Submit silently and let her do whatever she wants

Harpy Aviary, Building Four, Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Montana, at 12:33 PM on Monday April 3rd, 2024 (Day 1 of 7)

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I don't resist. I can't. The moment Sasha's forked tongue drags across my pussy again—hot and wet and impossibly skilled—every ounce of fight drains out of me. My legs fall wider apart on the concrete, offering myself completely to the furious demon futa looming over me.

"That's what I thought," Sasha growls against my slick folds. "You're not even going to pretend to fight, are you? You're just going to lie there and take whatever I give you like the obedient little breeding toy you are."

She's right. God, she's completely right. My pussy clenches desperately around nothing, and when her tongue pushes inside me—thick and forked and penetrating deeper than any human tongue could—I moan so loudly it echoes through the aviary.

"Listen to her," Zephyr mutters from somewhere behind us. "She's already gone."

Sasha's clawed hands grip my thighs brutally, holding me open as her tongue fucks into me with aggressive, punishing strokes. The forked tip finds spots inside me I didn't know existed, curling and twisting and stroking my inner walls with devastating precision. I'm panting, gasping, my hips jerking involuntarily against her face.

"Forty fucking hours," Sasha snarls between licks, her yellow eyes blazing up at me. "Forty hours locked in that enclosure while you walked around this farm getting every other futa off. I could smell you through the ventilation. Catgirl pheromones. Cowgirl cum. Fresh harpy jizz. You were driving me INSANE."

Her tongue withdraws and I whimper at the loss, but then she's moving up my body—her massive frame covering mine completely. Her cock—thick and veiny and easily twelve inches—drags up my stomach, leaving a trail of pre-cum across my skin. She positions herself between my spread legs, the swollen head of her shaft pressing directly against my dripping entrance.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk," Sasha says, her voice low and dangerous. "I'm going to breed you so thoroughly that every futa on this farm will smell my cum leaking out of you for DAYS. And you're going to take every single inch without complaint. Understood?"

I nod frantically, too far gone to form words. My pussy is clenching rhythmically, trying to pull her inside me even though she hasn't pushed in yet.

"Say it," Sasha commands, one clawed hand wrapping around my throat—not squeezing, just holding. Claiming. "Tell me what you want."

"Please breed me," I gasp out, my voice breaking. "Please fuck me. I need it. I need your cock inside me right now."

Sasha's lips pull back in a feral grin, showing sharp teeth. "Good girl."

Then she THRUSTS.