The cool, silver light of the full moon bathed the endless stretch of sand dunes as far as Goblin Slayer could see. His boots crunched against the dry dirt of the Muhati road— his group trailing behind him, with their shadows long and distorted against the illuminated dunes.
The night sky above was vast and clear— a canvas of dark velvet dotted with countless stars. Yet, despite the natural beauty of the desert under the moonlight, the air carried a sense of unease— a feeling reinforced by the sight of military camps, small outposts of the Royal Army, all which were scattered across the horizon like scars upon the landscape.
Tents and supply stations lay nestled in between the massive dunes, fires flickering in the distance, and armored sentries patrolling the perimeter— casting their own long shadows across the sand.
Goblin Slayer's eyes, sharp and ever vigilant, picked out the mutilated remains of desert beasts littering the path. Enormous scorpions, their once-menacing pincers and tails now lifeless, lay scorched under the unrelenting desert sun. Their shells, cracked and crumbling, looked as if they had been torn apart by overwhelming force.
Massive mammoth scarabs with iridescent armor, now broken and bloodied, were being feasted upon by vultures— long, curved beaks tearing into their sun-baked exoskeletons. There were snakes too, with their monstrous, coiling forms lying in heaps, half-buried in the sand, and their scales dulled by dust and blood. The stench of death lingered in the air— mingling with the faint scent of decay carried by the night breeze.
Overhead, vultures circled, with their dark shapes blotting out the stars, and their wings casting ominous shadows over the sun-scorched remains. The birds descended periodically, and would land with eerie precision on the corpses to tear away flesh— their raspy calls echoing across the dunes.
In the distance, the clatter of hooves against the desert sand signaled the approach of one of many patrols— soldiers on horseback, with their armor glinting under the moon's gaze. Their knights led with an air of authority, with their hands gripping the reins tightly as their eyes swept across the darkened landscape— scanning for any sign of intruders.
Goblin Slayer's group, far from inconspicuous, had been stopped numerous times throughout the night. Each time, the knights would challenge them, asking why such a large group was traveling so late under the cover of darkness, far from any known settlement— each time Lady Eleanor would speak on behalf of the gray-haired teenager, and talk her way out of the Royal Army's crosshairs each time.
As they approached another patrol, another squadron of knights raised their hands, signaling the group to halt. Goblin Slayer resisted the urge to reach for the grip on his weapon— his gaze cold and calculating as the knights drew closer. But before he could answer, Lady Eleanor stepped forward once more— her presence commanding attention.
"Good evening, noble knights," she greeted with a warm smile, with her voice smooth and charming. Her every word dripped with charisma— a practiced tone that seemed to immediately disarm even the most suspicious of soldiers. "We are but humble travelers, making our way back to Maggiore Village after a rather long journey." She gestured to her employees and Goblin Slayer's companions behind her, with her demeanor pleasant and unthreatening— though there was a sharp intelligence gleaming in her eyes.
The knight in charge of his squad narrowed his gaze, while looking over the travelers with suspicion. "At this late hour?" His voice was gruff, while his hand rested on the hilt of his sword. "These lands are under martial law, as per order of General Uriel McCarther. Where exactly is your destination, and why now— after curfew?"
Lady Eleanor gave a soft, melodic laugh— her posture graceful, as she stepped closer to the knight. Her dress, though practical for travel, still clung to her curves in such a way that it was difficult to ignore the confidence she exuded. "Ah, my dear knight, the desert nights are far cooler and easier to travel through than the heat of the day. I assure you, we mean no harm. We are merely seeking safe passage home to Maggiore."
Her voice was like honey, warm and soothing, and though the knight's expression remained stern, there was a moment of hesitation. She had a way with words— a way of making even the most rigid men bend to her will. "Stay clear of Delrivkat," the knight finally warned, his tone firm. "It's no place for travelers— its guardian isn't too keen on accepting outsiders through its gates."
Lady Eleanor's smile never wavered. "Of course, noble knight," she said, with her eyes flickering with hidden knowledge. She never let slip their true destination— never mentioned that Delrivkat was precisely where they were heading next.
With a wave of his hand, the knight gestured for them to pass, and as they continued on their journey, Lady Eleanor allowed herself a brief sigh of relief— though her confidence never faltered. Goblin Slayer watched her with quiet appreciation— acknowledging her skill in diffusing the situation, just as she had done all the times before.
