Well Jaasi's moral alignment is clearly Chaotic/Horny.

All magical mischief and antics aside, your head swims in a swirling vortex of steamy lust, exotic pleasure and erotic sounds as you ram (no pun intended) yourself up into tight wetness of your little lamb lover. A lamb no longer, this lithe gimmer straddling your lap is filling herself with your mighty ramhood and groaning with unrestrained pleasure as she rolls her slender, curving hips and bouncing her pert, teen queen ass in shallow, rocking movements. By spring lambing in a few months she would be a proud ewe mother with lambs of her own.

...and you fully intend to give her triplets!

She movements are quick and small as the friction between the two of you is still ****, as Amie tosses her long chestnut tresses back and lets out a throaty groan before looking down at where the two of you are now joined. Her smooth lower abdomen visibly swells where your turgid cock parts her folds and over-stuffs her insides. Her firm tummy and core muscles twitch and spasm in happy paroxysm from taking the entirety of you all the way, deep into her aching virgin twat. She is beyond tight and is clearly taking a moment to get used to your immense size...

"Ha-ha! I can see it..." Her breaths come fast and choppy as she presses a hand to her belly and you can feel the applied pressure on your pulsing flesh inside her, "It's making space for the precious lamb to grow inside of me... oh gods but your babies will be big and strong to fill me up as much as this big ram, daddy dick!"

The swooning, robed menfolk of the village of Woolcuck let out the groaning reprise that seems to follow any cry of pleasure from their little girls, almost like a ritual - funny that. The sight of your towering, powerful, horned and woolly frame kneeling center stage in the lamp lit barn with this gorgeous, naked, porcelain skinned daughter of the pastures sitting hilt deep on your lap with her long dancers legs wrapped tightly around your hips bring them all such sweet despair and gratifying release.

Surely the other two buxom, athletic young beauties currently plastering their sex-slick bodies to your side can't be hurting matters either. Not for you at least or for Jaasi for that matter.

Looking over the shuddering autumn haired crown of the writhing, stunning creature atop your rigid flesh, you lock eyes with your incorrigible genie companion. Really you have **** to lock eyes because it's really all that is left of her to see at this point. Her shining amethyst orbs glitter in the inch or so gap between the cocked brim of her spotless white tri-corn hat and the sea of snowy wool clippings she is otherwise submerged in. The good news is that she appears to have stopped sinking, whether or not she is still doing what-ever she was doing that caused her to sink in the first place remains a mystery.

She's probably still doing it, she is Jaasi after all.

Her stare is burning with desire, her crystalline gaze bright with lust and yearning. She is seriously eye-fucking you as you fuck three young, sexy, innocent lambs right into motherhood and shuddering with her own pleasures while doing so. Your sweet and wonderful and magical Jaasi is begging you with her hot, glistening glare to hurry up and fuck the daughters of these treacherous villagers so fat with your cum that they waddle for a week.... Maybe... Probably...?

Again, this is Jaasi you are talking about.

"Please my Lord, fill her then fill me... stretch me and ruin me until no other man but you can ever satisfy me again!" Breaths Betsy hotly into your twitching, furry ear as she slides her sweat-slick body against the side of your chiseled torso. Her gushing pussy leaving a long wet kiss against your burning skin as she nuzzles her exquisite, blushing face against the ridges of your heavy, curling horns.

THRROOOB!!

Amie's emerald eyes widen and roll a little as your impaling cock thrums with hot need within her teensy tiny, tight, little lamb pussy a low guttural noise dragged from deep inside and escaping her moist parted lips along with creeping a line of drool.

"...more my Prince, I need more of your hot, potent seed. Bath me inside and out in your sweet, baby-making cum! I want to be dripping with it, leaking it... I want my little belly swollen with it..." Edith coos on your other side, her soft pink skin shining wetly with your smeared juices, her caramel hair matted with them as she presses herself hard against you, to nibble at your ear as her delicate hands roam over your woolly chest and back delighting in the feel of heaving, stacked muscles under her fingertips.

TWIIIITCHHH!!

Amie squeals as her lissome little body is jerked forward in your lap, up against your chest by the sheer **** of your rampant ram rod jerking unexpectedly inside her. Her hands splay across your muscle corded pecks for support and her head droops as her whole body is racked with shudders, her straining pussy convulses and a hot splash of her liquid honey coats your aching jewels and flexing thighs. Burying a ecstatic scream of climax into your broad shoulder, Amie's curving hips jitter and quake atop your engorged balls momentarily before she regains some control and begins to move again. More firmly now, with more confidence and with an added, eager hunger.

