Permission granted. (Epilogue)

"Moo-more... give me moo-more...," Nanny Mara groans lowly, her fingers going white against the tree she's bracing herself on, as you thrust your hips powerfully into her, making her breasts sway and sending milk spraying all over the ground.

While she and Selas were in the other dimension during Olenia's early years, Selas had lamented that, despite her half-siblings, Olenia might get lonely growing up, and Nanny Mara took her chance. Apparently, it took about a year for Selas to finally break and give her her blessings. So, once they returned, and your home had come to order, Nanny Mara invited you to a private picnic, at her favorite place in her homeworld.

Green fields, wild flowers, and a clear blue sky stretch for miles, with a crystal clear river snaking through, and a massive ancient tree provides just the right amount of shade for the already prepared table and chairs. During the picnic, Nanny Mara told you very plainly why she had invited you here and asked if you wouldn't mind helping her out. Indebted and grateful for her fixing you, you tell her that it would be an honor, but unfortunately, your tea has put you off. It tastes a little weird. If only there was a source of milk around.

You both shared a cheeky grin.

Returning to the present, after growing to the right size, you take control of her head, duck under her horns and kiss her deeply, while the other hand massages and squeezes her breast powerfully, basting the tree trunk in white rain. "Sir! Oh Sir! You're being so rough!" she pants, breaking the kiss and looking at you with pleading eyes, "please, please, have mercy on an old maid."

"Mercy?" you reply, with a playful yet mocking smile. Pulling out, you tug her towards and lay her down on the table. Her full breasts jiggle and wobble irresistibly, drawing you in. Sheathing yourself inside her once more, you lean down and bite down on one teat, making her squeal an octave higher. "How can you expect me to restrain myself when you've got such indecent tits like these, Mara?"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry for my indecent breasts!" she moans, squeezing you even tighter with her inner muscles, while also using her arms to push her breasts together, presenting them to you, and her tail wraps around your leg affectionately. "Please, use them to your heart's desire!"

Straightening up, you put both hands on her breasts, and use them to support most of your upper body, while pumping your hips hard into hers, sending the table rocking. "There's only one way that these naughty udders of yours can be useful," you snarl, punctuating each word with a thrust, feeling your orgasm build behind your cock, "and that's feeding my children."

Her head and eyes roll back, and her thighs tremble around you. "Yes, yes! I can feel you growing close. Oh fill me with your seed! I'll bear as many of your children as you want! Oh please, oh please! They'll be big and strong from my milk! Yes! You're cumming! I'm cumming too! I'm, I'm, m- MOOOOOOO!!!"

Some people say, that if you listen carefully, the breeze in that field carries the ghostly sound of orgasmic mooing.