The journey continued, with the desert stretching endlessly ahead of them— illuminated only by the pale moonlight. And as they continued to walk, the Nyusyree Pyramid rose in the distance— its towering structure now clearly visible under the moon's glow.
The once ancient relic infested with goblins of Blackwatch was now crawling with the presence of the Royal Army. Tents and banners surrounded its base, with soldiers moving in and out of the entrance, and their torches lighting up the once-sacred ground. The ancient stone walls of the pyramid gleamed in the moonlight, now covered in military paraphernalia— a jarring sight for Goblin Slayer, who starred off with the memories of him and Remi clearing it out together.
"We're being watched," the gray-haired teen muttered, with his crimson eyes narrowing as he scanned the perimeter. He could feel the weight of countless eyes on them, even in the dark. The knights patrolling the pyramid, the soldiers stationed in the camps— sentries who were Goblin Slayer knew, without a shadow of a doubt, were watching them through scoped rifles and binoculars.
"Let them watch," Lady Eleanor replied smoothly, with her voice a whisper in the night. "As long as they believe we're heading to Maggiore, they won't bother us. And once they see Storm Lord accompanying us, none shall even consider the idea of crossing paths with us."
Goblin Slayer gave her a quiet nod, with his eyes lingering on the pyramid for a moment longer before turning his attention back to the road ahead.
The wind carried a soft howl, sweeping over the dunes, as the group pressed on— the Nyusyree Pyramid slowly disappearing into the night.
As Goblin Slayer and his group neared the sandstone walls of Delrivkat, the moonlight casting a cold sheen over the massive structure, his chest began to tighten. His heart raced in sync with each step forward— the sand crunching beneath his boots as the gates loomed larger.
His breath became shallow— the dry desert air doing nothing to ease the rising anxiety coiling in his gut. His mouth grew dry— like cotton had been stuffed inside— his lips pressed tightly together. A storm of anxious thoughts swirled within him— growing louder and louder as they neared the closed gates of the village.
'Remi. Would they even want to see me? What if they think nothing of me when I see them? It's only been less than two days, and yet… So much has happened.' His mind buzzed with uncertainty, his heartbeat thundering in his ears. Goblin Slayer swallowed hard— his chest feeling queasy, the anxiety gnawing away at him. 'Do they even still like me? Surely this must at least remember me... Remember what we had?' The thought echoed in his head, but then another, more painful one surfaced.
'What if...? What if that was all just meaningless to them— if I'm meaningless to them? Was I, and forever more, just a form of entertainment to them?'
He felt a stab of dread. 'Remi told me that they only understood happiness and hatred— that everything else was beyond their grasp. Could someone like that ever feel love? Or even just pretend to?' He shook his head slightly, trying to brace himself, trying to soften the blow that might come. 'No, I… I don't think so— despite them maybe even probably wanting to love me back. It's not their fault... And it's not mine either. It's just the way things are.'
Suddenly, the battlements above lit up— torches igniting in a line along the top of the walls. The gates began to creak and groan as they were slowly pulled open, revealing the village within. Goblin Slayer let out a soft, inward groan, the dread intensifying. His hand reached up, fingers trembling as he removed his helmet, exposing his anxious expression to the world. The cool desert breeze hit his face, but it did little to ease his nerves.
Before he could fully spiral into his thoughts, he felt something warm and small wrap around his hand. Startled, he looked down, with his breath catching in his throat. Juliet stood beside him, her innocent blue eyes looking up at him with a gentle, supportive gaze. Her small hand squeezed his— her smile soft and full of warmth.
"Everything's going to be alright," she said sweetly, with her voice as pure as the desert night.
The tension in Goblin Slayer's chest began to melt away. Her smile, her gentle presence, was like a balm for his frayed nerves. He blinked, then smiled softly back at her. "Y1You're right... Thank you for reminding me," he whispered, with his voice rough but filled with gratitude.
Juliet beamed at him, her smile brightening under the soft torchlight, and they continued forward, hand in hand, toward the open gates. As they drew closer, Goblin Slayer's heart skipped a beat when he saw a figure standing just inside the village, framed by the flickering torchlight.
Remi.