"Another, yes more, give me another- give me another glorious cum you magnificent stud!" Amie cries turning her head to rest her sweaty cheek on your rocky shoulder as she wholly focuses on making her tight, little ass bounce and rock furiously on your pounding ramhood as she uses her thigh lock around your waist to draw your massive thickness as deep into her ready, willing womb as she can.

"Give me- Give me- Give me- Yeeeeeeeeesss!"

Amie's cunt clamps down tight on your cock growing hotter, wetter, making you chuff in **** delight as your balls rumble and pulse on the verge of exploding. This dirty little lamb whore wanted it and by god you were going to give it to her! You are the Prince of Pastures after-all, handsome, charming, dashing and hung... and fertile!

"Gonna fill you up, gonna fill up," You grunt, your vocabulary truncated by a ****, burning need to give this little lamb all she wants and much, much more. "Gonna plow you so full, you're gonna birth whole flocks of baby lambs!"

"Yes our Prince, our Lord, our Ram... yes!" Betsy and Edith hiss in tones of pure, molten passion, urging you on with heated, agonizing hunger for you, for your noble seed.

Leaning forward, you grip the gasping, moaning maiden in your massive hands, your thick fingers encircling her small, waspish waist and taking control of the carnal rhythm. She is a featherweight in your powerful hold as you lean over her on your knees, pushing her back and down until her sweet, diminutive head and slender shoulders are resting on the hard-packed floor as you squat over her drilling her hard.

Besty and Edith move with you as though in a perfectly choreographed lock-step, keeping their hot, shining bodies pressed firmly against your own, feverishly caressing you, wetly grinding on you, smearing you with love juices and cooing filthy encouragement into your tingling furry ears.

Amie's pretty head bounces like a bobble against the floor as you **** her up and down the monstrous length of your tumescent ram-flesh like a living sex toy, squat-thrusting down into her heavenly, silken pussy like some industrial pneumatic piston. Her tongue lolls from between her dribbling lips, her eyes rolling back into her skull and a gurgling, hiccuping sound of euphoric bliss bubbles up from her very core as you pile-drive her onto your prodigious pole with merciless, endless strength.

"Gonna fill you up, going to fill that baby belly of yours so full that your cute little navel will go from being an innie to an outie. I'm gonna stretch your belly so full of my hot cum, you'll be fucking ready to pop! I'm going to fill you with a river of my baby-batter- no a fucking ocean of it. I'll drown you in my babies; twins... triplets... quadruplets..."

Amie's hitching cry of soul-rending orgasmic climax drowns out your mad, nasty diatribe for a moment before her eyes come back into half-focus, grinning wildly and nodding eagerly at you, spurring you on as you ravage her harder, pound her harder.

"I'm going to fucking inflate you with so much of my big, daddy, ram seed you'll be my hot, young, fucking cum-balloon. A cute little cum-ball leaking my juices from your tight teen twat after it's been fully reshaped by my monster cock..."

"Yes, yes-yes, yesYesYESSS~!!!" The cum-hungry lambslut cries put, spittle flying from her moist, parted lips. Her cunt a blazing, clenching, soaking furnace as her climaxes begin running together bathing your crotch and thighs in more of her sweet, abundant girl-cum. At your sides Edith and Betsy grip you hard as they reach their own peaks of hot, little lamb passion.

"Do it Ram Lord, oh gods! Please do it..."

"Make her yours Master- nnmmphh! Oh Master..."

"Fill me, my Ram Prince! Fill meeeee~!!"

With a final rafter shaking bleat you finally release. Hilting yourself into her up to your thrumming balls, burying yourself so deep your cock-head must be pressing into her young uterus and blasting a mighty torrent of hot, boiling jizz straight into her deepest, most virginal recesses.

It's like an almighty tidal wave of realized desire is crashing through your entire body, wracking every cell and tearing at your very spirit before exploding from your erupting meaty member into the wailing, writhing vixen beneath you. There's so much of it, it's unnatural- no, it's supernatural! You can sense it, you can smell it; so thick, smoking hot, powerfully potent and seemingly endless...

