell hound breeding, the result of that never saw the surface world, or more likely, the victim never survived to bear fruit.

Summoning a hell hound was the easy part, getting it to obey and do as we needed was… trickier. First it was given a fireproof muzzle, then our wizard had to pose as a mad recluse, intent on using the hell hound to torture his prisoner before the muzzle would be taken off and it would be allowed to kill them. Hell hounds are smart, but their only driving desire is to kill and they are a personification of evil itself, anything less and it would have refused to play along, even trying to turn on its “master."

I was then brought in, wearing torn holy symbols and my hands and feet still clad in armor as though I was a pure maiden knight he had captured, chained on all fours. He ordered the hell hound to defile my pussy with hellish seed before my execution… and it did without hesitation.

At this stage I was no stranger to canine cocks, but as always, there was a new twist. The hell hound was roughly the size of a warg, but it's cock was red hot, I felt like my pussy was on fire. Not quite enough to do any damage, thankfully. But it still made my ability to pretend I was a captive being tortured that much easier.

Not that it was necessary, because let me tell you folks, sex with a hell hound hurts. A lot. I've had partners like the Warg's or Centaurs who simply didn't care about anything but their own pleasure, using me until they were satisfied. But this was well beyond that, this creature wanted it to hurt, he didn't care about his pleasure, only my pain. He put every inch of supernatural strength he had into thrusts, forcing his knot in and back out of me over and over. He made it last too, he seemed to be in complete control the whole time, making it last hours before he finally came. Of course when he expected to have his muzzle removed, he instead got banished back to hell.

Folks, I am well known to be a masochist, but even I have my limits and this definitely came close, if it didn't cross them outright. A big soft hunk of a gnoll to cuddle with for a few weeks definitely helped me get over it though.

Don't take this to mean I have regrets though, or that it slowed down my scientific quest, because if I was sent back in time and had to do it again, I would, as the experiment indeed left me gravid with the creatures spawn. A new variety of tiefling, covered head to toe in pitch black fur with a hound's face, other than that, these hell hound tieflings are really no different than the other kinds

Conclusion: While crossbreeding with a hell hound is indeed possible, it is ill-advised, even with the right precautions and a solid understanding of what you are signing up for. These creatures are intelligent and they do want to kill you.

1. Homunculus

A Homunculus is a magical construct, unlike golems, they are actually alive and are capable of independent thought, though their creators can still impose their will on them. It is the alchemical result of trying to create life using only blood, herbs and clay and infusing them with magic, you create a living being. It is one of the most difficult tasks in alchemy.

Most homunculus are humanoid in shape, but they can be shaped however the creator desires, they are also usually very small due to the difficulty in making them. Most are also not anatomically complete, lacking any sexual organs.

The alchemist I funded took several years before the investment paid off, a homunculus that was… fully equipped, frankly a full-sized penis looked rather silly on an impish, two foot tall man.

The sex was nothing to write home about, while the being had a psychic imprint of knowledge given to it from its creator, that didn't come with much in the way of sexual technique and I had to coach it much of the time.

The result was as I expected, but I still felt the need to try. The creature was entirely incapable of orgasm, in fact it told me that it didn't actually feel anything from our coupling, but took pleasure from the fact that I enjoyed myself. Whether homunculus are truly alive is a matter for magical debate, while they seem to think and feel, albeit in simpler, almost muted ways from most people, they lack actual biology. They are sustained through outside magical means, or by a bond with their creator and once that magic is gone, they turn to dust.

Regardless, I gave the creature a place in my employ, as he inherited much of his creator's alchemical knowledge, I set him up a laboratory, where he can also teach some of my children the craft if they are interested. I also bestowed upon him my late fathers collection of enchanted weapons as I have no use for them, he is free to siphon their energy for a few hundreds years of life if he so desires.

Conclusion: A homunculus is incapable of true sexual intercourse, let alone breeding.

1. Tentacle Beasts

Tentacle Beasts is a blanket term for otherworldly tentacles conjurers summon, often as a way to ensnare their foes. Of course due to their phallic nature, they are often the subject of jests that conjurers also use them for personal pleasure. The question became, is it possible to breed with any of these creatures?

Now, I know many of you readers are thinking “Of course not, tentacles are an appendage, not a penis." but with no concrete knowledge on their actual anatomy, that was enough of an excuse for me to try!

We went through many iterations of the creatures, conjuring different tentacles from various planes of existence and this theory seemed to remain true. Orders to breed with me went ignored and they often had to be given more specific orders to actually achieve our goal of having them couple with me. It was good kinky fun, but we really weren't accomplishing anything.

That was until during my search I encountered another wizard who promised me results. We secluded ourselves, just me, him and my gnoll bodyguard who insisted on the added security. He chanted the spell in some ancient language I didn't recognize, in hindsight with how much I know about magic… should have been a red flag.

But when the tentacles did appear, green and girthy, they knew just what to do without any orders, coiling around me and ravaging my holes, it was bliss.

Then, as soon as they were gone, my belly began to swell. This time it felt different, with the Satyr's I just felt bloated and heavy, this I felt nauseous, like I was experiencing every bout of morning sickness all at once…

Conclusion: I do not remember. Both mine and my bodyguards recollection of events stopped just before I gave birth. Whatever offspring I had was gone, along with the strange wizard. The results shall forever remain a mystery.

So concludes this volume of Julia Daring's Encyclopedia of Interspecies Breeding! Keep an eye on your most dubious book vendors for the next volume, where I finally track down a minotaur!