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Be my Valentine - Wip 4

Borz's expression is : WTF ?!

Be my Valentine - Wip 2/3

"Fuck ! turn off that light"
Borz is in a bad mood

Be My Valentine : Roadmap

Hi everyone! For the rest of the "Be My Valentine" image series, here are the planned staging elements:

• The point of view is that of surveillance cameras hidden in Borz's room by E.G.G. Corp in order to monitor the orc and other creatures that escaped from E.G.G. Corp's research complexes.

• The first part you observe Borz sleeping.

• The second part the minotaur Boros enters the room, Borz is still snoring.

• The third part, Boros undresses.

• The fourth part Boros settles between the orc's legs and grabs his fat cock, waking Borz up by surprise.

• The fifth part the minotaur swallows the huge appendage, the orc is in ecstasy.

• The sixth part the orc ejaculates in the mouth of the minotaur a very large quantity of seed, which also comes out through the nostrils of the bovine.

• The seventh part, Boros is out of breath and looks tenderly at the orc.

• The 8th part, the minotaur settles on the body of the orc.

 These elements are provided to you for information purposes, depending on your assessment, I may be led to modify, add, or delete certain parts. ////////////

• The point of view is that of a surveillance camera hidden in the bathroom of Borz's apartment.

• The first part, Borz and Boros kiss while standing

• The second part, Boros turns around presenting his posterior to Borz who already holds his erect member towards the minotaur's ass.

• Part three, Borz penetrates the minotaur

• Part five, Borz holds the minotaur by the horns, penetrating it savagely with his big belly against the muscular back of the bovine.

• Part six, Borz releases the pressure in Boros' muscular belly, who begins to feel tight and places his hands against the shower window in front of him

• Part seven, Borz pulls the bovine against him by the pectorals, the bovine's belly too tight and pressed against the shower window.

• Part eight, Borz tenderly places his head on Boros' shoulder, who is out of breath.

 These elements are provided to you for information purposes only, depending on your assessment, I may modify, add, or delete certain parts.

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Things are still in development, so if you want to discuss what I'm preparing,
feel free to discuss it below or preferably on the discord channel https://discord.com/channels/1024803679666192447/1278399392306434140

Be My Valentine #01

That day, the orc Borz was sleeping soundly, lying on a large bed in one of his makeshift shelters, located on the eighth floor of a building in the heart of the GreenWood slums. His dreams were animated, judging by the growing and elusive erection that slowly snaked between his legs. It must be said that it had been a while since Borz had taken some time for himself.

It was 5:50 p.m.... Borz's phone vibrated, signaling a new message. It was his faithful right-hand man, the minotaur Boros, who wrote to him: "I'll be back home sooner."

The orc, too soundly asleep, paid no attention to this message. However, several dozen kilometers away, the arrival of the text did not go unnoticed: the observation cameras discreetly installed in his home captured every movement. Does the orc know he is being observed?

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This work will be available in the February package (Level 2/3/4) at the end of February.

Be My Valentine #01 - Wip

It's February 14th... Borz is sleeping peacefully in his makeshift apartment. A message appears on the orc's smartphone.

Be My Valentine #00

Don't hesitate, Borz is dying to feel your hands exploring his powerful torso.

Cover of this new short series of images involving Borz and Boros.

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This work will be available in the February package (Level 2/3/4) at the end of February.

My Valentine - Wip

It's a bit late for Valentine's Day IRL, but not for Borz and Boros.

The Eyes of the Night - Boros

UPDATED 20/02/2025 : Discover the story of Boros the Minotaur, his chaotic arrival in GreenWood, his discovery of true love with a human named Elian, and the heartbreaking injustice that will turn his fiery heart into a blaze of rage...
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On Gorethar, a planet where survival depended on brute strength and instinct, Boros was a feared mercenary. The ebony brown-furred minotaur, muscular and imposing, lived a solitary life, taking on perilous quests to support himself. He had a reputation as a relentless warrior, and it was without hesitation that he accepted a dangerous mission: to explore the Forest of Shadows, a place shrouded in mystery and terrifying tales. There was talk of demonic creatures and an ancient power lurking at its heart. But for Boros, only the lure of gain mattered.