Amie's long chestnut hair is a messy halo around her head, her perky little breasts heaving as she fights for breath, her tight little tummy actually pooching before your eyes as you pour your voluminous, liquid man-love into her sweet, maiden womb. She is ragdolled on the hay strewn floor below you, splayed bonelessly before you as her long, silky legs slip loosely off your shuddering hips with a blissful smile stretching across her flushed, pretty face while her fluffy, white lamb ears twitch erraticly.

Finally pulling out you shoot a final few ropes of your abundant, white seed to splash across her bulging belly, flushed, jiggling chest and puffy little pink nipples. Chuffing and panting you look down at the other two maidens clinging and moaning into your muscular torso as they ride out the ends of their mutual climaxes, the pretty diamond haired Betsy with her young athletic body and sweet bow of a mouth, then over at the buxom, bouncy Edith with her long curling caramel hair and creamy, pale perfect skin. Your golden slotted eyes narrow as your slick, dribbling cock remains iron stiff, ever eager and at attention...

"Gonna fill you up..."

You're not sure of the exact moment you had come back to yourself but one minute you were drowning in a fiery heat haze of raging sexual frenzy - half mortal man and half horny monster - the next you are wrestling a giant goddamn rams skull off your head after the heavy piece of bone bounced so hard against the back of your noggin it almost brained you.

This is probably because it is considered inadvisable to engage in vigorous sexual activity with a loose-fitting, twenty five pound, horned animal skull covering your face and head and further-more; obscuring your field of vision.

...aaand~ that vision is of the big, luscious, rippling rear end of Sister Lynn aka Lynn the Ale Wife thrusting back at you as you in turn thrust forward into her abundant, bouncing flesh. You resume your grip; one hand on a creamy over-ripe hip, the other clutching a thick wobbling thigh as you have her bent over a hay bale with her robe pushed up over her waist, burying yourself repeatedly into her wonderfully yielding, warm, wet softness.

There's a weird dusty, earthy taste in your mouth and you eye a chewed up corner of the hay bale suspiciously, you didn't... did you?

God but she feels good and so fucking soft! Is there nothing about this mature, fine wine of a woman that isn't so damn welcomingly soft? Reaching under her bucking torso into the torn neckline of her white robes you grip a huge, pendulous, swaying breast and sigh in contentment as you confirm that there isn't.

"Oh lawks, yes mi-lord! Squeeze my fat titty - gods but you fuck my matron pussy so good! Mmmmmnph- yes! Oh my Prince!"

This is nice.

While racy, haughty young virgins are fun and all - sometimes a guy just wants to settle back with a curvy, cuddly MILF after a hard night of fucking sheep...

Wait, WHAT!?

You lash your head about wildly looking for answers to unasked questions that are fast bubbling up in your addled mind - you don't stop plowing Lynn though, you are a well-mannered Prince after-all; charming, dashing etc etc - and take in a scene of complete and total devastation. The big open barn reeks overpoweringly of raw fucking sex and is littered with the bodies of white robed goat-herds and shepherds - only passed out thankfully as you watch the men's chests gently rising then deflating.

What really grabs your attention - more so than that way Lynn can make one full ass cheek bounce and then the other in sweet syncopatic rhythm around your full, thrusting turgid length - is the three beautiful, despoiled maidens laying naked in a heap on the floor in the center of the room. Memories came flooding back to you if a bit blurry as though from a fever dream.

Memories of you growing fur- no... wool and having horns. Flashing images of you dominating the men in the room and fucking their daughters right in front of them. Sensory memories of the smell of their clean skin and flowery hair, touching firm young flesh, the feel of hot mouths and tight virginal pussies around your massive ram cock and... soft fluffy ears and loud, noisy bleating?

"Oh my stars, please mi-lord. just like that, just like that! Do you like my juicy, plump pussy around your noble cock? Urngh!!"

You do like Lynn's plump, soft pussy, you really do but right now you feel like you have tunnel vision as you stare in horror at the three naked nubile nymphets laid out haphazardly in a large, reeking, dirty white puddle of what could only be cum... your cum? You fingers dig into Lynn's soft flesh as you anxiously maul her tits like twin stress-balls making her groan and her warm, silky flesh tighten around your cock.

Oh shit but you are about ready to cum and the sight of three gorgeous young shepherdesses, covered in your manly spend with swollen rounding teen bellies and hay sticking to their cum-slick skin isn't - in some dark manner - helping you hold back. Did you really spend the night fucking these three, national beauty pageant level hot, barely legal angels into massively pregnant insensibility? Oh fuck, yep you are cumming again...

