Chapter 35: Sem*n Containers of the Wolf Clan

In the past two years, this little hu$sy had interc**rse with various beastmen every day. Day-to-day, he was filled with different men’s ginormous rods and shot in his depths. He wantonly screamed in enjoyment and lust just like now, moan**g for men to do him harder and thrvst deeper…

Francis conjured scene after scene of Lyle being hammered men of different races, being pinned down and pounded ruthlessly, including a member of the Bear Clan, who had great strength and could f**k this little hu$sy all day long. He was also forced by a member of the Lion Clan, whose swollen giant pounded into this little hu$sy’s small mouth, thrusting ‘til his eyes turned all white, and finally coming on his mouth and face…

Lyle looked at the man’s ruthless expression. His big member grew bigger on his flower hole. He smiled and kissed Francis on the cheek.

“What are you thinking, darling? Thinking of me sleeping with other beastmen? Are you jealous…?”

Like a roundworm in Francis’ stomach,¹It means Lyle knows/understands everything about Francis. Lyle enjoyed the man’s hammering as he reached down to undo the man’s upper uniform.

The man was a size larger than when he left him. He had not been so robust before— with strong muscle lines. Lyle felt the man’s pecs with satisfaction, sliding all the way down to his firm eight-pack abs. His long, slender finger even swirled around the lines.

Lyle, who was stroking the man’s wheaten chest muscles, flushed with erot!c crimson as the man pounded him until his body permeated with thin sweat. The corners of his eyes darting seductively as he stared at the man’s toned body with a drooping gaze.

The man who was hammering him exerted force on his waist and abdomen, rendering the muscles in his upper body to tremble. The powerful force contained in it fascinated the Little Hu$sy Lyle.

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“Waydnkp…”

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&dcpr;Xdzu vs cl kdvlaawrvle cu Waydnkp, “Psd’v vyzj…”

Mbl xyd blze bkx, yefwpvle bkp sod pkvvkdt rspvwal, zlydle ytykdpv vbl oyzz okvb bkp nbyka clbkde bkx, yde rwv bkp zltp sd vbl letl sq vbl vyczl, ps vbyv Nuzl pyv aktbv sd bkp na**nb.

“Gb—!”

Mbkp rspkvksd oyp ps ellr.

Nkvvzl Tw$pu Nuzl naydle bkp clywvkqwz dlnj nsxqsavyczu yde rwv bkp yaxp yaswde Gexkayz Waydnkp’ dlnj. Tkp vbktbp yzps valxczle kd lwrbsaky.

Gexkayz Waydnkp yzps dyaasole bkp lulp kd rzlypwal. Mbkp zkvvzl bw$pu’p zkvvzl bsdlu bszl oyp clvvla vbyd clqsal.

Other tall and strong beastmen, even transforming into their beast forms, to nail this little bitch fiercely, appeared in his mind.

This little hu$sy, who was paid off, screamed in abandon under another man’s cr**ch like a loose sl*t. The stout beastmen pounded him until his body shook and was covered in tiger and bear sem*n. His body turned into a scarlet color, coated in sweat from being pounded, and screamed for the strong men to insert harder, penetrate him more ruthlessly, and pound him more violently…

Francis clearly remembered how Lyle, this little wh*re, would abandon all restraint whenever he was immersed in s*x.

At the thought of the Little Hu$sy’s seductive appearance, Francis could not contain his anger and pounded this little hu$sy harder. Lyle, the said little hu$sy, bounced up as he was pounded. He wrapped his arms around his neck, crying for him to go fiercer and rougher.

“Ngh, ah… Ah, ah, ah… Francis… So hard… So fierce… Hngh… Rougher… Don’t pity me… F**k me harder… F**k me ‘til I break…”

Lyle only wore a torn uniform. His lower body was naked with his legs wide open as he was being pounded hard by a man in an admiral’s uniform, while also being held up by his a$s.

The man who was nailing him hard was still upright and stoic. His upper military uniform was open, his wheaten muscles covered in beads of hot sweat, his muscles twitched with his movements, and his pants was only unzipped.  Little Hu$sy, who was gobbling his large meat stick, overflowed with s*xual juices from his obscene cvnt, making the admiral’s pants wet.

“Hu$sy… This hole can really suck… These two years… Are you also sucking other men like this…?”

