Breeding the Brat
First release of 2022 and it’s some boy butt! I know this isn’t my most popular content but I still love making it all the same, especially when it’s commissioned! Enjoy starting the year with Ri’lael’s well bred booty!
Commissioned by: @Galtharos
Ever since his parents had mistaken Ri’lael for a young troll woman and had referred to him as: ‘Wife material with wide child bearing hips suitable for an heir’ in earshot of the boy, Jah’lih hasn’t heard the end of it from Ri’lael. His teasing on the mistake had grown more and more with each passing day until finally he’d get a taste of his own medicine.
After returning home from his duties, he discovered Ri’lael had acquired various materials and objects intended for a Zandalari fertility and breeding ritual between a male and female. Another joke that the boy found hilarious when he confronted Jah’lih with it. Jah’lih hid his smirk as he knew something Ri’lael did not about this very ritual he had used for a cheap joke.
”Okay then. We’ll do it.” The prelate agreed, nodding as he took one of the mojo jars from his boy’s hands. His gaze peering over the labels to see what exactly Ri’lael had lifted for his little joke. Seemingly he had lifted actual mojo jars for that very ritual. Lubrication mojo, aphrodisiac mojo, stamina mojo and even a seed mojo to make a man’s semen more copious.
”Do what?” Ri’lael blinked, looking puzzled.
”This is a sacred ritual, boy. You initiated it and now we must carry it out - it is the will of the loa.” Jah’lih nodded firmly, gesturing over to the large fertility candle on the table, unmistakably phallic in it’s shape. “The ritual began when you lit the candle. Now I must breed you as many times as I can until the candle’s flame goes out. If I manage to breed you, you’ll become my wife in the eyes of the loa and by Zandalari law.” he explained.
Ri’lael looked completely blind sided, his little prank had backfired. “But that’s a huge candle, it’ll take many hours! And I can’t get pregnant, I’m a boy!” He exclaimed. He wondered if Jah’lih was joking until his eyes settled on his protector and lover already getting undressed.
”That may be the case, but we’ll find out if the loa wills otherwise won’t we?” Jah’lih remarked. “Now come potential wife, undress and bring those wide child bearing hips over here.” The prelate remarked, doing little to hide his pleased smirk knowing the bratty Darkspear had teased far too much. Enjoying the view of his delicate shapely form as he undressed.
