"Are you still needing more Mistress Ira?" the elf asks, looking down at my sweaty form and leaning in slightly for a better look. I watch as her nostrils flare, her eyelids fluttering a little at my scent as though it on it's own was pushing her over the edge.
She bites at her lip, struggling with some inner turmoil as her eyes roam over me.
"I am... very sorry Mistress..." she barely manages to croak out, the elf standing up as she clasps her hands in front of her and takes on a more prim and proper pose. "I... do not think I have it in me to give you any more of my..." she states with a shuddering breath.
"Your?..." I begin to wheeze, rolling over a little in the bed as I feel the muscly tail extending from just above my plump ass force my hips to raise themselves up naturally.
"I can still help Mistress" the elf states, the desperation oozing from her light and airy voice with each word. "I can fetch Catharus the Bull, I've even been letting him around the milking stock to get him pent up" she coos, wriggling her slender hips excitedly as her cheeks begin to grow a bright red. "I... bound him up of course, he hasn't had a chance to..." she begins to explain breathlessly, her gaze drifting to my crotch before she cuts herself off.
Before I can really respond she quickly hops in place, pivoting about face as she power walks out the nearby double doors with overt purpose. Her stride quickness as she shoves her way past the towers dark wooden door, soon leaving her racing out of sight as the sound of her feet steps quickly fade from earshot.
For a moment I'm left in silence, my shaky and unsteady breath along with my slow and weakened heart beat being all that fills my large pointed ears. The subtle creaking of the room around me soon fades into the soundscape. Beams in the rendered walls shift, the large arching stained glass windows beyond the light curtain of the four poster bed rattle subtly in the wind outside.
My impossibly long tongue slowly snakes from my mouth, the tip sliding over my dry lips as I favor the taste of the blonde seemingly young woman who had just raced from the room.
"Delicious..." I sigh, shivering and shuddering at the sensual delight in my voice. My tired eyes go wide as things suddenly crash back down around me, the lustful and famished daze clearing in a heart beat as I feel inch after inch of long prehensile tongue slide from my maw.
My heart begins to race, my mind turning to flee or finding somewhere to hide or more importantly finding some way out of all this. I clamber up from my sideways state, my arms shaking heavily as they struggle to prop up my weakened yet voluptuous form. As I try to get my legs under me I let out a squeal, my gaze soon being met with the sight of a set of black hooves peeking out from beneath the hem of my dress.
My tail lashes around beneath me, the powerful pointed appendage reacting to my surprise with a violent shifting. I lurch over onto my hands and knees, my rear raised in the air as I try to duck away from the sharp pointed tip waving wildly in the air.
A loud huff and grunt escapes my plump lips as my chest squishes into the soft and plush mattress and blankets beneath me, my face likewise smooshing into the luxurious bedding as my hair tangles around my head. I feel the weight of the thick tail tilt over, the pointed tip coming to rest atop my scalp as the disturbing heft almost pins me to the bed.
"Where am..." I wheeze, growing breathless as the air escapes my foreign lungs.
I don't get a chance to finish my sentence, my inhale catching sharply in my throat as I hear the sound of something massive stomping up the hallway. I writhe in an effort to dislodge myself from my crumpled prone state, my eyes catching the sight of a wriggling purple figure with glowing pink eyes in a hazy reflection beyond the thin curtain.
I watch in horror as the reflection of the wooden door behind me swings open with a wild slam, a towering heavily tan humanoid creature revealing itself in the doorway as a familiar blonde figure stands slightly behind it.
Before I can react the creature howls, the deep booming voice doing little to hide the downright terror within. It quickly turns to leave, it's slender black slapping into the door frame as the beast barrels towards the relatively tiny blonde.
Before any impact the beast freezes up, the blonde elf raising her hands as a light green glow emanates from her palms and eyes. The howls of terror soon turn to low grumbles of some odd discomfort, it's breath growing heavier by the second.
"Sorry Mistress Ira..." the familiar cheery and flustered voice of the elf calls out. "Catharus is still uneasy around you it seems, I have no idea how anyone could not see you as anything less than a goddess" she states, nibbling at her lip as she approaches my compromised position.
I feel her pull the dress, sliding it as she soon lets out a purr-like moan as my plush ass and perfect pussy are revealed to the open air. I watch as her indistinct reflection seems to shake in the mirror, her shallow shuddering breaths breathing deep of the scent that seemed to waft from my more intimate areas.
Slowly she traces her way around the bed, pulling the curtain around the frame until each side is revealed to the open air. My eyes go wide as I spy the reflection of the devilish woman in the mirror, her delicate gorgeous face mirroring my own in shock.
Standing behind me is a brute of a man, his arms alone being as large as my former body. He stands in the doorway, shuffling in place as the floor struggles to support his towering over seven foot tall and heavily muscular frame. His skin bares a heavily dark tan, hours and hours out in the sun having seared his flesh beyond what can be helping.
A set of large curved horns rise from the sides of his head, the massive bone protrusion bearing a menacing air at the thought of being on the receiving end of them. A short messy mop of black hair covers his head, partially shielding his eyes as they seem to glow a faint ghostly green. His jawline is thick and angular, masculine to an extreme like the rest of his form.
His body in mostly adorned with accessories, a large steel ring piercing his septum and various crude metal plates lining his floppy black ears. Her muscular torso, missing even a gram of any excess body fat, is wrapped in leather straps and metal rings for attaching various farm tools.
A squeak escapes my lips as I finally spot it, the massive turgid monster standing at attention between his legs and point straight to me like a compass pointing north. It's longer and thicker than even my former forearm, the enormous throbbing cock putting my former one to shame. The head glistens in the morning sun, thick globs of transparent goo oozing from the narrow slit before forming a trail to the floor.
Beneath the gargantuan organ rests a disproportionately large and swollen fleshy sack, the painfully engorged balls sitting with a seemingly thin metal ring with a little glowing leaf emblazoned on the front.
As I stare at the massive cock in the reflection I worryingly feel the sheer terror gripping me slowly become overshadowed by a new feeling. It flares up with each heart beat, with each shallow breath from my weakened body.
"Hungry..." I coo, rocking my hips against my will as my body crave what lay inside the engorged organ.
"I'm sorry Mistress" the blonde coos, mistaking my muttering as displeasure at her leisurely pace. "I just need... to..." she whines, twisting her pains and groaning slightly as she struggles with whatever she was doing to the bull. "He's just scared after..."
Suddenly, the green light fades as the bull locks it's brown eyes onto me. A loud exhale comes from it's nose, jostling the ring as as he rushes towards me. His massive hands quickly wrap around my slender waist, the rough hands quickly pinning me roughly against the bed as I feel the thick hot rod slide inelegantly over my ass cheeks.
Leather and Steel
Sweat and Dirt
The taste of raw meat and the feeling of sun on skin
I let out a loud gasp as the pre-cum coats my plump fuckable ass, my tongue slipping from my mouth and my tail wriggling in the air in delight. I can taste him, the beastly monster that was struggling to line up his massive cock with my lithe frame, his very being seeping into my skin through every pore.
"Good Cathie..." coos the young elf, panting heavily through a mixture of her own arousal and exhaustion after exerting herself after our own little session. She sags slightly, approaching the bed before kneeling beside me. She takes a deep breath, shuddering more intensely as the scent of my dripping sex reaches her through the sweaty musky haze surrounding us all.
"Does Cathie want to breed the new milker?" she coos, looking up at the bull-man behind me. His eyes seem a little glazed over in the reflection, a mixture of lust and something else stealing what little mental faculties he had.
The blonde snaps her fingers, the metal ring popping off with a loud click.
"Why don't you...
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