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The [Pal Merchant] shrugged off his pack, the collection of [Pal Sphere]s within jostling with a distinct clacking sound as he set his burden down. In the company of Beryl, he'd been allowed entry to the hollow mountain fortress with the promise of an introduction to her Chieftain, and now she had left him in one of the small homes dotted about the central corkscrew of platforms which constituted the heart of the encampment while she went to fetch the settlement leader. It was a well-furnished space, a stone structure made homely by a collection of rugs and wall fixtures, with a separate room for a kitchen and another for sleeping; far superior to the simple shack he'd been living in back at the [Small Settlement]. Not even the higher ups of the [Rayne Syndicate] lived in such luxury, but here was a [Fine Bed] just for him, even his own [Cooking Pot] rather than a communal [Campfire]. And that was without even mentioning the dedicated bathhouse and other utilities!

“These Palfuckers sure are living it up, huh?" He'd once thought that interbreeding with the monsters was solely the province of those [Free Pal Alliance] hypocrites, discounting the occasional bit of [Rayne Syndicate] sadism, and predatory [Lovander], of course. He never would have expected such excessive deviancy to simply spring up from nowhere right on the doorstep of the [Plateau of Beginnings], but here was a lewd Chieftain who didn't much seem to mind the extreme taboo of mating with Pals. No, he was clearly revelling in it, having somehow seduced Beryl to the cause and now appealing for even more villagers to join them in this depraved paradise!

What had he done to change that girl so profoundly? The [Pal Merchant] had met Beryl several times before, and until recently considered her a rather modest girl. Overly earnest and perhaps a little quick to jump to conclusions, but not at all the type to be involved in something like this. He'd known about her plan to produce an egg to meet the [Rayne Syndicate]'s tithe, but never thought that she'd have the guts to go through with it. In fact, it had been his plan to show up at the last moment to offer her one of his own reserve Pals, a throwaway that he could afford to lose at only minor expense. Honest girls like her were easy to take advantage of, and he fully intended to take his time in extracting an appropriate payment from her for his heroic assistance. She wouldn't have been the first naive islander girl whose virginity he'd bloodied his cock with. Play his cards right, and he might have had her take to a [Pal Sphere] by choice, a tidy little pet that he could drain his balls into on those lonely nights camping out in the field.

But rather than appear before him grovelling and begging for help, instead she'd come with tales of a mystery man accompanied by powerful servants, and a rather sheepish admission that she hadn't entirely hated being bred by his [Alpha Chillet]. She'd been journeying alone since, only stopping by every once in a while; and after a few weeks had shown up out of the blue with the astounding offer of protection from the [Rayne Syndicate] for all those that would join her. By now, she had practically become a missionary for the perverted cause, proud of her position inside the camp as a personal possession of the Chieftain and wombslave to his male Pals. She openly praised the knotfucking that only an [Anubis] could give her, and shamelessly waxed lyrical about the birthgasm she'd endured while passing his egg.

With an audience of quite a few young women whose prescribed destiny was to end up as playthings for the [Rayne Syndicate], she told her stories of this new [Guild], a well-provisioned fortress with stalwart defences and ample comforts. Unbeknownst to her Chieftain, she'd taken a few liberties with her explanation – and rather than advertise the place as an environment in which Luke intended to do nothing more than continue to indulge the needs of his Pals with the hopes that any islanders could keep an open mind about it all, she instead gave her own impressions. Submission and surrender would be expected of those under the rule of the mighty Chieftain, and all beneath him were as much his possessions as the Pals he carried with him. She spoke of a hierarchy in which one's worth was determined quite fairly by the Chieftain himself, not by the numbers which showed up when a tablet was waved at you. Carnal endeavours were just as important as crafting proficiencies and combat aptitude, but there was plenty more that he attributed value to as well. With time, they'd come to see things as she did – a hard ride on the hefty draconic cock of an [Alpha Chillet] was not duty but reward, and the competition to become the Chiefs favourite fostered a camaraderie through the whole camp. She was his woman, his owned female, and if they bowed alongside her, then they could be, too!

Luke would have screamed in frustration if he knew the sort of expectations that Beryl was forcing on these women, dressing him up as some sort of sexual warlord aiming to build an almighty harem-kingdom of Humans and Pals both. [Lovander] meanwhile, would probably have lifted Beryl onto her shoulders and paraded her around the fortress with glee, having finally found someone that fully understood her vision of a perverted utopia.

“I wonder how many will take him up on the offer…"

Honestly, he was considering it himself. Thinking about it objectively, as much as the rhetoric of taboo made the idea somewhat repulsive on an instinctual level, sexual submission to a Pal couldn't be any worse than the time he'd been forced to the ground and brutally fucked by the [Syndicate Hunter] for the crime of presenting him with a substandard haul. It was impossible for him to conduct his business without access to a [Pal Box] to check the stats of the monsters he traded in, and only Settlement Chiefs and Faction Leaders carried those ultra-rare tablets that could do the same. Allying himself to the [Rayne Syndicate] permitted him to use the [Pal Box] hidden away in the [Small Settlement], and they gave him his freedom in return for a hefty slice of his catches and profits. Better that than being forced to join the gang itself like near every other male of the village. If the Palfuckers could offer him a better deal, then why shouldn't he consider it? It beat his original plan of stringing them along while he looked for a chance to sell them all out to the [Rayne Syndicate].

He took a deep breath, and then sighed out the exhalation, “This could be a chance to turn over a new leaf…" The [Palpagos Islands] were a place in which the philosophy of survival of the fittest reigned supreme, the strong ruled and the weak bowed, and the [Pal Merchant] had bloodied his hands plenty to get by. Well, perhaps a little bit more than was strictly necessary, but it would be an empty existence if he didn't seize his desires with both hands every once in a while. If he had to choose someone to bow to, then which was the better Master? The shotgun-toting [Syndicate Hunter] that ruled over the [Small Settlement] of shitty shacks, or this pervert Palfucker and his fortress paradise?

The answer was obvious. The [Pal Merchant] owed little loyalty to the village elder that served as the [Syndicate Hunter]'s Chieftain proxy, and even less to the [Syndicate Hunter] himself. Already aggressive to begin with, that man had gone all sorts of crazy since his camp had been [Raided] and the [Anubis] he'd been pursuing for so long stolen away by some retard with a deathwish. This Palfucker might be a deviant, but if all he had to do to live here and open up his shop was to kneel between the legs of some Pal every now and again and swallow a load of deviant jizz, then that was scarce price to pay for the chance to live in this palace! Maybe if he worked hard, the Chief would let him have a go at a few of the islander girls that didn't quite meet his standards?

“That settles it, then…"

He reached his conclusion in time with Luke's arrival, the surprisingly plain looking man striding into the room with his best impression of dignity and presence. He was clad in a complete set of [Metal Armour], with a [Foxparks] at his heels, the living flamethrower affixing the [Pal Merchant] with a particularly cold glare. It was surprising to see the Chief with so meagre a guardian, and not the [Anubis] that Beryl was so keen on, or that lethal [Direhowl] he'd seen earlier patrolling the stone bulwark. Given everything that he'd heard of this camp's unstoppable servants, surely this meant that the little vulpine creature concealed some sort of mighty power! There could be no explanation but that for a man of such fearsome reputation, and it was a misconception sufficient to have him brought to rigid attention when directed to seat himself at the [Round Table].

In truth, Luke hadn't even considered bringing Catrian along to this meeting; and as for Glace – the reason that it had taken him so long to arrive was that he'd needed to reward her morning of patrolling by dumping a load of superior Human cum into her servile cunt, and it might have been a bit excessive for this newcomer's first impression of the camp to be of [Direhowl] showing off a puffy spade glazed with her Master's essence. Because she would surely show it off as a mark of pride, even to this fresh arrival, unknowingly enforcing every exaggeration of depravity that Beryl had been spreading around the [Small Settlement].

Actually, were they really exaggerations at this point?

Ashley assessed the [Pal Merchant] carefully, an unknown male whose draping curtains of white hair concealed most of his face, fair skinned with mildly effeminate features and clothed in a long sea-blue coat. Luke's first impression of him was that much like Beryl, here was another islander whose appearance was suspiciously perfect, but the Pal judged the [Pal Merchant] much more harshly. Her instincts told her that there was something shady about the man… but that didn't mean that he couldn't be of use to her Master. Only that she would have to keep a very careful eye on him. As Luke took a seat at one side of the [Round Table], the little [Foxparks] hopped up into his lap, though the seriousness of her vigil was undercut slightly when she sneezed a cute little spark of flame into her Master's cuff.

Both men pretended not to notice.

“Welcome. Beryl says you're a pragmatic sort, so we'll to get straight to terms…" Luke spoke first, slipping into the carefully crafted persona of command that he'd been using to deal with the islanders so far. This [Pal Merchant] hadn't been the first, and now amongst the residents he'd two more islander girls, and a [Wandering Merchant] – that being the source of most of the ingredients required for the [Cake]s he'd been producing of late. Ashley had been the beneficiary of one of them, and had recently birthed an egg herself.

She tried to keep her attention on the newcomer while that memory played at the edge of her mind quite unbidden. Her Master received some sort of advantage from his tablet for collecting a full dozen of her species, and why should he waste his time catching another eleven when she'd happily birth him a whole family of her kin? Barely a week ago, she'd found herself in his arms, his maleness buried under her tail while he spread her vulpine spade with those wonderfully dexterous Human fingers, praising her for the tightness grasping at his plundering cock while fucking her through the birthgasms she'd had around their egg. There was a time when she would have considered that scene the height of depravity, but now she regarded such couplings as rather intimate.

