Translations:Codex: Breeding Sylvie/39/en

"Needy, cum-crazed muscle wrings the essence of life from your turgid mare-breeder, filling the air with the scent of spent seed. Not that you can smell anything beyond the cervine pheromones that swirl like massaging tendrils through your conscious mind, replacing thought after thought with the feral need to propogate. You don’t even care that she’s already pregnant with your child, all you can think is to breed, breed, breed!"