The Big Payback

It took Grimm a little longer to walk back to the fort than it did for him to reach the spring. His hard cock and swollen balls made it harder to walk, engorged with the memory of his time with Morag and the prospect of finally relieving his burden after seemed like an eternity of torment.

The guards greeted him -- one winked at him, and he recognized her as one of the cows he'd suckled during the milk bath -- and let him through the gate. He stumbled toward the fort, ready to sit and relax.

Lennox and Amber greeted him when he reached the garden.

"Did you do it?" Lennox asked.

Grimm nodded. "Where's Reese?"

"She's in her room. Come on, I'll show you." She turned to Amber. "I'll be back in a few."

Lennox led Grimm upstairs, stopping when they reached a large threshold. "She's in there," Lennox said. "I'll see you later." She started to walk away, then stopped and turned around. "Actually..." She was poking her fingers together. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what's up?" Grimm asked.

"So, I know you're not planning on hanging around for much longer, but, like... before you go..."

Grimm raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"Can, we, like, fuck again? More than once, time permitting?" She paused. "Bulls are, umm... hard to come by."

Grimm grinned at her. "Sure, Lennox," he said.

She grinned back. "Awesome. Thanks." She turned to take her leave.

Now Grimm was alone, standing in front of Reese's bedroom. He let out a heavy sigh, then knocked.

Reese's muffled voice said: "Come in!"

So he did.

Reese was sitting on her bed, reading a book. She turned to face him as he walked inside. "Oh!" she said, putting the book aside. "Grimm! Were you able to --"

Grimm knew what Reese was about to ask. He didn't need to answer, nor would he at this stage. He was in pure animal mode right now, his mind set only to one thing: payback.

Kicking the door shut behind him, the great bull rushed Reese. He didn't give her the opportunity to stand up or shift to a more comfortable position. He was operating on primal instinct.

It was time to officially end the curse. Once and for all.

Reese yelped as Grimm tackled her to the bed. In the back of his mind he worried it would break, but gave it no further concern. Not now.

"Grimm, what are you --" Grimm pinned Reese to the bed, using his bulk to press her firmly against it. One of her legs was still hanging off of the bed, toes curling against the floor.

Grimm pressed both hands firmly against Reese's breastflesh. Her huge, wobbling orbs swayed and jiggled beneath him as he manipulated them, gripping the pillowy flesh and squeezing. Reese let out a puzzled moan as Grimm stuck his head between her tits and motorboated them. His great head, combined with the bulk of her chest, caused them to jostle heavily back and forth.

As he shoved his head between Reese's tits, Grimm heard something he had never heard before. He knew what it was, immediately: a soft sloshing sound, as if his head were surrounded by liquid. He grinned, and knew instantly what this meant. Reese had not been truly milked in months. She had, by her own admission, barely expressed any milk -- the vast majority was still trapped inside of her. And now it was making itself heard. This excited Grimm enough to wrench is head from between Reese's bosoms.

He looked down at her and licked his lips.

"G-Grimm," Reese moaned, squirming beneath him. "What are you..."

He didn't give her the chance to finish her question. The mercenary bull swiftly leaned forward and wrapped his lips around one of Reese's teats. He sucked as hard as he could, squeezing her tits as he did so.

Reese gasped and arched her back. "G-G-Grimm," she moaned, "my u-udders..." She began to thrash her head as Grimm upped the ante, causing her glasses to fall off. They landed on the floor, intact. "My poor, aching udders..."

Aching? Not for long, Grimm thought, as he swirled his tongue over Reese's teat. He briefly let it slip from his lips, eliciting a shocked "No" from Reese. It occurred to Grimm that attempting to milk Reese one breast at a time would take ages, so he opted to expedite the process. He mashed her heaving tits together, making her nipples kiss, and then took both in his mouth at once.

It paid off: only a few moments after he started sucking on both thick nubs, Grimm was rewarded with a torrent of milk. Reese lurched forward as her tits released their bounty. She gasped and cried out, planting her hands on the sides of her breasts to force more milk out. Grimm put his hands over hers and squeezed, hard, flooding his gullet with cream. It was too much for him to swallow, and soon Reese's milk was spilling onto her blankets and mattress. She didn't seem to care: she squirmed ecstatically beneath him, eventually moving her hands from her tits and running them through her hair. She contorted and shifted, unable to contain the tidal wave of pleasure that was suddenly washing over her.

"Yes," she moaned, face flushed.

Grimm was grinning like a madman as he sucked her. Then he had an idea. He released Reese's nipples, Keeping his firm grip on her breasts, he pushed them toward Reese's face. They were now at such an angle that if she wanted to she'd be able to suck on her own nipples.

And she wanted to. She really, really wanted to. Reese eagerly took both of her nipples into her mouth and sucked. She was still gasping and moaning, her utterances muffled but present, as she lapped at her own teats, feasting on her own backed-up milk supply. Milk washed over her face and neck. It dribbled down her chin, coating the mattress beneath her. But again, she simply didn't care.