Considering that quite a large queue had formed of those hoping to partake of future [Cake]s, Ashley might have caused a riot if she'd demanded another ten for herself to complete the incestuous harem that she wanted to build for her precious Master all at once. Well, since her first son had hatched as a [Foxparks Cryst] rather than a typical [Foxparks], maybe she'd be allowed to push out a complete collection of those as well? After a few of the other girls had their turns, of course. There was a ruinously arousing satisfaction to it all, and her vixen pussy slickened to the memory of that last climax, when her Master's cock had slipped from beneath her tail in its final thrusts, only to baste the freshly delivered egg with the products of his orgasm, soon to be joined by a jet of her own squirting femcum.

Pals did not grow, each emerging from the egg as a fully formed adult, with racial memories, [Passive Skills], fighting techniques, and more, all carried with them from the moment that they first opened their eyes. There wasn't much variation in appearance, and the individuality of a Pal was much informed by their environment, the highly adaptable creatures moulded to fit in wherever they ended up. Naturally, that meant that Ashley had begun the training of her son almost immediately, drilling into him his place as he learned the nature of the camp that was his home.

[Foxparks Cryst] had the privilege of being the very first Pal fathered by their collective Master, and he was to be as dedicated to the cock that sired him as zealously as any other Human-owned Pal slut. In fact, he was about ready to have his first time with Luke – [Leezpunk] had promised them both a space in the bedtime roster, and tonight was the night.

She gave a small huff, almost sneezing again. Clearly, she was the most dedicated of all the Pals to her Master, going so far as to build a family with him and with intent to deliver a full roster of sons and daughters, females made into fawning devotees, males bred to subservience. She needed him to stay. She'd do anything to have him give up on his goal of escaping from the [Palpagos Islands], and as much as this whole idea of raising up an incestuous harem for him had become a distinct part of her own sexual proclivity, she still thought of its main purpose as being one of binding Luke here, to the camp, to all of his Pals, and to her most of all.

Ashley loved him. And while most Pals of the camp by now would likely make the same proclamation, her feelings were probably the closest to the Human idea of the word. She did not view their relationship quite as transactionally as some of the others would, with bonds more rooted in what he gave them than pure emotion. To be held in his arms was the peak of satisfaction, every kiss made her melt. She loved when he doted on her, when he would run his fingers through her fur in little trails, or let her ride on his shoulder when he walked about the camp on his morning inspections. Being bred to gravidity and then drowned in his affections while she birthgasmed out his eggs was just a bonus.

Okay, it was more than a just bonus. But that didn't make her a pervert! She was pure and wholesome, and nothing at all like that depraved [Lovander]! No matter how arousing it had been to present her son with her spread cunt to have him eat his father's creampie from her spade the other night. She definitely had not climaxed so hard that she'd passed out and wet herself, much like the terminally weak to pleasure [Tombat] often did! And anyone that claimed such a thing had happened was a liar!

She scrunched up her face. These days, her head was so full of lewd thoughts that it felt a little strange to look back on her previous self. She was still just as devoted to her Master as she had always been, but since their relationship had turned carnal, a lot of the anxiety and self-doubt which once clouded her heart had been dispelled. Her ideas of romance which had once seemed so shallow and immature were now the guiding star that she clung to so fiercely. Her Master was going to choose to stay. Not because of [Lovander]'s lewd utopia, but because she was going to get through to the Human and prove that her love was real, and not just the working off of arousal onset by that lewd lizard's pheromones!

A pity that [Leezpunk]s sign language communication that the whole camp was in love with their Master had been somewhat lost in translation, or maybe this entire matter would have been settled already. Why was this man so sharp when it came to everything else, but so completely dense regarding everyone's feelings!? Well, if rudimentary sign language had failed in getting the point across, they'd have to try something else. Maybe there was a Pal out there somewhere with an ability that could help?

Her expression darkened as she cast her gaze back to the shady man that was being interviewed, and he flinched at the obvious ire, clearly thinking that he'd made some sort of misstep in his negotiations. Foxparks scowled even more deeply when she realised that she'd been too busy fantasising for the last few minutes to properly pay attention to the [Pal Merchant], even after acknowledging that there was something a little off about him right from the start.

Still, there was something a little off about most of the Pals that had joined the camp, and were these Humans really any different? So long as they were all properly subservient to their Master, a little eccentricity was allowed here and there. And as for this guy – Ashley barely even acknowledged him as a male. As much as there was a little edge to him, much like the [Wandering Merchant] (which may well have been his twin, if not for the contrasting colour of coat), this Human looked somewhat feminised, a little too gentle in his features and hardly an alpha male type. Any problems could probably be cut off before they even had a chance to start if their Master could be encouraged to fuck this lesser male into the same broken subservience that he'd bred into his Pals.

Though, Luke didn't look too keen to mate with other Humans in general. He'd still not claimed Beryl, after all, despite having by now watched her made sport of by just about every pal of the camp, male and female. Apparently, Human pregnancies were quite different to those involving Pals, and there was a long and messy process much less convenient than gestating an egg over a single night to pass it in the morning. As much as Ashley and Vanilla agreed that their Master knocking up Beryl may well be the sort of thing that would guarantee that he chose to stay on the [Palpagos Islands], both of them were firmly against it. For now, at least. In [Lovander]'s lewd utopia, there was no room for any Queen but her. And [Foxparks] hated the idea of her mate giving the humanlike affection that she so craved to… well, a Human.

Together, they'd entered into a pact, and their solution was rather simple. Beryl was free-use for the camp Pals, so why not take full advantage of that status she'd so willingly conferred onto herself? She wouldn't have any time to spread her legs for her Chieftain when every hour that she wasn't engaged in some vital camp task or another, her face was forced into someone's recently creamed cunt, or her own reamed by one of the Pal cocks that she'd come to lust after so desperately. That said… it was clear that the dick that she wanted most of all was firmly attached to the man that owned her, and it had been quite the effort to stymie her overtures towards Luke.

Thankfully, despite having fallen to complete sexual depravity, Beryl remained quite innocent when it came to romance, surprisingly maidenlike and too busy blushing and stammering to get to the point of asking her Chieftain to take her as a wife and fuck a baby into her. In the end, it was all a contest for the affections of their Master, wholesome, lewd, and romantic, everyone in the camp wanted to be his favourite. The strong bowed to the weak, possessed by the powerful, and Luke's position at the head of the [Guild] combined with the abundance of [Lovander] pheromones inundating the hollow mountain fortress, demanded an instinctual submission of all within as the natural laws of the [Palpagos Islands] imposed themselves.

And the more that his power grew, his roster of Pals expanded, and his Level rose, the grander that imposition and its lewd bent would become.

Luke of course, had only the vaguest awareness of this, and no idea of the full scope of multiplicative absurdities that were gradually raising him up to a position in which porn logic was… well, just logic. He was now negotiating with a man that before this meeting would have called himself a dominant male, as straight as a [Stone Spear], whose sole sexual encounter with the same gender had come when the [Syndicate Hunter] had raped him as punishment. That same man, whose first wandering thought had been 'I'd rather suck a Human cock than a Pal one', now had his small fantasy progress into a dream of submission to the grander masculinity that he was faced with, and he adjusted his waistband to conceal the erection that it had produced in him. His nose twitched slightly and his cheeks reddened as he imagined hot breath across his neck, and a voice in his ear, a whisper of 'good girl' as his dream-self moaned out a feminine whine and bitchgasmed like an obedient little whore.

His Chief-to-be hadn't noticed. But Ashley had, and that was the moment that she ceased to see the shady [Pal Merchant] as any sort of threat. It was after all, entirely natural and in keeping with the proper order of things for such a surrender to occur. Give it time, and this lesser male would probably end up the same sort of toy for the Pals to enjoy as Beryl was, and whatever wilfulness he might be hiding behind his eyes would be firmly fucked out of him when the pathetic ornament that he called a cock striped its meagre load onto the floor below, a better man on his back.

“Um… h-here." He stuttered, his voice raising ever so slightly in pitch as he retrieved two [Pal Sphere]s from the top of his pack, “A… gift, yeah? [Broncherry] and [Broncherry Aqua], for your plantations." The [Pal Merchant] swallowed, “They're sisters. Both got pushed out by the same [Free Pal Alliance] whore who let one of these monsters on her back- shit, no offence, I know you're a Palfucker and- shit, sorry. I- if you're gonna make me fuck a Pal, can you at least pick one of the ones that stand on two legs and are kinda Human shaped?"

A little mortified, Luke did his best to appear nonchalant as in the next few minutes of conversation he managed to gather exactly what sort of image that Beryl had been giving him while advertising his camp – and came to the realisation that at this point, there wasn't really any stopping it. He thought quickly, “Ahem… everyone has to contribute to the camp. Some people might work the [Stone Pit], or the [Wheat Plantation], or the [Cooking Pot]. Some might go hunting and come back with materials. Taking care of the Pals and breeding with them is just one other thing of value that you can do in my service." He took up the two [Pal Sphere]s, hoping to make a quick getaway before any misunderstandings compounded, “Having your shop open here is more than enough to earn your keep. This house is henceforth yours…"

He thanked the man for his gracious gift, inwardly quite pleased that the missing proficiencies of [Planting] and [Watering] were finally taken care of, and with the promise of having Beryl show him around later in the day (after the punishment he was planning for her), finally made his exit with [Foxparks] riding atop his shoulder.

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Luke sighed as the door closed behind him, “What the fuck are the [Free Pal Alliance] supposed to be?" In order to not out himself as an outsider, he'd always been careful to stay quiet and nod along when things he didn't understand came up, doing his best to covertly gather information through the course of a conversation without breaking his persona as a dominant and unyielding Chieftain. Through the small amount of prodding he'd managed towards the tail-end of their talk, he'd come to understand them as another faction similar to the [Rayne Syndicate], and there were implications raised of other groups, too. Bad enough that he had to deal with the not-mafia lording it over the region where he'd made his base, but should his current push northwards in his explorations continue, he'd probably run into these weirdos as well.

