For a split second, time seemed to stand completely still.
Then, the shock broke.
"Lara?!" Emily gasped, the name tearing from her throat in a breathless cry.
Completely forgetting her nakedness, the bite marks on her pale skin, and the human Master standing right beside her, Emily lunged forward. She threw her arms wide and crashed into the chocolate-skinned cowgirl.
"Oh my god, I missed you so much, Lara!" Emily sobbed, burying her face into the other girl's dark shoulder.
The physical impact of their embrace was staggering. Two impossibly voluptuous, heavy-chested demi-humans colliding in the hay. Emily's massive, pale, bare breasts squished violently against the dark, shimmering flesh of Lara's gargantuan cleavage. The contrast between their skin tones-soft, doughy white pressed against rich, oiled chocolate-was a visual feast that made Kenta's dark eyes dilate with instant, burning lust. Their thick cow tails wrapped around each other's thighs as they held on for dear life.
"Me too, Emily! I missed you!" Lara cried, wrapping her plump arms around Emily's plush back. She buried her face in Emily's messy hair, inhaling her scent. "Where have you been? I looked everywhere for you!"
Emily pulled back just enough to look at her friend, her doe eyes shining with happy tears. "I was right here, Lara. I've been living my life hidden in this barn."
Lara sniffled, her golden eyes scanning Emily's bruised, heavily-used body, and the thick leather collar around her neck. "But... why did you run away from us? Why didn't you try to find the way back?"
Kenta cleared his throat. It was a low, rumbling sound, but laced with the Incubus Whispers, it carried the authoritative weight of a thunderclap.
Both Holstaurs instantly froze, remembering exactly whose territory they were standing in.
"Sorry to interrupt the heartfelt reunion, ladies," Kenta intervened, stepping forward so the moonlight caught the slick, rigid length of his manhood still hanging heavily between his thighs. "But can I know how exactly you two know each other?"
Emily immediately let go of Lara and dropped to her knees, assuming her submissive posture. Her pale, heavy breasts rested on her plush thighs, the bright red handprints Kenta had left on her skin fully visible. But despite her submissive stance, she was smiling brightly, her cow tail wagging frantically against the dirt.
"Master," Emily beamed, looking up at him with absolute adoration. "She is Lara! She was a part of our herd, where we used to live before I came here!"
Kenta raised an eyebrow, a look of profound, calculating confusion crossing his handsome face.
"A herd?" Kenta repeated, tasting the word. He looked from Emily's gargantuan pale breasts to Lara's massive chocolate cleavage. "Are you telling me... there is an entire group of women just like you out there?"
"Yes, Master!" Emily nodded eagerly, the golden bell on her collar jingling. "We have a very big cow herd. We were all led by our matriarch, Lady Elara."
Lady Elara? Kenta thought, a dark smirk playing on his lips. Funny. That's the exact same name as the curvy, lonely housewife I just manipulated in the village this morning. The universe has a twisted sense of humor.
"Umm... okay," Kenta said, crossing his arms over his bare chest, fully embracing his dominant, naked stance. "But if you had an entire herd protecting you, what are you doing all the way out here, Emily?"
Lara nervously shifted on her knees, keeping her golden eyes averted from Kenta's exposed, terrifyingly large waist.
"Some years ago..." Lara began, her voice trembling as she recalled the memory. "She was separated from our herd. We were peacefully feasting on wild, sweet grass and collecting food near the mountain borders. But suddenly, a pack of Dire Wolves attacked us. We are Holstaurs... we don't fight. We only breed and produce milk. We had to run away in sheer terror."
Thick, shiny tears began to spill down Lara's rich chocolate cheeks again. Her chest heaved, straining the frayed fabric wrapping her massive breasts.
"Some of our friends... they didn't make it. They got eaten by the wolves," Lara cried softly. "Emily got separated from us in the chaos. We searched the woods for weeks. We all thought we lost her... but you are alive, Emily!"
"Damn," Kenta muttered, his tone feigning sympathy, though his mind was entirely focused on the sheer, untapped wealth of an entire wild Holstaur herd. "That's sad. But Lara... how did you end up here? In my barn?"
Emily chimed in, her cow ears swiveling forward. "Yes, Lara! How did you come here? This place is so far away from our homeland!"
Lara wiped her eyes, taking a shaky breath. "I don't know... I was just missing you so much. I always knew in my heart you were alive, so I left the herd to travel and find you. But when I reached the human town just outside this forest..."
She paused, her golden eyes darting up to Kenta in awe.
"I saw some human ladies drinking milk," Lara explained, her nose twitching. "And that milk... I knew it instantly. It was not normal cow milk. It smelled incredibly sweet, heavy, and full of magical stamina."
Kenta's eyes widened. A sudden, electric shock of realization snapped in his mind.
Damn. Yes, Kenta thought, an absolutely evil grin spreading across his face. It was the milk I gave to Elara on her porch. The bait I set for the human women ended up luring in a wild monster girl instead.
"I followed that scent all the way here," Lara finished, looking down at the puddle of spilled milk on the floor. "And when I smelled it pooling in the dirt... I was just so hungry..."
Emily looked up at Kenta, her doe eyes wide and pleading. She shuffled forward on her knees, pressing her incredibly soft, heavy chest against his bare leg.
"Master..." Emily begged, her voice a sweet, desperate purr. "Please, can she stay here for tonight? She looks so scared, and she is so tired. And it's already pitch black outside. The woods are dangerous."
Kenta looked down at the two beautiful, heavy-chested cowgirls kneeling at his feet. One pale and thoroughly broken in; the other dark, exotic, and practically begging to be claimed. His System had already confirmed she was a high-yield, aphrodisiac-producing Jersey variant.
Sending her away was the last thing on his mind.
"It's okay, Emily," Kenta said, his voice dropping into a dark, smooth, terrifyingly charming octave. He reached out and gently stroked the fuzzy cow ear on top of Lara's head. "She can stay. I have absolutely no problem with that."
Lara shivered at his touch, the Novice Milking Hands passive skill sending an immediate, foreign spike of heat straight to her core. She looked up at him, a deep blush staining her chocolate cheeks.
"Thank you..." Lara whispered, her body trembling with a sudden, overwhelming mix of fear and deep, instinctual arousal. "Thank you so much, Emily's Master."
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