After days of facing the dangers of the forest, he finally reached the heart of this cursed place. Before him stood ancient ruins, imbued with a palpable magical energy. As he cautiously advanced, a beam of light suddenly burst forth, eclipsing everything. The light overwhelmed his vision and senses, and he collapsed, his mind slipping into unconsciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, Boros, confused, realized that he was no longer on Gorethar. Around him, the landscape had changed: similar ruins surrounded him, but the sky, the air and the atmosphere seemed different. Even more disturbing, he was completely naked, his clothes and weapons gone. As he tried to understand what was happening to him, men in uniforms and helmets appeared. They wore strange clothes and weapons he had never seen, what intrigued him was the shape of some of the bodies accompanying the humans... They had nothing human, but looked more like Tharians.

Boros stiffened, ready to fight, but these humans were not like those of his planet. They seemed confident, organized and, surprisingly, well equipped.

The individuals subdued him without violence and took him to a center they called the MCP (Multispecies Coexistence Program). Boros quickly learned that he was now on Earth, transported in an inexplicable way. He was not the first Tharian to arrive on this planet, and this program had been designed to integrate the newcomers into a mixed society, where humans and Tharians coexisted. This idea upset the minotaur. On Gorethar, humans were a weak and submissive species, often reduced to slavery or used as a tool of pleasure. How could they coexist here with the Tharians? For Boros, this situation defied all logic.
During the first month, Boros, "prisoner" of the M.C.P. institute or human and Tharian guards followed each of the actions of him and other Tharians of his group, he was subjected to intensive courses. He learned the common terrestrial language, the history of humanity and the principles of this city called GreenWood, a utopian place where Tharians and humans live together. He remained skeptical, his mind constantly torn between his past on Gorethar and this new reality. The humans of Earth seemed so different... was empathy their true nature?

Everything changed during the second month, when the group of Tharians in training were mixed with a group of humans from cities outside GreenWood. It was a culture shock for Boros, and the first few days were tense. But over time, he developed a certain curiosity for one human in particular: Elian, a smiling young man with warm brown eyes and slightly tousled hair. Their first exchange was awkward. Boros, with his accent still marked, asked direct questions that made Elian laugh, but not with mockery... rather with sincere affection. Elian found something adorable in the minotaur's clumsiness, which deeply disturbed Boros. Never had a human spoken to him like that, with such gentleness.

Days passed, and Boros found himself seeking Elian's company. The human seemed fascinated by him, asking him a thousand questions about Gorethar, about his life as a mercenary. Boros, wary at first, gradually let himself go. When Elian put a hand on his arm for the first time, the minotaur felt an unknown warmth rise in him. He was not used to these sensations, but he did not push them away. Each moment spent with Elian seemed to soften the rough edges of his heart.

During the third month at the MCP institute, the Tharians in his group were allowed to move freely within the building, indeed, the security protocols were relaxed. Boros and Elian found themselves alone in the human's dormitory. The desire between them had become palpable over the days, a mutual attraction that neither of them dared to really verbalize. One night, however, everything changed. Elian, after a light conversation, placed a hand on the minotaur's cheek. Their eyes met, and without a word, their lips met. For Boros, it was a mixture of emotions: a sweetness he had never known, an intimacy he had never explored. It was a night that changed everything, a night when their bond became undeniable.

But this happiness was short-lived. During the fifth month, Boros, while going to get Elian from his dormitory, smelled a smell he knew too well: that of blood. Panicked, he quickened his pace and opened the door to discover a scene of horror. Elian was lying on the ground, bathed in a pool of blood. Boros rushed to his side, gently lifting him up. The human, panting, found the strength to raise a hand to the minotaur's face. In a weak breath, he uttered these words: "I love you. » Then his hand fell, and his gaze went blank.

Boros felt something inside him break. Tears he thought he couldn’t shed streamed down his face. He screamed, a cry of pain and rage. As a group of MCP guards entered the room, their weapons aimed at him, Boros turned to see a familiar face in the hallway: the taciturn orc of his group, a smirk tugging at his lips. Boros read the silent words on his lips: “Sorry, princess, I broke your toy.”

Boros was consumed by rage. His eyes flared red, and in a fit of fury, he threw himself at the orc, pushing aside the group of guards, some of whom crashed against the surrounding walls. The fight that followed was brutal. The walls shook under the force of the blows exchanged. Finally, Boros crushed the orc's life under his fists. But he knew that despite this injustice, he would not be able to escape the justice of humans, he had become the target to be shot down. Guards from the institute were arriving from all sides. Seeing no other way out, Boros threw himself at the dormitory window and jumped from the fourth floor, landing heavily on the ground.