“Maybe it would be better to cross the water into that desert past the [Eastern Wild Island]…" He leaned against the [Stone Wall], running his fingers back through his hair as he swept the sweat from his brow. Luke always endeavoured to be prepared for every eventuality, and he was hoping to find some hidden nook to place a secondary camp as a fallback position should his strategy of making the hollow mountain fortress look more trouble than it was worth fail, and the [Rayne Syndicate] come in force to crush him after all.

A little deserted island or something would be most ideal, and as he was now accepting other Humans into his [Guild], it would probably be for the best to move some of his more sensitive weapon production there as well. Beryl could run things, she was pretty competent, and he'd grown to trust her to some extent. Not quite so much as to reveal himself as a man from beyond the Mists, but enough to be happy to have her watch his back. Then again, like most of the camp, her sex drive had grown to the extent that she probably wouldn't last long out there without some satisfaction. Maybe Catrian could go with her?

Beryl. She'd made a couple of approaches on him of late, clearly fishing for a deeper relationship, and Luke had done his best impression of being oblivious to it. Obviously, just like the Pals, her feelings were nothing deeper than the desire to work off the effects of [Lovander] pheromones, and it would be the height of conceit for him to imagine that she actually liked him. He reached up and idly scratched [Foxparks] behind the ears. Yes, this little vixen as well, with all of her long meaningful looks, was just thirsty for a good dicking and nothing more than that. Obviously.

The Pals had their own hierarchies, and [Passive Skill]s and Levels seemed to play a great part in that. Since breeding with Humans often resulted in offspring of superior quality, he'd indulged the females that had approached him hoping for an egg, and left the turn order to [Leezpunk] to determine, with [Foxparks] up first. Now there was both a [Foxparks Cryst] and [Eikthyrdeer Terra] running around that he'd sired, which inspired some rather complicated feelings in the man.

He'd once thought that if he'd any offspring on the [Palpagos Islands] at all, it would be enough for him to give up entirely on his hopes of escaping, but when he beheld the Pal hatched to him and [Foxparks], rather than the parental affection that he'd anticipated, he instead felt a very different instinct trigger at the forefront of his mind. Possessiveness. Luke was self-aware enough to know that his time here had not only invoked some unnatural traits in him, quite exotic tastes and a near-bottomless sexual appetite being the least egregious. Most troubling was the intoxicating sense of supremacy over his [Guild] and his Pals, the instinctual feeling that they were all his belongings, a way of thinking not dissimilar to an Alpha Pal. This [Foxparks Cryst] was his. The little blue fox belonged to him more deeply than any of his other Pals, and it worried him quite a lot that his first thought regarding his son was one of desire, the need to breed him to submission and teach him his place as his father's devoted cocksleeve. The taboo of incest which should be familiar to him as a Human of the modern world didn't even cross his mind, and that was worrying as well.

Of course, it didn't help when he'd caught the [Ice Type] practicing a side-by-side presentation of the hindquarters in front of the [Antique Wall Mirror] with his mother. If he'd not been so busy with the time crunch sorting out the furnishings of the homes he was hoping to pitch to prospective residents, then Luke probably would have taken them both right there and then. Yes. He'd dump a deep womb-basting load into Ashley, then force [Foxparks Cryst]'s muzzle into her overflowing cunt while he fucked the little fox subservient.

Luke blinked, and shook his head, determined to clear it of the thought. No. he should do more to resist the seductions of the instincts that the [Palpagos Islands] were forcing on him. He cared for his Pals, and his focus should be making this grand fortress a safe and happy place for them all to live. He'd keep exploring and raising his Level, and then one day, he'd find a way to escape and leave them the camp as a legacy. That was the least he could do to pay them back for sticking with him, and enduring the lewd proclivities brought on by [Lovander] pheromones.

For now, he'd better get on with the rest of his day, and his next task would be to make sure that Beryl received an appropriate punishment for her misrepresentation of the [Guild]. A few prospective retributions flashed through his mind, most of them quite lewd, and he discarded them all for the reason that she'd probably enjoy most of the selection. While not quite the masochist of [Tombat]'s level, this islander girl really did seem to like it when Luke took charge in a more aggressive fashion, most of all when he had her bred in some humiliating fashion by the Pals for him to watch. She was probably most dangerous of them all – if he succumbed to his lusts and knocked her up, then it really would be game over for his intent of crossing the Mists, for he felt none of the strange instincts that he held for the Pals that he sired towards any hypothetical Human offspring.

He set down [Foxparks] and turned his mind to contriving some sort of tedious gathering mission to send Beryl and [Nyafia] off on. Then, with a final pat of the head, he left behind the vixen to be about the rest of his day.

Ashley watched him go with an expression of longing writ large across her face. She'd plenty of bothersome thoughts of her own, mostly related to how these newcomer Humans were going to fit into the complex web of competitions, rivalries, secret deals, and factions, which formed the camp hierarchy. Their Master, or Chief as the Humans put it, was the sole person allowed to decide their value, and it would be quite troubling if he came to place the islanders higher than the Pals. It would be best if they could all be made like Beryl, dedicated possessions on equal footing with the monsters. Well, equal wasn't quite the right word. As the roster had grown, other small hierarchies had started to take root. Nothing quite as extreme as the divide which had once split the camp between [Lovander] and [Eikthyrdeer], but more of an argument about what proper surrender to the Master should look like.

Of those in charge of the smaller hierarchies, Catrian was probably the most respected, not only by virtue of being an [Anubis], but for his adherence and enforcement of the natural order, he put a much more pragmatic spin on the concept of their lewd camp than Vanilla's proselytising of a perverted utopia. Rather surprisingly, the lewd lizard seemed to not much mind these rival ideas of how best to facilitate Luke's rule. As far as she saw it, no matter how everyone was justifying it to themselves, they were no less part of her depraved paradise, and she'd do whatever was necessary to bring everyone into the fold. A little force was never off the table – or so she would say.

Still, if there was anything that [Foxparks] could do to make things easier for her Master, she was proactive enough to take initiative herself. Someone had to do something about these Human islanders before the situation got away from them, and Catrian was the one to go to for advice when it came to hierarchies. At the very least, she'd get something more meaningful than [Lovander] suggesting that the new Humans all simply be fucked to submission. Ashley could already envision the phrasing – probably something about pushing the faces of the males into the lewd lizard's pheromone laced cunt until they were so intoxicated by her pheromones that they couldn't even get hard anymore without huffing her femcum; and the females, well as the last thing that they wanted was for their Master to knock up a Human and get attached to them, they could be devoted wombslaves to the male Pals instead.

“What happened to this camp? It feels like yesterday I was throwing a tantrum about [Lovander] corrupting our Master…" There was a strange sense of defeat to it, “Vanilla really did get her way in the end. I don't hate it, but… I wish that she could understand the same sort of wholesome love that I feel for him." She shook her head, “No, it would be weird for a [Lovander] to genuinely fall in love with someone…"

Determined to find Catrian, she padded through the camp, making her way to one of the Pal dormitories that her Master had built. Each was a simple barn with a row of [Fluffy Pal Bed]s, but Luke had paid careful attention to furnishings and amenities, making sure to have a building catered to each size category and limb configuration of those intended to inhabit it. Each was a private space, and the building inhabited by Catrian and his daughter was designed for Pals that were roughly similar to Humans and subsequently not too different to the stone houses built for the islanders.

She'd not seen much of the two [Anubis] of late. While Catrian had quite balanced stats and [Passive Skill]s, his daughter had hatched with a full roster of combat-focused traits and a [Musclehead] attitude to match. Since this made her such a valuable warrior Pal, certain to be the strongest of their Master's team if she could put on enough levels and hone her fighting instincts, Catrian had been giving her private training whenever she wasn't out in the field with the Human, and the camp had generally left them to their own devices. This was important work, after all – they were surely putting in their full effort to make her the ultimate protector for their Master!

Which is why [Foxparks] was quite appalled when the sound that she heard coming from within the building was not the expected grunts of exertion, but instead a stifled moan of forbidden pleasure.

To Pals, there was no taboo to be found regarding incest, with all expected to submit to the Alpha regardless of any relation. And as most of any respective pack tended to be fathered by that same Alpha, it was common for daughters with worthwhile [Passive Skill]s to be claimed by their sire, and sons brought to heel by either the force of a superior Level besting them in combat, or sexual submission to the cock of their better – which had become all the more common of late thanks to the prevailing influence of a certain male [Lovander] travelling the region. That said, there was a forbidden thrill to familial breeding, the imposition of a rule of hierarchies which played to the base nature of the [Palpagos Islands] in which the superior, patriarchal figure, claimed his due of those that he possessed, and submission to that authoritative figure came as a matter of course. This is why the likes of [Cremis] found it quite comforting, secure even, to live a life as devoted slave and cocksleeve to his Alpha father.

It was also the reason behind the expression of pure bliss that Catrian's daughter was wearing, lying on her back over a [Fluffy Pal Bed] with her limbs spread out and her father kneeling between her legs. From the doorway at which [Foxparks] had paused, she'd quite the view from behind the male, his hands set against tan inner thighs, thumbs parting the soft blue inner flesh of the yielding pussy he was dragging his tongue over, from undertail all the way to the embedded clit of a puffy black spade. The vixen concealed herself immediately, thankful for the bright glow of the sun sublimating her own illumination, she'd only a chance of being caught if they turned around to face her directly and Ashley would have more than enough time to scarper if such a movement was impending.

Wait, why was she watching? She should either walk in and give them a piece of her mind or pretend that she hadn't seen and come back later…

Any introspection was interrupted by the dull whine of the female as she reached what was clearly the most recent of several orgasms going by the sheer mess of matted fur between her thighs and over Catrian's face, “H-honoured father… fuck… it's too many… A-ah!" She squirmed as his efforts redoubled, moaning out words both respectful and vulgar, “Please – I need your fucking knot already!"

