"Allow me to elaborate. To be a breeder bull for the cultists of Luxuria is a high honor. One that must be met with even higher performance. Now, I am not a person well endowed with monstrously huge genitals, but I do have something that excels in this situation far beyond many others. Endurance. To last against wave after wave of matronly bodies, demanding your semen to fill their womb, is not something for the weak willed. This is something I very much can do. Not only has my body been trained to exert itself beyond normal exhaustion, sleep is something I can continue with little of. For hours I may continue to plunge myself into woman after woman, through sweat and tiredness. When I may rest, it will be for only three or four hours before I am once more into the fray.
While I know that it is important to know the body of the one you are breeding in order to bring them their upmost pleasure, I am still capable of maneuvers to go beyond simple sex. I am a man who can mate, positions that put me further in and positions that quite frankly look a little silly. I can do them all. If necessary it is possible for me to take care of, as it were, multiple at once. Now, this is not in terms of breeding, as I cannot exactly duplicate my member, but it is in terms of pleasure. I have a good deal of experience with my fingers, I have trained on how to aim at the right spots much like a lockpick. And I plan to crack the safe that is the pleasure receptor.
I consume, as well, a specific formula in order to keep my seed as virile and thick as possible. My insemination rate is nothing to balk at and I have no plans to lower that rate any time soon. I am no simple breeder bull, I am a breeder boar. I will take those lovely, plush bodies into my bed and they will leave as mothers. My mating will be passionate, fierce, and always successful. I will be fed as I mate, given water as I mate, and I will relax as I mate. I submit to only stopped this when in need of the restroom or rest. Beyond this, you may consider my body yours in its entirety to use and milk until dry. I await your acceptance with bated breath."
An intercepted letter from an unnamed Rosebutan Overseer.
Reportedly imprisoned for treason. Punishment would have been execution,
but the judge lessened the sentence as the reasoning was "relatable in nature."