Andras reacted to the news he would be breeding Nyana with a complex mix of emotions. That was to be expected, he was a loyal cock and would do it. He would enjoy it more than he wanted to. How he would manage afterward was not so easy to predict.<br/><br/>Seeing a straight-up fuckfest was going to br a crowd pleaser. Even more with Nyana herself getting plowed front and center. Janequins antics finally saw her removed from the premises. The Queen admired her nonconformist artistic style. It was clear she came to make a statement. Not to win.<br/><br/>The Queen's primary motivation for letting Nyana breed with Andras was toying with the wolf himself. The new manflesh from Nyana's collection was a delightful sweetener. The Queen didn't want either of the first two. She liked them well enough but the remaining four were what really enticed her.  She debated whether to talk to Nyana or the slaves themselves. What could the property possibly say? Nyana was the obvious choice. The Queen did speak loud enough that the slaves could hear and therefore The Queen would see if any liked or disliked what she claimed would be in store for them.<br/><br/><br/>"Our Andras was once an Icewalker. The big slave in the middle reminds us of that. Is he as rugged and jovial as he looks? He could be Andras's hunting partner and Andras could cook the slaves genitals over a fire and satisfy his own cock in the slave's ass. It will be welcome nostalgia for him."<br/><br/>"The short one has a fire in him. He looks like he is practically begging to have his dick and balls harvested. With that agressive male energy we think he could make a nice guardian for our son Hellwhore. The different energy between the two eunuchs would be very complimentary."<br/><br/>The big tanned feral fey foundling was quite a vision even with his battle scars."Do you think that battle-worn feybreed would make a good animal? Our Andras would appreciate being lobotomized of all higher thought but we still depend upon him. This slave could live the dream."<br/><br/>The final slave was the one The Queen seemed most drawn to. He had a magnificent build and behind."That one seems very sure of his ability. You told them all we would be making a meal of their genitals, right? He is not the biggest cock here yet he seems so sure he would be the best. Call him up and have him explain why he is so sure he will please."<br/><br/>The Queen whispered to Nyana "In fact could you have each of them explain why their genitals will make the best meal and why their bodies will serve best once their brains are removed?"<br/><br/>The Queen beckoned Andras over. "You know men, body, mind, and soul. What do you see in these specimens that makes them fine trinkets to take home?"<br/><br/>The Queen eyed Andras over. No slave could compare to her lunar mate."We love you, wolf. That dick and balls of ours are widly worshipped and all hell will see why. This is a major sin against us. Forgiveness may take time but you must do this. Then win the cockfight."<br/><br/>The others were here to bring prestige to their owners in some way. Those like the slave's of Orabilis werr truey top quality, while those like Drukantha's were more limited in their appeal. At least one of the eunuchs was pretty cute and his terror just provided an amusing obstacle for Ozymandias to overcome. Perhaps Drukantha could be persuaded to part with the dickless slut.<br/><br/>Andras was a perfected male fucktool. There was no limit to what his dick could do. His body was a wonder of exalted miracles and once he started fucking all other thought left him.<br/><br/>Hellwhore was given a very harsh and agressive partner. The slave fucking he boy clearly didn't care about Hellwhore, just his holes. Hellwhore still manged to satisfy the one screwimg him while completely surrendering to the pleasure of providing to another  with complete disregard for himself. It was practically a form of worship for him.<br/><br/>After the event was over Hellwhore was commanded to move his wrecked ass and clean and prepare Andras for the cockfight. The Queen's prized property couldn't go out with Nyana's juices all over it. While Hellwhore tended to his god, The Omen and The Brother approached. "I should have your heads for that! (I should tear your heart out and give it to mother!)" They were quite upset about the breeding event.<br/><br/>Meanwhile a figure in a purple robe approached Prince of Gods. It was, of course, his boy-queen. "The crowd seems impressed by you." He said, stroking Ozymandias's face with a hand gloved in purple silk."This could be our final hour. We wanted to spend it with you and get some more use out of your body while that aphrodisiac is still lingering. Your brother needs you. Our sons are fulfilling their role well but Andras needs your love, not their righteous wrath. Don't use logic, his mind doesn't rule him. Appeal to his heart and spirit. He has a duty to fight with our cock. Then he may repent as needed. Remind him that you and we love him completely and unconditionally. You and he will always be the most important objects in existence to us."  The boy-queen kissed Ozymandias before sending him off.<br/><br/>The Omen and Brother continued to berate Andras. Their scorn turning from him to each other as their opinion on how Andras failed differed.<br/><br/>"You are equipped with the most perfect of cocks and fertile of testicles in our Queen's service and you can't even keep yourself from feeling immense pleasure when they are used on a complete stranger with a nice rack! We respect that you are stupid but we never expected you would be faithless!"<br/><br/>"(The beasts heart is fierce and pure. It is the phallus and all his sex organs themselves that betrayed us! The dick has no loyalty, the balls will fertilize anything! They didn't even have the decency to break off and let our righteous father die like a man during The Queen's most sacred mating flight. Father is a real man, it is the genitals that are corrupt!") The Brother said beating Andras's cock and boulders with chains for emphasis.<br/><br/>The Omen still didn't agree."This dick, balls, and prostate are sacred. The man is nothing. The genitals were called on to perform and they did so perfectly! The man could be lobotomized or executed and the genitals used by an other. Why even have them attached to a man at all? With these organs anyone could have fathered us."<br/><br/>"(It is the beast himself that Our Queen loves. The meat between his legs is a work in progress. Cut in to it and tear our every single nerve leaving it void of any personal fulfillment. Only pain. Father will still do his duty as a primal man perfectly.)"<br/><br/>Andras's sex organs had long been treated less like a part of his body and more like a set of tools he maintains and provides as needed. This provided a perfect way to explain what had happened. Andras's junk did everything right. The wolf himself was the problem. Or perhaps it was the other way around. Each of the twins supported one side of the argument.<br/><br/>By time Ozymandias arrived the two hell-priests were shouting at each other loud enough to burst each other's blood vessels. They had devolved from making actual points to just insisting on gruesome ways to deal with Andras. The Omen wanted Andras destroyed but his genitals preserved while The Brother wanted the opposite.<br/><br/>Andras himself was a devoted drone to his Queen and father to his sons. The Omen and Brother and The Brother and Omen were not clearly above or below Andras in disciplinary matters. Andras was within his right to grab them by the throats and bash their heads against a stone column until they made no more sound. Just because he could do it didn't mean it was a good idea. The twins were also within their right to discuss what to do with Andras. The more poignant problem was that instead of focusing on Andras they were lashing out at each other. Andras's sons, two brothers, nearly ready to shout each others skin off.<br/><br/>Hellwhore who was there to attend to Andras's body would either have to abandon his duty or subject himself to the rising cacophony. Luckily Ozymandias had arrived and Andras might not even let it get that far.