The [Anubis] male smacked his lips, “Do not be so weak." He warned, “Master's Pals keep passing out under him when he breeds them lately. This training will ensure that you can withstand him. No matter how many times he makes you cum on his superior Human cock, you will keep your mind." Catrian growled, “You won't trick me into knotting you and ending training early to cuddle again."

She took a great intake of breath and then whined her exhalation, the heave of her chest accentuating a pair of quite modest furred breasts revealed by the absence of the usual poncho-like usekh garment worn by her race, “Honoured father… Master is my Alpha, he owns us both, but…" She took another shuddering breath, body twitching as a broad canine tongue cleaved through her nethers, “I love your cock, too. I'm so grateful that Master lets you mate me. I cannot wait until he has us both together again…"

Another hopeless moan as her father dug into her spread cunt, dragging more deeply with his thumbs to divide her spade and nuzzle against her exposed clit, his tongue drawing from her a lewd symphony. Catrian's daughter seized at her own breasts, showing herself off for the male giving her such pleasure. As much as she belonged to her Master, her father was the dominant force in her life, the source of guidance and authority by which she lived inside this lewd camp. She admired and respected him, and those feelings only made it all the more erotic to watch the Human breed him to subservience.

Gifted with the heightened senses of an [Anubis], she had drunk in every last bit of the experience, the sight of her father tied up in [Rope] bondage by [Leezpunk] to be presented to their Master, his face slackening into one of ruinous surrender as stroke by stroke he was made into a cock-lusting bitch. He'd moan hotly, his body quaking, making these small little twitches which came in the moments preceding a quivering bitchgasm. And his daughter found the sight of the best man in her life brought low by one even greater to be arousing enough for the thought to wet her father's face with yet another squirting climax.

Catrian seized at her thighs, resisting the instinct to sink in his claws. As much as he called this training, he had to admit that his own desires were involved as well, made obvious by the strain of the azure length beneath him, knotted cock fully erect and dripping with the precum of need. His original motives had been reasonably pure – his daughter would need to be trained in order to withstand the pleasure of being bred by their Master, and it was rather shameful that the only Pal that was really able to keep up with the man for a full session of late was [Lovander].

His daughter though, had proved to be a surprisingly erotic creature, and after having her first time with their Master and fainting after only a few wombplundering breedings of her Human-owned canine spade, she'd thrown herself into these training sessions with aplomb. Now, along with combat practice and some guidance with her proficiencies, she'd often end up being fucked hard by her father, the mess of [Anubis] cum that he'd pour into her well-stretched spade usually eaten out by the same islander slut that had birthgasmed out her egg.

Beryl was freely used by the entire camp and in high demand, but the two [Anubis] still managed to claim her from time to time, spiriting the girl away for these covert training sessions. After all, not only did Catrian's daughter need to be well-trained in withstanding pleasure and taking a cock demanding enough to wombfuck her, but she'd need to be experienced enough in eating pussy to be able to put on a show for her owner if ever he set her before another female. Well that, and there was something oddly delectable about eating a load of her father's canine cream out of her mother's knot-fucked to gaping pussy, a Human cunt fully surrendered to exotic Pal cock.

This teasing was frustrating. She wasn't allowed to be proactive while her father tended to her, and he'd grown quite masterful at devouring her spade, an intrinsically high perception from the [Anubis] propensity to judge others gifting him with the ability to read her body well and control her pleasure. Were it any other male but him or her Master, she probably would have just wrestled them to the ground and rode their cocks until she was satisfied by now just as the lewd lizard probably would have, but even though her power was slowly growing to the point of eclipsing her father, she owed him too much deference to ever do such a thing.

And it was true that such training was necessary. Losing to a [Lovander] was simply unacceptable, but even both of the [Anubis] together had failed to outlast the Human, her father bitchgasming himself dry and fainting in a pool of his own wasted essence, and her passing out at some point when she was fucked her under the tail as well, the contents of her already well-seeded cunt leaking out over her restrained sire's face while she was bred over him. The pair of jackals faced the humiliation of being discarded in a messy pile, their Master sating the last of his lust with the [Cremis] cocksleeve that usually served as his pillow.

The combination of stat boosts from the tablet and several months of living in the proximity of a devoted [Lovander] slut had turned this Human into something unstoppable, the peak of a sexual hierarchy which the natural laws of the [Palpagos Islands] further enforced. But, what a wonderful challenge that was. There was worth in overcoming it, and in doing so, she would surely make her father proud. So proud, that perhaps he would reward her with an egg of their own? It was her duty to carry the offspring of the Alpha and she looked forward to being knocked up by her Master, but she would be honoured to do as her mother had as well, to spend a whole night knotfucked by this wonderful male, her womb flooded with seed over and over as the egg came to term. And then, she could enjoy the same squirming birthgasms that the islander girl had when pushing out her own egg.

She belonged to her Master, and she loved him as her Alpha. But her love for her father was different. Humans might approximate it as something closer to romantic love, the way that her heart yearned for him in so different a way. As a Pal, she struggled to communicate it, and it felt forbidden to say words that made clear her divided loyalties. She wanted her father as her mate, and all of the depravities of their breeding sessions aside, her true feelings were quite wholesome.

Perhaps they could both take her? In sex, that could be an apt middle ground. Her father firmly knotted beneath her tail, holding her from behind in a tender embrace, arms beneath her knees in an immobilising hug, her defenceless spade presented for her Master to fuck to ruin. Maybe then he could make sport of the other male as well – and she would be able to experience each of her father's quivering bitchgasms as their Master fucked so much seed from him that it crawled up her gut and drooled from her muzzle.

That fantasy invoked another climax, of course. She moaned hotly, knowing that the sounds of her pleasure served well to work up her father. This was as much endurance training for him as it was for her, her sensitive canine nose twitching to the scent of his need. He'd entered the camp as a devoted male-bitch for their Master, but of late had really come into his own, rediscovering his sense of masculinity and encouraging it in others that had previously surrendered everything that made them male in favour of raising their tails for the Human instead. Although all submitted to the Alpha, there was only so much Master to go around – and thanks to Catrian, the Pals were now a little more predisposed to take care of each other as well.

“Honoured father… please…" She begged, legs twitching as she fought the urge to wrap them around him. He'd drawn his muzzle from her spade, licking from his face the clinging strings of femcum that had come along with it, and now moved up her body to capture a breast inside of his bite, one large hand resting only briefly against her twitching post-climax pussy before two fingers twisted into her. He wasn't quite as dexterous as the Human, but his digits were larger and the strength of a Pal significantly greater. All that she could do was take his upper body into an embrace and cling to her father while the lewd shlicking sound of her plundered cunt resounded in the room around them.

Orgasm came quickly. And then another. And then another. Her puffy spade was frothed into a lewd mess of femslick, her insides grasping and massaging at her father's fingers as he trained her to be a better slut for their Master. And, truth be told, a better slut for him as well. It was right and proper for all in the camp to surrender everything to their Alpha, all belonged to the Master above all else. But, to Catrian, this female belonged to him as well. He yearned to polish her into a warrior and a mate that his Master could be proud of. He hoped to submit alongside her, that the Human breed them both to complete satisfaction. And yes, he wanted to have her as well. He wanted to fuck his daughter, knot her subservient little cunt, and hold her spade parted so that their Master could watch her push out their egg.

He loved her as much as he lusted for her, heretical though that thought was for one so bound up in the doctrine of universal submission to the Master, the proper order of things in which the weak surrendered to the strong, and the powerful held responsibility for their devotees. But, if he could allow himself one selfish hypocrisy, it would be this: his daughter for his mate.

“Honoured father…" She moaned the words into his ear. Since Incest meant nothing to Pals and life in the wild was somewhat communal, it was rare to acknowledge family at all, but the presence of Beryl in these sexual entanglements had introduced such terms, and with it a strong sense of taboo. She moaned as he caught a nipple between his fangs, her insides clamping down on his fingers as that small jolt of pained pleasure cascaded through her body, “I need you to fuck me pregnant. I know we'd make such a perfect [Anubis] for Master…"

She bucked up her hips, finally succumbing completely and wrapping herself around the male in full, legs closing about his lower body and dragging him close, until his precum-soaked cock rested atop her belly, “This is what I'm for, honoured father. I'm Master's warrior Pal, I'm his possession, I'm his Human-owned slut… but I'm yours, as well. My pussy feels so empty without your knot stretching out my little spade. Your cum tastes so good when you fuck my muzzle. I love being cuddled between you and mother…"

The absence of [Cake] made it quite impossible for tamed Pals to breed, but that didn't matter a whit to Catrian's instincts, as the pure desire to impregnate his moaning slut of a daughter had him set the slanted head of his canine cock against her spade, and slam down his hips until his knot pressed against the yielding flesh of her doggy femininity with a lewd squelch.

“Yes. This is what you're for." He affirmed into her ear, loosing her breast to instead capture that triangular tuft of fur in his jaws instead, “A breeding bitch for me, and for Master as well. Just like your mother." His knot forced entry, compelled by the weight and strength that he put behind it, and with the seal of her cunt at its base, he dispensed a watery jet of canine precum. The warmth of that first spurt of masculinity into her had his daughter squirm, and he couldn't help but tease, “If this is what you want to be, then so be it. We are done sneaking around. If you are to be a slut, then I shall have you submit in the open. To everyone. They can all have your body, but only I will have…" He trailed off, denying his own heresy.

He ground his knot deep, the first inches of his cock invading her womb with a force that had her body seize up about him, “[Eikthyrdeer Terra] only recently hatched, but he's already drained his balls of essence into your mother. Are you going to lose to a Human in pleasure? From now on, you'll be taking every Pal cock you can get until you can withstand Master. You're going to birthgasm out my eggs, and we'll all submit to him together!"

The concealed [Foxparks] almost huffed in annoyance. Wasn't an incestuous harem supposed to be her shtick? She had a lot of respect for Catrian, but it pissed her off to see him demand such a thing on a whim!

