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A short, white furred lioness pushed her hand against the butcher shop's door. Her black curls were wet, swept backwards, and pinned near the nape of her neck. Her green gaze drifts towards the left where a table sat, the light from the hanging chandelier catching the scar of the lioness, which travelled from her jaw to her chin. A soft sigh escapes her throat, as her wet boots carried her form towards the table, her right hand lifting upward to grasp at the bow, then the quiver, placing both upon the table's surface.

Her gloved hands drifted towards the hem of her shirt, grasping the wet fabric there, and lifting it upwards. Closing her eyes briefly, the lioness's arms lift upwards, her breasts bouncing lightly. Tossing the shirt upon the table, her right, knee-high leather boots placed their soles against the table's edge, her form leaning forward. Her hands grasp the wet laces, as her fingers pull them upwards. The lioness's right hand grasps the right, then left boot, dropping them upon the floor. Her toes wiggle idly, as her right hand grasps the elbow length glove of her left hand, pulling it lightly with a few tugging motions. Flicking the soaked glove to land upon the table, Ellis's left hand grasps the matching glove of her right hand. After tugging upon it, she flicks the glove to land upon the table.

After a few minutes, a knock comes upon the, and the lioness's form rises. Her hands press their palms against her breasts, "Who is it?" A deep, gruff voice answers, "We're here to see Brynn. We've come on behest of Eden, Council member of the--" the door to the butcher shop opens, and Brynn's curved lips curl into a wide smile, "Hollow, yeah. You must be my men." A large bull stood in front of the door, his hand holding a small umbrella above his head. His muscled form lay bare, except for the small bow-tie around his neck. Brynn's right hand placed its palm against the doorframe, her eyes drifting downwards, lingering upon the bull's hanging sack and cock. Brynn's throat releases a soft sound, as her tongue drew itself along her lower, then upper lip, her gaze drifting upwards, "Oh yeah, just come on inside."

Brynn's form takes a step back, as her gaze drifts towards the small fence between the room, the gate pushed open with her right hand. The bull steps into the room, as the other men behind him attempted to glance over his form, their hands holding small umbrellas above them. Brynn's form steps backward, into the open area of the room. Hanging meat, crates, and ice filled bins decorated the edges of the room, a bloodied butcher's knife and a cutting board laying upon the wooden countertop. Brynn's gaze drifts towards the other men, watching a zebra, a jaguar, a wolf, a portly boar, and a strange half-human figure enter the shop. They fold their soaked umbrellas and settle them against the table's edge.

The zebra shakes himself, his bow-tie shaking idly, as his throat releases a whinny, "Sure is cold out there." The jaguar's hands drift upwards, pinching his bow-tie between his fingers and adjusting it. The wolf idly pants, as his gaze lingers upon Brynn's breasts. Brynn's gaze lingers upon them, before her right hand lifts upwards, curling its finger inward, her eyebrows lifting upwards, once, "Now boys, how about you form a nice circle so I can see you all." The men nod in turn, and answer, "Yes Brynn." Brynn's hands placed themselves upon the floor, as her gaze drifts towards the men, "Would one of you go upstairs and grab a cushion for me? Thanks." The wolf nods rapidly and pushes the gate inward, his feet carrying him to the right and up the stairs.

The other men form a circle about Brynn, as the wolf's feet carry his form down the stairs, his tapered cock bouncing idly. His hands grasped two, blue covered pillows, holding them tightly against his chest. His foot nudged the gate open, as his hands placed the pillows near Brynn's form. Brynn's hand grasped one of them, her knees lifting and settling themselves upon it, "You're such a dear. Now, let's see.." Brynn's gaze drifts between the male's cocks, the wolf stepping to complete the circle. Brynn's right hand lifts upward, her palm collecting the zebra's sack and drawing her pointer finger along its underside, "These are heavy.."

