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The second part of my five part series for Basque. With great thanks to them for their patience and understanding.

Feedback is always treasured, even just a quick critique on what you didn't like, I'm a grown up, I can take it.

Basque wanted Herculean, cock based feats, so here we have one. Siege victory by semen.", "writing": "In a forest clearing, by the side of the road, with the early morning sun barely a suggestion through the thick fingers of the twisted canopy, two days hence from the defence of [i]Lastswing[/i].\n\n\"... of course we could risk the passage of Cracked Axes. Last report from there is a fortnight old, but indicated Escathia was withdrawing to patrol further east.\"\n\n[i]\"Mmph, mmm. Omph, mmmmrr~.\"[/i]\n\n\"But that would limit our supply opportunities, whereas if we head south then we should reach the old watchtower of-\"\n\n[i]\"Mmmrr, slrrrp, mmhf.\"[/i]\n\n\"Are you even listening to me?!\"\n\nThe mouse, incredulous, stared at The Barbarian, who didn't seem to be paying her the slightest attention, His eyes unfocussed, mouth slowly chewing a lump of hard-tack, while His free hand rested firmly between the floppy ears of a cross-eyed hound. Grezetta was completely engrossed in her task, one she'd dedicated herself to every morning, every night, and multiple times in between, since they'd begun their journey. Her cheeks were fat and round, stretched about His flaring pillar, eyes lazily open, her muzzle bobbing back and forth, as she sucked.\n\n\"No,\" He spoke, with little regard for the guild's greatest strategist. With lazy tugs, He moved the scent drunk bitch up and down His length, working into her throat, stretching the ash-grey neck to half-again its natural width. And still, she couldn't get it all in, her tongue failing to reach the medial ring, no matter how much she tried.\n\nAnd Grezetta did try, desperately. From the moment they'd scooped her off the floor of the guild hall she'd known what her duty was, to worship those balls, to breathe in that thick, heady musk, to bury her nose in the one scent that could drown out all else. Her whole life she'd relied on her sense of smell, trusted it, seen the world in odours, and now there was only one. His. The powerful spice of Him burned itself into her synapses, made her quake and quiver without the need for anyone to touch her. She lived for it. She couldn't be without it.\n\nAsta sighed, and rolled up her charts, seeing that there was no point in trying to engage Him further, all she could do was what she'd done each day before, plan for everything, and see which way He walked.\n\n\"Wait,\" came His rumbling tone, stopping her leaving. His deep, disaffected eyes landed on the pale rodent. \"Girl,\" He continued, and Asta couldn't help but hang on His words, as if He might espouse wisdom, or the secret of His strength, or a strategy by which they could complete their impossible task and-\n\n\"Balls.\" He pointed down, to where the titanic testes hung untended.\n\n[i]'Of course,'[/i] she shivered, fighting the urge to shout her frustrations, or to...\n\nShe swiftly turned on her paws, covering her face to keep the dizzying aroma from getting to her, or her blush showing. \"I'll... send someone at once, sir,\" and scurried away, trying to ignore the rhythmic slurping and moaning behind her. '[i]It really does sound like she's enjoying herself though...'[/i]\n\nLess than a minute later, Raileh, the doe archer, approached the Bull and His bitch cautiously. She was a quiet, retiring creature, didn't say a word if she could avoid it, but was a master shot with her longbow. She gulped at approaching the scene.\n\n\"Um, y-you needed me, Sir?\" Her eyes fell to the other woman, with her face twisted in bliss, even as it looked like she was swallowing a whole log. The deer couldn't turn away, not when her nethers were already moistening to the sounds and scents before her.\n\nThe Bull only grunted, pointing to His thick veined sac, the balls in question barely stirring from Grezetta's efforts. It was all Raileh could do not to whimper, as she leaned in close, the sweat and spice rolling up her nostrils, tickling her brain, making her spindly knees knock. Swallowing hard, the doe timidly reached out, her palms brushing the surface of the leathery skin, feeling the heat, the thickness, the sheer density, of the virile package at her fingertips. Each greater than her head, she couldn't wrap her hands around one alone, they were so immense, so daunting, so perfect.\n\n[i]\"Slrrp. Slrrpp. Ommfgwd!\"[/i]\n\nAnother muffled moan from the long haired hound sent shivers down her spine, and her thighs pressed tightly together to hold back the gushing waterfall inside her twat. Instead she stared, and rubbed, and felt every heart beat of the Man above, as she worshipped His massive jewels, unable to help from falling forward and brushing her cheek up and down the burning meat.