Waking late as usual, Mosey peered out of his treetop cot, surveying the forest around him as the late morning sun beamed down through the canopy. It was quiet, for now. 
mosey needed some alone time if his evening infiltration was going to go off without a hitch. He couldn’t just barge in and crash the ceremony itself, even if it sounded hot as hell in his mind. Raw-dogging the bride in front of her parents wouldn’t make for the best first impression. He’d have to play his cards carefully.
...
Mosey watched the evening ceremony from the safety of his forest canopy. The sunset really was as spectacular as the bridesmaids had described, and so was the bride herself. He would have it all soon enough, all to himself. The groom looked handsome, sure, but Mosey could tell even through the tuxedo that this rival male’s physique was no match for his own. He would have no issue getting rid of the competition if the need arose.
When the sun finally disappeared beneath the ocean’s waves, Mosey began his infiltration. Tired after a night of partying and drinking, only a few guests waited around the resort’s well landscaped land. Mosey slipped past them with ease, scaling the hotel’s walls, and climbing through an open window on the third and highest floor. Down the end of the hallway, Mosey picked up voices through the final doorway. The groom, in his drunkenness and excitement, left the door to their suite cracked open.
“I love you so much babe, now how about we make something to remember this night for the rest of our lives.”
Busting through the door, Mosey caught the two lovers still fully clothed in a heartfelt embrace in the center of their suite. As soon as they caught sight of him however, the tender moment turned into turmoil for the both of them. The bride screamed upon seeing the young, chocolate skinned monkey boy enter their soon-to-be sacred chamber, and the groom froze momentarily before attempting the rush Mosey.
Pathetic, Mosey thought to himself, as he shoved the incoming groom to the side with a single arm, reaching out for the bride with the second. His chimp strength was just overwhelming! This time, he got his prey by the arm, pulling her over to the luxuriously made bed, still covered in fresh flower petals.

“Oh god, he’ll kill both of us. Nate, do something!” The bride screamed, which Mosey easily ignored as he tossed the bride onto her back on the bed.
“I’ve got him, I got this under control sweetheart!” Nate yelled back, recovering from his fall earlier. This time, before he could make it to Mosey and therefore his lover, Mosey turned and glared at him, baring his teeth.
“Don't even try, faggot.” Mosey spat, his voice boyish and aggressive. “You don’t want to find out what I’ll do to you, and to her, if you keep messing around here. One wrong move and I’m gone, and I’m gonna take her with me.”
Nate froze in fear. He knew he had no way of taking down the physically superior beast of a boy. He had no way of contacting the building's security, and by the time they’d arrive he’d be gone. He’d never see his wife ever again he thought.
Meanwhile, Mosey was making quick work of the bride’s last few protections of womanhood. Her intricately made nightgown, embellished with local fauna and jewels, he tore straight down the middle, exposing her full breasts and moistened pussy. Mosey hummed in satisfaction as he leaned over the satisfying sight. With one arm, he held his new bitch down on the bed, and with the other, he held her legs apart, giving him plenty of room to maneuver his tool up to her lips.
“Nate, oh god. Nate! Do something! Nate!-”
Mosey removed the hand from her legs and onto her mouth as he slid his length inside, feeling the human’s warm folds envelop him. He felt the beautiful, blonde bride moan uncontrollably into his hand as he invaded her most intimate area. His overproducing testicles, which sagged against the side of the bed, smeared the woman’s inner chamber with hot, liquid pre, mixing with her own fertile juices and leaking onto the white sheets bellow.
Finally, Mosey took both of his turgid palms, and wrapping them around his new mate’s waistline, pulled the woman completely onto his cock. The bride bit her lipstick smeared lip and tried to hold in a throaty groan as her eyes rolled to the back of her head and the bedroom invader fucked her missionary. Mosey continued to hum deeply in delight and began to thrust his maleness greedily into the hot and damp sanctuary.

Mosey, so awash in his own self-centered bliss of finally breeding, hardly noticed the bride relax her own muscles. Her moans slowly moved from forced to indulgent as the boy took advantage of her body. Mosey finally noticed the bride’s change of heart when he loosened his grip on her sides, opting instead to grab a handful of her awaiting breasts.
“Enjoying yourself?” He said cockily, almost to pad his own ego. He was not expecting a response.
“Yes…” The bride quietly replied between Mosey’s quickening thrusts, still trying to hide her shame. He laughed, grinning wildly.
“Let it all out,” Mosey goaded. “Tell me how bad you want me in front this weak excuse for a lover.”
“I want you, I want it badly.” The bride spoke, getting more confident. “You’re so strong… I couldn’t stop you… even if I wanted to. Don’t slow down.”
Her words were like diesel fuel on Mosey’s already smoldering lust for the girl. He bent down, and in a display of dominance, French-kissed the damsel.
The groom watched the scene in total awe. His own confidence and faith in their relationship, so strong just hours before, was shattered. A fascination with the ballsy boy taking his new wife emerged from deep within him. He couldn’t take his eyes of the boy beast’s well sculpted frame, impressive soles, and the two overweight sperm tanks swaying beneath its legs. To his added shock, he felt himself becoming aroused, just as his bride reached her first of many orgasms.
“Mmh! Fuck!” The bride moaned, riding out the climax she could do little to prevent. “Don’t pull out. Please for the love of God don’t pull out.”
Mosey didn’t need to be told what he knew was inevitable. Fully climbing onto the bed, he got on his knees and power-fucked the woman down into the love nest. Mosey’s sagging balls churned, aching for release. With a few final thrusts, the boy shoved his entire length into his mate and let loose a victorious roar. Thick, white jets of wild spunk flooded into the fertile uterus, completely filling it to the brim within a few seconds. Mosey’s long-awaited climax was far from over. The remaining seed he spread throughout the bride’s vagina, before the excess began to pour out in sticky viscous spurts.

