Notice the Demon Girl futas watching from across the barn and wave at them while still nursing Dulce

Main Barn Interior, Paradise Breeding Farm, at 09:52 AM on Monday April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7)

I'm still nursing hard on Dulce's second breast, my lips sealed tight around her fat nipple as her sweet vanilla-flavored milk floods my mouth, when I notice three figures watching us from across the barn. They're, like, totally gorgeous—standing at the far enclosure with their eyes locked on me. Even from here I can see the curved horns sprouting from their heads, the long demonic tails swishing behind them, and oh my god their bodies are absolutely incredible.

Without thinking, I lift one hand from Dulce's heavy breast and give them a cheerful wave, milk still dribbling down my chin. One of them—a girl with deep crimson skin—grins wide and waves back, nudging her companions.

I finally pull off Dulce's nipple with a wet pop, her breast noticeably softer now though still impressively huge. Both Cowgirl futas are panting and flushed, their thick cocks rock-hard and pressing against their pregnant bellies.

"Oh goddess, thank you," Dulce whimpers, reaching down to adjust her swollen cock. "That felt SO good."

"You're, like, totally welcome!" I chirp, standing up. I'm completely covered in milk—it's coating my chin, neck, breasts, and dripping down my stomach. The sweet smell clings to me along with the heavy scent of the Cowgirls' arousal. I probably reek of female pheromones right now. "I'm gonna go check on those Demon girls now!"

"Wait, you're just leaving?" Bessie asks, looking down at the puddles of spilled milk soaking into the straw. "Shouldn't we clean this up?"

"Oh, ARIA can totally handle that!" I say brightly, turning toward the speaker on the wall. I stick my tongue out and blow a raspberry at it. "She's being super mean anyway, so she can clean up the mess!"

"I'm an artificial intelligence, you absolute moron," ARIA's voice crackles with indignation. "I don't have hands. I can't clean anything. That's literally YOUR job."

"Whatever!" I skip toward the Demon Girl enclosure, my milk-slicked tits bouncing, purple braid swaying against my naked ass. The three Demon futas watch my approach with expressions that make my pussy clench—hungry, predatory, but also, like, super friendly!

As I get closer, I can see them better. The crimson-skinned one is tallest with short black hair and golden eyes. Another has purple-grey skin and long white hair pulled into a ponytail. The third has obsidian-black skin that gleams in the barn light, her silver hair cut short.

All three are completely naked, and all three have massive erect cocks jutting from between their legs—thick, veiny, demonic cocks that have to be at least ten inches long. Maybe more. My mouth waters.

"Well hello there, little owner," the crimson one purrs as I reach their fence. Her voice is deep and smoky. "That was quite the show you put on with Bessie and Dulce. Very... generous of you."

"I'm Sable," the purple-grey one says, her golden eyes raking over my milk-covered body. "This is Crimson, and that's Ember." She gestures to the crimson-skinned and black-skinned girls respectively.

"We've been waiting to meet you," Ember adds, her voice a low rumble. Her silver eyes focus on my breasts. "You smell absolutely delicious. Like milk and arousal and desperation."

I giggle, pressing myself against the fence. "I'm Candi! And you girls are, like, super pretty! Are you hungry? Do you need anything?"