***ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18, THEY’RE IN COLLEGE***





    
“It’s really quite simple, Brenton.” Mrs. Holland said, stroking Brenton’s cock through his jeans, “You want to impregnate Suzie, but your penis isn’t quite thick, long, or, frankly, powerful enough. You’re not producing enough baby batter to fill her up. As your professor

The merchant’s lawn looked straight out of a catalogue. A driveway wound over hills of short grass. Maples shaded the road all the way to the mansion-sized house in the distance. Open yards, patches of garden, and small ponds stretched for acres before ending in a wall of pines. In one such garden, there was a squat table for luncheons. At that table sat at short woman in a sharp suit. Most times of the year, that table would have been a pleasant place to wait for a meeting. Today,

    “Y-you cow! You heifer! Let me go this instant!”





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! When I get out of here, I’m going to carve out your--!”



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Artoria
marched through the halls. She was growing restless. It had been too
long since she’d seen a proper battle. Times like this always wore
on her. A lifetime of heeding the call of battle and pursuing a grand
and glorious quest had sapped her patience for the quiet moments.
Other servants seemed to thrive at times like this. Everyone had
heard of the “fun” that had been had between the Master and some
of her favorites. Even some of the servants seemed to be pairing up
for some intimac

“Ladies and gentlemen! Servants and Praetor! Please direct your attention towards the
westernmost table, as the contest is about to begin!”
Tamamo was in over her head.
Her day started out simply enough. After waking up and taking a shower, she made her way to the cafeteria to pick up her usual breakfast. It was a good way to start the day, and she would be able to check up on many of the other servants. She became quite interested in some of the women as they started to get quite&he