Watching entire scene unfold with a mix of shame, pain, and arousal, the groom slowly stroked his smaller member as the beastboy cucked him and impregnated his newlywed wife.
“Oh, yes! Yes!” The bride moaned over and over, as Mosey fucked his brown offspring into her, creating a sloppy mess of the both of them. Mosey’s pearly white cum gushed out of the woman’s well-fucked pussy and dripped down his shaft and heavy ballsack.
“Oh honey, our guest made such a good mess,” the bride almost giggled still laying back on the bed. “Why don’t you help come clean him up?”
“Yeah, uh, sure,” the groom responded. First this boy had broken into their love nest, stolen his wife for itself, and now he was being asked to humiliate himself for their pleasure. His mental resistance long broken, the modestly built man awkwardly approached his- their bed, and got down on his knees.
Mosey flipped around excitedly, squashing many of the rose petals beneath his naked body, letting his legs, shaft and balls drape over the foot of the bed. The comparatively meek-looking man approached cautiously, getting down on all fours and crawling between the boy’s powerful legs.
Mosey watched and grinned like the devil as the human male paid tribute to his physical and sexual supremacy. The groom almost needed to use both hands just to lift on Mosey’s balls. The groom instead lowered his head and began licking and sucking on the two overwhelming seed factories, where he knew his bride’s first child would originate.
After worshipping the larger male for a time, the groom moved up to his cock, still covered in thick cum and his wife’s juices. He worked quickly to clean Mosey’s shaft, swallowing as much of the spunk as he could to hopefully satiate the boy.
“Good work baby, I think our special guest needs a little more attention than that,” the bride cooed, slowly stroking Mosey’s returning erection. “Why don’t you get down on the ground and let this glorious boy have his way with me.”
Mosey greedily lifted his bitch up off the bed, making her gasp and giggle in surprise, and straddled her across his lap, spearing his cock back exactly where he wanted it.

As Mosey bounced the bride atop his cock, the groom went prone on the ground as he was ordered, feeling totally the mercy of the intruder. Mosey noticed, and proceeded to press his filthy soles into the groom’s face as he fiercely groped the bride’s breasts.
“C‘mon you cuck, show some appreciation for these things,” Mosey growled, rubbing his heels into the grooms chin. “At least our kids will have them, not like your puny feet.”
The groom kissed and massaged the beastboy’s feet, letting the dirt and sweat cover his face. It didn’t matter. This was his place.
“Hey baby, I’m sure you notic-ed already, but I think it’s best if I had his children, not yours. Hehe, Mmh!! He’s just stronger, sexier, and much more virile,” the bride spoke almost normally between being penetrated by 10-inches of malehood.
“Yes, dear, if that’s what makes you happy,” the groom said, casually forfeiting his reproductive entitlement that usually accompanies marriage.
“I mean, is it even possible I’m NOT pregnant after that? I’ve never felt so full in my life. Honestly, I can’t wait to raise his beautiful dark babies.”
“Who said there’s gonna be just one?” Mosey interjected, quickening his pace and smiling at the bride. “And if it isn’t with you, I’ll need more women to breed!”
“Greedy boy,” the bride teased. “We’ll make sure you get taken care of.”
After a few more minutes of intense lovemaking, and the groom paying tribute, the fierce boy fired his second load into his bitch’s pussy from his seemingly endless supply of baby batter. The groom again cleaned them up like an obedient servant.
It took Mosey another three rounds of thrusting, growling, biting, and humiliating to finally become tired. He collapsed onto the sweat and sperm-soaked sheets of what was meant to be a passion pit for two. It still was, instead the groom was forced to sleep on the ground.

The following days were like a dream Mosey never wanted to wake up from. The morning began with room service paid for by the groom, before Mosey had another round with his bitch, fucking her senseless on the room’s balcony for any lucky onlookers to see.
Later, the bride made good on her promise, and delivered her entire parade of bridesmaids to Mosey. Some were hesitant at first, but after Mosey dominated and completely impregnated one of the maids against the suite’s wall, all of them eagerly lined up to receive the same treatment, and they did. One by one, Mosey fucked his children into each one of the beautiful pale bridesmaids, while the rest watched in awe.
Their husbands were of course invited to the orgy, but not all of them showed, and the ones who did found themselves utterly outmatched and humiliated under Mosey, kissing his feet and cleaning his junk between rounds just show submission and respect. What was once a year of celibacy, was now an endless sex buffet of whichever human female Mosey desired.
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The population of the island was expected to explode in the coming months, and yet Mosey never grew tired. In his quest to sate his never-ending lust, Mosey fucked and impregnated nearly every woman in the human settlement. The matter became much more formal after the first evening with the bride. His name spread almost as fast as his genes, and by the third month, females were inviting him over to bear his children. Some were resistant at first just like the bride, but soon, they would turn the corner and come to love being Mosey’s bitch.
Despite his hyper-polyamorous nature, Mosey always came home to his first and only love. The bride had two of Mosey’s children so far, but she knew she would have at least 6 before he stopped pulling her into their bed every night. She was happy though, and Mosey, elated.
He’d proved to his tribe his own dominance and sexual prowess, by starting his own.