The silence in the barn was thick, heavy with the intoxicating, vanilla-laced pheromones that already coated the air. Kenta stared at the chocolate-skinned Holstaur kneeling before him. Lara’s deep, golden eyes were wide with a mix of raw terror and a primal, undeniable biological need.
"You want to help me?" Kenta murmured, his voice a low, dark purr that sent a visible shiver down Lara’s spine.
"Y-yes, Master," Lara stammered, her plush, dimpled thighs shifting in the hay. The frayed fabric binding her chest looked ready to snap. "Emily is exhausted... and I am... I am so full. It aches."
"Good," Kenta said, a wicked, predatory grin slicing across his face.
He reached to his side and grabbed a second, completely empty wooden bucket—one even larger than the first. He placed it firmly in the hay directly between Lara's trembling knees.
Then, he leaned forward. Without an ounce of hesitation, Kenta grabbed the frayed piece of fabric wrapped around her chest and ruthlessly ripped it away.
Lara let out a sharp, breathless gasp. Her breasts spilled forward with a sudden, overwhelming gravity. They were unbelievably colossal, but unlike Emily’s soft, doughy mounds, Lara’s flesh was incredibly firm, perky, and dense. The rich, dark chocolate skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, highlighting the massive, deep-pink areolas that crowned them. At their centers, her thick nipples were already weeping thick, golden-tinted cream, aching for release.
"Holy shit," Kenta breathed, his Incubus blood flaring as the highly concentrated, aphrodisiac scent of her milk hit his senses. It smelled richer than Emily's—like caramel, heavy cream, and pure, concentrated lust.
"They are so heavy, Master," Lara whimpered, her long, tufted tail thrashing against the hay. "Please... take it. Take all of it."
Kenta didn't hold back. Knowing the Jersey breed possessed vastly higher stamina and a ferocious biological need to be aggressively milked, he abandoned the gentle warm-up he had used with Emily. He lunged forward, his large hands clamping onto her gargantuan dark breasts with absolute, bruising force.
"Moooooooo-ahhhhhh!"
Lara’s scream tore through the barn, a melodic, high-pitched bray of absolute, mind-shattering euphoria. The moment Kenta’s [Novice Milking Hands] sank into her dense flesh, her body short-circuited. The Jersey breed wasn't just fertile; they were biologically wired to crave a rough, dominant harvest.
Kenta dragged his palms down the heavy slopes of her breasts, his thumbs digging ruthlessly into the swelling mammary glands, before violently pinching and pulling her thick nipples.
Pshhhh—SPLAT! Pshhhh—SPLAT!
Two incredibly thick, high-pressure streams of golden-white milk blasted out of her, hitting the bottom of the bucket with the force of a firehose.
"Look at you!" Kenta growled, his hands working in a furious, mechanical rhythm, kneading, slapping, and draining her dense flesh. "You're bursting with it! You just met me, and you're already spilling your cream like a desperate, slutty little cow!"
"Yes! Ahh! Yes!" Lara sobbed, her head throwing violently back.
Her reaction was intensely, unbelievably feral. Her golden eyes rolled back into her head until only the whites showed. Her jaw went slack, and her tongue lolled out of the side of her mouth, a thick string of drool connecting her lips to her chin. She was panting like an animal in heat, her hips bucking forward involuntarily with every brutal squeeze of Kenta’s hands.
"Drain me, Master! Oh goddess, yes! Squeeze them harder!" Lara babbled, her words completely lost to the fog of absolute pleasure. "I'm just your dumb, bursting cow! Ruin my breasts! Take my milk!"
Behind them, Emily sat in the hay, entirely naked and completely exhausted, yet her face was flushed with a beautiful, radiant smile. The Holstaur herd mentality overrode any human sense of jealousy. She was deeply proud of her friend.
"You're doing so well, Lara!" Emily cheered, her own cow tail wagging happily. "Give it all to Master! Show him how good the Jersey girls are! Empty yourself for him!"
"I'm giving it! Ahhhh! Emily, his hands are so good!" Lara screamed back, her thick thighs practically vibrating against the wooden bucket.
Kenta was drunk on the power. The aphrodisiac properties of the Jersey milk splashing against his hands were seeping into his skin, making his heart hammer. He showed her absolutely no mercy. He slapped the side of her massive left breast—SMACK!—watching the dark flesh wobble violently before clamping down and milking another massive gush of rich cream from her.
"You love it rough, don't you, you greedy slut?" Kenta sneered, pinching her deep-pink areolas until she squealed. "You followed my scent all the way here just so I could treat you like livestock. Give me more!"
Squelch! Splat! Squelch! Splat!
The bucket was filling at a terrifying, unnatural speed. Lara's body was a biological miracle, rapidly converting her magical stamina directly into extreme volumes of high-grade, golden-tinted milk.
The heavy, splashing sounds echoed off the wooden walls, mingling with Lara’s slutty, desperate moans and Emily’s sweet, encouraging praises.
"Push it out, Lara! Good girl!" Emily cooed, crawling closer so she could watch the thick milk froth and rise in the bucket.
"Ahhn! Master, it’s coming! The deepest part... it’s all coming!" Lara warned, her entire chocolate-skinned body shivering violently. Her internal muscles spasmed, and the heavy, aching pressure in her chest reached its absolute peak.
"Spill it, cow!" Kenta commanded, giving one final, agonizingly deep squeeze to both of her massive mounds.
Lara let out a sustained, deafening wail. A final, explosive torrent of incredibly thick, syrupy milk blasted from her stiff nipples. The streams were so heavy and powerful they frothed over the top of the massive bucket, sending warm, sweet splatters of cream across Kenta’s forearms and Lara’s own quivering thighs.
The heavy flow finally, slowly, reduced to a sputtering trickle, and then, a few lingering drops.
Lara didn't just slump; her entire nervous system gave out. She collapsed backward into the sweet-smelling hay, her arms thrown out wide, completely boneless. Her dark, glossy skin was drenched in a thick layer of sweat, her massive chest heaving frantically as she gasped for air. Her tongue was still lolling out, a blissful, utterly broken smile plastered across her beautiful face.
She was entirely, completely empty.
Kenta pulled his slick hands away, his chest heaving as he caught his own breath. He looked down.
The second, larger wooden bucket was filled to the absolute brim. The golden-white milk was frothing at the edge, radiating a heat and an aroma so powerfully sweet it made Kenta’s mouth water instantly.
He looked from the literal fortune sitting in the bucket to the gorgeous, chocolate-skinned monster girl completely paralyzed by pleasure in the hay.
"Damn..." Kenta breathed, wiping a splatter of her sweet milk from his cheek. A genuine, deeply satisfied smile broke across his face. He reached out, gently patting Lara’s sweat-slicked thigh. "Thank you, Lara. You really are a phenomenal cow."
Lara couldn't even form words. She just let out a weak, happy little "Moo..." into the hay, her tail giving one final, contented twitch as Emily crawled over to gently stroke her friend's hair.
Kenta stood up, grabbing the heavy handles of both buckets.
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