Though, even if she had made some sound of displeasure, the loud moaning of the female [Anubis] would surely have eclipsed it. No longer needing to quell her voice now that her father had instructed her submission to the whole camp, she wailed loudly as he dragged his knot from her clinging spade, only to again slam down his hips and sheath it. Her lower body was already soaked in femslick, her sopping fur slapping loudly against his as the other [Anubis] became equally sodden. One of his hands had come to rest at her throat, holding her down while the other took a breast in hand to fondle her lecherously. Catrian's lust was a farcry from what was expected of his species, but life inside the camp had freed his desires, and now he could surrender to his Master without shame, and pursue his own pleasure unabashed as well.

Other males, though? Her father's cock was the perfect fit for her canine cunt, and her instincts demanded the submission of her body to the Human's wombplundering maleness as well. What might others feel like? The little toy sported by [Cremis], the overlarge draconic shaft of [Alpha Chillet], or the smooth cervine length of [Eikthyrdeer Terra]? Her body was already addicted to pleasure, and the thought of surrendering to such an array of males made her cervix twitch around the canine cock rampaging about her insides. Would spreading her legs for them make her a better fucksleeve for her adored father and her beloved Master?

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt in the male over her the twitching precursors to what was sure to be a copious orgasm, the first thick jets of incestuous seed unleashed directly into her womb, “Honoured f-fa- Daddy!" That word ushered him forth, a savage growl into her ear, and then his hand withdrawn to free her throat for his mating bite. His hips ground downwards, the heat of his seed stoking the fires of her lusts as her body instinctively thrust up against him.

Something feral had awoken inside Catrian, the [Anubis] dragging his cock free of her grasping spade for the mess of his seed to flow out over her tail, her gaped pussy twitching as it was presented to the air. He eyed her bludgeoned insides with satisfaction, the slow resealing of her cunt pushing out a cascade of creamy white. She gave a small yelp as he flipped her body over, his claws sinking into her thigh as he dragged her haunches upwards, tail instinctively raising for this most natural of canine breeding positions. His jaws again found the line of neck and shoulder, his breathing a growling rumble, his body a machine devoted to rut.

Catrian fucked his moaning daughter with all of his strength, his knot battering against her cumstreaked cunt, the slap of his drenched orbs against her puffy spade a resounding metronome competing with the whines of the powerful warrior made submissive slut as her father bred her hard and deep. They would continue until exhaustion, until Catrian had thoroughly defiled his daughter, cunt, undertail, and muzzle all leaking his pearlescent seed, her fur basted with his essence. He would make her surrender to him complete. But, Ashley wouldn't be there to see it. Her own need stoked by the display of incestuous breeding, she fled to find her son, and to make preparations for the night.

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[Foxparks Cryst] sighed, slumped at the edge of one of the stone platforms which constituted the ascending corkscrew of the fortress camp, his gaze directed out over the southern beaches and the ocean beyond, towards the Mists from which his father had come. He was the first Pal born to that man, the Human which governed their home as Alpha and Chieftain, and that came with some quite heavy expectations. But, his only proficiency was for [Cooling], his [Passive Skill]s something of a mixed bag, and his combat aptitudes relatively low. By all of the standard metrics, he was a failure, the only positive of his hatching being that he was not born a [Foxparks], but a rarer offshoot subspecies.

“Yo." A husky voice thrummed from behind him. He'd not noticed [Eikthyrdeer Terra] sneak up on him, the much larger male neatly folding his legs under him as he lay down beside the little fox. The deer had come to serve as their Master's primary mount, with access to a few choice [Passive Skill]s related to speed and stamina, and an appropriately majestic appearance to match. His antlers were a mighty lattice of gold, his pelt thick and lustrous, and if the throaty moans of satisfaction coming from the barn he shared with his mother each night were any indication, he fucked almost as well as the Human, too.

That's what a true son of the Alpha should look like.

It was an unworthy thought, but he believed it. Comparatively, [Foxparks Cryst] felt useless, his own body close to a mirror of his mothers and not at all manly. His blue fur was soft, his features feminine, and the little white tufts about his paws and about the frosty tip of his tail were far more cute than cool. The deer at his side, his half-brother, often telling him that his pouting face was adorable did nothing to reassure him.

“You're up tonight, yeah?" The larger Pal had a casual way of speaking, quite unlike his mother, Prudence, “You nervous?"

“Of course, I am!" [Foxparks Cryst] snapped back a little more forcefully than he'd intended, flinching aside and huffing out a small breath of frost, “Sorry… I mean, yes."

The deer only smiled, finally able to dispense with a quite atrocious line, “Chill, bro. You're an [Ice Type]. Should come naturally." He chuckled, “You'll be fine. All you gotta do is play the vixen alongside your mother and it'll all work out. Besides, I know you've been looking forward to it." He leaned to the side, jostling the fox with his antler, “Tough not to notice you getting hard when [Leezpunk] was lecturing us about how to properly suck cock. You got a real cute little thing between your legs."

He followed his vulpine fellow's line of sight to the darkening horizon, pleased with the small blush of embarrassment that his words caused and continuing, “I can't wait for my turn, too. It's not just about feeling good. Surrendering to our Master like this, to me it's like… kinship? Proof that he owns us all, that we're all on the same sort of level." He let out his own happy sigh, “He's the Alpha, and we owe him our submission, but it ain't like I want him to fuck me into the ground just because he's the boss. He treats us all well, takes care of us and stuff – I mean, I can see why the girls are competing like crazy to be the next one to carry an egg for him. Bowing to an Alpha like that, it's only natural, yeah? Good for the herd for us all to be rallying around our dominant male and stuff…"

[Eikthyrdeer Terra] never had any trouble rambling on when his conversation partner was quiet, and there was something rather soothing about a friendly voice at his side in this anxious time. The deer showed no signs of stopping, “Gotta admit, I'm a bit jealous too. It's not like I want to challenge him for control of the herd or anything, but my mother is always going on and on about how good his hands feel on her teats. She's so horny all the time, and I'm putting in all this effort to give her a good fuck when she demands it of me, but it's clear that he's the one that she's fantasising about! It feels like an affront to my manliness, you know? Yeah, he's earned all this devotion from the herd, but I'm doing my best, too!"

There was quite a harrumph as he got that off his chest, “At least that Beryl girl appreciates me. It ain't easy for me to get a proper rhythm going when I'm covering someone that much smaller than me, but she pushes back like a pro. And after we moved to the [Wooden Bench] where I could properly get some leverage – you know how good a Human girl's cervix feels around your cock when you womb-fuck her? Gotta admit, mother was right about hands as well, the way she played with my sheath while I was unloading into sloppy little cunt, damn, that felt good! I mean, say what you want about this camp being some sort of pervert paradise, but I go back to the [Logging Site] hella motivated after I've pumped that Human slut full of deer cream. You get me?"

“I… get you." Compelled to give some sort of answer, the half-hearted reply did nothing to dampen the friendly enthusiasm of the larger male, “But… everyone that mates with our Master ends up exhausted instead of motivated. Isn't it a bit scary?"

The deer took a few moments of consideration, and then shook his head, antlers slicing through the air, “Nah. Well, maybe a little. Everyone says that it feels really good though, and it's about that kinship and status too, yeah? Master's scent on you, and his seed dripping out from under your tail while you're working, it's like you're… flaunting your position? Everyone in the herd is competing for Master's affections, so it means something if you can show off a successful seduction. Pals like you and me that haven't been bred by him yet, we're kinda at the bottom of the pile."

He grinned, “You know, it kinda makes me want to climb to the top, yeah? Master is the one that gets to decide the pecking order, and I'm sure I'll be a quality fuck for him. Of course, I'll save a space under me for my favourite little bro!"

[Foxparks Cryst] pouted, “I'm older than you." Not that such a concept mattered much to Pals, each being an adult with inherited knowledge from the moment of their hatching, fully mature if a little lacking in experience to match, “And it's the order that has me so worried…" He slumped, “I'm useless at fighting. All I'm good for in the camp is keeping the [Cooler Box] going. If I'm bad at mating as well, then… there's no point to me at all- oof!?"

Cut off by [Eikthyrdeer Terra] dropping his upper body over the small male to sandwich him against the stone below, he could not escape the deer's admonishment, “Master ain't the type to treat you badly if you're a crappy lay, and you got plenty to contribute outside of that too. You're my best friend, after all. Hey, if the Alpha isn't interested in you, maybe I'll have you for myself? We all submit to Master, but it's not like we're not allowed to have our own entanglements." He grinned a goofy smile, “[Katress] and [Wixen] are totally in some sort of love-hate relationship, and [Anubis] is completely obsessed with her 'honoured father'. If you blow it tonight, you can come be my full-time vixen! Hey, even if you don't blow it!"

“G-get off, you horny oaf!" The fox scrambled out from under him, though it was quite a struggle, “I can't believe I thought you were noble when we first met, and you said all that stuff about avenging your mother! You're as much of a pervert as everyone else, now!"

“Hahaha! I'm still gonna find the [Eikthyrdeer Alpha] that broke mother's antler and give him the beatdown he deserves. But these days, I find myself thinking, rather than offer up his parts for Master, maybe it'd be more interesting to have him huff some [Lovander] pheromones while I climb on his back and breed him until he goes all submissive, yeah? I wonder how many loads I'd have to fuck out of him until he has some sort of mindbreak and forgets he's a boy? If this camp is some sort of depraved utopia like Vanilla is always saying, then why shouldn't we own it?"

He nuzzled the annoyed looking male beneath him, keeping up the rhythm, “Relax and go with the flow, little- uh, big bro. Smarter Pals than us will figure out some way of stopping our Master from going back across the Mists. The herd is growing, we live in this big-ass fortress, we're well taken care of, and there's nothing else to worry about. Do your best serving the Alpha tonight. I really do believe in you – and even if it does all go to shit – which it won't – you can always come be my little cocksleeve." He cackled again, “Well, so long as you show proper deference. I think I'll have you call me 'Sir' or something! Ha!"

