Someone else needs his attention.

Giving Xeranthe permission to use Bamvros' cow to entertain herself for now, he turned his focus towards Prodos'.

Giving her a much closer inspection, he glided his hand up her leg, feeling her muscles ripple under his touch as she held her position. "Hmm..." he mused contemplatively, flicking the bottle lightly. Seeing it barely move, and the minute flinches from the cow, he let out another sagely sounding grunt.

Nodding to himself, he raised his hand up high, and brought it down onto her rump with a loud slap. A choked grunt and rattling growl was the only noise that she made, and then came slow, controlled breaths. He let out an amused snort, before slapping the other side, to the same result. "My, my," he said, "Such a stubborn cow." She turned her head around and drew breath to speak, but he held up his hand. "That is not fault. That is praise. I did not know your horde's cows were as tough as the bulls too."

"Thank you, Lord," she replied, with a respectful lowering of her head.

"Don't thank me yet," he chuckled, an evil glint shimmering in his eye.

He took up position behind her, and gripped the glass shaft in one hand, and her hip in the other. "It will be quick, so be steady," he warned, adjusting his footing and hips. Once he had found the right height, he said to her, "Ready?"

She blinked at him a couple of times, taking a few more breaths, before finally steeling her resolve, and nodding.

With one quick jerk, he yanked the smooth glass bottle out of her cunt, and replaced it with his thick and meaty cock. He snarled lowly and deeply as her cunt walls came back together, squashing him in their vice like embrace. "Yes..." he growled triumphantly, his hoof bouncing off the floor as lightning ran up his spine. "So... tight..." The urge to rear back and thrust deeply back in was great, but he doubted that her cunt would yield even an inch of this depth if he retreated.

In front of him, with her head hanging down, and her hands balled into fists, the cow was hissing through gritted teeth. She had felt his thrust go straight up to the top of her skull, and through sheer **** of will, she suppressed a loud moan. Her arms and legs were trembling as her body was suddenly shocked by the feeling of a cock being where it should. A smaller softer moan however, did manage to escape her lips, when she felt his cock twitch, sending a shiver up her spine. Then, she felt his hand wrap itself in her long braid, and her head **** up and back, as he slowly, methodically, with the smallest of movements, made her cunt accommodate his less rigid but just as thick cock.

From her seat atop of the Brass Ring cow's face, behind a bitten lip and moan of pleasure, Xeranthe seethed with jealousy. She loved getting bred by him any way he wanted, but the last time he had been so slow, so deep, so gentle, so... intimate, with any of his harem, was when the horde had wintered in the mountains of the Southlands.

This was before he had given her her third calf, and that winter was brutally cold. They had intended to stay on the mountains for a couple of days, but the winds and snows made it impossible to leave for a week. Hunting and pillaged wine kept them from the worst of it, but the boredom and cold were almost more than they could bear.

But her master was clever.

When it became obvious that they weren't going anywhere, he abandoned his tent and stayed in his harem's. For the entire time, he kept his harem warm and occupied by mating with them. Arranging their bunks close together around the fire, he took them all on their backs, bearing down onto them so heavily that he could have smothered them. His short, slow, deliberate thrusts threatened to burn them from the heat of his whole cock, buried up to the hilt in them. They clung on to him tightly with every part of them, shivering. But not from the cold, but from the heat of his breath as he grunted heavily, and whispered sweet secrets, just between him and her, into their ears. When his climax came, he planted his seed deep into their wombs, and held still for a long moment, before covering them with their blanket, to make sure that his cow would be kept warm from within and from without, while he went on to dutifully and selflessly service another.

Regrettably, she was not able to contribute to the small herd of calves, affectionately called their Winter Children, that her harem sisters had borne him, but they all agreed that they had never felt more intimate or endeared to their master ever since.

Now, he was being that close with an interloper, who did nothing to earn it, infuriated her.

To distract herself, and spare herself from the look of intense focus on her master's face, she leaned down and busied herself with the Brass Ring cow's cunt, as well as to have her use a different angle on her. If she was lucky, she'd exhaust her so much that she wouldn't be able to respond to her master's attention, or at the very least bore him, meaning that he'd have more time with her instead.

By now, Prodos' cow had gotten used to his girth enough that he could change his rhythm. But her resolute silence was starting to frustrate him. His adjusted his thrusts to be short and sharp, but deep and purposeful. So powerful that he **** her onto her front onto his bed. Grabbing her arms, her crossed them behind her back, and took in a long, loud, and deep breath, before he drove his hips into her rump with such strength that it threatened to break the bed.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally exhaled and stopped. Under his ****, she was light-headed, her lungs feeling like the air had been knocked out of her, her eyes were glazed over, and chortled grunts came out of her throat, having climaxed silently at least twice. Barely a moment after her latest climax had ended, she felt a firm hand take hold of her head and twisted it to look up. His blurred shadow loomed over her, a determined and driven frown darkening his brow. "Hear me," he snorted lowly, angrily, directly into her ear, taking his time in saying each word so that she couldn't not hear him. "By the time I send you back to your master, I will have made... you... scream."

Her eyes going wide and a loud nervous sounding swallow was her answer, quickly followed by a sharp gasp as he removed himself from her, and left her with a quick swat on her rump.