Daisy, Awake

Daisy's voice was low, unsure, an audible blush. It was obvious that she hadn't been awake for long, but long enough -- enough to see the play of complicated feelings across the great bull's face. "You're awake..." She moved her hand, the one that had been stroking his cheek, and cupped the opposite side of his face. Despite her musculature her touch was gentle, delicate.

Grimm sighed softly. "Yeah... couldn't sleep." He gently removed his hand from Buttercup's head and placed it on Daisy's back, starting at her expansive bottom and trailing his fingers up her spine. The cow sighed at his touch, nuzzling her face against his chest.

Her green eyes looked up at him without judgment. Even in the dark of night Grimm could see that Daisy was blushing, faint crimson dawning at the horizon of her cheeks. "Is anything wrong?" Under different circumstances Grimm would have thought it strange, seeing such a big, intimidating woman be so vulnerable. But he'd gotten to know her, had come to see that she was consistently vulnerable, that her heart was open to what everyone thought of her. With Daisy there always seemed to be this... impenetrable self-judgment. Grimm could only ponder at the cause.

"I'm okay, I think," Grimm replied. "Just... I dunno. Thinking about stuff." He didn't mean to be evasive. It came naturally to him at times like these. It always had.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Daisy's fingers gently caressed Grimm's cheek, his neck... they played over his chest, too, gently tugging at the fur.

The great bull sighed. He looked up at the ceiling, then at the moonlight coming through the open window. Goddess, what a still night this was. And yet...

"We don't have to." Whatever boldness that had been threatening to surge forth receded into the unfamiliar charybdis of self-doubt. "I understand."

Grimm craned his neck so he could nuzzle the fretful cow. "No, it's..." He sighed again. "I guess... I had this idea, y'know? Of what I'd do after my quest was over."

"What was it?"

"Taking my coin, wasting it on whatever came to mind, and drinking myself into a hole for a while." The moment these thoughts left his lips Grimm was embarrassed by them. They suddenly felt base... wrong. Not inherently wrong, but suddenly false.

"Oh." Daisy's eyes met Grimm's. "Umm... that sounds... fun..."

Grimm chuckled. He tried to stay quiet, tried not to wake the others. "Honestly... it doesn't sound so fun anymore."

"Why?"

"Because all of a sudden..." He looked back up at the ceiling. "Because all of a sudden... I can't stop thinking about something else. About... about how much better it would be..." He turned his head, looked down at Daisy. "How much better it would be to stay... here."

Grimm could tell that Daisy's blush had spread. "Oh..."

"Yeah."

"A-are... you...?" She looked up at him expectantly.

Grimm smiled, despite his lingering unease. "I... think I will." He swallowed. "After... I'm done."

Daisy made a small sound. Grimm couldn't decipher it. "Do you think it would make you happy?"

Grimm nuzzled her again. "I think it would make me very happy." The cow's forehead was warm, flushed. It was like she was always on the verge of bursting into flame.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Then..." Daisy's hand lazily drifted upward toward Grimm's scalp. She found one his horns and traced a half-moon along its base. "M-maybe you should s-stay..."

"Maybe I should." Grimm nuzzled her some more, pushing against her forehead with his lips and chin. He impulsively planted a kiss on her forehead, just below her hairline. The bull breathed in Daisy's scent... she smelled like sweat and sunshine.

"I'd like that." Daisy's voice was small, almost inaudible. It was like she was sucking her voice into itself. "I'd like that... a lot."

"Yeah?" Grimm kissed her forehead again, right in the center this time.

"Yeah..." The cow pressed her face into Grimm's shoulder, trying to hide.

"Hey, Daisy?"

She didn't pull her face away, but she turned just enough for one emerald eye to peer up at him. It cut through the darkness like a beacon. Daisy remained silent, but Grimm could tell she was prompting him to continue.

"You don't have to be so bashful." Grimm smiled down at her, trying to reassure her as well as he could.

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't be." He gently squeezed her against him. "I think it's cute, but... you're allowed to want things."

"I know..." Daisy was quiet for a moment. Then she looked up at him. "You think it's cute?"

Grimm nodded. "I think you're cute." It was true -- he did. Just like he thought all of these women, his lovers, were lovable in their own ways.

"Oh..." Daisy bit her lower lip, looking very fretful. "Umm..." She smiled -- a tiny pixie of a smile. "I, umm... I think you're c-cute, too..."

"Oh, yeah?" Grimm squeezed her again.

The big cow nodded into the great bull's chest. There was a tightness there; maybe she could feel it. Maybe she could tell how conflicted he really was, how much he wanted to just shirk his quest and stay here, no questions asked. No detours. But he'd made a promise... and for once, for some reason, this promise meant the world to him. He'd fulfill his quest, help Mars -- the woman who, in a way, had led him to these other women in the first place -- and return here, to the fortress, and stay for eternity.

He promised to himself he'd live an endless procession of beautiful days.