\n\nSeemingly content with the deer's efforts, The Barbarian swallowed His meal, and got to business stuffing the dog with hers. Grasping Grezetta firmly by the ears, He finally bothered to move His hips, thrusting the next hand's worth of cock down her throat. She choked, whimpered, but still kept sucking, grateful for more.\n\nUnable to stop herself, Raileh licked along the salty skin, and moaned with unbound lust at the flavour. She could taste everything. How perfect His nuts were for breeding. How every sperm inside was wriggling, seeking, preparing to claim a womb of its own. How easily they'd do that to her, turn her svelte form into a bloated, fecund, fucktoy.\n\n\"Good. Stay still.\" He ordered, looking down for the first time at the two women, seeing the snot and tears escaping His bitch's face, and the way the deer's tail wagged pathetically, begging for Him to do her next.\n\n\"Nnngh! Nnmmhhrrrr!\" Spittle foamed over Grezetta's lips as she ran out of breath, her snout filled with dick as it ravaged her throat again and again, getting deeper, further, thicker! Till finally, with a last whimper of \"Mmmmmmph~\" the mid-ring of his cock made it inside, and His head cleared the way to her stomach.\n\nRaileh moaned too, teeth tugging on the unbreakable skin, as she felt her Master's balls clench. In one great, warm, flood, His orgasm flew past her eyes, visibly engorging His tract, sending a thick wad of male-cream slamming into the dog's lips, then her throat, and finally to burst inside her empty belly.\n\nGrezetta's gurgling was lost amidst the sounds of His powerful balls contracting and squeezing out wave after wave of steaming seed, filling the poor mutt till she was visibly swollen. All He did was grunt, and wait till He was finished, seeming disappointed if anything, even as He emptied litres worth of protein into the woman’s gut.\n\nA solid minute after that, He let go of the Grezetta’s ears and patted her patronisingly on the brow. \"Better. You are improving.\"\n\n\"Ummm,\" pulling away herself, legs soaked in feminine slick, Raileh looked at her fellow huntress, who was still glued to the slowly softening cock. \"I don't think she can hear you, Sir... I don't know if she's breathing.\"\n\nSighing, the large man dragged the unconscious dog off His prick with a pop of suction, dangling her in one hand as she dripped from both ends. He raised a hand, and smacked her firmly on the rump, jolting her back to life, drooling and retching a clotted stream of His cum onto the forest floor before He dropped her. She was left lying on her side, eyes still crossed, body still shaking, as her inner most monologue leaked past her lips.\n\n\"Puppies… give…\"\n\n***\n\nTheir troop closed on the old stone watchtower, a sad grey sentinel rising amid a desolate clearing of withered grasses. The Blackhelm Tower had a long and grizzly history, one that Asta had tried to share with their leader, but to no avail. '[i]Still[/i]', she consoled herself, '[i]we made good time, and it would be a roof over their heads, and perhaps even dried stores to help-'[/i]\n\n\"Get back!\"\n\nThe pale mouse was yanked by the scruff of her neck back into the cover of the trees, just before the barbed head of a pig-iron bolt cracked against wood. A dozen more followed suit, filling the air where their party had been standing with whistling darts.\n\n\"Thanks,\" she gasped, looking up Loretta, the hare giving her a curt nod in return as they weathered the salvo behind the same twisted oak. Listening and counting, Asta judged there must be at least a dozen archers in the tower, armed with crossbows and well-trained. There'd be no way they could approach, not without heavy losses, they'd need to fall back and find a new route, circle back west and-\n\n\"Hey what are you doing!?\" A pair of identical hissing cries pierced the sounds of the metal rain, as to their right, The Barbarian grabbed each of the Sword Sisters and bundled them under His arms, neither lynx looking happy at their handling.\n\n\"You,\" He rounded on Raileh, who snapped to attention at the sound of His voice, \"cover me.\"\n\nBefore anyone could question further, the mountainous bull burst into a sprint, hooves thundering, as He ran full out towards the enemy fortification.\n\nFor her part, the shaking doe hurried to obey, firing almost a dozen arrows in the time it took The Barbarian, and the bound up sisters, to get halfway to the tower. With every step He took His pace quickened, His legs pumping furiously beneath Him, as if He wasn't already running at the speed of a horse’s gallop. No, He ran faster, impossibly quick, till He blurred before the eye. Shot after shot impacted the ground around Him, while others bounced harmlessly off His thick hide, or stuck in the muscle without even drawing blood.\n\nDust flew as He skidded to a halt, dropping the stunned sisters at the base of the wall, now well below the arc of fire. He pulled back one mighty fist and punched, smashing a head-sized hole through into the room beyond.\n\n\"Girls...