German Beast - ASMR Book Teaser Narration (Audio-Only) (Patreon)

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To say that Hans won the genetic lottery is the understatement of the fucking millennium!

Genetic lottery?? There is no such thing as a "lottery" for a stud like him. If there was a lottery, then he didn't merely "win" it, but smashed it! Destroyed it! Utterly annihilated and escaped with the combined winnings of all the most beautiful and well-endowed human beings on the planet, but... as I said, there is no such thing as "lottery" when this golden-haired, blue-eyed Teutonic masterpiece is involved.

Hans is not the byproduct of mere chance or randomness, but of the careful curation of genes across hundreds of generations! From as far back as the first proto-Viking of Northern Scandinavia, the predecessors who would one day birth this male masterpiece carefully mated with only the tallest, the strongest, the most muscular, and above all, the most well-endowed specimens of their people.

Their commitment to genetic improvement was unparalleled! Over five thousand years of relentless breeding, Hans's forebearers invaded, killed, and conquered countless civilizations, taking only their most prized studs and potent mares to mate with, and producing ever-stronger, more beautiful offspring with each military (and sexual) conquest.

The women were chosen for their colossal breasts and prominent buttocks, as well as the length and sturdiness of their legs, the stockiness of their frames, and the length of their stamina during battle—both in the fields and in the bedsheets.

The men, needless to say, were chosen for their musculature, power, and the colossal size of their genitals.

Both men and women, however, were judged and ranked equally in terms of height, musculature, temperament, and raw physical strength. Both the males and females of Hans's bloodline—the massive studs and fecund mares!—had to be assertive, aggressive, virile, and pack mule-like muscles along with the desire to breed with only the strongest specimens of Europa.

Five thousand years! Five thousand years spread over two hundred and fifty generations until the ultimate male masterpiece was produced! A virile stud that pushed past the limits of mere humanity and crowned himself the apex of all life on Earth! The most flawless breeding machine ever conceived! A bull, a horse, a stallion that far outranked his literal animal counterparts in stamina, fecundity, muscle mass, and genitalia!

A Teutonic god! A Germanic monster! A White, Caucasian absolute unit!

Hans! Hans! Hans! The most utterly flawless stud to have ever walked the Earth! A demigod with an appendage to intimidate elephants and make bulls commit suicide out of shame! The most virile, muscular White man you have never seen, my dearest reader, in any filthy erotic or debauched pornographic work... until now!

Five thousand pounds of finely trimmed, well-cut, prime beef muscle! Corded pecs, rock-hard abs, and shoulder blades like mountains beside his tree-tunk-thick neck! Humongous egg-shaped boulders, each as voluminous as a basketball and several times heavier than a bowling ball, sloshing and churning with ungodly thick breeding syrup! The most massive, overwhelming, womb-stuffing seedmakers capable of filling dozens of swimming pools with nothing but hyper-concentrated broth, each drop equivalent to the yearly produce of one hundred horses in potency!

And, of course, a manhood to match! Two feet of soft snake dangling from his hips and cushioned by these massive, fat, overwhelming eggs! You read it right: two feet! Hans's manhood is a hair over twenty-four inches when it's soft! Soft! I repeat: SOFT!! When he is hard...

Oh. My. Fucking. GOD!

When he is hard, he becomes a two-headed man: one head on his neck, and the other head, well, being the tip of his monumental breeder standing at eye-level with him!

And it's a long way up from his hips, by the way, given that he stands nearly eight feet tall on legs more girthy and tremendous than any tree trunk found in the darkest forests of the German hills or the longest-lasting Greek and Roman columns in the Mediterranean!

Muscles upon muscles atop muscles wrapped around muscles over muscles and under more muscles empowering and reinforcing his titanic physique, which shines not as a beacon of salvation to humankind, but as an instrument of domination and humiliation.

Damn right! Hans can not only pick up your girl, you puny human, but—if she's hot enough—stretch her and resize her in a way that not even horses can ever satisfy her again! Hans was born and bred not to save humanity or guide the species to a better, brighter path, but to eliminate and replace it, instead, with his mightier genes.

Think of him as Omniman, from that PNG-sliding slop show called Invincible—only that Omniman is a fucking goddamned PUSSY compared to this solid, iron-hard slab of neutron-star-dense white muscles!

When he is not collecting the hottest women, bustiest maidens, and fattest-assed Caucasian seed dumbsters the world has to offer, or fecundating and fertilizing and breeding and mating like a beast, a monster, a machine with his already thousand-strong harem of potent Valkyries and equally fertile babes, Hans works as a muscle for hire (literally, in this case) hunting down the toughest criminals and single-handedly beating the crap out of armed groups all over the planet—all while claiming their wives and girlfriends as war brides!

This book you're about to read focuses on the most special case in this eighteen-year-old muscle monster's career. Here, Hans is hired to take down a mysterious Latin American druglord who has been running amok in the jungles of Venezuela... and who might actually be the only guy in the world able to rival him in size, power, musculature, and endowment!

You see, this criminal, who goes by the name of El Mulo, is rumored to be a six-foot-six breeding machine with muscles almost as finely cut as Hans's, and an endowment to put to shame any horse or rhino out there. His breeding boulders are colossal, fat, and always full of seed. His beauty is said to cause any human—man or woman—to combust spontaneously into nearly uncontrollable orgasms! And his appendix, though vastly inferior to Hans's (duh), is well over two feet long (twenty-four fucking inches!) when it's "awake" and ready to bash wombs like an Ottoman obus breaking through the Walls of Constantinople!

If Hans manages to find this stud, he will take over what's arguably the world's finest, grandest harem other than his own! Hundreds of dark-skinned, Latina babes brimming with fertility and hot, wet wombs ready and eager to be conquered by a superior stud, a white-skinned, dominating Alpha bull who will absolutely wash any trace of his rival males' nectar from their insides, and make them whole like no other animal with his much longer, fatter, harder, veinier, more muscular, and infinitely more virile third leg!

And lo! Hans didn't know how right he was when he set out to the Latin American jungles to apprehend this criminal muscle meat and abscond with his wives, for in the depths of El Mulo's sweaty, humid camp lies a prize more precious than even El Mulo's swollen eggs and fat, slow-swinging, bronze snake: three colossally busty, enormously fat-assed natives that will put even this white beast's most seasoned and experienced wives out of commission with their insatiable lust and their demonic, succubus-like sex drive! Three superbly well-endowed Latina boytoys eager to add their tropical-flavored blood to this German bull's flawless genes!

Gigi Potemkin, the horniest woman alive, outdoes herself in this filthy tale of interracial fornication and BWC, white boy virility! Almost one hundred thousand words of her most erogenous, forbidden sex scenes yet, combining straight sex (both interracial and white-on-white) with outlandishly debauched and steamy gay scenes (Hans V. El Mulo)!

It's an absolutely fucking doozey!! And I cannot wait (I'm speaking in first person now, fuck it) for you to sink into these pages and absolutely explode your groin, break your wrist, and rupture all the tendons in your arm by furiously gooning to their words, which amount to, by far and wide, my hottest story yet—and this is saying something!

Grab a towel (or a scuba gear) and dive right in, for this tale will offer you nothing less than millions of gallons of sweat, womb-sauce, and—of course—the thickest, creamiest white boy nectar ever described in pornographic fiction!

Hopefully, you will survive with your sanity (but definitely not your junk) intact.

Wish you luck!