Wounded but determined, he ran through the city, this unknown place, until he found himself in a dilapidated district: the slums of GreenWood. There, he was attacked by another orc, even more massive than the one he had faced. The orc crushed him against a wall, but instead of killing him, he listened to him, asking who he was. After a tense exchange, the orc introduced himself: Borz, another Tharian rejected by this system and victim of experimentation. He held out a massive hand to Boros: "Come with me, be my right-hand man. I promise you that we will make them pay." The minotaur took this hand. "My name is Boros." Thus began a new alliance, marking the beginning of Boros story in GreenWood.

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This work will be available in the February package (Level 2/3/4) at the end of February.

The Eyes of the Night #05

The minotaur advanced with a heavy step, his gait slightly hampered by a discomfort that was difficult to ignore. As he followed the path towards his leader, the orc Borz, his gaze continued to slide furtively, almost in spite of himself, towards the scene next to him. The human, on his knees, his belly distended, red and sweaty, did not pay attention to the minotaur and continued to moan weakly while liters of seed escaped from his posterior... A vision that should have simply aroused pity, but which, for Boros, aroused a very different response... instinctive... uncontrollable... : excitement.

He felt his breath grow heavier, his powerful chest rising slightly faster as a familiar heat rose in him. The image of this human marked by a wild union, an experience as brutal as it was intimate, tickled something irrepressible in his mind. His own body reacted without him being able to control it. A growing pressure settled in his crotch, and he growled softly, trying to calm this surge of desire that came to distract him.

However, it was too late. Under his tight pants, his member, of an imposing size as was common to the Tharians of his species, was awakening at an embarrassing speed. He felt his sex swell, lengthen, snaking along his thigh until it became a palpable weight and hindered in his movement. The growing rigidity pressed against the fabric of his pants and his sensitive skin, each step he took seemed to aggravate this tension.

Boros gritted his teeth, trying to keep calm. The feel of the thick fabric of his pants encasing his erection made him even more excited, each movement amplifying the crush against his muscular leg. He adjusted his pace slightly, trying to reduce the friction, but it only amplified the throbbing that pounded through his member.

He groaned again, this time deeper, as a shiver ran down his spine. It wasn’t the first time he’d felt this kind of uncontrollable arousal, but he couldn’t deny that this particular scene, this sight of a human being left in a state of cum discharge, awakened a primal instinct in him that was hard to ignore.

“Fuck…” he thought, frustrated by his own nature. Yet, a part of him relished this sensation, this burning reminder of his manhood on the verge of exploding, even as he did everything he could to contain himself. He tried to turn his mind away, to focus on his goal: to reach Borz. But his gaze was drawn again by the human's silhouette.

He slowed slightly, his feet hitting the tarmac with less conviction. His mind, although clouded by desire, still tried to formulate a rational thought. Humans... They had this strange way of mixing fragility and resistance, a combination that fascinated and attracted the Tharians. This man, on his knees, still suffering the effects of his own decision, was a living example of this duality. And, despite the pity he felt, Boros could not help but be captivated by this vision.

As he resumed his walk still hampered by the massive erection that weighed down his crotch, Boros growled one last time, the heat still very present in his loins. “Maybe this city pushes me to my limits too often,” he thought, clenching his fists to contain the excitement that continued to snake on his leg, stifled but never completely extinguished.

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...And meanwhile behind Boros... A rabbit accustomed to the slums continues to offer her generous seed to all those who open up to him... :D

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The Eyes of the Night #04

Across the sidewalk, an equally striking sight met the Minotaur Boros's gaze. A man of robust appearance was kneeling on the uneven sidewalk, his body struggling against the ordeal he had been through.

His belly, grotesquely distended, seemed on the verge of exploding. The skin, stretched to the limit, shone under the glare of the lights, revealing a tangle of bluish veins that ran across its reddened surface. Every movement, every quiver of his muscles seemed to aggravate the tension, as if his body was carrying a weight too heavy to contain.

The moans that escaped from his throat were muffled, almost guttural. Every now and then, a spasm ran through his abdomen, hastening the release of the seed contained in his abdomen and flowing slowly between his thighs to the pavement below, where it mingled with the filth of the alley.

