Xeranthe gets the first ride.

With the three cows' affections, it didn't take long for his cock to gain full strength. Panting, and with a line of spit dangling from her jowl, Xeranthe looked up at him. "My Lord... you're too thick... and hard for my mouth... please... I can't wait anymore..." she begged.

"So impatient, but good cows like you deserve it," Korgoth chuckled. Taking his finger out of her sodden cunt, he sucked her juices off of it, and gave her rump a playful swat. "Get up and face this way. You two, come here and face the other way."

In a blur of fur and the clattering of hooves, the cows got to their feet. Sliding down his throne a little more, he had Xeranthe straddle his hips facing him, while he had the other two on either side of him facing her. Taking a few moments to enjoy watching Xeranthe squirm for not having been given permission to slide her favorite cock into her, and to let the other two see that it was long enough to reach her navel from the inside, he finally nodded his assent.

Glee melted behind fluttering eyelashes as she lowered her hips. Needing both hands on his stomach to steady herself, she descended slowly, letting them both savor the feeling of their joining bodies after so long apart. It hadn't been any longer than 2 moons, but by the end of the third week, she had almost turned feral from the lack of his touch. Their hips met, and she shuddered on top of him. The familiar sensations of his fat, wide cock forcing her tight fleshy walls apart, and the flat of his tip pressing up against the deepest part of her, sent waves of pleasure throughout her body, making her climax lightly.

From the expressions on the other cows' faces, Korgoth concluded that they had never seen someone climaxing just from the initial insertion alone. Mentally, he shook his head. Their masters were lacking in their training of their cows. A thought occurred to him quickly after. Perhaps they had been trained for other things. Regardless, he would find out soon enough.

He slid his hands up and down their backs, caressing the meat of their thighs, comparing the firmness of their rumps, and the condition of their cunts. Brushing past the rings on either side of her lower lips, he discovered that Bamvros' cow's was absolutely drenched and burning hot. So wet in fact that he could get two of his sausage fingers into her, and sloppy sloshing sounds came out of her when he rubbed against her walls. Prodos' cow's was significantly tighter, even more than Xeranthe's, to the point where he couldn't get more than a couple knuckles deep into her, but every move he made prompted little noises and twitches from her. He found it amusing that she had such sensitive insides, compared to her hard exterior. He also found that her other hole was surprisingly soft and welcoming. It would appear that for not giving his harem his calves, Prodos found a way for them to please him.

Speaking of, Xeranthe wasn't. "You're not moving," he stated, frowning at her sitting comfortably on his lap.

"F-forgive me, my Lord..." she stammered. Adjusting her footing, she leaned forwards, supporting herself by holding onto his horns, and started moving her hips. He grinned and the other cows' eyes went wide as they watched her bounce wildly on his hips.

His eyes the drifted upwards to her leaking breasts as they bounced in front of him. He wished that he had more arms so that he could grab onto them, but his cow, knowing her master well, reached down and grabbed onto one on his behalf. "Good cow," he growled, licking up the drips of her milk that landed on his face. With a couple quick eye flicks to the side and a nod, he told her what she had to do next.

Doing her best not to break her rhythm and maintain her balance, Xeranthe reached out and snatched at the other cow's heads, before yanking them down towards her. Their gasps of surprise were quickly muffled by her breasts, pressed right in their snouts. Moving and shifting her upper body, she maneuvered them around until her nipples were at their lips.

They tried to pull away, but quickly found their heads pressed forwards from behind, holding them in place. "Drink." Korgoth ordered, the low rumble in his voice demanding their obedience, before lifting again with a cocky grin. "You'll need it to keep up with me."

From either fear, obedience, excitement, or all three, they latched onto Xeranthe's nipples and started to drink from her, cupping her breasts in their hands for both balance and support. She cooed and mooed sweetly, looking down at them the same way she would to her own calves, while tenderly stroking down their backs.

Now that they were free, Korgoth ran his hands up Xeranthe's thighs, feeling the tiny bumps of her skin under her fur, before coming to a rest on her hips. Licking his lips, he got a firm hold on them, and with strength and speed bordering on ****, made her rock her hips against his groin, while making short sharp thrusts upwards.

Her moans and moos shot upwards, in both strength and pitch. "My Lord! My Lord!" she cried, her eyes rolling back into her head, while her fingers dug into the other cows', almost crushing them into her chest. "Too good! Too good! It's, it's,... MOOoooo..." she groaned powerfully as he **** a climax out of her, as well as liquids into thirsty mouths.