They stood there casually, as if they had been waiting for him all along, their relaxed posture betraying no hint of tension. Behind them, a group of curious and excited hill goblins gathered— their small faces peeking out nervously, eyes wide with excitement. But Remi was the picture of cool indifference— their hands resting lazily in their pockets, with their sunglasses glinting as the firelight reflected off the dark lenses.
Remi's appearance was, as always, flawless. Their long blue hair framed their androgynous face perfectly, with smooth skin and a relaxed smirk on their lips. They wore a loose, open white shirt and black pants that accentuated their lean, athletic frame— with a simple jacket draped over their shoulders. Cool, collected, and effortlessly stylish. The flicker of torches illuminated their expression— one of mild amusement, with their sunglasses resting low on their small nose.
As Goblin Slayer approached, he felt his cheeks burn, his heartbeat pounding again, this time from nervous excitement. His mind was still racing, but a squeeze from Juliet's hand helped him steady himself. He glanced down at her, and she smiled back at him— her innocent optimism giving him the courage to continue forward.
Remi finally lifted their sunglasses with two fingers, revealing their glowing yellow eyes beneath, a bemused smirk creeping across their face. "Why, hello there, Old Sport— I was thinking you'd never show your mug around these parts again," they drawled, with their voice dripping with sarcasm. "What gotcha there, Sportsy? Did you bring your kid along to show her off? Didn't even know you were a daddy— not that kind of daddy, at least."
Juliet blushed, giggling softly at the comment. Goblin Slayer, on the other hand, felt his face flush even deeper— a flustered smile tugging at his lips as he cleared his throat.
"T-This... This is Juliet— w-we'll be looking after her…! K-Keeping her safe, and c-cared for," he stammered, his heart pounding as he gestured toward her. "Juliet, this is... Remi, but… Almost everyone just calls them "Storm Lord"… They'll protect you too…"
Remi stepped forward with a casual, almost lazy stride before dropping down to one knee to meet Juliet at eye level. "Hey there, kiddo," they greeted her, their tone softer but still playful. "To heck with that edgy title. Ya cool with calling me "Uncle Remi" instead?"
Juliet giggled, while tilting her head slightly. "I've never had an uncle before," she said shyly, with her cheeks tinged pink.
Remi chuckled, while reaching out to gently ruffle her hair. "Well, you've got one now, and you're cute as hell," they teased before rising to their feet, turning their smirk back to Goblin Slayer.
Without missing a beat, the slime monster clapped a hand on the teenager's shoulder— their glowing yellow eyes gleaming with mischief. "Ya know, Juliet, I'm actually Old Sport here's boyfriend— so it's not callin' me your uncle is that far off, ya know?"
Juliet's eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks turning bright red as she looked between them. "R-Really?!" She gasped, her eyes sparkling with fascination.
Goblin Slayer, meanwhile, was mortified— his face turning a deep shade of crimson as he tried to hide behind his gray bangs. "R-Remi...!" He stammered, while utterly flustered.
"Oh yeah," Remi said, a wicked grin spreading across their face. "And let me tell ya, kid, Sportsy here is REAL good in bed! In fact, we're gonna go for round two, as soon as we take care of your sleeping situation."
Goblin Slayer's entire body tensed, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he sputtered, "S-Shut your mouth…!"
Juliet, taken aback by the sudden innuendo, blinked up at them with wide, astonished eyes. "Round two…? Are you… Are you two going to… S-Spar?" She asked, while immediately feeling her cheeks grow red, as her blood pressure began rising.
Remi threw their head back and laughed— the sound echoing in the night. "HA, HA HA, AH! Oh, yeah! One-hundred percent! That was exactly what I was talkin' about doin' to Sportsy, kiddo," they said, plucking the sunglasses off their forehead and placing them gently on top of Juliet's head instead. "I'm gonna pin him down, and spar him HARD."
They then took Goblin Slayer's helmet from his other hand while he was reeling from the second sex joke they had just made— the slime monster holding the armored headwear nonchalantly. "Just know that if you hear any loud noises coming from our bedroom, I'm probably the one who's winnin'." Remi boasted half-jokingly, before grinning down at Juliet, then looking back at Goblin Slayer— their playful smirk ever-present.
The gray-haired teenager let out an exasperated sigh, while still flustered but with a lovesick smile creeping onto his face— despite himself.