The man in the military uniform said and slammed upwards once again, against the deep lascivious spot!

“Ah—! Francis… Ha… Honey… I like it when you call me a little hu$sy… Don’t omit the ‘little,’ will you?… Ngh, ah!…”

Surprised by the shamelessness of the Little Hu$sy Lyle, Francis picked him up as if in a rage and threw him on the table. With a dark expression and eyes, he took off his military uniform on top and threw it on the floor while unbuckling the belt around his waist.

“Ha… Darling… I love it when you f**k me in uniform…”

“Shut up…”

Lying on the table, Lyle’s misty eyes looked at the man with the light behind him. When did this man get so tall? He had a handsome face filled with unswerving determination, broad thick shoulders, bulging biceps, some chest hair between his pecs, and abdominal muscles with beads of sweat, looking so sexy, along with his thick pub!c hair.

Lyle liked strong, sexy men who exude male hormones. After sleeping with so many men, Lyle still preferred men from the Wolf Clan. They were exceedingly powerful as they pounded his honey hole with speed so intense that could drive him crazy. When they ejacvlate, he could last up to half an hour. Only the Wolf Clan could satisfy him.

This little hu$sy on the table squeezed down on his immense manhood with his slit. Francis probably would have pulled it out by now if the werewolves hadn’t been unable to pull it out without coming after penetration.

Francis looked at the incubus on the table and thought about how this little hu$sy also seduced other men in the same way. His anger rose. He folded this little hu$sy’s legs and pressed down ruthlessly, his massive member that was congested and swollen penetrated with a hard, heavy thrust!

In the past, Francis, who had been restrained when doing it for fear that this little hu$sy would not be able to withstand the power of the Wolf Clan, decided not to pity this little hu$sy anymore and used the formidable se*ual ability of the Wolf Clan to hammer him to death and let him climax. Death was what he wanted.

“Ah! Ah, ah, ah!!!… Wu… Ngh… Ah, ah, ah!!!… Ha… Not… Ah, ha—”

Once he came up without giving him any chance to catch his breath, Francis hammered him fiercely and ferociously. His cr**ch tightened, and he concentrated all his strength on shoving his terrifying rod.

The f**ing speed of the Wolf Clan was several times that of the other beastmen. Only afterimages were left as Lyle was pounded. He held the man’s head, who was currently biting his cherries. His mouth was wide open and only able to breathe out, even inhaling was difficult.

His captivating body trembled and spasmed as he was pounded by the new admiral. He was firmly imprisoned between his arms, unable to do anything but be hammered to ascension by him.

“It’s so good… A pleasure I’ve never felt before…”

There was only one thought in the Little Hu$sy’s mind, let the man nail him to death like this. In the pleasure of ascending to the clouds, he would surely be pounded to death.

Little Hu$sy had other men’s come in his honey hole. Francis was so pissed, he had worked for two years in order to qualify to get in since this little hu$sy entered this place without his knowledge. He also didn’t expect to see the promiscuous look of this little hu$sy with other men’s come in his cave as soon as he got in.

The anger caused Francis’ stamina to explode, bursting all the tiger come that the member from Tiger Clan had shot in earlier. Now, Little Hu$sy’s honey hole was full of his obscene sexual fluids, which overflowed with increasing thrusts. Sticky, slippery waves of juice went puchi, puchi, puchi with great fanfare.

Thrusting in Little Hu$sy’s hole containing tiger essence and his own lustful juices made a constant flow of fluids dripped down from his flower hole onto the table, down to the ground.

Little Hu$sy looked like he was made of water. His skin was white, tender, and smooth as if he could squeeze out water. Water also came out as soon as he was penetrated, more sensitive than ordinary people.

Little Hu$sy Lyle couldn’t close his legs as the man nailed him. He craned his neck while threads of saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth, unable to say anything. His absent eyes looked at the ceiling. Francis was too strong and seemed to have changed so much. He never knew Francis was so capable.

He’s been pounded thrice to the peak already, therefore, Francis tied his hardness. It’s now swelling so painfully as he was about to climax, yet the feeling of being unable to reach the peak made him further sensitive. Only his honey hole shrank wildly as he orga$med. Lustful fluids sprayed out from the gaps of the man’s thrusts of his tremendous phallvs.

The two were sweating profusely.