With a grunt from you and a pleased squeal from Lynn you flood her soft, MILF belly with a prodigious load of hot, princely semen. Not even the first load as you stare down at the mess dripping from between her full thighs to puddle on the floor along with previous juices on the dirt floor. That seems like a miracle by itself given the night you just had, in any other reality your penis would have been coughing up powdered milk then crumbling into pulverized dust... ah well, you'll take the win anyway.

"So it's over then? Cripes but that'll be one for the books to be sure and then some!"

The rough voice from behind you makes you jump and trying to cover yourself with your hands - no mean feat even if you have returned back to a respectable eleven or twelve inches of sex soaked human cock - you spin to face the speaker.

It's none other than the esteemed Brother Bolas, sitting relaxed on an overturned wooden crate with his back leaning against a timber support pillar. He seems bemused with that familiar cheeky grin on his wiry face and in his hands is a small knife and a block of wood... he's been whittling?

"H-Have you been there all night?" You manage to stammer out watching as the rangy old shepherd brushes curls and wood shavings off of the lap of his pristine white robes with the back of a gnarled, weathered hand.

"Where else would I be mi-lord?" He questions with a genuine look of puzzlement creasing his sun-beaten brow before beaming proudly, "My but our Betsy did well, didn't she? Sure to be with baby come spring or I'm a billy-goat's nanny."

How did this good natured simpleton escape Jaasi's curse? No-one else had, present company included! Was he simply too stone headed and belligerent to be effected? Was that even a thing? Well, he didn't seem particularly upset by how things turned out...

Oh shit... Jaasi!

Marching over to the large, split wool bale, heedless of your nakedness, you plunge your arm elbow deep into the mess of cuttings and fish her out by the collar of her fancy long coat. She weighs nothing as you hold her aloft with one hand inspecting her and making sure she is unharmed.

She's asleep.

Asleep and covered from temple to toes in sticky wool clippings giving you some more impromptu memory flashes from last night. She looks like the worlds largest, whitest stick of candy floss... wearing a silly hat.

You shake off the vague, horny memories triggered by her woolly appearance then give her a gentle shake in turn to wake her up which she does with an exaggerated yawn and attempting to stretch her arms before blinking and looking down to see they are bound at the wrists in front for her. Dismissing that fact she looks back up at you she gives you a happy, sleepy smile.

"Good morning Handsome, why are you naked? Not that I'm complaining or anything."

"Jaasi did bad." You tell her with a mock scowl, she looks so darn adorable it is impossible to stay angry with this gorgeous, irrepressible genie when she turns those big, sleepy, innocent amethyst eyes onto you.

"Jaasi did bad?" She echoes then looking around the barn her eyes widen and her jaw slackens. "Oh."

"Yeah, 'Oh' is right. We are leaving." You tell her, tossing her slender, sticky and fluffy form over your broad shoulder as she begins to giggle with unsuppressed girlish mischief.

"Your gear is on the barrel by the door and the kings estate is upcountry on the road 'eaded north-east, you can't miss it!" Calls out Brother Bolas as you march away from the ridiculously lewd scene, "'appy travels mi-lord Dandybuff of Poundtown!"

You pause mid-stride, drooping a little before letting out a resigned sigh and heading out the door.

"Byyyyeee~ It was nice meeting all of you!" Jaasi calls out in a bright farewell.

Looking down at the wood carving in his hands Brother Bolas felt pretty good about it, it was a nice likeness if he did say so himself. Last night had surely been strange, the Brotherhoods Lady of Lambs ceremony had never gone quite like that before but wasn't that the point? Well it hardly mattered...

Small isolated farming villages needed new breeding stock where-ever they could find it and not just for the animals. Too many kissing cousins led to the little ones not being quite right at birth so the secret brotherhood had been formed. Well... not really a secret but just a bit of fun, nether-the-less few travellers ever complained - most came back for a second visit!

...but a horned Prince?! That was a new one.

Looking down at the wood carved figure in his hands he shaved off a minute wood curl around its prominent horns. It was of a cavorting Satyr with a rather large appendage jutting from between it's hairy legs. He smiled softy down at it and murmured...

"Pan's Blessing and the blessing of our Lady of Lambs on you Prince Dandybuff. Safe travels for you in the days ahead."