The inside of Remi's living room was dim— cast in the soft, ethereal glow of moonlight that slipped through the half-closed blinds. The space had a distinctly desert theme, with warm, Earthy colors woven into the tapestries hanging on the walls and scattered pillows that lay casually on the bohemian furniture. Though it wasn't messy, there was a sense of the room being well-lived in— comfortably chaotic. Sand-colored cushions rested atop mismatched armchairs, and a low, wooden coffee table was cluttered with cups, scrolls, and a few random trinkets that suggested the slime monster wasn't too strict about tidying up— despite knowing that they should have had their possessions packed and ready to transport.
On the middle sofa cushion, Dwarf Shaman snored loudly with his head lolled back, and was completely oblivious to the world around him. His deep, rumbling snores filled the room like a low storm— shaking the air with each breath.
Beside him, High Elf Archer sat, a pillow pressed firmly against her pointed ears as she grimaced, as she desperately tried to block out the incessant noise. Her expression suggested that sleep was a distant hope, with her brow furrowed in frustration.
To the right of the snoring dwarf, Lizard Priest sat upright, with his posture serene and unaffected. He was deep in meditation, his eyes closed, his breathing steady and calm, despite the noisy disruptions from Dwarf Shaman. He seemed completely detached from the chaos of the room— lost in some internal stillness that shielded him from the disturbances.
In the corner, nestled in a plush recliner, Arc Mage sat with her legs tucked under her— a thick blanket draped over her body. Her eyes were still wide open— glinting in the moonlight as she stared lazily across the room. Beneath the side of the recliner, laid out on some bedding that had been prepared for her on the floor, was Juliet— her soft blonde hair catching the pale light as she snuggled under her covers.
The little girl shifted under her blanket, with her blue eyes glancing up at Arc Mage. The room was quiet, except for the persistent snoring of Dwarf Shaman, but something had been weighing on her mind since the encounter with Remi.
"Professor?" Juliet called softly, breaking the silence.
Arc Mage's gaze drifted down over the armrest of the recliner, her expression curious as she peered at Juliet. Her movements were slow, deliberate— as if her thoughts were constantly taking a longer route to process. She blinked a few times before responding, her voice quiet yet sweet. "Yes, my student?"
Juliet hesitated for a moment, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink as she thought back to Remi's vulgar jokes. "When… When Uncle Remi told me that when they and Ren were going to go for round two, were they… Were talking about having s-sex with him…?"
Arc Mage tilted her head slightly, eyes narrowing in curiosity. She adjusted the blanket around her voluptuous form as if preparing for the weight of the conversation ahead. "Ah," she nodded thoughtfully, her voice still calm and sweet. "Would you like me to give you a more in-depth explanation into how that works…? Knowledge is power, ya know…!"
Juliet nodded shyly, the blush on her face deepening as she awaited Arc Mage's explanation. She knew what sex was, or at least the concept of it— she had to bear witness to it on more than just one occasion, while she lived with a brother.
However, this was different.
While the thought of a unsightly, out of shape man shoving his dick into some disease-ridden, apathetic prostitute disgusted her, the thought of two people, who were as beautiful as Goblin Slayer and Remi were, getting into such compromising positions with one another had stirred something foreign in the little girl's body— ever since she first started to dwell on what that would look like.
Arc Mage leaned back in her chair, with her mind switching into teaching mode— although her manner remained gentle. "Well then, I suppose it's time I give you a lesson on the facts of life. Let's start with the basics, shall we?"
Juliet listened intently, with her large blue eyes wide with both curiosity and embarrassment as Arc Mage began to explain.
"I'm assuming you know what the sex already is, but let's look at it from a more anatomical perspective. Men and women, and even slime monsters, have different sexual organs," Arc Mage began, her voice remaining clinical but kind. "Biologically speaking, on a man the primary organ is called the penis, and on a woman, the main reproductive organ is the vagina." She spoke carefully, ensuring that Juliet could follow along, but she didn't shy away from the terminology.
"Slime monsters? They're neither male nor female— fluid, in more than just the literal sense, you see," Arc Mage explained, with a hint of amusement visible across her curled lips. "Storm Lord, from my observations, exhibits more masculine features than feminine, so it's more than likely they chose to shape their body into having a "pseudo penis", instead of a gooey sleeve that resembles what you and I have between our legs."
Juliet blinked with her expression remaining curious, as she tilted her head at her blond professor. "A… A "pseudo penis"…?" The little blond girl repeated back in a hushed voice, with her already flushed cheeks growing a brighter shade, underneath the cover of darkness. "What's that, Professor…?"