His hairy torso, struck by his own ragged breathing, rose and fell irregularly. Sweat ran in long streaks, following the contours of his bulging muscles, clinging to the remains of his torn clothes. His jeans, another witness to the savagery of the moment, hung miserably on his hips, the back, completely ravaged, leaving a gaping access to his intimacy, still marked by the brutal frolics that had left him in this state.

Every attempt to straighten up seemed futile. His hands shook as they sought support on the pillar near him, but he kept falling forward, the weight in his belly keeping him on his knees, a prisoner of his own body.

When he tried to move, his insides seemed to rumble in protest, like a storm trapped in his swollen abdomen. The effort to evacuate all that hot seed was monumental, each contraction tearing a new groan from him as a trickle of that viscous liquid slowly, but insufficiently, escaped from him.

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This work will be available in the February package (Level 2/3/4) at the end of February.

The Eyes of the Night - Boros - wip

A rendering of Boros bust for your wallpaper

The Eyes of the Night #05 - wip

Close-up of the Boros minotaur for this last scene.

Poll results "Choose your Duo"

Hi everyone!

The results are in… and it’s Boros, the muscular minotaur, and Borz, the orc with a beer belly but just as strong, who win your votes! you clearly have a weakness for big arms (and big bellies 👀).

I’m starting to work on this unlikely duo today. It’s going to be the perfect opportunity to illustrate the bonds that unite these two big brutes… 💪

Can’t wait to show you what it’s going to be like! Thanks for your support 💖

Valentine's Day artwork - Choose your Duo

Hey everyone! Hope you're all doing great!

I'm feeling better 😛 and I've been thinking about a little surprise for Valentine's Day!

I want to work on an illustration featuring a duo of characters, and I've selected two possible pairs:

❤️ Boruk & Jonathan (an orc and a human)

💪 Boros & Borz (a minotaur and an orc)

It's up to you to decide which duo you'd like to see! Vote for your favorite before February 12, 2025, at 6 PM (Paris time).

Thank you for your support. I can't wait to see the results! 🥰🎨

I'm Back

Hi everyone, I'm feeling a little better, the fever is at a more reasonable level.
Thank you for your messages of sympathy ;)

The Eyes of the Night #03

The narrow alley echoed with a dull, organic pounding, each blow throwing Dorval further against the metal pillar in front of him. The cold of the iron clashed violently with the burning heat that enveloped him from behind, an icy bite against a feverish embrace. The massive orc did not slow down, his raspy breath mingling with the humid echoes of the night. He accelerated, each movement deeper, stronger!

“Damn…he’s coming…”

Dorval’s whisper was lost in the echoes of the alley. Then, suddenly, he felt heat invade him, surging through his insides like a burning wave. A pressure settled in his belly, at first diffused, then impossible to ignore. He felt his abdomen tense, distended under the weight of this unstoppable flow of seed, each passing second amplifying the heaviness in his belly.

How far could it go? How much more could he hold before his own body gave way under the pressure?

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This work will be available in the February package (Level 2/3/4) at the end of February.

The Eyes of the Night #04 - wip

Close-up on the human whose distended belly makes him lose his balance... could he have also met an orc? Or maybe a rabbit?

A little setback…

Hi everyone,

Just a quick note to keep you updated: the flu has decided to knock me out this week. Fever, fatigue… the perfect combo to slow down my plans.

But don’t worry, I will do everything I can to keep my commitments and produce the content planned for this month of February. For now, I need to rest and regain my strength, in order to come back in top form as soon as possible.

Thank you for your patience and support. I will keep you updated as soon as I feel better!

Take care of yourself and your loved ones,
Etan.

The Eyes of the Night #02

Dorval loved dangerous nights, those where the unknown made him shudder at every street corner, where adrenaline rose with every step in the dark alleys of the Greenwood slums. But tonight, he had found something bigger, stronger, more implacable than usual. An orc! The mass of tense muscles and raw heat, effortlessly pinned him against a cold metal pillar, its hot breath brushing his neck, and its enormous cock already at attention.

Without mercy, the orc penetrated Dorval's unprepared ass.

A steel grip seized his hips, holding him firmly in place. Each movement of the creature made his body vibrate, each contact awakened in him a pleasure that he could not deny.

The orc was merciless, dominating every inch of him with a ferocious intensity. The human felt his skin marked by this animal force, his senses consumed by the suffocating heat of this endless night.

Greenwood had its predators, and tonight, Dorval was only prey offered to their insatiable appetite.

