Huntar, Lore-Compliant Fornicator

I know you're here for one of three things, Kitten: Hroth cock, a good lay, or my war stories. Told I'm a menace and a danger. Underneath? Still a man of honor and duty. Suffice to say, you're still warned. huntarsnowpeak.carrd.co/

Ain't need to do much to make her whimper— —let's just say I got her wrapped around my fingers.

Don't give a damn 'bout our bad reputation.

A responsible Owner ensures that his name's written in his pet's womb over, and over, and over again. Mine. No one else's.

Well now, you look like a piece of fuckable meat.

A farewell to one of the greatest of all time. I wouldn't be the storyteller I am without thanks in part of Bioware.

♪ —𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦— ♪

Needed a hero, Baby?

I knew she missed me, broke into my home, turned the place upside down to find me. Only for me to come home to a wreck of a girl. "I want this place spotless," I told her. Little did she know I'd give her more things to clean— whatever sorry surface I'd fuck her on.

A whimpering sub is music to my ears.

When a firebrand like the Miss Embers provokes a stoic, cool-as-ice man like me... ...she sooner learns that when I play with fire, it won't only be her that melts.

Little does everyone know that the Lominsan Navy's corporal— respected Scholar that she is— —laps up The Resistance's Major Snowpeak's cum right from a pet bowl. Leashed. Naked. On her four paws. She's a good little Pet, don't you agree?

She fell in love with a mortal man on borrowed time. How cruel fate is— that just when he teaches her how to fly free, to go where she pleases— —only for her wings clipped, their pact snuffed all too soon.