The Bull to this heifer

Varesa never stopped.

She sucked him through the rest of the evening and deep into the night, chasing every fresh pulse of that fruit-sweet cum with the same relentless hunger. Whenever he softened she patiently worked him hard again. Whenever he came she swallowed every drop and kept going, drool and residual seed drying in sticky layers across her chin, cheeks, and heavy breasts. The pool of her own unnoticed arousal beneath her had grown into a wide, shiny puddle by the time the barn quieted.

Sometime after midnight Aether simply could not keep his eyes open any longer. He slumped back against the hay, still buried to the hilt in her throat, and drifted off with her soft, continuous swallowing as the last sensation he felt.

He woke to pale morning light and the heavy, warm pressure of a body trapped beneath him.

Sometime in the night he had rolled onto his stomach. Varesa had gone with him without ever releasing his cock, ending up pinned face-down between his hips and the barn floor, still happily throat-deep on him even in her own half-sleep. The wet, rhythmic sound of her occasional swallow had continued through the night like a slow, contented heartbeat.

When Aether stirred and pushed himself up on his elbows, she finally let him slip free with a long, filthy string of spit and cum connecting her swollen lips to the tip of his cock.

Varesa looked properly cum-drunk.

Her eyes were glassy and unfocused, cheeks and chin plastered with dried and fresh layers of seed and saliva. Her heavy breasts rested in the mess she had made on the floor. She blinked up at him slowly, then — without a single word — pushed herself onto her knees, turned, and dropped her chest to the hay. Her back arched. The tiny microskirt was shoved up around her waist. She reached back with both hands and spread her soaked, dripping pussy open for him, presenting the flooded, neglected hole in clear, silent begging.

A thick strand of her own arousal stretched from her swollen lips to the floor.

He gripped her wide hips, lined up against the soaked, presented cunt, and pushed in with one long, heavy thrust that buried him to the root. Varesa’s mouth fell open in a loud, raw moan that rolled through the barn like a lowing cow. The sound was deep, needy, and completely unrestrained.

Yelan’s eyes snapped open first.

She pushed up on one elbow, still half-asleep, and muttered toward the usual suspect,

“Ganyu, keep it down—”

Then the rhythm of the wet slaps and the pitch of the moaning registered. Yelan blinked, looked across the barn, and saw the microskirt-rucked, face-down form of Varesa getting mounted instead of their permanent cow. Ganyu was still curled up a few bedrolls away, only now lifting her head in sleepy confusion at the noise.

The rest of the pride began to stir as Aether set a deep, steady pace.

Varesa was fully gone.

Whatever thoughts she normally carried had been fucked and sucked out of her overnight. The only thing left was the newly reignited desire clenching around the cock that had finally given her a flavor worth chasing. She pushed back into every thrust, heavy breasts swinging beneath her, soft broken sounds spilling out of her with every impact. The pink flush across her skin deepened.

One particularly hard stroke drove her over the edge.

Varesa’s whole body locked. A thick, shuddering climax ripped through her, cunt clamping down in powerful waves as she came hard around him. The single word that escaped her was raw and desperate.

“More—”

At the same moment a faint, soft pink fire began to kindle around her horns — the first weak, hopeful answer of the Flame of Passion. It flickered like an ember finding air.

Then her breasts joined in.

Full, heavy, and long neglected, they began to lactate in generous spurts. Warm milk sprayed across the hay and the floor in rhythmic pulses timed to the clench of her orgasm and the ongoing thrust of Aether’s cock. The scent of milk mixed with sex and fruit. Varesa barely seemed to notice; she only rocked back harder, still begging without words for him to keep going.