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This work will be available in the February package (Level 2/3/4) at the end of February.

The eyes of the night #3 - wip

An alternative angle from which to enjoy the results of the orc's hard work :P

JANUARY 2025 PACKAGE AVAILABLE

Hi everyone !

The Level2 (FHD) , Level3 (4K)  and Level4 (8K) JANUARYpackages are available :

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And also on Discord.

I hope you've enjoyed this month's work ;)

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Thank you all for your support and trust.

Take care of yourselves and your loved ones ;-)

~Etan

The Eyes of the Night #01

The alleys of the GreenWood slums exuded a stifling atmosphere, saturated with acrid smells and languorous murmurs. A lawless zone, a territory shaped by unfulfilled desires and the total absence of authority. Here, Borz reigned supreme, his imposing shadow silhouetted against the pale glow of the flickering neon lights.

The hybrid orc advanced with a slow and assured step, his massive silhouette digging a respectful trail among the Tharians and humans seeking forbidden thrills. His green skin, marked by the tattoos snaking along his powerful arms, gleamed under the artificial lighting. Borz carried the scent of danger, a raw and untamable aura, reinforced by his Lykaon ancestry. His hairy body betrayed the beast within him, the one he tried to chain every full moon night, fighting against the curse imposed by E.G.G. Corp.’s experiments.

At his side, Boros, the scarred minotaur, accompanied him in silence. His massive build rivaled that of his leader, and his scars told stories of fierce battles and insubordination. He walked half-back, his dark gaze scanning the environment, weighing the wandering souls that haunted the district’s alleys. His imposing presence was enough to maintain order in this organized chaos, a brute force ready to unleash itself at the slightest sign of disrespect.

The duo’s passage attracted glances, some filled with fear, others with envy. Bodies intermingled in the shadows, hoarse breaths rose between the gaps of the dilapidated buildings. The streets echoed with muffled moans, dense and humid exchanges, and gurgling noises.

Borz savored this spectacle silently, his eyes piercing the darkness, capturing the slightest tremors of this nocturnal fauna. He himself was not insensitive to this atmosphere, and he could feel the latent excitement running under his skin, a familiar tension that was just waiting to be released.

Boros, more reserved, tried to contain his confusion. His gaze lingered on a scene that captivated his attention, a shiver running down his spine: in front of him, a rather well-built human, sporting a belly stretched to its limits, filled with the seed of his long-gone partner.

Boros watches the human moan, trying to expel this abundant seed gurgling in his intestines. This vision excites the minotaur, whose shape of his cock, molded under his pants, leaves no doubt of what he desires.

Observing the minotaur, Borz sketched a wry smile, he knew his right arm too well not to detect the fleeting glimmers of desire that set his gaze ablaze.

For his part, the hybrid admired the antics of an orc brutally manipulating the frail body gorged with Orkspire of a human whose pregnant belly sloshes with each thrust of his partner's hips.

Borz's products circulated in the darkness of the alleys, exchanged for money or favors. Orkspire, this powerful aphrodisiac stolen from the laboratories of E.G.G. Corp, had elevated him to the rank of king in this empire of pleasure, offering those who dared to succumb to his temptations nights of ecstasy beyond the ordinary. This black market of desire guaranteed him unchallenged power, a domination that extended far beyond the walls of the slums.

Yet, beneath this façade of excess and power, a deep anger boiled within him. The burden of his heritage, the taint of his Orc blood, the loss of control during the nights of the full moon, and the visceral hatred he felt towards those who had made him suffer… all this weighed on his shoulders in a menacing silence, feeding a ferocious rage towards those who had shaped him this way. Without Boros at his side, perhaps Borz would have already given in to pure savagery. But he was not a beast. Not yet.

Tonight, the city was his. Tonight, he would subdue it, as he had always subdued all those who stood in his way.

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This work will be available in the January package (Level 2/3/4) at the end of January.

The eyes of the night #2 - wip

At what force does the poor human, trapped between the metal pole and the orc's 200 kg of muscle, get ruthlessly impaled ?

The eyes of the night #1 - wip

The nights in the lower neighborhoods of GreenWood, a place of no rights, are always very lively and the orc Borz accompanied by two of his right-hand men, the minotaur Boros and the orc Krulogr ensure this.

Boros Minotaur - Wip

I present to you this new minotaur, one of the bodyguards and right-hand man of the orc Borz: Boros

Edit : Character name change

Edit 2 : This character is finally finished.