\" He loomed over them both with intensity, and the Sword Sister’s knew that look. Soon battle would be joined, the bull would tear down the wall and the three of them would spill forth, and slaughter every demon, cultist and-\n\n“Balls.”\n\nThey each dropped their weapons, and stared at Him agape, unable to believe that He'd ask that of them, let alone then and there. But He was in no mood for further questioning, and grabbed each feline by the scalp, pushing them under His now cherry red stones. He ground their short muzzles back and forth, drenching them in the heated sweat till He was certain they'd gotten the message, before focussing His attention on the hole in front of him.\n\nThe twins hissed and spat indignantly, as their fur worked like a towel to soak up the masculine drippings. Neither had touched male flesh with anything other than a blade since they’d escaped their fate as sacrifices to the same cults they now hunted. They’d conditioned themselves to feel nothing but revolution and rage, but despite that, they couldn't help but shiver as the tendrils of scent worked into their breaths. Passages clogged and drowned in the virile odour, till curiosity won out, and one sister opened her maw, and [i]purred[/i].\n\n\"Fela! How can you-\" Hela spat, but her sibling took a long drag of sweat on her rough tongue, and pulled Hela in for a kiss. At once Hela quietened, her sister’s tongue tangling in hers, sharing the gift she’d gotten, till they broke for air.\n\n\"He's good, though,\" the weaker of the two mewed, looking at her other half through heavily lidded eyes. \"It's alright, just one Man, together?\"\n\nGroaning, the second sister couldn't resist the urge anymore either, and soon both spotted girls were nuzzling away as instructed.\n\nSatisfied they were doing as told, The Barbarian pumped His sheath till the bulging tip surged out into His hands, more girthy meat soon following, as He lined up with the tight hole he'd made for himself. Tight for him, anyway. With two sets of maws and paws now diligently working His balls, The Barbarian's rod soon filled the arm sized breach, and then some beyond, the flaring head jutting through in a plume of rubble and masonry. He began to fuck, grinding His man-sized prick into the tower like it was a dusty, dry, cunt in need of breaking in. Pulverised stone work showered the lynx twins, while inside distracted cultists and demons couldn't know the invasion that was coming.\n\nAt His feet, lost in lusty pheromones, the lynx sisters lapped, little teeth tugging, mewling like kittens as they felt veins bulge and heat grow. Not just His, each woman was getting so hot in their leathers that musty oceans had pooled at their crotches, slick seas of lubricated lust, as they ground their thighs together, hands too busy with the massive man-eggs they were each lavishing.\n\nIt was enough. With a savage buck, and the sound of crumbling masonry, The Barbarian chiselled His cock to the very root inside the tower, the head standing so proud of the wall, someone could have suckled it and still tickled their tonsils. The throbbing head bucked and reared, and unleashed a flood of boiling white. It geysered inside, as He humped more, and harder, till fractures formed in the outer stones, but still He did not stop, keeping the tide coming, pumping a wagon's worth of semen inside the old fortification.\n\nThe tide rose, a viscous, ankle high sea, fumes spreading through the structure, seeping between cracks, under floors, permeating everything. The crossbow fire withered, stuttered, as near two dozen noses twitched. Breathing became difficult, thinking impossible, as men, women, monsters, succumbed to the musky deluge that invaded their stronghold, inseminating their minds, making their insides burn with uncontrollable needs.\n\nWithdrawing from the impromptu glory hole, The Barbarian listened, smiling, as the sounds of moans began to echo through the stone. Without needing another word, the two cats as His ankles hurried to clean the last drops from His dusty member, as the rest of their party emerged from cover, and approached the fuming tower.\n\nWhen they battered the door down, they were greeted by the sight of the fuck-drunk defenders, laying supine in the gelatinous puddle. Males toyed with themselves, eyes glazed, while females desperately pumped sticky fingers in and out of their marinating nethers, desperate to press handfuls of the Bull's seeds as deep as they could, unable to resist the urge to impregnate themselves with such a virile opportunity.\n\nGulping, the huntresses of The Barbarian's party could only look on in fascination, horror, and jealousy.\n\n\"M-maybe we should leave a warning on the door,\" Asta mumbled, barely audible over the moaning, \"before anyone comes to clear this place out.\"\n\nHe ignored her, striding into the tower, and grabbing the first warm body he found, still not satisfied.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "In a forest clearing, by the side of the road, with the early morning sun barely a suggestion through the thick fingers of the twisted canopy, two days hence from the defence of Lastswing.