Brynn's gaze drifts towards the jaguar's cock, her left hand drawing its pointer finger upon the left, then right of the barbed head, before her left hand curls its fingers about its base, offering a light squeeze. The jaguar closes his eyes, releasing a quiet purr. Brynn's gaze drifts towards the bull, as her eyebrows lift upwards, and her nose presses itself against the hanging sack. Her throat releases a stuttered breath, as her gaze drifts upward, the bull's cock slowly lifting upwards over her, "Ohhh yes.." Brynn's nose drifts from the bull's sack, as her right hand presses its pointer finger's fingertip against the half-human's partially scaled cock, her pointer finger wetting itself as it slipped partially within the half-human's cockhead, "A half dragon, too? What luck.."

Brynn's left hand moves to draw its fingers about the boar's curled cock, as it spiraled upwards to draw itself against her palm, her curved lips curling into a soft smile, "So many choices.." Her gaze drifts towards the bouncing, pre-coated tapered cock of the wolf, her lips drifting towards it to press themselves against its base. A soft kiss was placed there, before Brynn's face drew back. Her gaze drifted upwards, at the panting wolf, her lips curling into a wide smile, "Alright boys, someone has to get me out of my pants.." Brynn's hands pressed themselves against the other bed cushion, drawing it to lay in front of her. Her rump idly shakes, to and fro, before the zebra's hands placed themselves upon Brynn's rump. Brynn's gaze drifts over her shoulder, and before the zebra's hands grasped the hem of the soaked pants, "Use your teeth, big boy."

The zebra's gaze drifts towards the hem of the black trousers, before his mouth opens and his teeth bite lightly into the cloth there. His nose flared softly, releasing a soft breath upon Brynn's lower back. His flared cock curved upwards from his kneeling form. Brynn's gaze drifts towards the half-human, her head lifting upwards slightly, "You, stand in front. I want you all ready whenever.." The half human switches places with the bull, his partially scaled and heavy cock curving upwards into the air. The engorged sack of the half-human sways upwards and back, as Brynn's right hand grasped the partially scaled cock, drawing itself downward and up idly, "I always wanted a dragon..guess this will have to do." Her left hand curls its fingers underneath the bull's sack, her palm idly drawing itself along the sack's bottom. The others grasped at their cocks, drawing their hands upon them in an idle fashion, the boar rubbing itself upon its sheath.

The zebra's teeth pulled upon Brynn's pants, her tail curling upward, as the fabric was pulled to rest beneath her waist. His nose flared open, as his long snout touches against Brynn's wet sex, warmth and wetness placing itself there. His teeth moved to bite the furthest edge of the cloth, his ears drifting upwards and drawing their rounded tips against Brynn's rump. His teeth draw the wet fabric to settle against the cushion and Brynn's knees, his nose touching the cushion's fabric.

Brynn's right hand squeezed the half-human's cock about its base, before drawing it slowly upward. Her face leans forward, as her nose presses itself against the partially scaled tip, inhaling softly. Pre sticks to her nose, before she withdraws, and her right hand pulls forward, drawing the half-human towards her. Her hands press their palms into the half-human's rump, her fingers spreading outwards. Brynn's eyes follow the idle bounce of the half-human's cock, before her mouth opens and places itself upon the partially scaled head. Her lips press tightly there, as her tongue draws itself along the underside of the half-human's cockhead. Brynn's throat released a sound as her eyes close, her lips pulling lightly upon the half-human's cockhead.

The half human's eyes close, as Brynn's throat releases a soft sound, her hands pulling the half-human's form a step forward, his cock pushing into Brynn's mouth, then throat. Brynn's face draws itself backwards, her nose releasing a soft breath against the wettened cock, before her mouth slides its lips forward, over the scales of the half-human's cock. The wolf idly draws its hand along his tapered cock, before his form sinks to its knees, as the zebra stands upward. The wolf's form lays upon its back, as his hands push against the floor, his head placing itself between Brynn's legs. The wolf's gaze drifts upwards, lingering upon Brynn's sex, his long, floppy tongue escaping his snout to draw itself along her sex's outer lips. Brynn's right hand drifts towards the half-human's cock, grasping it, and pulling upon it, as her lips releasing a soft popping sound. Saliva and pre falls upon the floor, as Brynn's rough, feline tongue draws itself along the side of the scaled-cock's side.

