Gore Magala Greentext

>Gore hits you with frenzy, it bears it's fangs in a smirk thinking it's gotten the better of you.
>You feel the frenzy taking over, making you more aggressive.
>With a rage induced burst of strength, you manage to golf swing into it's head, making gore fall to the ground.
>Half stunned, it can't get up.
>You walk to it's rear with your hammer in hand when you notice something; it's a female.
>The frenzy has almost completely overtaken, now combining with primal lust.
>You throw your hammer to the side and then practically rip off your pants with one hand, exposing your fully erect mast.
>You can see Gore has almost regained her senses, but you ignore it and move her tail out of the way, fully exposing her vent.
>Grabbing her leg for leverage, you plunge your spear right in.
>Now fully aware, the sudden violation of her sex causes her to quickly raise her head towards you in confusion and surprise.
>She tries to roar in angry protest, but your frenzied thrusting into her slit causes her to betray her feelings, as all she manages to let out is a low moan.
>She sheilds her face with her paw, trying to stifle any other submissive noises but to no avail, as muffled moans can still be heard.
>You feel youself getting close, thrusting ever faster exhilarated by the gore's obvious enjoyment
>Just seconds before you release, you push your member completely into her.
>You feel the contractions as you hilt, her own orgasm evident.
>The frenzy leave your body as your hot seed pours into her womb, her resistance finally fails and she lets out a long glutteral roar in ectasy.
>Her head falls back down, panting heavily.

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>You regain your own senses and look at the scene before you.
>You pull out and quickly falling back, you just stare as the white liquid leaks out and the realization dawns on you; You just fucked a monster.
>Gore slowly stands up and turns towards you, her legs still shaking.
>You start to look around for your hammer but you notice where it it a tad to late, the Gore's face is in front of your own.
>Her mouth opens slightly, you fear your face is about to be bitten off, you prepare to punch it in the jaw when all you feel is it's tongue licking your face softly accompanied by a soft growl.
>Before you can react it's giant wings burst from it's back and it takes flight into the sky.
>As it flys away it looks back at you, a toothy smile on her face.
>You look on when you remember something; You were suppose to capture it. Whoops.