A Heartfelt Apology (a.k.a. Shameless Titty Worship)

"Simple." Daisy was smirking, an expression not often seen on the big, muscular cow's typically fretful face. "You're gonna apologize."

"Apologize?" Grimm raised an eyebrow. "That was a fair --"

"To these," Daisy said simply, hefting up her gargantuan breasts. The small swatches of fabric (barely) covering her nipples were dark and visibly damp. Despite this seeming burst of confidence Daisy was obviously blushing.

"Oh." A smile crept over Grimm's lips.

"After all," Daisy continued, slowly approaching the downed bull, "you're the one who hurt 'em in the first place..."

"True," Grimm said. "Wanna... go back to the tent?"

Daisy shook her head. "I wanna do it out here," she said, rubbing the back of her head. "Under the stars..."

Grimm grinned. "Well, you're the winner."

Daisy went down on her knees and got comfy as Grimm hurried over to the tent and fetched a blanket.

Daisy was lying on her back, looking up at the stars, using her hands as a pillow. She'd pulled off her bikini top and set it beside her. Her nipples were stiff, teased by the night-breeze, and vaguely damp.

She was supremely satisfied with the way things were going: not only was she nice and comfy, but her companion was currently kneeling over her, massaging her massive udders. Grimm was hard at work, gently kneading and stroking and caressing the pillowy flesh of Daisy's chest. He was eager to please her, judging by the way his tender fingers explored her body, by the soft smile he wore...

The bull didn't seem to tire of "apologizing" to Daisy's breasts: he must have massaged them for ten, fifteen minutes at least, never losing his rhythm, never complaining... It felt heavenly.

After a while Daisy blushed and nudged Grimm with her foot. "Grimm," she said softly, voice nearly at a whisper. "I h-haven't been milked t-today..."

Grimm grinned. He even licked his lips, as if suddenly remembering he was hungry. "Oh?" he asked, continuing to knead and caress.

"Mmhmmm..." Daisy sighed.

Grimm knelt forward until his face hovered over one of Daisy's nipples. "Tell me when to stop."

The moment his lips made contact with her tender nipple Daisy decided she'd never tell Grimm when to stop. She gasped as her milk shot up into his mouth, spurred on with very little prompting on the bull's part. She was full, almost uncomfortable, even. It felt amazing to have her big lover suckle on her aching tits, relieving her of her burden.

"M-more," Daisy moaned, digging the back of her head into the blanket. "Moooooore..." A small moo managed to work its way into her command, making her blush.

But Grimm did as he was told: he licked, sucked, teased, squeezed... He sucked down mouthful after mouthful of milk, moaning a little as he swallowed, clearly enjoying this, too.

"Yes," Daisy gasped, reaching up and taking Grimm's horns in her hands. It was as if she were steering him toward her nipples. She couldn't help it. She couldn't hold it back any longer.

Daisy began to moo.

It was soft at first, disappearing into the breeze the moment it left her lips. But...

Grimm was practically grinning into Daisy's breasts. The sound of Daisy mooing was adorable, and what's more, it spurred him further. He kept suckling, drinking down her bounty, allowing her to "steer" him from breast-to-breast via his horns. He liked that Daisy was taking control.

The great bull happily milked his companion for close to an hour, refusing to stop until she was satisfied.