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Chapter 2 by Sex-Shooter Sex-Shooter

Wake up...

Tula 'Vafum, Sangheli Arbiter

An elite warrior of the Sangheli Futas woke up in her Spartan style quarters. 8ft tall, buff and busty, powerful muscles made for rigorous combat/fucking, holding up bouncy tits probably G cups with how huge they were, dark nipples pierced, and and ass that couldn't possibly fit in armor with how wide it was. Not that it mattered. The armor her class of warrior wore could barely be classified as such, not that she needed it. Her cock and balls stood out the most, two feet in length and 8 inches thick, an absolute monster that should've rendered her a mere breeding stud rather than an Arbiter. Below were heavy balls bigger than her hands.

One could imagine what such a thing does to any impaled by that thick slab of absolute battle meat. What it has done. How many bastard children were sired thanks to it.

With her allotted one hour of sleep used up, it was time for her to...

What was next?

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