Kenta stood over the mountain of hay, his broad chest heaving with deep, ragged breaths. The physical exertion of the act, combined with the supernatural rush of the Holstaur’s milk still singing in his veins, left him feeling utterly invincible.
He looked down at the masterpiece he had just created.
Emily lay completely collapsed on her side in the deep, sweet-smelling hay. She was a beautiful, chaotic picture of absolute exhaustion and total surrender. Her massive, bare breasts rested heavily against the golden stalks, still glistening with a mixture of sweat and the sweet, white cream she had wept during their intense union. Her plush, voluptuous body was completely boneless, her thick thighs slightly parted.
Her internal muscles were still riding the aftershocks of her violent climax, involuntarily clenching and twitching. A steady, slick trail of Kenta’s seed was slowly leaking from her swollen, thoroughly claimed center, glistening in the dim light of the barn.
A slow, dark, and utterly triumphant smile spread across Kenta’s handsome face.
As he stared at the beautiful, heavy-chested monster girl who had just given him everything, a flood of memories from his past life washed over his mind. Eugene. That was who he used to be. A pathetic, miserable nobody trapped in a moldy, cramped apartment in a gray, unforgiving world. He remembered the crushing loneliness. He remembered the rejection. And most vividly, he remembered the bitter reality that he had died an absolute virgin, having never known the warmth of a woman’s touch, let alone the desperate, begging submission of a mythical creature.
But Eugene was dead.
I am Kenta now, he thought, balling his hands into fists as a surge of profound, arrogant power washed over him. I died a miserable virgin, but the universe finally paid up. In this new life... with this System... I can do whatever the hell I want. I own a monster. I possess magic. I am going to build an empire of wealth and pleasure, and absolutely no one can stop me.
The sheer, intoxicating high of his realization made him let out a low, dark chuckle that echoed in the rafters.
At the sound of his voice, the pile of hay shifted.
Jingle...
The golden bell on Emily’s leather choker let out a weak, exhausted chime. She slowly fluttered her long, dark eyelashes, her doe-like eyes peeling open. Her face was still flushed a deep, beautiful crimson, her hair plastered to her damp forehead. She looked up at him through her messy bangs, her gaze swimming with an overwhelming, liquid adoration.
"M... Master...?" Emily whispered, her sweet voice raspy and broken from all the screaming and moaning. She tried to push herself up, but her arms simply gave out, sending her heavy chest bouncing softly back into the hay. She settled for looking up at him, a shy, hopeful smile tugging at her lips. "Are you... are you feeling good now?"
Kenta’s dark eyes softened just a fraction. He slowly reached down and picked up his discarded trousers, pulling them on and fastening the belt. Then, he dropped down into the hay beside her.
He didn't order her around. Instead, he shifted his weight and wrapped his strong arms around her plush, incredibly soft waist from behind, pulling her lush back flush against his chest. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, right beside her fuzzy cow ear, inhaling the intoxicating, primal scent of vanilla milk, sweat, and sex.
"Good?" Kenta whispered directly into her ear, letting the low, hypnotic frequency of his Incubus Whispers vibrate against her skin. "Emily... it was the best thing I have ever done in my entire life."
Emily gasped softly, a fresh shiver running down her spine at his words.
"You were perfect," Kenta murmured, his large hands resting possessively over her massive, deflated breasts, feeling the slow, steady rhythm of her heartbeat beneath the soft flesh. "You took every single inch of me. You were so good for your Master. I am more than happy."
Hearing those words the absolute validation from the man who had claimed her was too much for the sweet monster girl. A brilliant, radiant blush exploded across her cheeks all over again. Her thick cow tail, which had been lying limply on the ground, gave a weak, happy thump against the hay.
"Thank you, Master," Emily sniffled, a single tear of pure joy slipping down her cheek. She leaned her head back against his shoulder, melting completely into his embrace. "I am so glad. I was so worried about your tiredness... I am just glad that I was able to satisfy you, and relieve all your stress and worries."
She let out a long, heavy sigh, her eyelids drooping as the crushing weight of her physical exhaustion finally caught up with her.
"But..." Emily murmured, her voice slurring slightly as she nuzzled against his jaw. "I... I really can't walk right now, Master. My legs... they are shaking so badly. It feels like they are made of water. I think... I guess I should sleep now..."
Kenta smiled, a genuine expression of fondness mixing with his inherent dominance. He had thoroughly broken her in, pushing her Holstaur biology to its absolute limits. She had earned her rest.
He turned his head and pressed a firm, lingering kiss to her damp forehead, right between her twitching cow ears.
"You sleep now, my sweet cow," Kenta whispered, his voice a comforting but authoritative rumble in the quiet barn. He gently stroked her hair, his eyes looking past her toward the heavy wooden doors, thinking of the village, of Madame Valerie, and of the empire he was about to build. "Rest up. Because you are going to have to do a lot more work tomorrow morning."
Emily smiled in her sleep, completely safe in his arms.