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It really doesn't matter how many slimes she's devoured, how many ranchers she's killed. Stepping foot in the mossy blanket was her first mistake.
And not running away was her final mistake~♡
When ambessa finally gets her claws on the pretty, lethargic largo...
What little energy she has will be going to mating, mating, and more mating. The huntress is going to have to feed the largo by hand so she doesn't go hungry~♡
Just because he's male and seems to think he's something special.
It won't stop the huntress from turning this barking little prey into her personal female mate~♡
The huntress is very happy with her new plaything, it can't break nor can it die~
So ambessa gets to let lose and hear those screams~♡
Just another night of ambessa playing the her chewtoy, those howls and squeals seem to echo throughout the whole of the mossy blanket.