Liv Demands to be Bred

Liv regained consciousness in a state of burning need. She was way too hot, pulling at her clothes as she flipped over onto her knees and looked around her in a pink-hued haze. Her friends were still surrounded by Gnolls. They were being absolutely ravaged by the beastmen. The sniper was too hot to think clearly. She needed to get out of her clothes..

Her top came off easily, but the bottoms were absolutely stuck to her leaking core. Liv fell onto her back, rolling in the dirt as she pulled desperately at her pants. When her dripping cunt was finally exposed to the air, she let out a long moan, shuddering as her sensitive flesh was caressed by the light breeze.

Liv slowly stood on unsteady legs, taking in the state of her friends. Emmaline was taking all three of the elites all by herself, Becky was laying on her back, obediently using her body however the Gnolls liked her too, and Fuu was being pile-driven into the earth by the Chieftain’s massive cock. It was absolutely pathetic. They weren’t being bred properly at all!

Liv, always wanting to prove her own competency, approached the rest of her team. The Shaman and his magics were gone from her mind. Her precious rifle lay forgotten on the ground beside the tree she had once been perched in. She didn’t even notice the rune glowing over her womb. All she knew was that she was empty.

Liv, who had never wanted children, imagined herself laying on furs, belly swelled to bursting with Gnoll pups as her last litter lay beside her to suckle on her engorged breasts. Her womb was throbbing, the magic of her new marking warping her mind to fit its own purpose. To breed.

Liv stumbled forward, looking between her friends. The whores had stolen all the virile meat, but she did spot some leftovers. Three Gnolls, the runts that had been thrown away from the pile surrounding Becky the Cumrag, were huddled in a close group. They alternated between trying to get at a Bravo, being thrown or intimidated away by their current partners, and then trying for a different Bravo. It was as if they hadn’t noticed Liv yet. With the magic messing with their own minds, that was likely the case, but Liv saw it a different way.

These runts, only the size of a typical human man, did not see themselves worthy of breeding with Liv. She wholeheartedly agreed, but her womb demanded seed. She needed to be bred and she would settle for the dregs of the tribe if she must.

Liv moved in quickly, shoving one of the beastmen to the floor and mounting him. “Stop whining and breed me, you fucking ruuuunn~” Liv’s usual biting words were cut off by the whorish moan she gave when there was finally a cock in her cunt. The runts didn’t need any more convincing and proceeded to clamber over Liv to find a hole to plug, Liv’s biting encouragement leading them on.