“Y-you wish!" [Foxparks Cryst] scowled, “Who would want to be your vixen anyway!? All that stuff about believing in me and then you tag that on at the end!? Damn it, even when you're being nice, you're still such a jackass!" He took a few heavy breaths, and then exhaled one final huff of frosty white, “Okay, I get it…" Another breath, and then his best attempt at a smile, “Thanks… I feel better now."

The deer pulled himself to his hooves, looking amply pleased with himself, “Good. Now, uh, might be a good time for me to tell you why I came over. Remember when we were hanging out earlier and your mother showed up and said that you'd better be ready for your turn by dusk… and that now the sun has gone all the way down and we're still talking? Yeah, she ain't gonna be pleased."

And, she wasn't.

At first, at least. It was hard to maintain her annoyance when her Master had her in his arms, cuddling her body close while incompatible lips and vulpine muzzle met in a messy humanlike kiss. Tonight was her turn to share the [Fine Bed], and even if her son was absent, Ashley would not squander the opportunity to bask in the affections of her doting mate.

She wasn't entirely surprised that he'd not shown up, much as it had disappointed her. While the [Foxparks] had managed to overcome her anxiety for the most part, her son seemed to have very much inherited a bit of her inferiority complex. Ashley wasn't too worried about that, though. It had taken the intervention of Vanilla to get her out of her own head, and while it was still quite shaky whether or not she could call the lewd lizard a friend, [Foxparks Cryst] had a clear ally in [Eikthyrdeer Terra], and advice from him might land a little more softly than from her. In fact, they were close enough for her to have some suspicions about them, much as her son demanded that he was still a virgin, unlike the sexually frivolous deer.

Of course, she'd given him some training in pleasure, and moaned into her Master's kiss as she recalled it. The chilled tongue of the [Ice Type] against the heat of her cumslicked spade had felt wonderful, and what better way for him to get used to his father's flavour than by devouring a thick wombpie from her gushing cunt? Perhaps a little restrained compared to the vigorous nightly fucks that [Eikthyrdeer] was demanding of her son to keep her lactation going, or the lovey-dovey knotfucking that the [Anubis] pair were indulging in, but that was a bit much for Ashley. She may have hoped to provide her Master with an incestuous harem of their offspring, but she did want it to be a generally gentle and wholesome one. That said, she'd still ended up climaxing so hard that she'd managed to embarrass herself by fainting to the pleasure and wetting herself.

That didn't mean she'd become a pervert. It was perfectly normal for a Human-owned Pal slut to cum herself stupid on her son's muzzle while feeding him his father's creampie. [Lovander] absolutely wasn't right about her succumbing to depravity. Right?

Well, that wasn't an inner debate that she was in much of a condition to hold with herself at the moment. Her Master had grown quite used to returning to his [Fine Bed] each night to find one, two, or sometimes even several, Pals in there expecting him to give them some affection before he was allowed to sleep. His immediate response to her presence had been a kind smile, before she was swept into his arms and pulled into his lap as he sat back against the headboard, indulging her in the deep embrace and tender kisses that he knew she most enjoyed.

Luke quite enjoyed them as well, if he was honest. Most Pals enjoyed their breedings a little more on the rough side, encouraging him to demonstrate his power over them in acts ranging from Catrian's favourite bondage to [Leezpunk]'s public degradation, so this sort of gentleness was a nice change of pace. Thinking about it, the Pal that most seemed to enjoy a wholesome mating session with him – as much as she looked humiliated by every second of it – was [Lovander] herself. Though, even if he were capable of communicating with the Pals, not a single one of them would have believed that for a second.

He'd discarded his [Metal Armour] after meeting the [Pal Merchant], spending the day about the camp in a simple [Cloth Outfit]. Now already slipped out of the overwrought shirt, he held [Foxparks] against his chest while shuffling his way out of the rest of the clothing, delighting in the warmth of her body against his bare skin. The fire about her paws and tailtip never burnt him, the touch of those flames granting him naught but a pleasant heat which was dwarfed by the emanations of the drenched spade balanced against his forearm.

He knew that he was teasing her, maintaining the embrace that she so enjoyed while the little vixen ground her hindquarters back against his supporting arm beneath her. Her charcoal black pussy wasn't quite as puffy as the Y-shaped folds that [Direhowl] would so often present him with (all the more needily since she'd been replaced as his primary mount and instead assigned patrols), but there was still a little yield to the vulpine flesh. Hot and wet, her small body would seize around his cock, and clench rhythmically as he fucked her womb-deep, the well-trained slut that Ashley had evolved into entirely devoted to her Master's pleasure.

Though, there was a lot of satisfaction to be found for Luke in the sight of the vixen lost in her own desires. His grip adjusted, the Pal brought into a cradled posture against his chest, held in the crook of his arm while the freed up hand came to rest against her belly. She squirmed slightly, lifting up her hindquarters and shifting her brush aside, spreading her legs to show off her femcum leaking spade and the twitching undertail behind it. Her scent was magnified by her heat, the allure of the aroma something that Luke had always struggled to describe – as if warmth itself had a smell. And a taste.

The bestial pussy before him devoured his fingers greedily, his first two digits curling upwards into Ashley's vulpine cunt with a lewd shlicking sound. Her Master was quite proud of his skill with his hands, the natural dexterity of Human fingers compounded by his experience as sailor and adventurer, something which despite his best efforts, Catrian could never replicate. He found the sweet spot of her pleasure, rolling his palm against the yielding flesh of her animalistic femininity while fingertips scraped her insides in just the right way to make her breath catch in her chest and her eyes roll back in her head.

Luke grinned down at the sight of the squirming vixen. Lost in pleasure, she was no longer focused on him, unable to prevent her hindquarters from twitching upwards in time to the undulations of his fingers, her tailstar flexing in accordance with her pleasure. It had been a little touch and go when he'd first fucked her under the tail given the size difference, but Ashley had taken to anal as well as any of the submissive male Pals that had surrendered to him. Watching her squirt out her orgasm over a freshly delivered egg, adding her mess of femcum to his own creamy white, had been one of the most arousing things that he'd witnessed since washing up on the [Palpagos Islands].

The male that hatched from that same egg now quietly crept into the room, just as stealthily as his mother had been when observing Catrian and his daughter. It wasn't the first time that he'd watched his parents mate, but he'd not seen them alone like this before either. The tastes of the Pals varied greatly, and Ashley very much fell into the group which generally regarded their master as the only male that they'd allow anywhere near them in a carnal fashion. She didn't seem to mind the muzzle of another female buried in her spade, nor partaking of girl Pals herself, but it was only her Master that she raised her tail for.

[Foxparks Cryst] watched with rapt attention. His mother was making such a lust-drunk face, her melted expression one of sheer pleasure. He could hear the shlicking melody of his father stirring up her vulpine pussy, her moans leaking out in shameful whines, paws flexing skywards as claws unsheathed to rake the air. Her body curled upwards and trembled, the tone of his father's ministrations becoming notably wetter as his probing fingers brought her to orgasm, and then continued on to tease her without rest.

This was mating as it should be between an Alpha and those that belonged to him, one in which the submissive creature, the lesser being, was made helpless and tended to, until pleasure brought them to ruinous surrender and the whole world melted away. This is what they were for. This is what he was for. [Foxparks Cryst] was as much the devoted plaything of this man as his mother was, and it took only these few moments of observation for that reality to settle upon him.

But if I screw that up, then there really is nothing left for me…

He flinched at the intrusive thought, the jolt which broke the spell of arousal and stayed his advance. His mother deserved this happiness. She was a worthwhile fighter, and she'd stuck with their Master since his very first day on the [Palpagos Islands]. She, like everyone else in the camp, had something to offer. Even [Nyafia], for all of her trash stats, had made something of herself as Beryl's Pal companion.

The fox quivered. The scent of his mother's arousal was ushering him forth, the dominant force expressed by his father made his knees weak and his tail instinctively raise, his pink vulpine cock slowly emerging from the fuzzy sheath below him. Lust compelled him to move forward, but anxiety rooted him to the spot. He gulped, unable to stop himself imagining what it would be like to be in the position of his mother, held in the powerful arms of a grander male and made sport of until he wore the same melted expression as her. How would it feel to be forced to cum by his Master? No – it wasn't called that. You cum when you're on the back of a female. You cum when you're breeding. When a bigger, better, stronger, male forces you to paint your belly or stripe the floor, that's a bitchgasm.

He shuddered, his vulpine prick having reached its full length, the knot slipping free of his sheath with a sense of relief which compelled him to gasp. So, this is what he was after all? Now that he was faced with it, he knew that he couldn't be the sort of masculine presence that his father embodied, nor even wield his cock with the sexual frivolity of [Eikthyrdeer Terra]. His friend had the correct measure of him in the end. He was as much a vixen as his mother, his unworthy cock nothing but an ornament there to show his father how much he enjoyed being made bitchgasm everything which made him a boy away.

His tail hiked a little higher, and the hole beneath it twitched. He'd dashed to beg [Leezpunk] to help prepare him before coming here, and the little lizard had availed him with a thorough application of [Pal Fluids] leftover from all of the [Hot Spring]s they'd placed in the newly made bathhouse. Neither of them had noticed him, not his squirming mother, nor his reclining father, the movement of his arm intensifying as [Foxparks] was brought to another gushing orgasm, the scent of her need clinging to the air in a heated musk, the sound of her sloppy cunt even grander than the throaty ululations of her moans.

