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"Breed her! Breed her! Breed her!" The crowd was screaming. I was nackked on the padded bench. And Tyrant—eight hundred kilos of black muscle and pulsing c0occk—was about to mount me. I felt his massive head push against my enttrrance. I screamed. He slam med forward, splitting me open. His tongue f10orced in to my mouth. His weight crushed me in to the hay. "Please," I gasped. "Please—" He thrust against my cer^6ix again and again. I came so hard I saw stars. Then I felt it—hot, thick, flooding my womb. He bred me. In front of thousands of women. .>>>>>>>>>> Chapter 1: The Bull's Eye The stable air hit me like a wall of heat and musk. I inhaled deeply, letting that wild, animal scent fill my lungs until my head spun. It was a smell I knew as well as my own skin—leather, hay, sweat, and something far more primal. Something that made my heart pound and my thighs press together. Ahead of me, steel cages lined the massive barn, each one holding one of today's athletes. Stallions with gleaming coats. Longhorns with murder in their eyes. But I wasn't looking at any of them. I was looking at him. Tyrant. Eight hundred kilos of pure black muscle. His shoulders stood taller than me—I'm barely five-foot-two, all curves and long blonde hair and tits that have gotten me in trouble more times than I can count. The massive Cape buffalo stood in his cage like a statue carved from midnight, his enormous horns curving out from his skull like twin crescents of death. And his eyes. God, those eyes. Dark, hungry, fixed directly on me.

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