Follow the women to the milking parlor and observe the relief session

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 9:04 PM on Monday, April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7).

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You follow the four women down the stairs and out into the night air. The blue lights guide your group across the courtyard toward the milking parlor—a sleek modern building with floor-to-ceiling windows that glow warmly from within.

"I've never done this as a group before," Elena admits as you walk. "It's kind of exciting."

"Your parents used to rotate us through individual sessions," Jasmine explains to you. "But they had more time and experience. We're improvising here."

The parlor door slides open automatically. Inside, the space is clinical yet comfortable—padded examination tables, sophisticated drainage systems built into the floor, storage cabinets filled with collection containers. Everything gleams under bright overhead lights.

The five futas are already waiting.

Kara stands near the back wall, her crimson skin seeming to glow in the harsh lighting. Her massive curved horns catch the light as she turns toward you, and her thick demon cock hangs heavy between her muscular thighs—easily ten inches even soft, with a pronounced upward curve.

Tasha sits on one of the padded tables, her dog ears perked forward attentively. Her cock is slightly smaller than Kara's but no less impressive, with the distinctive bulge of her knot already visible at the base. Her tail wags slowly.

Roxanne leans against a cabinet, her three fox tails swishing languidly behind her. Her cock stands at attention already—nine inches of rigid flesh with a tapered tip that glistens with precum.

Mira shifts nervously near the entrance, her cow ears twitching. Her mottled pink-white cock is semi-hard, reaching about eight inches. She looks almost guilty.

Selene stands apart from the others, her white wings folded against her back, halo glowing softly. Her cock is the longest—a full twelve inches of pale, veined flesh that curves slightly downward.

"Thank you for coming," Jasmine addresses them confidently. "We know your satisfaction levels are still relatively high, but we wanted to offer relief tonight to help you stay comfortable through tomorrow."

Kara crosses her arms, her heavy breasts lifting. "You offering your cunts again?"

"Not for breeding," Jasmine clarifies. "Manual and oral relief only. We're still in recovery from today's births. But our hands and mouths work perfectly fine."

Elena steps forward, her gaze locked on Roxanne. "I want you again. Let me taste that cock."

Roxanne's ears perk forward, her tails swishing faster. "Fuck yes. Get over here."

Nora approaches Tasha, reaching out to stroke one soft dog ear. "I've been thinking about that knot all evening. Can I handle you manually?"

Tasha's tail wags enthusiastically. "Hell yeah. I love a good handjob."

Marisol moves toward Selene, her expression thoughtful. "You were gentle with me earlier. Would you like me to return the favor?"

Selene's wings flutter slightly. "I'd be honored. Your touch was exquisite."

That leaves Jasmine approaching Kara, and Mira standing alone looking uncertain.

Jasmine stops directly in front of the demon futa, tilting her head back to meet those burning eyes. "I'll take you, Kara. But I want to try something different."

Kara's eyebrow arches. "Oh?"

"I want you to fuck my ass," Jasmine states bluntly. "I've never tried anal with a cock your size, and I'm curious."

Your eyes widen. The room goes utterly silent.

Kara's lips curve into a predatory smile. "You sure about that? My cock isn't exactly beginner-friendly."

"I'm sure," Jasmine confirms. "And Lily should watch. She needs to learn these techniques."

All eyes turn to you. Your heart hammers in your chest.

"Mira," Marisol calls gently. "Why don't you let Lily handle you? She needs practice with manual milking anyway."

Mira's expression brightens immediately, relief flooding her features. "I'd like that. If... if Lily's willing."

Your mouth goes dry. Every futa in this room has a cock bigger than anything you've ever imagined touching, let alone stroking to completion.

But Jasmine is already moving toward one of the padded tables, beckoning Kara to follow. "Watch carefully, Lily," she calls over her shoulder. "Anal requires preparation and patience. ARIA, bring us lubricant and gloves."

"Already on it," ARIA's voice responds. A cabinet door slides open, revealing supplies.