Her gaze drifts towards her rump, before her hips push downward, her sex parting about the wolf's snout. The wolf's hands lifted upwards, placing themselves upon Brynn's hips, his nose releasing a heated breath upon Brynn's clit. His long, floppy tongue pushes between his lips, drawing itself along Brynn's inner sex. Brynn's lips curl into a smile, as her gaze drifts towards the boar, her rump wiggling to and fro, her sex moving in a small circle about the wolf's snout, "Mm, yes..you're up. Come and get me." The boar's nose releases a breath, as his feet step around the wolf's form, his hands grasping Brynn's rump. His heavy sack swings forward, colliding into Brynn's rump, as his curled cock spirals against Brynn's tailhole. Her tail curls upward, as his right hand grasps its middle, his left hand placing its thumb upon Brynn's tailhole, drawing it open. His curled cock spirals outward and into Brynn's tailhole.

Brynn's nose releases a soft breath against the half-human's cock, her right hand drawing itself to rub its palm against the underside of the half-human's engorged sack. Brynn's left hand placed itself upon the man's hip, as her gaze drifts upward. Her mouth draws itself backwards, as pre escapes upon her tongue's tip. Brynn's curved lips curl into a smile, as her throat releases a soft cry, her hips pushing downward, before drawing themselves upward. Brynn's sex parted around the wolf's snout, his dark fur matted down, and his eyes closed. The boar's hips collided into Brynn's rump, his heavy sack swinging into her rump's cheeks. His cock spiraled forward, before it retracted, to spiral forward again within Brynn's rump, pre escaping its tip. The boar's lower jaw pushed upward, as his grunts were muffled by the wet, slapping sounds.

Brynn's gaze drifts upward, as her rough, feline tongue draws itself against the half-human's cockhole, the man shivering lightly. The man's gaze drifts towards Brynn, "I'm close, Lady Brynn." Brynn's curved lips curl into a smile, as her hips push downward, her form rocking forward subtly, "So am I. Let me taste all of you.." Brynn's hands placed themselves upon the half-human's hips, as his hands grasped Brynn's locks, his hips pushing slowly forward. Brynn's lips part about the partially scaled cockhead, then downward, her hips lifting upwards partially. The wolf's wet, floppy tongue flicks itself against the underside of Brynn's clit, before her hips descend, her sex parting over the wolf's snout. Brynn's form rocks forward, subtly, as the boar's heavy sack collides into Brynn's rump, his hips thrusting in a jerking motion. His cock spirals into Brynn's rump, deeply.

The half-human's form leans forward, as Brynn's mouth slowly descends the half-human's cock, her rough, feline tongue drawing itself along the bottom of the engorged sack. Her throat bulged outward, releasing soft sputtering sounds. Brynn's gaze drifts upwards, before closing, as the half-human's form shakes subtly, his engorged sack lifting upwards. Steaming cum lifts upward, before escaping the partially scaled cock's cockhead, mixing itself within Brynn's stomach. Brynn's sex closes about the wolf's snout, her sex's fluids splattering about his fur. The wolf's eyes close, before his long, floppy tongue drives itself into Brynn's sex, curling upwards to carry the fluids to his snout. Brynn's stomach slowly rounds, before her left hand slaps the male's rump, his hands releasing her locks. His form staggers backward, as cum escapes his cock within her throat, then her mouth, then upon her facial features. Cum splatters itself against her right cheek, forehead, locks, and over her closed eye.

Brynn's left eye opens, as her nose pushes itself into the half-human's sack, as his cock becomes partially limp, laying itself upon Brynn's forehead. Cum slowly escapes its cockhole, dripping upon Brynn's locks, as her rough, feline tongue draws itself in a circle upon the engorged sack, her lips pushing to kiss it, before a soft suction pulls against it. A soft sound escapes Brynn's throat, as the boar's belly leans over Brynn's back, his hands grasping her hips. The wolf's form slides upon the floor, his snout brushing its lips against Brynn's right breast. Brynn's head lifts upward, as the half-human's rump settles against the floor, his partially-scaled cockhead slowly drawing itself against Brynn's cheek and chin, cum escaping against the fur there. The wolf's lips purse about the idly swinging breast's nipple, his snout pulling backwards, before releasing with a soft popping sound.

