Kenta's breath caught in his throat. His feigned exhaustion completely evaporated, replaced instantly by a scorching, predatory heat that settled low in his stomach.
Emily stood before him, her flushed face radiating a beautiful, submissive desperation. She held the colossal, pale globe of her left breast in her own soft hand, squeezing the plush flesh upward. Her broad, deep-pink areola was fully exposed, and at the very center, her thick nipple stood at absolute attention. A single, perfect drop of thick, white milk swelled at the tip, glistening in the dim light of the barn like a pearl.
The sweet, intoxicating aroma of vanilla and warm cream drifted up to Kenta's nose, completely overriding his senses.
"You... you want to cure my tiredness?" Kenta whispered, his voice dropping into a dark, rough growl.
Emily swallowed hard, her long eyelashes fluttering. Her thick cow tail swished rhythmically behind her, a clear sign of her rising biological excitement. "Yes, Master," she breathed, her voice trembling with eager anticipation. "Holstaur milk... it's full of magical energy. It restores stamina. Please... let me take care of you. Drink from me."
Kenta didn't need to be asked twice.
He stepped directly into her personal space, his tall frame casting a shadow over her lush, overflowing figure. He reached out with both hands, bypassing her own grip to take full control of her gargantuan breasts. The moment his palms cupped the heavy undersides of her flesh, his [Novice Milking Hands] passive skill flared to life.
"Ahhn!" Emily gasped, her knees instantly buckling as a jolt of supernatural electricity shot straight from his fingertips into her mammary glands.
She slumped forward, and Kenta caught her, pulling her heavy chest flush against his stomach. But he didn't stop there. He guided her down until she was kneeling on the soft hay, towering over her. He leaned over, his face hovering just inches from her offered breast.
He didn't immediately bite down. Kenta was a Master learning his trade; he knew how to tease.
He leaned in and simply ran his tongue over the stiff peak of her nipple, lapping up that single, waiting drop of milk.
The taste exploded on his tongue. It was impossibly rich, overwhelmingly sweet, and carried a potent, magical warmth that immediately rushed into his bloodstream. It was liquid velvet, laced with pure adrenaline.
"Fuck..." Kenta groaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a fraction of a second at the sheer ecstasy of the taste.
"M-Master..." Emily whimpered, her cow ears folding back. The feeling of his hot, wet tongue against her ultra-sensitive nipple sent a violent shiver down her spine. "Please... you need more. Take it..."
"I plan to," Kenta murmured against her skin.
He opened his mouth and completely enveloped her thick, pink nipple, latching onto her broad areola with a firm, dominant suction.
"Haaah! Oh my god! M-Master!"
Emily screamed, throwing her head back as Kenta began to suckle. Her thick hair whipped through the air, and the golden bell strapped to her leather choker rang out in a frantic, melodic frenzy-Jingle! Jingle! Jingle!
Kenta drew hard, using the strength of his jaw and the vacuum of his mouth to pull the sweet nectar directly from her body. The response was instantaneous. A powerful, thick stream of warm milk shot out of her nipple and flooded the back of Kenta's throat. He swallowed rhythmically, loudly, gulping down the magical elixir as fast as her body could produce it.
Every time he swallowed, a fresh wave of vitality washed over his tired muscles. His aches vanished. His mind sharpened. The energy was so potent it felt like liquid fire coursing through his veins.
But as good as the milk tasted, the physical act was even better.
Kenta's hands were fully engaged. As he suckled greedily from her left breast, his large hands kneaded, squeezed, and fondled the gargantuan mounds of flesh. He dug his fingers into the impossibly soft fat, squishing her breasts together, pulling them apart, and rolling her right nipple aggressively between his thumb and forefinger.
"Mmmmm~! Ahhh! Master, it feels... it feels so good!" Emily sobbed, tears of absolute bliss streaming down her flushed cheeks.
