He gets started with the other cows.

Grabbing the still shuddering Xeranthe's wrists, he draped her arms over his shoulders. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he held her close and stood up, his hard cock slipping free from her. "Come," he said to the other two, circling around them to the massive bed at the back of his tent, his cock leading the way from between limp legs. There was only a moment's silence before the shuffling of hooves sounded behind him.

With the casualness one would have with a discarded shirt, he deposited Xeranthe on the bed to catch her breath, while directing the others to lay on their backs flanking her, with their legs wide open.

Shoving his fingers into Bamvros' cow's mouth, he wet them, mainly out of habit, before sliding them into her cunt. Somehow, she had managed to become even more moist and hot than before, making his fingers' movements slick and smooth. Curling them inside her, he pumped his arm strongly, focusing on the spongy section on roof of her cunt. Small splashes of her juices squirted out with every pull, coating his forearm and hand, as she groaned and shook loudly as he gouged out her insides. Her hands were grabbing at the sheets, and he had to hold one leg down to keep them apart. Her many accessories bounced and jingled, adding their sharp metallic rings to the high bestial organic cacophony of noises.

In the corner of his eye, he caught that Prodos' cow was watching them very intensely. Her head was craned up slightly to look past Xeranthe, and her breathing was hard. A hand had snaked downwards and a delicate finger had disappeared inside her. She tried to stifle her soft moans by biting her lower lip, and the much louder cow helped to cover up her noise.

He also noticed that someone else was watching them too. Taking up the position, he looked down at his cow. "She's too tight. Prepare her." he said, pointing at Prodos' with his chin, while he was rubbing his cock against Bamvros's cow's opening, getting it properly lubricated, before lining himself up to penetrate her. He turned his attention back to her, and his lip curled into a mischievous smile. "And as for you, I need to plug this leaky hole before it makes a river in my tent."

The high pitched moans, meaty slaps, and low grunts faded into the background in Prodos' cow's ear, replaced by soft murmuring and cooing. Another slender finger **** it's way into her. "You really are tight," Xeranthe whispered, making her shivers meet in the middle of her spine. "It would please my lord greatly to take his time to stretch you out, and mold you into a perfect fitting vessel like he did with me, but unfortunately time is something we don't have. On all fours now. I'll be right back."

Trusting in his cow, he focused on the shaking body in front of him. Her many accessories gave him many things to hang on to, but grabbing her ankles, he held her legs up and out wide. Her copious amounts of fluids made his long, strong strokes so slick, that if it wasn't for the heat of her body and the folds of her insides clinging onto him, he'd imagine that it was as if he was fucking a water spirit. The rings on her cunt lips irritated him, but that was easily solved by having her reach down and hold them apart. Which had the added benefit of her pushing her breasts together and framing them nicely. "A-am I pleasing you, L-Lord?" she gasped, trying to see past the stars in her eyes.

A deep thrust that felt like it went all the way up the the base of her skull was his answer. "Indeed you are," he grunted, letting go of her legs to grab at her breasts. Automatically, she wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed in with her thighs. "He has trained you well," he grinned, "especially here." Getting his fingers into her nipple rings, he started to twist.

Fresh wetness coated his cock, and everything thing of hers tightened around him, while a sweet squeal escaped her. Her voice climbed higher and higher as he added pulling as well. "My Lord! My Lord, please! You'll tear them off!"

"Oh I doubt that will happen," he replied casually. His grin became sadistic, as he toyed with what else he could do with them. "Unless that's what you want to happen."

Her eyes rolled back into her head as pain intermixed with pleasure. "Please, please, please... not so hard... it's too much, it's too much!" she cried. She tried to wriggle free, but that only added more pain and pleasure.

Completely deaf to her not completely fake protest, Korgoth merely kept his arms in place, helping her to play with her own nipples until, with a roar, she brought herself to climax on his cock. He only let go, when her legs did.