The officer extends his powerful arm, that ‘License to Breed’ paper gripped firmly between his fingers, a cocky smirk playing on his lips as he looks the visiting alpha dead in the eyes.

"Consider this your official Kentucky welcome. Signed and authorized by me. While you’re in my territory, this license gives you full rights to breed anything — or anyone — you damn well please. No questions. No limits. You see a tight hole worth claiming? It’s yours. You want to pin some whores down and pump them full until they’re dripping your load? Go ahead, stud. I’ll make sure they are legally — maybe also physically — gagged to contest your lawful subjugation of their mind and body to your whim and desire. Out here where breeding runs deep and the stallions run stronger, we respect real men like you. So take it. Use it. Break in whatever catches your eye and leave them shaking, bred, and knowing exactly who owns them now. And if you need a hand enforcing that license…...well, you can just reach out to us in uniform and we'll gladly help ya spread that legs, shut that mouth or do whatever you damn well please. I won’t mind watching an alpha like you work. Welcome to Kentucky, brother,"

"No face, no case"

Lol, what case? The moment his meaty monster penetrated that tight hole, she won't even argue how stupid she sounds like to make a fuss about denying such pleasure and resisting her God-given function as men's seed captor. So, there's no need to hide his handsome face, there's no shame anyway in claiming ownership for what's yours to play with