Luke finally managed to kick off the last of his clothing, and free of them at last he allowed his legs to part slightly as he reclined back against the headboard of his [Fine Bed] and enjoyed the night's conquest. As much as he revelled in the pleasure of draining his balls into his Pal sluts, there was a different sort of satisfaction in bringing them to ruin. By tongue, fingers, and cock, this newly ascendent Chieftain conquered all those that he possessed. He loved the feeling of that instinct playing on the back of his mind, the inner voice of the world inside the Mists which told him that rule was his right as an Alpha. His females were to carry his eggs, his males to surrender to him. That's what he was for. That's what they were for. Their places ordained by the natural order of things. Damn, it was going to be rough returning to civilisation after this…

Any more toying with Ashley, and there was a strong chance that she'd faint in his arms again. The twitch of her body upwards against his fingers had grown weaker, the gushing femslick of her stream of orgasms stirred up into a lewd froth. He drew his hand from her bestial cunt and licked at the streaked fluid of his palm, enjoying the musky spice of a female [Fire Type], a flavour he'd grown quite accustomed to between [Foxparks] and [Wixen].

It could be a little uncomfortable to fuck a creature of canine configuration face to face, but after a bit of training, and perhaps simply the sheer battery of her insides into appropriate shape by her Master's superior Human cock, Ashley had come to enjoy that position most of all. Intimate, just as she liked, with her legs either skywards and entirely helpless when laid on her back, or braced against her dominant male when in his arms, to share the warmth of her cuffs and the safe feeling of his hug. She'd done a lot to popularise it across the camp with her glowing reviews, and now even Glace could be quite docile while being indulged in such a way. Maintaining his own sitting position, it didn't take much effort to manoeuvre the vixen, returning her to an embrace as a prelude to the act, his cock captured between them, the head of it resting on her warm fuzzy abdomen while her heated spade drooled over the base of his shaft. Penetration would not come until she'd calmed down, and after another messy kiss.

Then, Luke felt something unexpected, and Ashley as well. The slight chill of an [Ice Type] tongue worked its way upwards, from his overheated orbs to the dusky splayed lips of a vulpine spade, and on to the presented vixen undertail above.

[Foxparks Cryst] wasn't quite sure if he'd managed to find his courage, or if outright lust had simply won out in the end. He'd hopped onto the [Fine Bed] while his father was busy repositioning his conquest, advancing by the cover of his mother's body until he was faced with the source of the masculinity which was making his own cock leak a steady stream of male submission. The Human shaft pressed against vulpine haunches, his first close-up look at the maleness that made him. He'd had plenty of time to become acquainted with his mother's snatch when she'd used her paws to force him muzzle-deep into it, and as much as she had faced the embarrassment of passing out in a puddle of urine afterwards, he'd had his own shame as well. The humiliation of an untouched bitchgasm to naught but the savouring of his father's second-hand essence.

And now, as the larger male shifted his body in response to the chill of his tongue, the Human cock was freed of its confines between bodies to fall before him. Streaked with his mother's need, and with a small bead of musky precum slowly wandering down the length, the scent alone was overpowering. He gulped. But before his anxieties could stymie him once more, [Foxparks] intervened.

“Be a good little vixen, and suck your father's cock…" She murred the words, overcome by her own pleasure. Lowering herself, the heat of her spade at the base of his maleness was more than enough warmth to offset the slight chill of her son's tongue. As far as she was concerned, when it came to her offspring, even the males were vixens for her Master, “We're going to get him nice and ready… and then…"

Whatever was coming next was robbed from her by another messy kiss, her muzzle grappling with a Human maw that it could never match up to. [Foxparks Cryst] was left to deal with the maleness before him, extending his tongue to guard against his fangs as he was taught, and taking the head of his father's cock into the soft chill of his mouth. He swallowed instinctively, the taste of Human seed electrifying, the sheer joy of being allowed to service his Alpha coursing through his body.

Cautiously, he advanced, able to handle half of the length of the overlarge shaft. It was here that he could go no deeper due to his mother's haunches being in the way, his nose pressing against her undertail in a nuzzle which made her twitch and grind against the cock beneath her. The vulpine flavour of his mother's leaking pussy melded with the musky taste of his father's superior race cock, and he found himself unable to move from the spot, suckling gently with his paws pressed against the Human's thighs.

“That's the cock that's going to teach you your place better than anyone else can…" His mother continued her lewd whining, and he came to believe it as well. Yes, he was hatched to be his father's male-bitch, his mewling vixen, a submissive to raise his tail in a line of siblings presented by his mother to the one that owned them all. Ashley shuddered, grinding down her spade as the flowing femcum of arousal flowed into her Master's crotch, “Make sure… not to spill… a single drop…"

Luke couldn't help but unleash his own rumble of satisfaction, revelling in the depravity of his cock resting in the suckling muzzle of his own devoted son, while the female that pushed out his egg shuffled her hips back and forth against the base of his shaft. His tastes were growing more and more exotic; and now bestial cunt held an irresistible allure to him, the sight of his females birthgasming out his eggs and his males surrendering beneath him, the thrill of incestuous breeding, and the dominant instincts that the [Palpagos Isles] cultivated in him; this was pleasure that he could no longer do without.

Orgasm found him at last, and he could not help but reach down past [Foxparks] to place a hand atop his son's head, holding him there, his nose pressed to his mother's cunt while his father unloaded a thick and creamy load of superior Human cum into his muzzle. Great jets of vulgar white painted the inside of his maw, the shudder against Luke's hand, and the pathetic feminised whine telling him that the lesser male had bitchgasmed to the taste of him. And so he should. This is what he was for, and any sisters and brothers that hatched alongside him as well. If Ashley was so intent on presenting them all to him, then of course he would indulge, as he always did take what was freely offered up.

It was near a minute before he allowed the male vixen to pull away from his cock, and his son had already been well-taught by the other Pals what he liked to see most. He looked his father in the eye, his expression misty and uncertain, opening up his maw to display the pearlescence pooled upon his tongue. And then tilted back his head, sealing his muzzle, and showing the bob of his throat as he swallowed the clinging seed. Once, twice, thrice, it took three gulps to dispense with it all before he could show his father his empty muzzle.

“Good boy." The Alpha affirmed, and the words were like receiving legitimacy from a God. [Foxparks Cryst] rolled onto his back in submission, making a mess of his fur as he tumbled onto the puddle of male surrender that had already accumulated beneath him. He showed off his belly, helpless as he should be. Good boy. He'd done it. He wasn't a failure. The sheer relief of it almost brought tears to his eyes, small achievement though it was to guzzle down a single orgasm from his dominant male. The [Fine Bed] was jostled as his mother was set down beside him, and the two now side by side, looked up to the Human leaning over them as he drank in the sight of his conquest.

Luke had grown quite accustomed to the charcoal black spade of the vixen he'd so often sheathed his cock in, her cunt now well-used and trained enough to display a little inner pink past those bestial Y-shaped folds. Much smaller and tighter than Glace, but the clinging heat of her [Fire Type] insides encouraged the sort of deep and intimate breeding that she liked, slow and steady thrusts to bring her to ruin. As for his son, this was the first time that he'd gotten a proper look at the lesser male, and he was keen to enjoy that which belonged to him.

His hand found [Foxparks Cryst]'s belly, fingers trailing through fur of the exact same fineness as his mothers, though rather than warmth, there was a slight chill. Not unpleasant, more like the cold side of the pillow on a hot night, and a wonderful contrast to the female astride him. He found the fuzzy sheath, fingers curling about the orbs below to grope at the fox, his thumb toying with the generous maleness above it. He was quite well-endowed for such a small creature. Almost a pity that this cock would probably never see its intended use.

Luke knew it instinctively, his intuition regarding his Pals preferences having sharpened more and more of late, “You were born to be a slut." He rumbled the words with the utmost authority. He didn't mind his Pals working off the effects of [Lovander]'s pheromones with each other, and the couplings told him quite a bit about their personalities, “Good." He smiled. How could he not be pleased? He wasn't going to tire of cute little male-bitches ready to take his cock any time soon, and there was something so endearing about the devotion that his son was looking up to him with. Something worshipful, it stoked his own primal nature.

He reached down with his other hand, securing the Pal by the throat as he pinned them down, with his other, his grasp shifted from their straining cock to their [Pal Fluids] slicked undertail, and he twisted two fingers into the lesser male to add the femcum of their mother to the abundant lubrication.

“Fa… I…!" Words could not be formed as coherent thought immediately fled. Sheer lust sublimated the pain of an unfamiliar penetration, and as the flowing undulation of his fingertips found his bitch button and began to rock against it, his orgasm was immediate. But rather than be spent over his belly, a powerful warmth clamped down about the head of his cock, advancing to encapsulate it all the way down to the knot as the suckling maw of his mother drank down his orgasm. She didn't make a show of it as she would with her Master's superior Human seed, simply swallowing down the [Ice Type] essence and continuing her ministrations.

[Foxparks Cryst] whined pathetically, his hips twitching in small impotent thrusts against his mother, while his father mastered his insides and made a toy of him. He felt like everything was being overwritten, all of his anxieties, every bit of doubt that he had harboured, all dispelled and replaced with the surety that this was his place. He was one of his father's vixens, his body belonged to the Alpha, his heart and his soul as well. This is what he was for, a plaything to be made sport of, a toy for him to enjoy, a cocksleeve to drain his balls into, and soon he'd have plenty of siblings to raise his tail alongside.

The pitch of his moans heightened. He wasn't like Catrian who could still wield his cock as a proper male even after surrendering to his Master, nor was he as frivolous as the eager [Eikthyrdeer Terra]. This was his place, feminised to the core, his cock nothing but an ornament for his father to smirk at as he used the undulating force of his hand to bring his son to ruinous bitchgasm after ruinous bitchgasm, his mother suckling down each of them with a ferocity which bordered on vindictiveness as sheer pleasure overwhelmed all conscious thought.

Climax. Another. Another. Each a bitchgasm which rocked him to his core. And then a ringing in his ears and the white void as consciousness left him, and he slumped.

