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A cocky muscle blonde meets a monstrous, horse-hung breeder!

My legs were trembling as the door began to turn. My mind raced by my past memories, as if it knew I was just about to die, and among the many things that were said and done to me, I was struck by the those condenscending words from my captors a month ago: “we’re giving you the weakest of our breeders. You can work your way up from him if you manage to survive him.”

My heart was about to burst from my chest. «Nah.» I giggled, very nervously. «This can’t be real. It is a joke, just a freaking joke, I tell ya. It can only be…» Then door sprung open, and then the whole world disappeared to me. “God.”

My jaw dropped, and my throat uttered only low-pitched, exasperated hums of heat. For a moment, I stopped feeling the rest of my body, having to turn my head up and lean back just so I could see the perfect face of that specimen that entered.

That wasn’t a man; that was a god. The reaction of my body was nothing but appropriate: with a massive squirt of hot juices from my pussy, all strength abandoned my legs, and my quivering knees met the floor as I prostrated myself in front of that massive male, who approached me without uttering a word.

The door was 11-feet high, yet still the beast had to bow to pass through—not that he would have any trouble destroying it, if he saw fit, for his massive frame was muscles atop muscles, far surpassing any men I’d ever met, seen, or dreamt with. «Fuck!!» My mind raced as my eyes teared up, and I literally, silently cried with my face on the floor, refusing to stare any longer at that supreme specimen. His raw, masculine beauty alone had burned my eyes. «Fuck!! Is this…?! Is this their fucking worst?!!»

The guy had a face that would make Henry Cavil feel inadequate, unwanted, and unloved. Its pure, masculine perfection went beyond anything that words could make justice—especially the words from a raging whore like me. Suffice to say, he was blonde and shaven, with medium-sized hair that perfectly complimented his square jaw and highly angular face, oozing tribalism, primitivism, and raw, unbridled Viking sensuality—he looked like a Nord god mixed with a cave man.

«Fuck!» My knees felt the warmth of my pussy-juice as I kept squirting. A painful, sharp pleasure took over my head and made me feel like my eyes were going to burst from their sockets. It was an orgasm so deep and so long I was soon quivering on the floor, hitting my head repeatedly against it while that monster made its way to me. I could feel his heat even as he stood many feet away. The walls literally shook and the ground trembled as he calmly, almost leisurely strolled towards me, and I finally gathered some strength to look up and see exactly what else I was dealing with.

Big mistake. Big fucking mistake! That mountain of muscles was literally built like four horses. “Holy shiiiit…!!” I shouted, cumming so hard I thought my pants would be torn by the strength of my jets. I was once again on the ground, hitting my head on the floor as that man burned my body with his aura, now standing a mere ten feet away from me. I turned my face slightly on the floor, feeling my cheeks bathed on my cum, which now formed a huge puddle around my body. The creature was nude from the waist up, covered by only a large, gigantic white towel or tunic in his hips. “Fuuuck…!!

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