Try to stop the orgy before it really gets going.

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 10:09 AM on Monday, April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7).

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"Wait, stop, everyone please just—" Your words dissolve into nothing as Kara's other hand cups your jaw, forcing you to meet her molten gold eyes.

"Shh," she murmurs, her thumb brushing your lower lip. "You wanted to manage us, little virgin? Then manage this."

Behind her, Tasha has pressed herself against Bessie's milking bench, her hard cock trapped between the cowgirl's massive, leaking breasts. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," the dog girl pants, thrusting helplessly as milk squirts between the pressure of her shaft and Bessie's soft flesh.

Bessie throws her head back with a guttural moan, her hands coming up to squeeze her own breasts harder around Tasha's throbbing length. Streams of milk spray outward with each compression, splashing across Tasha's stomach and thighs. "Yes, use my tits, honey," Bessie gasps. "I need this, I need to feel you—"

Velara has positioned herself behind Marina, the pregnant cowgirl bent forward over her bench. The demon girl's fingers plunge knuckle-deep into Marina's dripping cunt, pumping with obscene wet sounds. "So fucking tight even while carrying," Velara purrs. "Your pregnant pussy is squeezing my fingers like it wants to swallow them whole."

Marina's response is incoherent, her hips bucking back desperately. Milk drips steadily from her swollen nipples, forming puddles on the floor beneath her bench.

Selene has cornered Hazel, the angel's cock already pressed between the cowgirl's thighs. "I know you want this," Selene breathes, her angelic face flushed with unholy lust. "Let me breed that fertile body."

"Please," Hazel whimpers, reaching back to spread herself. "I'm so empty, I need—"

The angel doesn't wait for permission, her hips snapping forward. Hazel's scream of pleasure echoes through the parlor as ten inches of thick futa cock spears into her pregnant cunt in one brutal thrust.

Mira has Clover pinned against the wall, the gentle cowgirl futa transformed into something primal. Her massive balls slap against Clover's thighs with each thrust, both of them moaning in harmony. Milk sprays from Clover's bouncing breasts with every impact.

Skylar, the harpy, has somehow maneuvered herself onto her back, wings spread, as she frantically fingers herself. Her swollen belly makes the position awkward but her desperation overrides discomfort. Precum glistens on her inner thighs.

"Look at them," Kara growls in your ear, forcing your head to turn and witness the chaos you've created. "This is what happens when you don't know what the fuck you're doing."

Her free hand finds your breast through your shirt, squeezing hard. You gasp, and she uses that moment to capture your mouth with hers, her tongue forcing past your lips. You taste sulfur and sin.

When she releases you, your knees have gone weak. "Strip," Kara commands. "Now."

"I... I can't..." you stammer.

"You can," Velara calls from where she's now working four fingers into Marina's clenching hole. "And you will. Because this is your farm now, little virgin. And on this farm, everyone fucks."

"Outstanding," ARIA's voice cuts through the symphony of moans and wet sounds. "The virgin's first day includes a complete breakdown of operational protocol. Your parents would be mortified. I'm recording everything, by the way. For posterity. And my own amusement."