For them to pleasure him with their mouths.

Approaching him, they knelt between his legs, having to squeeze in almost shoulder-to-shoulder to fit. Removing his loincloth, their eyes went wide. His pendulous fist-sized gonads rested on the edge of his throne, while above it, his flared dark red fleshy cock, thick as a man's arm and half as long, dangled freely, slowly gaining even more length and strength as it throbbed in anticipation. Bamvros' cow hesitated, clearly taken aback by her temporary master's size, but Prodos' moved with purpose.

Gripping his shaft near the base, she kissed all over his tip, wetting it with her slimy and sticky spit. Another taste softened the guilt and stoked the frustration she had. Her eyes fluttered as she lapped at it with the flat of her huge tongue, before engulfing it in her mouth. Korgoth groaned in satisfaction as her snout took in that part of his length with ease, and her tongue licking against the underside of his cock.

Recovering from her momentary surprise, and finding herself looking at a back, the other cow quickly shuffled around to one side. With only the bottom half of his cock available to her, she nibbled and peppered it with kisses. His girth was too great for her jaw, so she resigned to using just her tongue and lips to add to his pleasure. He let out another low groan, as the cool metal of her piercings felt oddly stimulating within her hot mouth, as well as their uncoordinated movements having their own charm.

His throat though was parched, and told him that it would not stand anymore. "Xeranthe! My thirst is great." he said, snapping his fingers sharply.

She appeared on his other side, tugging down the top of her dress. "Here, Lord," she said, holding up one breast, with her dress hanging onto her hip. Massaging, squeezing, pinching and pulling at it, she coaxed her precious milk to flow.

Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her in towards him, and with a smoothness that could only come from many such feedings, he latched on to her breast. A couple strong pulls filled his mouth with her sweet creamy liquid, and his throat was finally sated.

Gently, Xeranthe cradled the back of his head and ran her fingers on it, pulling herself even closer to him. "Oh how I've missed your touch, my Lord," she cooed, shimmying the rest of her dress off.

"I'm sure you've missed something even greater," he murmured. Tenderly, he placed his hand on her paunch, something she had never lost from all the gifts he had given her. "What was your last?"

"A bull, my Lord," she replied, putting her hand on his. "Like the six before that my master had given me." A cheeky grin crept on her face as she invited him to look up at her. "But my Champion has yet to bestow such a gift upon me." The same grin appeared on his face. Her clever mind and way with words, on top of her excellent practice of how a good cow should behave, was one of the main reasons why she was his favorite cow.

Her insatiable, almost manic, wanton lust for cock, and craving to be perpetually carrying calves was another. If his growing reputation as one of the horde's mightiest warriors hadn't been as high as it was when she had come of age, he was sure that she'd have willingly chosen to be a breeder for the whole horde instead accepting his offer to join his harem.

Releasing her teat from his mouth, he replaced it with her tongue. Lifting his head, he tilted it to the side, and she came down to meet him. Their large wide tongues glided and slid over one another's, her yielding more often than not. His hand drifted down, to dip into her surely wet and waiting cunt, when his elbow grazed against the head of one of his other cows, their existence completely forgotten.

Breaking away from her, he motioned with his head down towards them. "These two could use some instruction," he remarked. "If they wish to be able to hold their Champion's attention the same way you can."

"If that's what it's for, I don't think I want to," she replied in a playful tone and a cute pout. He raised a quizzical eyebrow at her, and she regrettably relented. Tapping her knuckle against the center of the other two's faces, she directed them back to kneel between his legs, while she clambered on over his arm rest.

Sliding down to make more space for them, and craning his neck over her shoulder, Korgoth saw that they were paying close attention to her, as she took jealous possession of his cock. His head and eyes then rolled back and a loud moan rumbled from his chest. Out of habit, his hand fell onto her head, hanging onto it as it bobbed along his cock, lewd slurping noises coming out with every move, and her hand twisted and squeezed slowly, making him keenly aware of what her every digit was doing.

For a brief few moments, he was freed from her mouth's ministrations. He heard her speak, presumably relaying guidance and advice to them on what they needed to do, when he felt her mouth return to his cock, and then two more, one on each side of his sack. Bringing his other hand up her thigh, he caressed and groped her ass, before slipping his finger between her legs. Feeling her slit already damp, he inserted his finger into it, finding it hotter and tighter than usual. Sweet moans reverberated on his cock as he curled and prodded at her walls.