The half-human's chest lifted and fell heavily, as cum slowly forms a puddle upon the floor. Brynn's form slides forward, as the boar's heavy sack collides into her rump and thighs, his snout releasing a series of snuffles against Brynn's upper back. His curled cock spirals within Brynn's rump, releasing pre within her. The wolf's form slides slowly upwards, as his long, floppy tongue flicks against Brynn's nipples, his tongue drawing itself against the underside of her breasts. Brynn's form slowly shifts forward, as her gaze closes, her hands curl their fingers against the floor. Her throat releases a soft cry, as her gaze closes tightly. The boar's hips begin to slow, as his snout releases a deep chortle, as his hips press themselves against Brynn's rump. His curled cock spirals into Brynn's rump, before it thickens. Thin, clear cum spills into Brynn's rump, as her throat releases a stuttering purr.

Brynn's ears laid themselves flatly against her sticky locks, as her form shakes subtly. The wolf's nose presses itself against the underside of Brynn's breasts, sniffing loudly. The boar's form laid still, as the clear cum continued to spill within Brynn's rump. Brynn's gaze opens, as her right hand drifts outward, drawing its palm against the small pool of cum underneath the half-human's drooping cock. Her right hand drifts towards her lips, her feline tongue scraping against her palm and retreating into her mouth. Her gaze drifts towards the boar's form, as her form shudders lightly, his curled cock spirals backwards, its tip releasing thick, heated cum against the clear cum.

Brynn's right hand moves to place itself upon the wolf's head, her sticky fingers grasping the fur there, as her sex pushes itself against the wolf's tapered cock, pinning it against his form, "Its your turn The wolf's lips pull back into a snarl against Brynn's breasts, his hands placing themselves upon Brynn's sides. His pushes upwards, as his tapered cock curves upwards, his form sliding downward. The boar snorts, as his hands squeeze Brynn's rump, before they drift towards the sides of Brynn's rump's cheeks, pressing his palm against them, pushing them inward. The wolf's tapered tip spreads Brynn's sex, as hips thrust upward, his hands tightening upon Brynn's throat releases a loud sound, before her stuttering purr escapes her throat, as the wolf's sheath smacks itself repeatedly into her sex's outer lips, the tapered tip pounding itself within Brynn's sex.

Brynn's hands and arms slide outward, as her back curves inward, the wolf's snout placing itself between Brynn's right shoulder and her neck, his tongue drawing itself along the fur and flesh there. The boar's throat released a grunt, as his cock spirals backwards, thick, gooey cum spreading itself within Brynn's rump. The wolf's rump bounces off of the floor, rapidly, his hands tightening themselves around Brynn's sides, his toes curling inward. Brynn's throat released a short cry, as the wolf's cock became thicker near the base, his knot forming. Brynn's sex squeezes the tapered cock, her cum splattering against the floor and the wolf's hips, before the knot slowly pushes itself into Brynn's sex.

Brynn's eyes close tightly, her mouth turning to the side to bite into the wolf's snout, her sex's lips closing about the wolf's knot, as his hips moved in short, strong bursts. His tapered tip releasing its cum against Brynn's womb again, and again. The wolf's lips pulled back in an idle snarl, as Brynn's gaze opens partially, then closes again, her throat releasing a soft sound. Her form collapses upon the wolf's, as the boar settles upon his knees. A half an hour passes, and the boar's cock spirals outside of Brynn's rump, thick cum leaking out of her tailhole. The wolf's knot becomes slimmer, before his hips pull slowly downward, the knot and his tapered cock falling out of Brynn's sex. The boar settles upon his rump, as his curled cock spirals back within his sheath.

Brynn's cheek rested itself against the wolf's snout, as her throat and form idly shuddered, a stuttering purr escaping between her lips, "Now for the last two.." The bull's large frame moves to stand between the slowly sliding boar and Brynn's legs, his hooves settling upon either side of Brynn's feet. The zebra's gaze drifts towards the half-human, then towards Brynn. The bull's form leans downward, his large hands grasping Brynn's waist, slowly lifting her upward. Brynn's hand idly draws its fingers along the inside of her sex, cum slowly escaping it.

