Obedient Subject
Lordship, be it in the form of a title or in the sense of being a lord-type being, was naturally a big boon for any being. But in the second case, it was tangible power that one possessed from the moment of their birth.
A lord-type being did not just have predispositions toward greatness in certain areas, but they all commanded a natural authority. It was mostly over their own kind, but it could extend further in some cases. For example, Edrick’s Cannibal Sasquatch Lord Bloodline was mostly centered on sasquatches, but it also overflowed onto simian species in general, and could be sensed by other beasts as well.
Though the authority was really only strong over sasquatches. Beyond that, if Edrick himself was not strong enough or did not conduct himself in the proper way, then the influence was likely to fall flat and be merely reduced to a strong presence.
He was also aided by his latest technique. Beast Lord's Authority helped boost all of this, but it didn’t really allow him to overreach with his bestial authority just yet. It only reinforced what was already here for now…
In any case, there was no real need for Anoteros to rely on this feral authority right now. The female he wished to lie with was already thoroughly smitten. He brought her into his tent and shut it.
Under the shade of the great weeping tree, the tent's inside was rather dim. Although thick enough to weather the elements, some sunlight was still capable of peering through... And since it was still bright outside, there was no need for him to light a lantern fuelled with animal fat.
The female Mountain Sasquatch lay on her back, limbs spread and cavernous depth craving for a brave explorer to discover. Edrick–Already bare of body–Neared her, caressing her face. The tough skin of the exposed areas without brown fur was even more firm than that of the Mountain Sasquatches from outside the realm.
The scion licked his teeth.
This was probably a manifestation of what he strongly believed to be the affinity of the local sasquatches. Namely, an affinity for the stone element. It would only make sense that such an attribute would make their body more durable.
Running his hands through her messy fur, he could also tell that it was harsher as well. Although they looked nearly identical to their fellows outside Eltysia, they were clearly very different.
He put his thumb inside of her mouth, his wyrm twitching in approval as she began licking it.
“Good girl” he muttered to himself, leaning forward for an exchange of tongues that had nothing to do with language.
She did not bear any crest yet. Anoteros wanted his first sasquatch here to be a little event, so he wished to lay claim to the female without using any crest–Something that had already clearly succeeded. Her rosy palace seemed to be having trouble with a strong leak... One that was only getting more powerful as the action progressed.
His partner did not know how to kiss, and her facial structure–Whilst not as troublesome as that of a Flower-Twined’s–Was still not ideal for such tongue jousting. Her features were a bit more pronounced than those of a human, but Anoteros had made it work just fine during his first Biesta, so he could make it work here as well.
The only obstacle this time was that his partner wasn’t a professional whose entire life was dedicated to pleasing cultivators. It was fine. The noble was used to taking the lead and teaching such topics.
He soon let go of her slimy tongue, pulling her close against his bare body as his fingers moved down with clear intent, stimulating the pinkish entrance with practised and refined motions. He had learned the specificities of sasquatch anatomy thoroughly already.
The cryptid’s clitoris was found with ease.
The female moaned and groaned without restraint as she was made to experience pleasure she was not meant to be able to access.
No male Mountain Sasquatch would, or even knew how to engage in such actions... They would just seek to mate as quickly as possible, and the female would normally want the same thing... However, she was simply magnetised and pulled to Anoteros. His lordly, virile, and superior presence commanded absolute submissiveness.
She wanted him to be gracious enough to plant his noble seed within her, and so, she was willing to go along with anything he desired. She had certainly not expected that his whims would feel so incredible, though.
As his fingers stretched within, she quickly climaxed, producing noises far too loud for her stealthy and timid kind. There was no helping it. The pleasure was overwhelming, and before long, she was pinned down against the ground.
Edrick slowly stroked his king-sized club to maximum hardness and, with bestial ferocity, pounded down on his prize in the Breeding Press position. His bare body slapped and rubbed against the harsh fur in a display of rough reproduction... His heavy sack repeatedly slammed against the female's body.
His body bore down on hers, keeping the Mountain Sasquatch in her rightful place. The motions became exponentially faster and stronger until she was howling in uncontrollable pleasure, making the tent vibrate with her vocalisations whilst the noble’s pounding made some items around shake with every thrust.
The inside of the tent turned into a sauna as he exerted himself, sweating onto his partner’s fur.
Outside, Oswulf and Ansbach just looked at one another. They knew their master rather well at this point, but they had yet to be so close during such a loud session. Oswulf could only look forward to when it would be her turn to enjoy Edrick’s affection.
Ansbach did not desire that sort of attention from his master, but hearing it was definitely making him grow excited as well… It was a shame that there were no female canids apart from Oswulf around. Otherwise, he would have immediately gone to unwind.
Inside the tent, after a dozen minutes of furious pounding, the noble’s pouch came slamming down for the last time as he unleashed his superior seed inside the female sasquatch. She would be bearing his offspring without the shadow of a doubt.
She would be giving birth to what should end up being a hybrid between an Eltysian Mountain Sasquatch and a Skunk Sasquatch. Unlike Deormann, this one should not have any traits of the sasquatch lord, or any humanoid traits for that matter.
Anoteros wanted a soldier, not something with enough brain in the skull to be considered an actual descendant. Every time he interacted with Deormann, it became clearer that while unable to express himself through speech, he was definitely far smarter than he should be.
That was nice and all, but the scion desired an army of brawn that mindlessly followed orders like rabid hounds.
The noble looked closely at the female as he poured as much of his elixir into her as was possible.
‘Aah… I really am a Biesta aficionado now, aren’t I? She looks so damned beautiful to me…’
He had definitely not thought so highly of sasquatches in the past. Yet, he could feel his man-brain still at attention... He desired more from her.
Without a shred of hesitation, he flipped around, grabbing the fur around her waist area before pushing himself deep into her unflooded cavern. In the past, he had not used this hole with any of his sasquatch partners since he did not have the appropriate innate ability to do so... But now, that was no longer a problem in the least.
Edrick grunted as his hips crashed down upon the female’s firm backside.
The forbidden pit of sasquatches turned out to be even more intoxicatingly tight than their pink tunnel. It felt like he was being crushed from all sides.
“That’s good. That’s very good. If you little whores weren’t so timid, you would definitely be in high demand in the Biesta-centric scene…”
That was it, he was definitely going to be furnishing the establishment Wenxiong had brought him to with sasquatches as a business venture. It was absolutely magistral how powerful that grip was.
It could absolutely crush anyone who went in without a resilient body. Even then, most would end up pretty much stuck inside once their partner clamped down. Which was great. This sort of experience was exactly what Biesta enjoyers sought out.
“...Show me what that mouth can do as well”
Edrick ended up spending hours with the female sasquatch. He took her in just about every manner possible. She ended up utterly exhausted, filled and covered in lordly excretions of pure white.
Once he was done getting a boon out of her, he was definitely going to be seeking more of them with her assistance. He would form himself a group of them to start breeding–In more ways than one.
‘Muxing’s pregnancy did not last very long at all. Will this one be longer or shorter?’
He was inclined to believe the latter, but it didn’t matter much. All that mattered was that she had been fertilised.
Another day of training had come to an end…