"Grimm...?"

"Yeah?"

"I'll m-miss you."

"I'll miss you too."

"Really?"

Grimm nodded. "I really, really will."

"Umm..."

"Yeah?" He was falling into the rhythm of her anxiety, figuring out the little cues and pushes she made, the things she communicated without coming out and saying them.

"C-can I..." Daisy suddenly fell silent and re-buried her face in his chest.

Grimm's fingers trailed up and down Daisy's spine, faintly caressing every inch of flesh they touched. "It's okay. I promise."

Daisy looked back up at him. She was gently biting her lower lip. "C-can I... k-kiss you?"

The great bull smiled. It was earnest, sweet. "C'mere."

Daisy cautiously scooted further up the bed, careful not to wake Buttercup, who lying between the big cow and the great bull.

As if suddenly possessed of an alien confidence Daisy cupped Grimm's cheek and turned his face toward hers. The bull wanted to bring his own hand up to Daisy's face, but she was lying at an angle that made this difficult. So instead he gripped her waist and held her tight against him.

Their lips met.

The room was quiet.

Daisy moaned softly into Grimm's mouth, gently pressing his face tight against hers. It was as though she was desperate to not break the kiss, the way her hand found the back of his head and held him in place. Grimm would have done the same if he could.

Their lips did part, but Grimm immediately put his to good use, craning his neck down just enough for him to pepper Daisy's neck with kisses. He kissed up its side, then along her jawline, then up to her ear... all the while she made soft, nearly-quiet noises, like little coos and sighs.

"Oh..." Daisy said simply, biting her lower lip again. She couldn't hide her smile.

"Was that what you wanted?"

Daisy nodded. "But... I want... m-more, too..."

"More?"

"I wish..." She sighed, looked suddenly unsure of herself. "I wish we could... make love..." Her eyes went wide as saucers. "I mean... have s-sex..."

Grimm smiled. "Is that... what you like to call it...?"

Daisy shook her head. "N-no..."

"Daisy..." The great bull kissed the fretful cow on the lips.

"Is it... lame...?"

"No." Grimm chuckled softly, barely louder than the night-breeze. "I think it's very cute."

"R-really?"

"Really."

The cow looked up at him with those sparkling eyes. There was magic there.

"I've never noticed how beautiful your eyes are."

"Oh..." Daisy blushed. "R-really?"

"Really."

Silence for a moment. Then:

"I wish I could go with you." It was as if she'd lost herself for a second.

"Yeah?"

"I-I m-mean..."

"Do you really want to?"

"I..." Daisy gave up the ghost. She nodded slowly, looking strangely ashamed. "I want to... even though I'll miss my f-friends I wanna... I wanna go on an adventure, too, y'know?" The longer she talked, the more confident Daisy seemed to become, and the more confident Daisy seemed to become, the less she stuttered. "I used to be a mercenary like y-you, but it feels like that was such a long... time ago..." She fell quiet.

Grimm said it without thinking much, because he knew if he stewed on it he'd trick himself into second-guessing it: "Well then... come with me."

"S-sorry, I..." Daisy paused. "What?"

Grimm chuckled. "Come with me, Daisy."

Daisy immediately looked conflicted. "B-but... my friends..." Grimm understood. The interplay between the desire for security and the desire for danger was difficult, complicated, and Grimm wouldn't ever dream of tearing any one of these cows away from the others.

"I understand," Grimm said. "I was just... offering, y'know?"

"I'd miss 'em... A-are you s-sure we'd come back?"

"As soon as we could." He gave her a squeeze.

"Oh..." She looked down for a moment, then back up at him. "Grimm?"

"Yes?"

"Would you really... like me to come with you?"

"I would." He wasn't lying.

"W-why?"

Grimm chuckled and pulled Daisy close. "Because... who wouldn't love having a strong, beautiful lady like you at his side?"

"O-oh..." She smiled.

"But you don't have to. I promise."

Daisy was quiet for a few minutes. Grimm thought she'd fallen asleep, but then: "I wanna... I wanna come with you."

"I'd love to have you."

She nuzzled him. "I'll... I'll talk to Reese in the morning, okay? And the others."

"Okay." Grimm sighed. "Do you think they'll be okay with it?"

Daisy chewed her lower lip. "I do... I think they want me to be happy."

"I know they do."

"Yeah," Daisy said, smiling. "They do." She brought her lips to his and, much to his surprise, slipped her tongue past his lips. Grimm smiled into the kiss, letting his tongue meet Daisy's, let them play over one another. The cow sighed, bringing her hand to his chest, massaging his collarbone with her finger. Grimm reached around her and gestured for her hand; she brought it to his. Grimm held Daisy's hand as he kissed her, more deeply this time, and when their lips finally parted he nuzzled her forehead, then kissed her just above the eye.