The bull's short, but thick cock draws itself in between Brynn's sticky rump, his hands lifting her upwards, before his tip pushes against the Brynn's rump. The zebra walks over the wolf's panting form, as his flared tip brushes against Brynn's stomach and chest. The bull's lips press themselves against Brynn's shoulder, as her left hand drifts upward to place its palm against his chin. The zebra's right hand grasped Brynn's waist, while his left grasped his flared cock. His hips push slowly forward, as his left hand draws the flared tip up, then down Brynn's sex's lips. Brynn's throat releases a sharp sound, her gaze closing, as the zebra's flared tip pushes into her sex.

The bull's hips push upwards, his hands tightening upon Brynn's waist. His heavy-set balls smack into Brynn's sticky rump, her tailhole stretching outwards as his cock bursts through the cum seal within. The zebra's hands settle upon Brynn's shoulders, as the bull's head lifts upwards, his nostrils flaring outwards. The zebra's hips push upwards, as the cum escapes Bynn's sex, drawing itself along the lower curve of the zebra's cock, before dripping off of his large balls. A small puddle forms between his feet, as thick cum collects upon the bull's cock as he draws his cock outward. The thick cum forms small ring around Brynn's tailhole as his heavy-set balls collide into Brynn's rump's cheeks.

Brynn's teeth bite into her lower lip, her hands drifting towards the zebra's shoulders, "I want-ah! I want to taste you!" Her not-sticky eye opens and her lips part, as her breasts idly bounce upon her form. The zebra's median ring nears Brynn's sex, as his staggered thrusts meet Brynn's form, cum idly escaping Brynn's sex. His nostrils release a snort, as his throat releases a quiet whinny. His left hand grasps his flared cock, as his hooves take a step back, his flared tip and wetted cock leaving Brynn's sex. His gaze drifts towards Brynn, as the bull's hips slow to a steady smacking of Brynn's rump. Brynn's throat releases a steady purr, that becomes louder only upon the bull's movements, "Let me..let me face him.." Her head tilts backward, and the zebra nods, twice.

The bull's heavy-set balls settle upon Brynn's rump, as his hands grasp Brynn's thighs. His hands rotate Brynn's form, before they drift upward to grasp at Brynn's lower leg, her sticky locks falling downward, and her gaze opening towards the zebra's wet cock. Brynn's feline tongue sticks outwards, before drawing itself upwards, and the zebra's form steps forward, his left hand grasping his median ring. His hooves settle beneath Brynn's suspended form, as his flared head draws itself over Brynn's cheeks, forehead, then lips. Pre-cum meets Brynn's rough, feline tongue as it draws itself along the flared cock's hole. The zebra releases a whinny, as his hands grasp Brynn's breasts and his form steps forward. The flared tip pushes past Brynn's lips, as her feline tongue scrapes itself against the cock's underside.

The half human pushes his hand against the floor, his form slowly rising. His left hand grasps his firming partially-scaled cock, and his feet carry his form towards Brynn's side. The bull's form rocks forward, his heavy-set balls rolling into Brynn's rump, as her toes stretch outward. Brynn's heels settled themselves upon the bull's shoulders, as the zebra's thumbs drew themselves upwards along Brynn's nipples, before pushing downwards as they sprung upwards. The zebra's form pushed forward, slowly, Brynn's throat releasing a muffled sound as it filled. The half-human's leg swung itself over Brynn's waist, his partially scaled cock settling itself between Brynn's breasts. His heavy balls settled near her stomach.

The bull's form pushed forward, as his nostrils flared open, his eyes opening. His grasp tightened around Brynn's ankles, his short, rounded cock punching itself through the cum seal and engorging Brynn's stomach. The bull's cock wiggled fiercely at the bend of Brynn's stomach, before drawing itself backwards, and filling the bend again. The bull's nose releases a heavy snort, Brynn's rump began to redden against the bull's heavy-set balls, his muscles tightening. The zebra's median ring slips past Brynn's lips, his hands pushing her breasts' sides towards the half-human's cock. The half-human's form slides upwards, before drawing back, his partially-scaled cock-head appearing above the rise of Brynn's breasts, and vanishing between them.

