All around the farm

Maria's list of chores wasn't quite what she expected. In her mind the jobs on a farm were things like milking cows and feeding chickens, and while obviously she knew there probably weren't cows or chickens in the strange world she'd found herself in, she'd expected a similar job.

Instead her work seemed to be a series of basic labor tasks, packaging products, checking the border markers around the farm, and making sure nothing was blocking any off the irrigation channels that ran across the farm from the fish ponds around the fields.

Another element that had kept her off guard was her constant horniness. While she'd awoken to find herself needy, she'd expected the hard work to drain her of her lusts, but carrying fence posts and heavy stones, pushing gunk out of the gutter-like canals and ensuring that the rough metal filters across the small irrigation ditches coming out of the fish pond were still in place and had not rusted or broken had yet to sap her of her libido.

The worse part was how often her mind fixated on a fantasy, how often she thought about simply masturbating once she had put down the border markers before casting a glance in the direction of the farm house and feeling a sudden lack of distance as distant figures moved around.

By the end of the day however she could only angrily agree with Wynn. Both her sweat stained skin and clothes and the discomfort of her own juices made her driving desire a warm shower.

Wynn smiled at her as she entered, Romulus too was in the house, and he gave her what Maria could only read as a smug smile.

"Dear you should probably go shower before Dinner, I'll come get you when it's ready." Wynn informed her politely.

The warm water caught her off guard, she shrugged it off as a product of magic, and simply soaked it in as it flowed off her skin, the soft down pour giving her a moment of joy as she rubbed the bar of soap across her body, squishing her A cup breasts as she cleaned them. Then she got to work, her fingers slipped quickly and roughly into her pussy, any skill or rhythm quickly falling away in a wild attempt to get herself off. the rough back and forth movements of her fingers quickly became part of a quickly formulated fantasy, Romulus pressing her against the wall of the barn, his massive cock filling her as she was pinned in place his pace quickening as she felt herself nearing the edge of her desires, the tipping point into a rapturous orgasm at the edge of another couple pumps of her fingers– and then a knock at the door.

"Maria dinner is ready."

The sudden shock trapped her, her needs unanswered as the moment, and the momentum of it faded leaving her unfulfilled as she climbed out of the shower.