The moaning of shortstacks, be it of the ones getting railed by their new Masters or those that could not wait for the day they got into that position, was all around. Flesh spped against flesh, tits and asses jiggled, as watching shortstacks covertly or not so covertly pleasured themselves. Some pleasured each other, but that was rare. Purity, by Subana’s standards, meant a virgin woman, not a sexually inexperienced one. Masturbation was totally fine. Sapphic engagements were an edge case, typically between followers who were 100% certain they would serve the same Master one day.

  Rykard allowed himself to be swept up by the mood. The previous passive service he received from Ayama changed in an instant when he grabbed her by the ears. What light there was in those brilliant eyes turned dull under yers of immediate arousal. Gone was the sharp-witted handmaiden of the queen of New Eden and in was the fuck bunny of the king.

  Fucking her face only sted for a moment. As great as her twitching throat felt around his cock, it was a mere appetizer. He yanked her off his groin by her ears, throwing her off bance. She nded on her back in the soft grass.

  Completely in heat, Ayama immediately folded herself up into an offering position. Thighs squished her rge breasts together. Her knees were pulled against her shoulders, the hands digging into her supple flesh to keep the dispy stable. Breasts quivered with each panting breath she drew in through her wide open mouth. The position curled up her bottom, the delectable twin spheres of her derriere left and right of the swollen mons, excessively wet with passion.

  “You know your pce, sex pet,” Rykard stated. It was equal part a compliment and a derision - Ayama loved to hear both. He got on top of her and, waiting only for Helenn to angle his cock for him, drove into her. “That’s a good fucking hole,” he growled. A grab of her throat cut short her orgasmic scream. “Now stay nice and tight for me - you can do that much, right?”

  Ayama nodded repeatedly until her tongue lolled out from the very first plunge. He prodded something deep inside her, a particur series of sensitive spots that not even he managed to hit reliably. That was under normal circumstances when he was concentrating on a whole harem of women.

  “Time to remind you - exactly - why you are my breeding bunny,” Rykard announced and began to pound her.

  Heads turned towards the source of the repeated plunges. it began with the interested gnces of the nearby shortstacks and ended with the entire party trying to find positions from which they could watch. The women feasted themselves on the sight of what was to come for them (in lesser forms) and literally feasted while watching. The men tried to live up to Rykard’s example. They failed, of course, but they made a valiant effort. The screams of their women could attest to that much.

  “Do you submit?” Rykard asked and loosened his grip on Ayama’s throat.

  The sex bunny screamed. Her cunt had been tightening around his cock from the flood of orgasms since he had started to pound her. Even now, the cp of his thrusts against her bubble butt competed in volume with her cries.

  Rykard groaned in lust and disappointment. He gestured for Helenn to hand him a pitcher of water. Hastily the hovering cock holster did as ordered. The king took a sip of calming cool liquid, then shook his head. The gathered crowd moaned when he emptied the rest of the contents over Ayama’s head.

  “I asked you a question, pet!” Rykard grabbed the sex sve’s face, her cheeks squishing under his powerful hand. “When your Owner asks you something, you answer, right?”

  Ayama blinked rapidly, getting the water out of her eyes. She was soaked now and stared wide-eyed up at him. The dey in her answer darkened his features and made his sadistic soul sing. It was an easy excuse to give her a swift smack - powerful enough to sting, but not strong enough to leave a mark. “Yes, Master!” she cried hastily.

  “Then answer,” Rykard challenged her.

  Ayama’s mouth hung open. All around her, the crowd of shortstacks began to whisper mockingly. “Ooooh, she did not listen to her Master.” “What a bad girl!” “Can’t believe it!” “I would never listen to my stud either, could you believe the hate fucking I would get?” “Bad girl!” “Bad girl!” “Bad girl!” “Bad girl!”

  The chant was silenced when Rykard tossed the empty pitcher aside. ”I’m away for a week and you already forgot your training,” he growled at her. It was all a py. With how long he had been choking her, he would have been more surprised if she heard his voice through the delirium. He knew that. She knew that he knew. For all the shock, there was a smile on her features, the euphoric, dreamy kind that could not be controlled. “Listen to me carefully this time, got it?”

  “Yes, Master, my apologies, Master, please train this pet however you want, Master,” Ayama assured swiftly, her voice a pleasant wave of submission and rexation. Her muscles were still tensing from aftershocks, but her mind was entirely dissolved into her position underneath him.

  “Do you submit?” Rykard asked again.

  “How could I submit?” Ayama answered. “I’m already yours. From the tip of my ears to the fuzz of my tail, this breedable bunny is yours to train: I am no person but yours. I am-”

  “Wrong.” Rykard cmped back down on her throat. The grip made her eyelids flutter. She was right back to climaxing when he glided in and out of her in slow thrusts. “Listen here, you set of tight holes,” he growled into her bunny ear. “You’re not a person. If I ever catch you describing yourself like that, I’ll punish you. I’ll smack your ass until it’s red if I am feeling gracious and I will lock you into a chastity cage like an overbred bitch if I do not. Pets like you don’t talk in long sentences. You should learn that you’re incapable of it. When I am fucking you, you are only your instincts. All you are is your heat, your desires because that’s all I think you’re good for. Now - do you submit?”

  Rykard released her throat again.

  Ayama screamed. “FUCK BUNNY ALREADY YOURS! PUT IN HER PLACE! MASTER! YOU’RE MY MASHTAAAAAAAAAHR!”

