He finally gives Xeranthe attention.

While her master was catching his breath, Xeranthe hopped up and, taking advantage of how they were all arranged, rolled the Iron Hooves' cow over onto her back, so that she and the Brass Rings cow were laying side-by-side. Draping herself over their stomachs, she hooked her knees with her wrists, spreading her legs wide open, and presenting her fertile cunt to him. "Come, my Champion," she cooed, securing her position at the top of the pile. "Come and claim your prize."

He smiled and chuckled to himself, always amused at her attempts to overcome her 'rivals'.

The only time it didn't, was when she misinterpreted a wandering glance from another bull's cow for seduction and almost ignited a feud between their masters. But the swift discipline of a rod to her rump, him pushing her forehead on the floor as she pleaded for the other bull's forgiveness, and 4 weeks of him ignoring her existence, corrected that behavior. At least enough to keep her squabbles to within his harem. Even then, she would maneuver her way into convincing him to have her warm his bed more times than the rest.

His other cows were, for the most part, happy that her scheming kept their master busy and let her have her victories, so that they could go about their duties, and in turn, he was pleased that he hardly ever had to step in and mediate whatever problems his harem was having.

Wanting to reward and even encourage her jealousy and 'politicking', he clambered onto the bed. Kneeling between her legs, he slipped into her welcoming cunt smoothly, the liquids of all three cows on his cock helping to ease his passage. Using his knees and arms, he pulled the other two cows even closer under them, making an even stabler platform, before committing more weight onto them all. Xeranthe's eyes fluttered as he returned to where he belonged, and it took all of her discipline to keep her hands and legs as they were, in the pose that let him in the deepest.

His thrusts were long, slow, deep, and angled oddly downwards. Xeranthe tried to move her hips to meet his thrusts, but she still found herself being pushed down. It wasn't until she heard the soft gasps of someone under her when she realized his intentions. Flicking her eyes over to the side, she saw the mixed expressions of disbelief, suppressed indignation, mild discomfort, envy, and expectant impatience on the other cows. A smirk of superiority crept upon her face, and her next moan was louder and sweeter.

"Lord! Lord! Your Champion cock feels so good!" she moaned, getting the other two to look at her face as it twisted in pleasure. Looking back to him, she begged him even more. "Please Lord, use your prize however you wish. Just keep making me feel this good forever!" Another chuckle came out of him. Adjusting his body to make sure that their audience had a good view, he ducked his head down and latched on to her breast, making her voice jump an octave.

Having drank his fill, he straightened up. Wiping his chin with his wrist, he kept his face to her, but his words were clearly for all of them. "I will indeed," he smiled. "I will make use of all of my prize until I'm completely satisfied. I don't expect that you will see the outside of my tent until I'm made to give you up. And even then, I might not listen." Shifting slightly, he pressed them all together just a bit more, and his voice dropped low. "Until then, I will make you scream. I will make you beg. I will make you cry. I will take everything from you, and give you more in return."

The whole bed seemed to shake as a collective shiver ran down the cows' spines, which then became a real shake as he gripped onto Xeranthe's hips and pulled her into him forcefully. Adjusting his body to get his weight more evenly distributed on the cows, he thrusted down into Xeranthe.

Being subjected to his impassioned speech, his feral grunts in her ear, his powerful body looming over hers, his intimate knowledge of her sweet spots, him using his hips so that his pace never changed, and her frustrations finally being satisfied, made spots dance before her eyes. For just a moment, her discipline failed her. Her ankles locked behind his thighs, and her hands flitted to his sides.

In that moment, his hands snatched at her wrists. Pinning them down above her head, he whispered and snarled into her ear, on the side where he wasn't blocking her face, so that the other two could see her expression. "Get ready, Xeranthe. All my pent up desire. All my pent up need. All my eager virile seed. I'm going to pump them all into you. Yes, I know you want that. I can feel your body getting ready to climax and accept my gift. Ready to bear your Champion's calves."

Her chortled groan was long, loud, and went on and on, as her climax struck her, and under his merciless ****, seemed to not stop. In between her mind flashing white, she was tempted to beg him to stop before she was overwhelmed, but ultimately, submitting to his desires and whims was the better choice. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, Lord..." she gasped, shaking and shivering as her unending climax wracked through her body. "Breed me. Breed me. Fill me with your seed..."

With a guttural grunt, he straightened up once more. Shooting his hands above her hips and past them, he grabbed on to the other cows' wrists and arms, while his hips gained a feverish strength, powered by deep, purposeful, primal instincts. Another low, angry, reverberating growl was followed by a gleeful, joyous, celebratory cry. From below, winces of pain and envy went unheard, but eyes and mouths were wide with anticipation.

Returning to the world, Korgoth stepped away, his breathing short and sharp. Picking up the wine, he leaned one arm against the back of his throne, and took a couple of swigs to wet his throat. Looking back at the bed, he smiled with pride. On top, Xeranthe's limp thighs were trying desperately to close, but a veritable river of his seed dripped out from between her lower lips. Below her, Prodos' cow had three of her fingers in her own cunt, keeping herself ready for him, while Bamvros' was doing her best to support Xeranthe's head, by sliding her arm under it.

Sniffing and wiping some sweat off his face, Korgoth sighed loudly. He would give them a couple minutes more rest, while he flipped a mental coin, as to which of the other two hordes he would next bless with their future Champion.