Xeranthe "helps" the other cow.

Hearing the whorish wails and moans coming out from the Brass Ring cow drove Xeranthe mad. That was HER master's cock. That belongs to HER. That should be HER that was losing her mind from a climax that HER master gave HER. She didn't mind having to share him with the rest of his harem, but these were outsiders that had no right to be here.

If only those three idiots they call their masters hadn't made that stupid wager, her throat would be raw from screaming, her breasts sucked dry, her arms and legs burning from holding him close, her body twitching from the multitude of climaxes, and her sore but surely bred cunt overflowing with his Champion seed.

She buried her frustrations by burying her snout and fingers into the cunt of the Iron Hooves cow, making her groan softly and shake on the bed, that she usually kept warm for her master. Her eyes were shut tight, pretending that those were her harem sisters with them. Her mouth was secured against the cow's mound, lapping and licking at her slit, while her fingers pushed and pressed against her inner walls, forcing them apart so that she could accommodate her master's girth.

Under her dutiful, practiced, and rather aggressive technique, it didn't take long for her to bring the Iron Hooves cow to a shuddering climax, making her fall forwards onto the bed. Grabbing the wine bottle she had put down next to her, she took a quick swig to get the taste of outsider out of her mouth, giving her a few moments rest before telling her to get back up on all fours.

"You're relaxed enough in the front," she said, corking the bottle, before licking it all over. "Now for the rest of you."

Looping her arm around her waist, and holding the bottle by the neck, she pressed the base of it against the cow's cunt entrance. "Just breathe," she said, looking over her shoulder briefly. Hearing, but not seeing the cow's hard swallow, she started to slowly feed the bottle into her, twisting it slowly to help it along its way.

By the time the shoulders of the bottle were just peeking out of her, the Iron Hooves cow was trembling. Sweat dripped freely from her body onto the bed, and every muscle in her body was tense. Her hands were balled up into tight fists, and her breathing was hard and loud. The rigid unforgiving pressure made her feel like an errant twitch would split her in half. But, for the pride of her horde, she refused to yield. A deep frown darkened her brow as she endured, the love of her master, and want for him to be with her in the normal way again giving her strength.

Loathe she was to admit it, Xeranthe had to give the Iron Hooves cow some credit. The only noises that had come out of her were deep centering breaths, short sharp hisses, and only the softest whimpers of discomfort. She had been tempted to just jam and jab it into her, and ruin her cunt, so that neither of their masters would ever want to be with her again, but to be so obvious, and with her master right next to them, it wouldn't have been smart. "Good girl," she said, with a couple reassuring pats to her rump. "Take a few more breaths and try to relax. Our Lord will be gentle with you," before muttering under her breath, "at first."

Still kneeling, she looked to her master, who was presently occupied with the possibility of linking up the Brass Ring's cow's nipple and cunt lip rings together via her chains. She suppressed an angry snarl into an irritated eye twitch. "Lord, she is ready."

"Hm? Ah, excellent," he replied, casually extracting himself from the climax exhausted cow. Now uncorked, a small river of her liquids dribbled out of her, pooling into the puddles that were his hoofprints.

With the same smoothness and ease, he sheathed his cock into Xeranthe's already waiting mouth, palming her head and pinching her shorn horns between his fingers for extra grip. He gave the cow he had left to her a cursory glance, and very lightly tested the grip she had on what was inside her. Finding it to his satisfaction, he looked down at the expectant expression on his cow's face. "You have done well," he smiled, rubbing the top of her head. A tingle ran up his spine as she **** herself a little deeper on his cock in happiness. "I would ask you what you wanted as a reward, but I already know what it is."

He locked eyes with her. His intense gaze, the low rumbling tone, and surety of his promise almost made her climax from his words alone.

"I will give you what you want."