"... of course we could risk the passage of Cracked Axes. Last report from there is a fortnight old, but indicated Escathia was withdrawing to patrol further east."

"Mmph, mmm. Omph, mmmmrr~."

"But that would limit our supply opportunities, whereas if we head south then we should reach the old watchtower of-"

"Mmmrr, slrrrp, mmhf."

"Are you even listening to me?!"

The mouse, incredulous, stared at The Barbarian, who didn't seem to be paying her the slightest attention, His eyes unfocussed, mouth slowly chewing a lump of hard-tack, while His free hand rested firmly between the floppy ears of a cross-eyed hound. Grezetta was completely engrossed in her task, one she'd dedicated herself to every morning, every night, and multiple times in between, since they'd begun their journey. Her cheeks were fat and round, stretched about His flaring pillar, eyes lazily open, her muzzle bobbing back and forth, as she sucked.

"No," He spoke, with little regard for the guild's greatest strategist. With lazy tugs, He moved the scent drunk bitch up and down His length, working into her throat, stretching the ash-grey neck to half-again its natural width. And still, she couldn't get it all in, her tongue failing to reach the medial ring, no matter how much she tried.

And Grezetta did try, desperately. From the moment they'd scooped her off the floor of the guild hall she'd known what her duty was, to worship those balls, to breathe in that thick, heady musk, to bury her nose in the one scent that could drown out all else. Her whole life she'd relied on her sense of smell, trusted it, seen the world in odours, and now there was only one. His. The powerful spice of Him burned itself into her synapses, made her quake and quiver without the need for anyone to touch her. She lived for it. She couldn't be without it.

Asta sighed, and rolled up her charts, seeing that there was no point in trying to engage Him further, all she could do was what she'd done each day before, plan for everything, and see which way He walked.

"Wait," came His rumbling tone, stopping her leaving. His deep, disaffected eyes landed on the pale rodent. "Girl," He continued, and Asta couldn't help but hang on His words, as if He might espouse wisdom, or the secret of His strength, or a strategy by which they could complete their impossible task and-

"Balls." He pointed down, to where the titanic testes hung untended.

'Of course,' she shivered, fighting the urge to shout her frustrations, or to...

She swiftly turned on her paws, covering her face to keep the dizzying aroma from getting to her, or her blush showing. "I'll... send someone at once, sir," and scurried away, trying to ignore the rhythmic slurping and moaning behind her. 'It really does sound like she's enjoying herself though...'

Less than a minute later, Raileh, the doe archer, approached the Bull and His bitch cautiously. She was a quiet, retiring creature, didn't say a word if she could avoid it, but was a master shot with her longbow. She gulped at approaching the scene.

"Um, y-you needed me, Sir?" Her eyes fell to the other woman, with her face twisted in bliss, even as it looked like she was swallowing a whole log. The deer couldn't turn away, not when her nethers were already moistening to the sounds and scents before her.

The Bull only grunted, pointing to His thick veined sac, the balls in question barely stirring from Grezetta's efforts. It was all Raileh could do not to whimper, as she leaned in close, the sweat and spice rolling up her nostrils, tickling her brain, making her spindly knees knock. Swallowing hard, the doe timidly reached out, her palms brushing the surface of the leathery skin, feeling the heat, the thickness, the sheer density, of the virile package at her fingertips. Each greater than her head, she couldn't wrap her hands around one alone, they were so immense, so daunting, so perfect.

"Slrrp. Slrrpp. Ommfgwd!"

