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[section=Story]“Come now, do keep quiet,” the minotaur said, stroking the back of his hand along Salrith’s thigh.
[b][i]Sklrtch[/i][/b].
Salrith howled, eyes squeezing shut. It was [i]so much[/i]!
“It’s hardly that bad.”
[b][i]Splrtch![/i][/b]
Salrith wriggled and writhed in the seat that the hybrid had been in so many times now. The arachnobold couldn’t even remember how many times. Salrith’s vent ached so [i]good[/i], and another [i]pulse[/i] of slime was pumped directly into the hybrid’s eggchamber.
“It’s just until Easter, hmm? We need you producing eggs as much as possible. Do you understand me?” came the question.
[b][i]Splt![/i][/b]
Salrith’s head rolled, the hybrid thrashing in those infernal restraints. The fat, enormous cock buried under Salrith’s tail didn’t throb or pulse. It just [i]pumped[/i], pushing spurt after spurt of harvested cum directly into the hybrid’s vent. There was nothing behind the toy but deliberate, calculated [i]breeding[/i].
[b][i]Squitch.[/i][/b]
“No, probably not. The amount of fertility and heat drugs we have you on, I’m not sure there’s much left in there, is there?” the minotaur asked, giving a deliberate [i]knock[/i] to Salrith’s head. The hybrid squealed as the fat plug stretching Salrith’s folds into an obscene O-shape pumped another jet of warm cum inside. [i][b]Sklrt![/b][/i] “Just like the client ordered. I’ll tell you what, Number 448, if you can say ‘Mephisto please breed me’, then I’ll switch off the machine and give you a break, hmm? Given you’ve taken—oh, about nine litres of harvested dragon semen, now, you’re certainly already going to bear a clutch. The other eleven are just for standard procedure. How about it?”
[b][i]Splrtch![/i][/b]
Salrith writhed and pulled at those infernal bonds, brain dimly trying to process what was being said. [i]Something… something about Easter[/i]? The warmth of that virile slime flooding Salrith’s walls drove the hybrid to a hazy frenzy, and as the machine pumped another powerful jet inside, Salrith’s toes curled.
[b][i]Sklrrrrtch.[/i][/b]
“No?” the minotaur asked, looking at the hybrid with a smirk. “All right. How about this, then. If you orgasm again, then I’ll make sure that not only do you get all twenty litres, but we’ll stop rotating you through different donors and we pump every tank in storage from this one into you over your stay, hmm?”
Salrith rocked and groaned weakly. [i][b]Spltsplt.[/b][/i] Salrith felt more of that gooey, thick cum pumping into the hybrid’s helplessly vulnerable vent. It felt so [i]good[/i], even if Salrith knew so many eggs would come from it. Eggs felt good too…
“Well?” the minotaur asked, and Salrith felt a hand grip at one chelicerae, tilting Salrith’s head to the side. Salrith’s eight eyes opened weakly, and the minotaur looked down at his captured specimen.
[b][i]Splrt![/i][/b]
Salrith whined, feeling that [i]need[/i] building to unbearable heights.
“Do you just want to keep being knocked up like a good little eggmaker, Number 448?”
Salrith’s eyes lidded, trying to make sense of his words.
[b][i]Splt![/i][/b]
Salrith’s vent clamped down tightly around that fat, mechanical insemination device. The hybrid’s eyes snapped open wide and the hybrid [i]moaned[/i] out desperately as every nerve lit up with wonderful, agonising [i]need[/i]. A wet gush started to trickle around the black, knotted shaft as Salrith’s tunnel [i]squeezed [/i]down around it helplessly, and Salrith saw [i]spots[/i]. The toy was so BIG and so [i]wet[/i] and so ever-present and—
[b][i]Splt…splt…splt-splt-splrt-SPLRT[/i][/b].
Just like it always did when it detected Salrith cumming, the machine began to rapidly [i]pump[/i] the hybrid’s womb full in an accelerated rate, just pushing Salrith even deeper into orgasm. The hybrid’s vent squeezed tightly and [i]milked[/i] the machine as it drained its tank slowly into its helpless recipient, while the minotaur clicked his pen and made some notes.
“I’ll take you off roster for a while then. This dragon was [i]quite[/i] a productive one, so we’ve got fifty two-hundred litre tanks to go through. Should keep you busy laying for over eight months.”
Salrith squealed and squirted around that infernal machine all the harder.
Razeros seemed happy for the minotaur to keep breaking Number 448 for the time being. It was a very profitable specimen so far. And besides, it [i]was[/i] kind of cute, in a perverted way, watching Number 448’s snout twist into mindless, dumb-fucked bliss as it orgasmed again. Seventeenth of the day. … It could be higher, though. It [i]had[/i] almost looked like the specimen still understood some language. But that wasn’t anything that couldn’t be fixed up with a heavier dose of pleasure and some good old fashioned conditioning.
Mephisto made a note to up the specimen’s heat drugs. The minotaur noted the date, too. [i]Easter today[/i]. Well, he never said [i]which[/i] Easter he’d return the green dragon’s property. And he’d hate to return a specimen before they were good and ready.[/section]
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