  “Finally a good answer!” Rykard roared approvingly - then he rutted into her like a savage animal. For the following minutes, they truly were nothing but a mare and a stud. Rykard kept her pinned, smming into her tight cunt throughout her overpping orgasms. Ayama’s entire being was focused on being a nice sleeve for him, to keep the position throughout her various spasms.

  Racing towards the finish line, Rykard did not stop when he felt his orgasm approach. Only when he was about to unload, did he stop, pressing against her depths. Seed pumped into her depths. Ayama lost the st bit of reservation her body still had. She was squirting all over his crotch and her curled lower body, while he painted her insides white.

  That was only the beginning for Rykard.

  Pounding the sex pet into the floor once was a simple and regur occurrence. What he needed to do was put on the kind of show that carved into every one of the Subana followers around that he was the king of the doms and his subjects would do their best to emute him.

  Ayama was nothing but a fuckable sow.

  Ayama was the most precious thing in the world.

  Both things were true at once to Rykard, as he let her cunt wring the st of his seed from his shaft. The moment his orgasmic pleasure abated, he was back to rutting into her. The bunny screamed, her pussy gushing more as the ecstasy was renewed with every thrust. Silver eyes were rolled up.

  Rykard hooked his thumb into the cheek of the set of holes. “Masssshhtahr,” she slurred, her voice a mixture of love and heat. Every breath flowed hot from her lungs. Her purple-streaked, white hair was soaked from earlier.

  Grabbing Helenn out of the air next to him, Rykard shoved the shortstack cunt first on her fellow submissive’s face. Excited mumbles from the crowd around approved the action. Every follower of Subana was ready to be manhandled and to be prepared by the tongue of another woman.

  Ayama knew what her mouth was good for. Eating out the angel, the bunny kept rocking under Rykard’s hard thrusts. His cock was a steel rod, parting her velvety folds and hammering against her sensitive spots.

  When Rykard stopped, he did so only because he sensed Ayama would colpse if he did not. Yanking the gold-eyed blonde back off, he revealed a face sticky with the juices of the shortstack. There was no sembnce of control over her breathing. Ayama was completely lost in bliss.

  The moment he pulled out, her legs rexed and flopped into the grass. Laying there. on her back, she kept on spasming, even squirting at times from the intensity of the aftershocks. “I’ll fill you more ter, fuck bunny,” Rykard announced and got an agreeing grunt in return. The sex pet was left there and Rykard’s attention turned to his sex toy. “Time to stuff another hole.”

  Helenn was on all fours in the grass, fat ass raised, fat tits swinging underneath her. Her skin was shiny from the sweat of anticipation and the orgasms watching and getting worked by Ayama’s tongue had brought her. Her little wings hovered detached behind her. Golden lines ran down her back and around her thighs, framing her ass. It made for a nice scope of where his hand was supposed to nd.

  A smack harsh enough that nearby shortstacks jumped in joy at the sound. Helenn herself produced a sound of pure exaltation- exactly the kind of noise he wanted from an angelic cocksleeve. Leaving his dick exposed to the air when she was right there was a waste for everyone involved.

  Stuffing her was a simple task. Her usually so tight cunt was still widened from the various times he had taken her over the course of the journey. Her hole remembered her shape and her entire body remembered him. Just smming into her depths made her pussy gush.

  The shortstack was even tinier than usual in this position. Ass cheeks jiggled on every plunge. Her hair served as reins while he used her to his heart’s content for a while.

  Just mounting her like a bull was not enough though. “Let’s show everyone what it looks like when the soil gets sanctified by their angel, shall we?” Rykard asked, not expecting nor wanting an answer.

  Lifting the shortstack up with him, the king rose. Standing tall in the middle of the festivities, he continued to plough Helenn. The cocksleeve hovered in front of him, her particur kind of flight making it wonderfully easy to fuck her even in this position. Fixed in her retive position to him, he could glide in and out of her spasming cunt without risking her dropping.

  The angel was squirting. Her pussy juices exploded from her cunt with each repeated ‘PLAP!’ of her fat ass getting smacked by his deep thrusts. The cpping was constant and rapid. Each penetration started with his cock nearly slipping from the grasp of her stretched folds and ended with him hammering against her cervix. Shortstack bodies were something else.

  Rykard held the blonde angel by the throat with his right, while grabbing a presented chicken leg with his left. An eager bite filled his mouth with a taste almost as delicious as Helenn’s half-choked screams.

  “This is what I want for all of you!” Rykard shouted, turning on the spot so everyone could see what he was doing to Helenn. “Naked, ensved, made a toy, pregnant, and bred again as soon as I wish it!”

  “Wow, she’s pregnant too!” “That’s an angel!” “So jealous!” “Her stabbiness will get sooooo fucked by that stud!”

  The gathered shortstacks took on the scene with continued enthusiasm. With nothing left to be said, Rykard finished his meal, then finished solely on finishing himself off. Helenn was a squirting mess of a sex toy anyway.

  His hips became a blur, as he raced towards that final point. Reaching it without any thought, he thrust into Helenn’s depths and just let go. Her womb was occupied and so his seed pumped almost as satisfyingly into the tight tunnel of her cunt. Helenn’s bouncy body jiggled in front of him. Her voice was silenced by the intense shivers of ecstasy that dominated her.

  Rykard let his orgasm slowly peter out, before lifting Helenn off his cock. She floated down like a defting balloon, coming to a soft still in the grass. At that point, Rykard was already on top of Ayama again.

  It was not over until they both struggled to return their minds to normalcy.