Another muffled moan from the long haired hound sent shivers down her spine, and her thighs pressed tightly together to hold back the gushing waterfall inside her twat. Instead she stared, and rubbed, and felt every heart beat of the Man above, as she worshipped His massive jewels, unable to help from falling forward and brushing her cheek up and down the burning meat.

Seemingly content with the deer's efforts, The Barbarian swallowed His meal, and got to business stuffing the dog with hers. Grasping Grezetta firmly by the ears, He finally bothered to move His hips, thrusting the next hand's worth of cock down her throat. She choked, whimpered, but still kept sucking, grateful for more.

Unable to stop herself, Raileh licked along the salty skin, and moaned with unbound lust at the flavour. She could taste everything. How perfect His nuts were for breeding. How every sperm inside was wriggling, seeking, preparing to claim a womb of its own. How easily they'd do that to her, turn her svelte form into a bloated, fecund, fucktoy.

"Good. Stay still." He ordered, looking down for the first time at the two women, seeing the snot and tears escaping His bitch's face, and the way the deer's tail wagged pathetically, begging for Him to do her next.

"Nnngh! Nnmmhhrrrr!" Spittle foamed over Grezetta's lips as she ran out of breath, her snout filled with dick as it ravaged her throat again and again, getting deeper, further, thicker! Till finally, with a last whimper of "Mmmmmmph~" the mid-ring of his cock made it inside, and His head cleared the way to her stomach.

Raileh moaned too, teeth tugging on the unbreakable skin, as she felt her Master's balls clench. In one great, warm, flood, His orgasm flew past her eyes, visibly engorging His tract, sending a thick wad of male-cream slamming into the dog's lips, then her throat, and finally to burst inside her empty belly.

Grezetta's gurgling was lost amidst the sounds of His powerful balls contracting and squeezing out wave after wave of steaming seed, filling the poor mutt till she was visibly swollen. All He did was grunt, and wait till He was finished, seeming disappointed if anything, even as He emptied litres worth of protein into the woman’s gut.

A solid minute after that, He let go of the Grezetta’s ears and patted her patronisingly on the brow. "Better. You are improving."

"Ummm," pulling away herself, legs soaked in feminine slick, Raileh looked at her fellow huntress, who was still glued to the slowly softening cock. "I don't think she can hear you, Sir... I don't know if she's breathing."

Sighing, the large man dragged the unconscious dog off His prick with a pop of suction, dangling her in one hand as she dripped from both ends. He raised a hand, and smacked her firmly on the rump, jolting her back to life, drooling and retching a clotted stream of His cum onto the forest floor before He dropped her. She was left lying on her side, eyes still crossed, body still shaking, as her inner most monologue leaked past her lips.

"Puppies… give…"

***

Their troop closed on the old stone watchtower, a sad grey sentinel rising amid a desolate clearing of withered grasses. The Blackhelm Tower had a long and grizzly history, one that Asta had tried to share with their leader, but to no avail. 'Still', she consoled herself, 'we made good time, and it would be a roof over their heads, and perhaps even dried stores to help-'

"Get back!"

The pale mouse was yanked by the scruff of her neck back into the cover of the trees, just before the barbed head of a pig-iron bolt cracked against wood. A dozen more followed suit, filling the air where their party had been standing with whistling darts.

"Thanks," she gasped, looking up Loretta, the hare giving her a curt nod in return as they weathered the salvo behind the same twisted oak. Listening and counting, Asta judged there must be at least a dozen archers in the tower, armed with crossbows and well-trained. There'd be no way they could approach, not without heavy losses, they'd need to fall back and find a new route, circle back west and-

"Hey what are you doing!?" A pair of identical hissing cries pierced the sounds of the metal rain, as to their right, The Barbarian grabbed each of the Sword Sisters and bundled them under His arms, neither lynx looking happy at their handling.

"You," He rounded on Raileh, who snapped to attention at the sound of His voice, "cover me."

Before anyone could question further, the mountainous bull burst into a sprint, hooves thundering, as He ran full out towards the enemy fortification.

For her part, the shaking doe hurried to obey, firing almost a dozen arrows in the time it took The Barbarian, and the bound up sisters, to get halfway to the tower. With every step He took His pace quickened, His legs pumping furiously beneath Him, as if He wasn't already running at the speed of a horse’s gallop. No, He ran faster, impossibly quick, till He blurred before the eye. Shot after shot impacted the ground around Him, while others bounced harmlessly off His thick hide, or stuck in the muscle without even drawing blood.

