Kingdom and glory - Royal campaign 2-4 (Patreon)

The entire royal district soon turned into an orgy with thousands of men. The bull's presence pushed the warriors to forget about women and loot for a deeper sensual experience. Muscles and strength, manliness and sweaty bodies shining under the fires in the night, the unique feeling of connecting with a stranger in a religious ecstasy for the body. The sexual glorification of men, brought to the maximum level. The air itself is intoxicating, the musk and the drugs left to burn by the clerics to calm and excite the men. The sounds of hundreds of men breeding, grunting and growling in the night. 

A couple of men fight over a pageboy they never met before. The young man enjoys the spectacle until the winner tackles down the other man and breeds him, at which point it was clear that he'll have to wait for him and decides to leave them to have fun. He finds a man drinking nearby. Stocky, sweaty, covered in scars and a thick fur of curly dark hair. His grizzled hair hid some new scars under it. His thick beard covers his chin and some drops of water remain on it as he turns around, looking at the pageboy. He never met him before, and it doesn't matter, his manliness attracted him as if he was in heat. The sturdy warrior grabs his head and kisses him, again and again. These sloppy kisses drooled all over his chest as he walks backwards on the grass. The man pushes him down and starts breeding him... they fall in love as they have sex, and decide to stay together for the night.

The satyr boy Paidì watches the couple leave from the orgy and get closer to the palace. He spies them in the dark from the windows, just like the women who assist in disbelief to that homoerotic pile of warriors having sex with each other. It's not in their culture, and it's something the roxans made them forget when they colonized because they forbade unions between males. 

Burly and sweaty warriors piled on top of each other in a manly cacophony of grunts and growls, with hairy muscles shining under the fires in the night with the good graces of their patron god, who took part in their carnal celebration, intoxicated by the musk and the pleasing sounds of slapping flesh and masculine voices filling the air. Some clerics walked in the gardens to give herbs and fruits that ensured the orgy to go on, and so it happened for the next few hours...