Daisy grinned up at the great bull in a way he'd never seen before. He wanted to capture this moment somehow, let it hang frozen and crystalline in his memory palace forever. Maybe it would.

Grimm's hand released Daisy's and returned to her back. He gently slid it down to her rump, down the cheek... She sighed at his touch.

"Daisy..."

"Grimm?"

"Do you want me to... make love... to you?" His fingers followed the arc of her buttocks.

Daisy nodded. She couldn't hide her smile, now.

"If I can just..." Grimm chuckled softly. "If I can just... get my hand..."

"Oh," Daisy said, giggling a little. "You don't have to."

"But you said --"

"Here," Daisy purred, and before Grimm could ask what "here" referred to she hefted one of her titanic breasts up toward him. She truly had the largest breasts Grimm had ever seen, a fact confirmed by the ease with which her nipple reached his mouth.

Grimm took Daisy's nipple between his lips. He looked at her with kind eyes, made her know she was safe, and began to suck. He was gentle, careful not to elicit a sharp moan or gasp from the oversensitive cow.

"This is all I need..." Daisy sighed, as her milk began to flow. Grimm swallowed it down, not in big gulps like before but in slow, gentle pulses. "Oh... Grimm..." Now that Daisy's nipple was firmly in Grimm's mouth, she brought her hand his cheek and caressed it.

Milk filled Grimm's mouth. It was delicious.

He felt a stirring in his loins. Daisy must have noticed, because she soon moved her hand from his cheek to his groin, where she drew lazy circles around the base of his member with her finger.

"Is this... okay?" she asked softly.

Grimm nodded into Daisy's breast, causing a thick spurt of milk to fill his mouth.

Daisy cooed. With rising confidence she took Grimm's cock in her hands and began to stroke.

Grimm sighed, the sound nearly inaudible through Daisy's soft flesh.

Daisy stroked the bull, gently at first, but growing stronger and faster, until she was jerking him. She quickly found a rhythm, and in the dense, peaceful silence she and Grimm made love to each other in the only ways they could, surrounded by their friends, their lovers. Neither of them made any attempt to push the other, to make things end too quickly; they were content to gently and deliberately pleasure each other in a way neither had done before.

Grimm was amazed by Daisy's capacity. She had so much to give, and it dawned on Grimm that perhaps she was never empty, that she was always full in some way, and that perhaps that was why she was so sensitive, why it was so easy to please her with his lips and his tongue. Or, of course, she could have simply been exceptionally sensitive -- Grimm had met other women like that, although nowhere to the degree that Daisy was. He found it adorable, really, the way she squirmed and sighed and moaned at even the gentlest lap or suckle.

"Oh..."

That was all she needed to say, really: Grimm could tell his lover was on the precipice of orgasm, could tell by the way her body coiled tighter against his, or the way her voice sharpened, or the way the flow of her milk seemed to increase just a little. These little tells -- they were driving him wild, in a strange way. He wished he could express it more fully to her... but that time would almost certainly come, wouldn't it? There was a part of him, an atavistic part, perhaps, that suddenly wanted to protect this woman, to shield her from worry. Strange, Grimm guessed, though maybe not unexpected. He'd grown soft over the last few days, and he was getting to the point that it no longer bothered him.

Daisy shuddered, mooed softly, and slackened. Simple as that.

But she didn't stop manipulating Grimm with her hand. She seemed driven, now. Not that he had much longer to go... in fact... The great bull suddenly jolted, arching his back, as he came. Daisy gently aimed his cock toward the end of the bed, allowing him to issue his seed onto the floor. It was a lazy orgasm, a gentle one -- not like the torrents he'd produced over the last few days. Daisy kept pleasuring him a little longer, squeezing enough to draw out the rest of his cum. Some of it clung to her hand, spiderwebbing between her fingers.

Grimm slackened, sank back into the bed. He was suddenly very sleepy.

Daisy shifted, letting her breast fall back near its original resting spot. Her face came back into view. She blushed as she brought her hand up and, with a little smile, took it between her lips. She sucked each finger until it was clean, and then, as if she could entice Grimm further, stuck out her tongue. The remains of Grimm's ejaculation rested there. Daisy made a little sound as her tongue disappeared between her lips and she swallowed. Then, finally spent, Daisy wrapped her arm around Grimm's neck and rested her hand at its base.

"Daisy..."

"Grimm... that was... so good..." She nuzzled him.

"Yeah?"

She nodded.

They kissed.

"Grimm..."

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"Thank you."

Grimm could have sworn that for a microsecond Daisy looked smug. She settled her head on his shoulder. "Let's get s-some sleep. I'll talk to Reese in the morning..."

"Okay." He squeezed her against him.

"Oh. Grimm..."

"What's up?"

"I wanna fight you."

Grimm chuckled as Daisy kissed his cheek. "Let's do it." He yawned. "After we've had some rest..."

"Yeah..." was all Daisy said, for she was soon asleep. And then Grimm was, too.