Translations:Codex: Hellhound Gangbang/29/en

You cry out a babbling mixture of “fuck” and “yes” over and over, unable to move from the spot as you attempt to grow accustomed to so much simultaneous fulfilment. There’s a whooping and cheering from the many Hellhounds watching (at least those who aren’t busily engaged in coitus themselves). The biological need to breed is able to help you acclimate, and you try to move. Sympathetic whines come from your lovers as the simple act of lifting your hips and pushing the hound on your prick forwards sets off another series of fireworks.