Dust flew as He skidded to a halt, dropping the stunned sisters at the base of the wall, now well below the arc of fire. He pulled back one mighty fist and punched, smashing a head-sized hole through into the room beyond.

"Girls..." He loomed over them both with intensity, and the Sword Sister’s knew that look. Soon battle would be joined, the bull would tear down the wall and the three of them would spill forth, and slaughter every demon, cultist and-

“Balls.”

They each dropped their weapons, and stared at Him agape, unable to believe that He'd ask that of them, let alone then and there. But He was in no mood for further questioning, and grabbed each feline by the scalp, pushing them under His now cherry red stones. He ground their short muzzles back and forth, drenching them in the heated sweat till He was certain they'd gotten the message,  before focussing His attention on the hole in front of him.

The twins hissed and spat indignantly, as their fur worked like a towel to soak up the masculine drippings. Neither had touched male flesh with anything other than a blade since they’d escaped their fate as sacrifices to the same cults they now hunted. They’d conditioned themselves to feel nothing but revolution and rage, but despite that, they couldn't help but shiver as the tendrils of scent worked into their breaths. Passages clogged and drowned in the virile odour, till curiosity won out, and one sister opened her maw, and purred.

"Fela! How can you-" Hela spat, but her sibling took a long drag of sweat on her rough tongue, and pulled Hela in for a kiss. At once Hela quietened, her sister’s tongue tangling in hers, sharing the gift she’d gotten, till they broke for air.

"He's good, though," the weaker of the two mewed, looking at her other half through heavily lidded eyes. "It's alright, just one Man, together?"

Groaning, the second sister couldn't resist the urge anymore either, and soon both spotted girls were nuzzling away as instructed.

Satisfied they were doing as told, The Barbarian pumped His sheath till the bulging tip surged out into His hands, more girthy meat soon following, as He lined up with the tight hole he'd made for himself. Tight for him, anyway. With two sets of maws and paws now diligently working His balls, The Barbarian's rod soon filled the arm sized breach, and then some beyond, the flaring head jutting through in a plume of rubble and masonry. He began to fuck, grinding His man-sized prick into the tower like it was a dusty, dry, cunt in need of breaking in. Pulverised stone work showered the lynx twins, while inside distracted cultists and demons couldn't know the invasion that was coming.

At His feet, lost in lusty pheromones, the lynx sisters lapped, little teeth tugging, mewling like kittens as they felt veins bulge and heat grow. Not just His, each woman was getting so hot in their leathers that musty oceans had pooled at their crotches, slick seas of lubricated lust, as they ground their thighs together, hands too busy with the massive man-eggs they were each lavishing.

It was enough. With a savage buck, and the sound of crumbling masonry, The Barbarian chiselled His cock to the very root inside the tower, the head standing so proud of the wall, someone could have suckled it and still tickled their tonsils. The throbbing head bucked and reared, and unleashed a flood of boiling white. It geysered inside, as He humped more, and harder, till fractures formed in the outer stones, but still He did not stop, keeping the tide coming, pumping a wagon's worth of semen inside the old fortification.

The tide rose, a viscous, ankle high sea, fumes spreading through the structure, seeping between cracks, under floors, permeating everything. The crossbow fire withered, stuttered, as near two dozen noses twitched. Breathing became difficult, thinking impossible, as men, women, monsters, succumbed to the musky deluge that invaded their stronghold, inseminating their minds, making their insides burn with uncontrollable needs.

Withdrawing from the impromptu glory hole, The Barbarian listened, smiling, as the sounds of moans began to echo through the stone. Without needing another word, the two cats as His ankles hurried to clean the last drops from His dusty member, as the rest of their party emerged from cover, and approached the fuming tower.

When they battered the door down, they were greeted by the sight of the fuck-drunk defenders, laying supine in the gelatinous puddle. Males toyed with themselves, eyes glazed, while females desperately pumped sticky fingers in and out of their marinating nethers, desperate to press handfuls of the Bull's seeds as deep as they could, unable to resist the urge to impregnate themselves with such a virile opportunity.

Gulping, the huntresses of The Barbarian's party could only look on in fascination, horror, and jealousy.

"M-maybe we should leave a warning on the door," Asta mumbled, barely audible over the moaning, "before anyone comes to clear this place out."

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