Translations:Codex: Breeding Sylvie/12/en

"Mmm, not just yet tiger. If you save it for the baths you can hilt that sword in my throat. If you were a little bigger maybe I’d even think about letting you have a go inside,” She murmurs above you. Your fate is sealed by her words. How could you even think about using her mouth when her cervine cunt is right there begging to be bred. Immense desire bubbles within you. You have to be good enough for her, better than good enough even. You’ll make sure you’re the perfect moose-breeding specimen before you see her again."