She didn't know what to do with her hands. At first, she gripped her own plush thighs, but the pleasure was too much. Her hands flew up, burying her fingers into Kenta's dark hair, holding his face firmly against her breast. She wasn't pushing him away; she was holding him there, silently begging him never to stop.
"Drink... ahhn... drink your fill, Master!" she panted, her chest heaving violently against his face. "Drain your cow... I have so much for you!"
Kenta grunted in response, his mouth full of sweet cream. He bit down lightly, his teeth grazing the sensitive base of her nipple.
Emily let out an ear-piercing squeal, her back arching so hard her spine looked like a drawn bow. "Ahhhh! Yes! Squeeze them! Bite me, Master! Please!"
Her begging was music to Kenta's ears. He was completely drunk on the power, the taste, and the overwhelming sensuality of the moment. He pulled his mouth away from her left breast with a loud, wet pop.
A string of thick, white milk connected his lips to her wet, swollen nipple before snapping, dripping down the curve of her breast and splattering onto the hay. Kenta licked his lips, panting slightly, a devilish smirk on his face. His chin was slick with her milk.
"You're so desperate, Emily," Kenta purred, his voice rumbling in the quiet barn. "Such a greedy little monster."
"I am... I am your greedy girl..." Emily whimpered, her doe eyes completely glazed over with lust. Her tail wrapped around Kenta's calf, squeezing tightly. "Please, Master... the other one. It aches. It needs you."
"Good girls get what they need," Kenta whispered.
He shifted his weight and buried his face into her right breast. He latched on hungrily, his lips sealing around the wet peak, and sucked hard.
Emily let out a long, sustained moan, her entire body trembling in Kenta's arms. The sensation of his hot mouth draining her, combined with the magical, arousing properties of his hands kneading her flesh, was pushing her dangerously close to the edge of an entirely different kind of release.
For several long, unbroken minutes, the only sounds in the barn were the wet, sloppy noises of Kenta suckling, his heavy swallows, and Emily's breathless, melodic moans. Kenta drank until the heavy pressure in her right breast finally deflated, leaving the massive globe soft, malleable, and completely emptied of its heavy burden.
Kenta finally pulled back. He wiped the back of his hand across his milk-stained mouth, letting out a deep, entirely satisfied exhale. The exhaustion of the day was entirely gone, replaced by a thrumming, hyper-charged energy.
Emily slumped forward, completely boneless. Her massive, emptied breasts rested limply against Kenta's stomach. She was panting heavily, her skin coated in a fine sheen of sweat, her eyes half-closed in pure, unadulterated bliss.
"Thank you... Master..." she whispered, her voice barely a breath.
Kenta looked down at the beautiful, heavy-chested creature kneeling before him. She was entirely at his mercy. She had given him her food, her obedience, and her absolute submission.
But as Kenta's eyes dragged down her body, the magical stamina coursing through his veins demanded a different kind of outlet.
His gaze trailed past her deflated, massive breasts. Down the soft, plush dip of her stomach. Down to the wide, flare of her child-bearing hips, where the thin strings of her cow-print bikini bottoms dug into her skin.
He hadn't fully appreciated the lower half of her body until now.
Kenta slowly slid his hands off her breasts. He dragged his palms down her ribs, over the warm skin of her waist, and reached around behind her.
Emily gasped softly, her cow ears twitching as she felt his hands move.
With a dark, hungry glint in his eye, Kenta spread his fingers wide and firmly clamped both of his hands onto the colossal, incredibly soft weight of her massive ass.
He squeezed hard, his fingers sinking deep into the impossibly thick, juicy flesh of her cheeks.
"Ah!" Emily yelped, her eyes flying wide open as a fresh wave of heat exploded between her thighs.
"You've taken care of my thirst, Emily," Kenta whispered, leaning down so his lips brushed against her fuzzy cow ear. He squeezed her massive ass again, feeling the unbelievable weight and bounce of her curves. "But now... I think I'm hungry."