He couldn't tell how long had passed when he awoke to the feeling of his body being roughly jostled. His mother had been cast over him, facing downward and nuzzling against his still-leaking maleness. Above, her tail was raised, his father's cock plundering her stretched vulpine spade as the mess of at least two thick wombpies were already being fucked out of her to drip down over his face. His limbs felt heavy, his heart beating hard and fast, breathless in lust as need overtook him, the instinct to surrender himself just as she was. He wanted his father's cock inside him, desperately. His deer friend was right, submission to this man was the great equaliser of the camp, and a load under his tail would change him forever. More than legitimacy, it was belonging. But perhaps even more than that, he wanted to melt in the arms of his sire, to be his male-bitch, his devoted vixen, his Human-owned cumdump.

His mother was gasping into his crotch, her own stamina beginning to fail, hindlegs quivering as a third deep creampie flowed into her battered womb, the Human dragging out his cock to offer his son a view of her ruined insides, bludgeoned into the shape of the maleness that owned them. Pink inner flesh twitching, streaming white essence, she whined a desperate moan as he hiked her tail high and held it, emptying out his female.

[Foxparks Cryst] opened his maw to accept the cascade of seed automatically, though the majority of it plastered over his face in a lewd mess of vulgar white. Marking. The ruin of his fur would tell every Pal that saw him what had happened to him. His mother had collapsed into a quaking heap, and he was keen to take her place, rolling onto all fours and raising his tail precisely as his instincts bid. Liquid submission drooled from his knotted cock as the impotent maleness swung beneath him, his undertail twitching with want.

“Please…" He begged his father, “I'm all yours… this is what I'm for…" The blue fox swallowed, blushing hard as he felt the approving eyes of his mother upon him, “I'm your male bitch… I'm your vixen… I'm… I'm your devoted whore. My cock is useless. I need you to fuck me, father! Breed me, please! Make me yours, just like mother!"

The language of Pals was incomprehensible to Humans, but Luke could recognise the gravity of the begging beneath him by the desperate thrusting upwards of the lesser male's hips, and the glazed over lust of his gaze. He set his jaw in an approving huff, grasping his son by the base of the tail and pulling him closer, angling his cock against the cool confines of his offspring. One hand at the hip, another at the back of the head, he pushed his son's upper body down to better present his haunches, forcing complete submission onto his new vixen, and then sheathing his cock into their inexperienced tailstar in one great thrust.

He saw stars, the battery of his father's cock bringing tears to his eyes as his insides were fucked into shape, the mess of lubrication, no matter how ample, doing little to shield him from the enormity of the cock gouging out his insides. He yelped pathetically, a gout of frost expelled from his muzzle to frost the foot of the duvet, and it was into this crackle of ice that his face was pressed as his father gave a dull grunt and completed the hilting of his masculinity into him. Full. Far too full. It hurt, but with that pain of overfull pressure, the grinding press of that superior Human cock against his inner pleasure spot was already making his own knotted length twitch.

His eyes closed, and he tried not to shame himself. As much as his father enjoyed watching his Pals orgasm when he bred them, there was some measure of humiliation to reaching climax so quickly. But, it was impossible to hold himself back. While unconscious, his orbs had recharged of their seed, and now unloaded anew beneath him as he bitchgasmed around his father's length. His wailing pleasure was a distinctly feminine howl, his quivering body a distinct male surrender as his insides seized down and massaged the length inside him. Already his [HP] was regenerating, and he wondered how many times he would have to be bred by his Alpha before his insides forever adopted the shape of the cock that owned him. He was keen to find out.

Competition for the Human was fierce, and he'd always thought himself unworthy to even try to win his affections, but maybe he had been too hasty. When the reward was such pleasure, the warmth of a superior masculine presence, and the ecstasy of being fucked to chained bitchgasms by his father's perfect cock – how could he not pursue this?

Luke withdrew his maleness, dragging at [Foxparks Cryst]'s insides until he was only half sheathed, before again slamming down into a deep thrust which rocked his son against the [Fine Bed]. Strange. His first dabbling in incest did not feel anywhere near as taboo as he expected it to. In fact, to claim the virginity of his son and have him as conquest alongside his mother felt perfectly natural. His son was born to be his slut, his Human-owned sextoy. And he was going to fuck this little fox as long and as hard as was necessary to have him look to him with the same misty-eyed devotion as Ashley. He sired this Pal. This Pal belonged to him. It was as simple as that.

With that brief moment of introspection settled, Luke adjusted his grip at the fox's thigh, slipping a thumb about the base of his tail to maintain its position as he dragged the lesser male deeper beneath him. This bestial boycunt belonged to him, so why not claim it like an animal? He leaned over his son, covering him in the most classic of canine mating positions, and with deep, urgent thrusts, fucked the lesser male through yet another quivering bitchgasm.

[Foxparks] couldn't help but smile. Having recovered her breath, she leaned into one of the [Fine Bed]'s pillows to enjoy the sight of her son's surrender to his father. This was only the beginning of the incestuous harem that she hoped to build for her mate, and the look of love and adoration that the blue fox had given his father before being impaled on the cock that owned him surely spoke of wonderful things to come. She fully intended to be her Master's favourite, but the number two spot in his heart – why not have that occupied by her entire family?

Yes, she'd birth him plenty more sons, and they would be as much vixens for the man as the many daughters that she would give him as well. The rest of the camp would be nothing but background noise, as there would be more than enough vixen cunt available for him to drain his cock in at all times. His sons would raise their tails instinctively to his approach, his daughters offer up their needy little spades for their father's cock. And Ashley would train them all to be perfect sluts for him. Devoted. Loving. Wholesome.

Anyone who thought that her dream was perverted and that she'd been corrupted by [Lovander] in the end was just wrong!

That small digression aside, the show playing out before her eyes was an arousal seared into her memory. Ample though her son's equipment was, he still only had so many bitchgasms to give before his impotent balls ran dry, and the straining climaxes of his cock came to dispense nothing but a few small droplets of clear submission. She could recognise a few of the broken words that he was trying to speak, the same sort of things that she had once said when claimed by the Human. Professions of love, affirmation of his surrender. He was indeed his father's vixen, wailing out the pleasure of being owned by the Alpha, a proud cumdump for his sire to fuck broken whenever he pleased.

Luke could cum hard and often, his orgasms copious and plentiful through the course of the night. What had started as being able to muster only two loads with ample spacing between them, had advanced by the enhancements of the tablet and influence of [Lovander] until his sexual stamina was now enough to see him through to the dawn and his conquests completely basted in his seed. But, after dumping several loads into Ashley, it had now taken him a while to work up another, and the churning pleasure of his abundant masculinity was ready to flood the tight insides of the lesser male he was breeding into a puddle of their own pathetic surrender.

He snarled out viciously as he reached climax, pinning his son down hard as his cock hilted deep and unloaded a torrent of superior Human seed, voluminous enough to have the little fox wail and twitch through his own small bitchgasm as his belly swelled enough to press down against his cock. Marked both inside and out, Luke pulled his maleness free to survey his handiwork, a torrent of essence leaking out over the collapsed male's thighs as he fainted away a second time.

But this time, Luke didn't care. He'd wanted his son conscious when his virginity was taken, but now his blood was up and his arousal at its peak. He flipped the fox onto his back and set his cock to a new angle, the thrust of his shaft bringing with it a lewd sloppy noise as he hilted into the ruined male. He'd fuck mother and son both until the dawnlight, only rarely bothering to switch when one lapsed into whited out surrender under him. Every hole would be filled, claimed, owned, as was his right.

Yes. It was his right. Just as the place of his Pals was to surrender to him, to breed them to ruin was his proper place as well. It didn't matter that the mewling fuckslut currently suckling at his cock alongside Ashley was his son. Their muzzles crossed over his maleness, passing the head back and forth, hot and cold, his orbs churning up a load for them to share in their own messy approximation of a Human kiss around the dick that owned them both.

Luke relaxed back against his pillow, content. After they'd shown off his seed on their tongues and swallowed it down properly, he'd pull his vixens into his arms and finally let them rest alongside him. He'd need at least a few hours of sleep before starting his day. But, the world was not quite so kind, for his tablet then sounded an alert.

“The Tides of Terraria Update is now live."

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Ahoy! I'd hoped to get this out a little quicker, but lost a tenday to hosting some friends, and then when tearing down an old shed managed to take a rusty nail through the boot (fiddle dee dee, that will require a tetanus shot) along with some other injuries when it collapsed on me. Still, I had some fun with this piece, and mostly wrote it in little 4k bursts. The camp is expanding, we have some islanders on board now, and with Cake being available, we've more Pals as well (huzzah, wincest!). In fact, just in the background without any lewd scenes of their own, we now have Broncherry F, Broncherry Aqua F, Beakon ?, Chillet Ignis ?, and Eikthyrdeer Terra M. And a lot of Pals still unnamed, too. If the next chapter goes as I'm hoping, there will be a good chance to name all of the unnamed Pals at once, so please hit me with suggestions for any of those still without names! The naming convention is either for it to be on the nose, or completely opposite! As there are so many characters involved now, it's my intent moving forward to try and coalesce the story a little bit around Luke, Beryl, and Lovander as we proceed towards the season finale.

Above all else, super special thanks to the absolute hero, Darkdraconis, for making this story possible by commissioning the series. I'm very grateful to you for helping support this tale, and hope that you and everyone else reading it enjoyed. Thanks as well to everyone who commented, faved, rated, watched, PMed, folder subbed, and every last read, too. I was so happy to see a load of familiar faces in the comments after going so long without writing. Cheers, you legends.

Oh, and for those playing the new update – what are your favourite fishing spots? Luke has mostly explored the southern and eastern Windswept Hills staying clear of the Rayne Syndicate Tower, advancing northeast through the Marsh Island and Eastern Wild Island. I'd like to place him at a nice fishing spot somewhere out of view of the Oil Rig in the next chapter, either somewhere local, or as far as the southern Dessicated Desert. If you've got any suggestions, hit me up!

Have a most excellent day.