"It's, as the name implies, "pseudo peni" are modeled after most peni— depending on the slime's preference, it could morph their pseudo penis, or pseudo vagina, into whatever they choose it to resemble. If they're intelligent enough to even process such a level of self-awareness, that is." Arc Mage continued, with her tone still as soft as if she were explaining a complicated spell. "As I've said, I'm assuming you know what sex is already, so you already aware that the penis traditionally goes into the vaginal cavity— stimulation in the form of friction to the cavernous nerves on the penis, and the little bump above the vaginal cavity that's called a "clitoris", is what leads into something called an "orgasm"."
The room remained quiet save for Dwarf Shaman's rhythmic snores, as Arc Mage continued her lesson, unbothered by the sensitive nature of the topic.
"Oxytocin and dopamine— they are what make people feel intense pleasure and satisfaction during and after the act. But in Storm Lord's case, their body can't naturally produce those hormones on their own. Meaning that complex emotions such as "love" and "nurture" aren't normally exhibited by slime monsters," Arc Mage explained with an eccentric tone in her voice— as though she were deriving pleasure from the act of educating alone.
Juliet's cheeks burned as she absorbed this information, her young mind trying to piece together the new vocabulary and concepts. "S… So Uncle Remi… They… They don't really l-love Ren then…?" The little girl asked with a twang of sadness gripping softly at her flat chest.
"Well, actually, there is a way for Storm Lord to, hypothetically, experience those sorts of emotions— as fleeting as they be," Arc Mage reassured, with a comforting look in her dark green eyes, as she saw Juliet's expression change from pitying, to intrigued.
"R-Really…?" The blond little girl whispered, with a perplexed glimmer in her blue eyes. "B-But Professor, you said Uncle Remi couldn't make those… Hormones, on their own…"
"Exactly, they can't… Under normal circumstances, that is…!" She began once more. "The exciting fact about slime monsters who are able to master transmogrification is that they can't only just change their physical appearance— they can also create their own pseudo hormones, through exchanging bodily fluids," Arc Mage revealed with a dazzle of elation across her smiling face. "Whereas more complex lifeforms receive stimulation through those aforementioned cavernous nerves, slimes' mate through exchanging gelatinous substances with other slimes— multiplying through asexual reproduction…!"
"… But in the case of Storm Lord and Ashta, an— interspecies relationship to that caliber— Storm Lord can secrete their fluids inside of him to consume his DNA safely through saliva, seminal fluids, and sweat Arc Mage continued to explain, while remaining patient and thorough— never letting her scientific tone falter. "If my theory is correct, the pseudo plasma level of oxytocin after Storm Lord orgasms will baseline at the thirty minute mark— meaning that for at least for half an hour, they'll be able to express love, and every other human emotion that isn't just what they can feel through the "adrenochrome" that all slime monsters have floating around in their membranes…!"
Juliet nodded slowly, still processing the plentra of overwhelming information fed to her, while her cheeks remained a deep shade of pink. "S-So Uncle Remi really does love Ren, then…? If only for a little bit a time," the little girl concluded under breath, as the inner workings of her childlike mind began formulating what she thought was a genius plan. "P… Professor?"
Arc Mage gave her a gentle smile, patting her blanket as if to offer some comfort. "Yes, my student?" She asked expectantly, with her tone softening even further. "What else may I do to satiate that sense of wonderment, and morbid curiosity of yours?"
"If… If I were to, uh…! I-If Ren and I had s-sex too…! If I can give him "oxytocin", and show him how much I love him…!" The blond little girl stuttered out in a flustered voice— the nauseating excitement of butterflies swarming in her stomach, paired with the tingling sensations radiating from her groin made Juliet all the more embarrassed. "D-Do you think h-he would…! H-He would be happy with m-my b-body…?!"
Instead of responding negatively like how Juliet half-expected to, Arc Mage showed genuine intrigue across her moon-lit face— her hand reaching up to hold her round chin methodically, as though giving the hypothetical sincere thought. "I think I understand what you're trying to ask.. Endocrinologically speaking, yes… Yes, you having sex with Ashta would release a dopamine and oxytocin signal in both of your bodies— causing your familial bonds to strengthen, which would presumably bring you two closer together."
'Closer?!'
