Breeding Monsters

She only smiled down at him, her eyes softening but her smile, heavily fanged, remaining the same, tipping her chin down to see him as much as she wanted to throw her head back in fits of passion. It was a good name, better than the one that she'd been left with, her identity secure in the arms of such delicious ecstasy.

And that was the way it was supposed to be.

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Slade lay back on the soft moss of the cave floor, although he'd had to work at enlarging the cave mouth to allow some of the bigger monsters inside. Everyone wanted to be inside with him all of the time but the studly wolf was more than happy to please everyone time after time again, the monster women bringing him food and water and ensuring that he never went without. That did not mean, of course, that he was sexually in control all of the time though, letting them pound him, dominate him, taking his seed even though most of them were perpetually heavily pregnant with large, rounded stomachs bulging out. Their pregnancies were all extreme whether they birthed live young or laid eggs, though that was a part too that he was willing to help them through too, however they pleased. They were all that he could ever have wanted, lolling about the cave on soft blankets, things that they had woven and scavenged, for their civilisation was different to the one that the colonisation of space had sought out.

It was a better way of life, a way of life that suited him. It was everything he needed and, less than strangely, he was not concerned at all with his past life. No one would ever find him there and it was better for him. No one could judge him and, still, he lusted for expanding his horizons, seeking out what could please him, pushing on and on as his cock was swallowed up by Arabella, the fur-like monster with a second head on her tail. Her tail-head moaned around his length but was still more than able to get the knot into her mouth, her cries muffled even as he spent a howling load inside her.

His life was better than it had ever been, head lolling back, another pussy delving down on his cock, even though he was unsure just which monster was riding him at that moment. There was neither any real need for him to do anything either, not if he didn't want to, though his lust would always be there, tingling through with the passion of a true, breeding stud. He couldn't have lost his arousal and inclination for them if he'd tried, one day blending into the next, more and more, time passing without him even noticing.

Did he need to?

Ah...

Slade groaned.

No, no... None of that was something that a breeding stud needed to worry about, slurping into the pussy of his very first monster woman, her sex closing around him, suckling him like a pair of lips and a ready throat. Every one of them could take him down their throats, defying the laws of what should have been possible, though he pushed it more and more, drooling with passion, barely able to control his own body as raw need trembled through him.

"Do me..."

"Me next..."

"I was here first..."

It was not whining but snarling, the monster women all as dominant as each other as they hissed and playfully fought, though their goal was a shared one when it came to satisfying their needs. And thus it would be to the end of time as they mounted their stud whether they were pregnant or not, swollen and need and drooling in a constant state of need.

Slade howled.

The new order of the world had come.

And they were there to lust for it.