After letting Reese get a taste of her own supply Grimm rolled off of her. He then grabbed her and hefted her up into a sitting position, pulling her backward until she was resting against his chest and stomach. He held her in position with his legs, which were wrapped around her waist. Grimm hefted Reese's tits up and squeezed, hard, sending sprays of milk across the room. Reese moaned and let her neck go slack, resting her head against Grimm's shoulder as he milked her. She sighed happily as her burden was lessened. This went on for a few minutes. Reese was seemingly in endless supply of three things: milk, gasps, and moans.

At one point, when Grimm looked down at his bovine prey, she looked back up at him. Her eyes were heavily lidded, as if she was on the verge of slipping into unconsciousness. He knew that wasn't the case, however. Reese lazily reached up, took Grimm's face in her hands, and brought his lips to hers.

Grimm and Reese explored each other's mouths. He continued to milk her, although his rhythm was now a little fucked up due to this new distraction. But it was a welcome distraction. He normally wasn't one for kissing, but something about these cows had won him over.

Reese moaned into Grimm's mouth as more and more of her milk left her udders.

Grimm decided to please her some more. He released her and dropped to all fours, and as soon as her back hit the mattress he launched forward and buried his face in her crotch. Reese let out a sharp gasp as Grimm serviced her. She wrapped her legs around his head and kept him secure in position.

As Grimm pushed her to the point of orgasm with his tongue, Reese alternated teats, giving each one a long suck, guzzling down her own milk. The milk she didn't swallow coated her upper body.

It didn't take long: Reese's leg grip tightened as she came. The cow let out a long, almost ear-piercingly loud cry of relief as she came on Grimm's face. It was a lot, more than he was used to. It slicked his face, flooding his nostrils with the scent of her juices. And her milk, of course.

But Grimm still wasn't done. He pulled himself up and started teasing Reese with her hand. He was wearing a big, silly grin.

Then Reese sat up, too. She was grinning, too, flashing him a fangy smile. Reese pushed her chest forward, flopping her tits in Grimm's lap. Without a word, the bandit leader began titfucking him, and when his cock emerged from her cleavage she was sure to give it a quick lick.

Grimm groaned with ecstasy. Even though he'd only shared Reese's curse for a fraction of the time she'd been dealing with it, it was an agony. And now, the prospect of release was overwhelming. He wanted nothing more than to cum, and cum, and cum.

And cum he did. A veritable shotgun blast of jizz erupted from between Reese's tits, coating her mouth, chin, and neck. It was incredible: Grimm had never experienced an orgasm like this. It was a desperate, urgent, mind-blowing orgasm that seemed to last forever. She lapped up some of his cum. They were both panting, covered in each other's -- and their own -- juices.

But Reese wasn't done. Neither was Grimm.

She straddled him, thrusting her breasts in his face. He obliged her, sucking hard on her nipples, swallowing down more loads of milk. Reese was still lactating as she swung around, mashed her sex into Grimm's face, and went to work sucking his cock.

She took his whole length in her mouth, coating his shaft in her saliva. He orally serviced her, hands firmly gripping her pillowy buttcheeks. Reese bounced as she gobbled Grimm's cock, which was still painfully erect. She was moaning and gasping with wild abandon. She occasionally let his dick slip from her mouth so she could conserve some energy, opting to stroke it and lick the head. In these moments, Grimm wondered if the whole fortress was able to hear Reese's thunderous roars of pleasure. He didn't have much time to ponder this, however, because Reese was... more than adept when it came to sucking cock. She was able to stimulate every nerve, draw out every ounce of pleasure. She worked his balls with one hand. It still felt like he had gallons (okay, maybe an exaggeration) of cum inside of him. Reese appeared to be determined to get it all out.

Grimm let out a loud moan as he came. He bucked upward into Reese, driving his cock further down her throat and shooting load after load of cum. He was still cumming as she rolled off of him (keeping one hand on his shaft and jerking) and looked him straight in the eyes. She stuck out her tongue, catching more of his jism. She was sure to swallow every drop she caught.

Reese kept jerking Grimm even after he came. It made sense: he was still hard. Was he going to be hard forever? He hoped not, although the result of such a condition was working out for him so far. She climbed atop him and wordlessly brought herself down onto him. Cow and bull both let out loud, moaning sighs as he entered her and began to buck.

Reese bounced atop him, tits slapping heavily against each other. He immediately thought he was going to cum, but didn't. Instead, he planted his hands on Reese's hips to keep her steady. She put her hands over his, tightening her grip when she started humping him harder. Her udders bounced and jostled, and Grimm was certain he could still hear sloshing coming from her chest. Reese was gasping, letting out sharp cries of pleasure. Grimm reached up, took her breasts in his hands, and squeezed. He was instantly showered with milk. He kept milking the cow as she fucked him.

Reese was on top of him for a while. She rolled her hips, planted her palms on her asscheeks and arched her back as she reached the breaking point, and when she came she let out a long, shuddering sigh. Grimm came at about the same time. Excess cum dribbled out onto the bed, a shared intermingling of their juices.

As their mutual orgasm reached its peak, Reese leaned forward, mashing her udders against Grimm's chest. He gripped the side of one and squeezed, blasting his chin with milk. Reese lapped it up, dragging her tongue toward Grimm's mouth... he pulled her in tight and pressed his lips to hers, milking her with one hand.

Wave after wave of orgasm hit them both, and then -- darkness. Grimm passed out.