The exciting thought alone elevated her senses— causing the little girl's thighs to quiver, as an odd jolt of stimulation traveled down her tummy, before sending more warm tingles down to her groin. "T-Thank you, Professor," she said quietly— her voice a mixture of gratitude and lingering embarrassment.
Arc Mage leaned back into the recliner, content with having imparted the lesson. "You're very welcome, my student," she said, her voice drifting as she settled back under the warmth of her blanket. "Now, rest. There will be much more to learn in the days to come."
With that, the room fell back into silence, broken only by the sound of Dwarf Shaman's snores and the soft rustle of Juliet as she shifted under her blanket— her mind still buzzing with all that she had learned.
'Having sex with Ren… He wouldn't be rough with me— not like those men were with those nasty women,' the little girl's imaginative mind stated factually, as she tried tightening the blanket over her small body— coaxing her yearning mind to sleep.
'… He would be really gentle with me— hold me, like he did at Stonehall. He would kiss me, ask me if I'm okay, and tell me how much I mean to him… He would love all over me, kiss my chest, grab my tush, a-and rub my…'
'…'
'… M-Maybe… Maybe I should… C-Check on him… See if he's okay.'
Author's Notes: After reading your feedback and dwelling more and more on where we'll stand with loli/shota content, here's what I propose:
) One-hundred present going to include loli content in this fic, and much more in the sequel. It wouldn't be fair of me to advertise that, and then just pull that idea this late into the story. Especially since I've already established that both Juliet and Sofia both are attracted to Goblin Slayer, with this chapter leading into the last lemon of this story that'll showcase Priestess partaking in acts of voyeurism, Have her experiment rather than just jumping straight into a lemon is good scaling, at least for the time being. By the sequel, she'll have already got more and more warmed up to the idea of her and Goblin Slayer having the same sort of relationship he has with Remi— making it more meaningful when she finally unravels to the truth to him, and admits to Goblin Slayer how long she's wanted to be more than just a little sister to him.
) If there's one thing I hate, it's those who are on the fence who lack commitment. I don't want to be someone that's on the fence. Having someone with the body of a loli but not the age or mentality of one is the cheater's way out. It'd leave a bad taste in my mouth doing that, and it would take that extra taboo away from your enjoyment. So I won't be going through hoops for that.
) Monster lolis are a must, such as Sofia. Fireraven248 mentioned the idea of having a vampire loli, which I absolutely love. Expect to see one of those in the sequel.
) Abraxas gave me the idea to include the act of Oyakodon for the sequel. Which, for those who don't know what that means, is when a mother and daughter have a threesome with someone. In our case, it'll be Lady Eleanor x Priestess x Goblin Slayer.
) Circling back to mature women, there'll definitely be MILFS, GILFS included in the sequel. All of which will be thick, some being BBWs, and some will have saggy tits and cellulite. Most will. As Supreme God intended.
) It would only make sense that Goblin Slayer would have a preference based on what he likes with Remi, Priestess, and even Lady Eleanor. Maternal and nurturing kind of older women with plump bodies to fulfill the love he craved from Vivine as an orphan. Cute, feminine, and trusting lolis with big hearts, thanks to Priestess— rekindling a spark with his child self, and makes him feel more connected to Vivine. Remi is someone who he take comfort in, and someone who's open mindfulness and shameless living is what makes Goblin Slayer more open minded himself. It's also what makes him have a thing for femboys, and yes, crossdressing shotas. Expect to see at least one femboy shota who wants to get with Goblin Slayer in the sequel.
) With that being said, he'll still have romance with the likes of Cow Girl, High Elf Archer, Witch, Sword Maiden, and Guild Girl. But probably only them, since normally he wouldn't probably pursue those kind of women.
) Remi has the body of a teenager, so it wouldn't be out of the question for Goblin Slayer and Hero to be in a relationship too.
) Monster girls based off fantasy are going to be included too. So expect to see ors, ogres, goblins, driders, centaurs, along with anthro girls too.
) I've got a few in mind already, but we'll need a surplus of dark-skinned women, lolis, and what have you too. I love light-skin male on dark-skin female/femboy. Help a choom out.
) Speaking of furries, a hyena girl was requested. Expect a pseudo penis lol.
That's all I can think of for now. Please give me your feedback, and we'll go from there. I'm super excited for this sequel lol.