Brynn's form rocked forward, her eye closing, and her throat rippling against the zebra's cock. A muffled purr escaped her throat, as the zebra's cock pushed forward, his heavy sack pressing its warmth against Brynn's sticky forehead. The zebra's head shakes in the air, his throat releasing a whinny, before the bull's hips slam into Brynn's rump, his cock's head releasing bursts of cum. His heavy-set balls lifted upwards, their warmth meeting the redness of Brynn's rump. Brynn's throat released a muffled cry, as the half-human lifted upwards, his gaze drifting towards Brynn's slowly filling stomach. A steady rise appears. The zebra's hooves step forward, as his heavy sack places itself upon Brynn's nose, her breathing heavy upon it.

The bull's hips push forward, then again, before his hips settle flush against Brynn's rump. A steady rise and curve shaped Brynn's stomach, before the zebra's heavy balls lift upwards and his hips jutted forward, his flared cock-head spreading. His cum escapes and splashes against the bull's, Brynn's stomach slowly becoming heavier, as the half-human's hand grasped his cock, sliding itself down, then up, in a hastily manner. His eyes close, as his partially-scaled cock splashes its cum against Brynn's breasts and neck. Cum slowly slides off of Brynn's form, as the bull and zebra slowly lower Brynn's back against the cushions below. The zebra's hips slowly pull backwards, as his flared cock fills Brynn's mouth with cum, settling his rump against the floor. The flared tip springs upward, as cum slowly draws itself down the curved length, settling itself upon Brynn's forehead. The bull's cock becomes smaller, slowly, before his hands released Brynn's ankles and his form stands upward.

As Brynn's eyes remained shut and her rough, feline tongue pushes the cum about in her mouth, her right hand settles itself upon her large stomach, as her left hand draws its fingers about her sex's outer lips, slowly. Men spilled into the castle's depths, their armor and halberds glistening against the still-lit torches. The stone walls were sparsely covered in blood, pieces of bodies laid strewn across the floor. Broken weapons were set upon by the marching boots of the men, and later, Brynn, as she followed behind. The men took a right, marching side-by-side down a narrow hallway, as Brynn continued forward, her gaze lingering upon the men.

Later, the captain of the men yelled orders as they entered the castle's courtyard. Half-eaten bodies laid beside their entrails in the grass. Loose legs were settled near blood stains, and the one tree within the courtyard was decorated by a fly covered form with its arms limply collected within the branches, his legs missing, and blood slowly dripping from his midsection. The captain made hand signals to the left, then to the right, as the men formed two lines of steadied halberds, "Keep your eyes open! Its somewhere cl--" One of the men pointed towards the inner castle gate, a lion's head lifting upwards. The large, bat-winged, scorpion-tailed creature moved to stand up. Its blood-soaked teeth were bared, before its throat released an echoing roar into the night air.

Brynn's boot placed itself upon the railing of the courtyard's balcony, her right hand drawing itself upwards to grasp an arrow between her middle and pointer finger, placing the arrow's back against her bow's string. Her gaze drifts towards the yelling men and the beast that broke their formation with its lunge, its stinger impaling a man's forehead, his body falling backwards as his legs gave way. Brynn's hand steadied the bow, as her right hand drew the arrow backwards, and released it. The arrow collided into the beast's eye, its roar echoing off of the stone walls. The men cleave at the beast's tail, and another arrow meets the beast's other eye. The tail gives way after the fourth cut, men falling upon the wet grass as the beast throws its weight into them.

Brynn's hand drew an arrow, after another arrow, releasing it into the beast. The captain of the men placed his boot against the beast's head, its form lying upon its bleeding side. With a grunt, he pushes the halberd's tip into the beast's skull, and watches as the beast's blood pours outward. He takes a step back and the beast ceases to move. As the men stood and collected their weapons, the captain looks towards the balcony, "You, over there! Your assistance was greatly appreciated! I don't think we could have slain this beast without you!" Brynn's hand lifted upward, drawing her hood back, "It was nothing. I'm glad to have hunted this menace!" The captain nods, twice, "We'd like to repay you in any way the Hollow can! Name your price!" The men begin to leave the courtyard.

Brynn's feline teeth show as she smiles, "There's just one thing that I will accept." Brynn's lips closed and her throat swallowed, her mouth opening. Brynn's curved lips curled into a weary smile, "Men..."