Borz Silver Claws - The eyes of the night

Borz is an Orc who has never found his place in GreenWood society. His wild and violent temperament has made him a constant threat to citizens and local authorities despite many months of apprenticeship and controlled training, but he is an Orc too proud of his culture who does not esteem other species.

Rejected by his peers, but considered a perfect specimen for experimentation, he was sent to the clandestine research complex of E.G.G. Corp, a medical company specializing in the study of Tharians and the medical development of GreenWood located under the Multispecies Coexistence Program Institute building.

In this complex where ethics is a forgotten concept, Borz was subjected to a series of experiments. Among these experiments, a genetic manipulation caused spectacular changes: Borz developed the ability to transform himself into a hybrid creature half-Orc, half-Lykaon, his bestial form taking over his personality on full moon nights. This gift, normally unique to the Lykaon race, was artificially implanted in him through experimental genetic modifications. His body was strengthened, his senses heightened, and his natural violence amplified by this new bestial form.

One night of the full moon, his new bestial nature burst into the open. Freed from all inhibitions and amplified by his transformation, Borz broke his chains and sowed bloody chaos in the complex. Scientists were reduced to shreds, guards were crushed under his fury, and the laboratories were ravaged in an orgy of destruction. Thanks to these new abilities, Borz managed to free himself from his shackles and escape from the complex.

Borz found refuge in the lower neighborhoods of GreenWood, a lawless zone where the law has never had any hold. He quickly established himself as a key figure there, gathering around him a band composed of Orcs and other outcasts rejected by society.

In this urban jungle, Borz thrived, exploiting the illegal trade of stolen or diverted products, including experimental substances from the laboratories of the E.G.G. Corp. These products, initially designed for medical purposes, are sought after for their usefulness as tools of unbridled pleasure, participating in the nocturnal animation of the lower neighborhoods controlled by the Orc/Lykaon hybrid.

Every night, Borz wanders the dark and dirty alleys of the lower neighborhoods, sometimes accompanied by his henchmen, in order to make his law reign and satisfy his carnal desires increased tenfold since his transformation into a hybrid.

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This work will be available in the January package (Level 2/3/4) at the end of January.

Borz Silver Claws - The eyes of the night - Wip

I was pleasantly surprised by the enthusiasm around this character, thank you! So I decided to produce two images. One representing the bust of Borz, perfect for a wallpaper, and the second, very nsfw, featuring Borz, in the environment in which he usually evolves: The slums. A place feared by the authorities of GreenWood where debauchery reigns and led with an iron fist by Borz.

I promise I will tell you more about this character very soon.

Borz Silver Claw - Wip

This character is currently in development. You'll find out a lot more about him very soon ;)

Edit : Borz is a special Orc.

NNN Final Day - Grow Juice #11

Despite the overwhelming heat and the growing excitement that seemed to seep into every fiber of his body, Boruk was beginning to seriously worry. This phenomenon was beyond anything he had ever experienced. Could being frustrated really cause such visible physical growth? It defied all logic, and even for an orc, it seemed aberrant.

Boruk froze in shock for a moment, his wide eyes staring at his boxer. Then, with a sudden movement, Boruk stood up from the weight bench where he was sitting. In the movement his boxers to rip even more, a tearing sound echoing through the silent room. The fabric, already on the verge of rupture, could no longer contain his grotesquely oversized testicles, which continued to grow visibly.

“What the hell is this…?” "he growled, gesticulating in discomfort, his deep voice betraying a mixture of anger and panic.

The frantic pace of his heart continued to increase, accompanying the pounding of his veins more and more visible under its green skin. The tingling he had initially felt in his stomach had now spread throughout his body. His arms, his legs, his torso, everything seemed to be boiling. Every muscle was tense!

The increasing weight between his legs was becoming difficult to manage, making his movements clumsy. In an agitated gesture, Boruk took a step back to try to regain some semblance of control, but it was a serious mistake.

The orc stepped back too quickly, his heel catching the edge of the weight bench. His arms failing in a desperate attempt to steady himself... to no avail.

With a surprised grunt, Boruk toppled backwards.

*CRASH!*

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This work will be available in the January package (Level 2/3/4) at the end of January.

NNN Final Day - Grow Juice #11 - WIP

Watch out for the bench behind you Boruk... Ouch...