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The party was already starting to split. Claire most certainly noticed the absence of the sneaky felines. Maybe it was for the best. Travelling in a group that big was sure to attract attention they didn’t want. Having a healer or two in a crowd was important though, and Claire marched on, deeper into the dungeon, paying close attention to the other members of the diverse group around her. Any moment now, and her goddess was going to make her decision.

Though she appeared a lovely, peaceful cleric, nobody had ever asked her who she worshipped. Maybe they were all too polite, or maybe they just somehow [i]knew[/i] not to bring it up. If they knew the truth, they might not have been so quick to invite her on their questing. Claire derived her powers from a dark, mysterious goddess, the very same who had transformed her into a minotaur to begin with. She hadn’t always been the tall, bountiful bovine she was. The blessing was a welcome one though, serving to make her all the more confident, and all the more enticing too. When it came time to lure a few of the other party members to the hidden shrine, concealed there beneath the city, Claire was certain all she was going to need to do was ask nicely.

She wasn’t the only one who belonged to an unusual deity either. Every now and then she glanced Abigail’s way. The lovely doe always offered her a smile when she found the cow staring. For someone who worshipped such an unusual god, she was unusually cheery. Of course the goddess wanted her. She was the first choice to convert to the ways of the minotaur queen. Claire scanned the rest of the group, and eventually found her eyes naturally fixing on the giggling bard bouncing about in the group.

Just getting a good, extended look at the pretty hyena in her fine clothes was making Claire’s armour feel a little tighter. She cleared her throat and straightened her back, looking away after an extended inspection from afar. Such a bright, energetic adventurer. She almost didn’t seem the goddess’ type, but Claire wasn’t going to question divine orders. Her deity spoke directly into her mind, not exactly in a voice so much as an urge, a command that became an intrinsic part of her being. The only option was to obey.

Approaching Abby, she held out her hand and bent down a little to speak to her covertly.

“I have a message for you from my goddess. She wishes to convene with your own, through us. If you’ll follow me ... “

That much was entirely true. The goddess [i]did[/i] want a word with Abby’s divinity. That doe didn’t see anything wrong with that.

“I can do that! Where are we going? Should we tell the others?”

“Mmm, well.” Claire briefly clenched her sharp teeth. “There is a shrine near here. Only I know the way. Worship of my mist- of my god, it hasn’t always been legal.”

The doe didn’t flinch. “Oh, I know how that goes.”

“Will you help me convince the bard? What’s her name, Keedee?”

“That’s the one. Sure! She never struck me as the religious type, meaning no offense to her or anything. Where does she come into this?”

“We’ll know better once we get there.” Claire gave a soft, if mischievous smile. “This way.”

Kee was mid-chatter when the clerics walked right up to her. One large, armoured minotaur and one slimmer but tall, robed doe gave her looks that stopped her mid-conversation. It didn’t take long before she was giggling again.

“Oh! Hi there. Am I in trouble?”

“Nothing like that,” Claire said, reaching out with one of her big, mailed hands. “Will you come with me for a moment? My goddess wishes to speak with you, in a sense.”

“Hmmm.” Kee took a few seconds to look the minotaur up and down. Even in armour, that figure was prominent and tempting for a lustful hyena like her. “I didn’t get this far turning down mysterious offers from gorgeous women!”

Abby softly laughed and followed along. Claire found herself wondering if it had been some sort of unnatural blessing, some sort of mind-altering power that made her offerings agree to follow her down a dark tunnel so easily. Or maybe it was just her natural charisma. She was quite pleased with herself either way, striding along until they hit what seemed like a dead end. That didn’t last long. Reciting a quick, quiet prayer, one hand raised, light sprang forth from her fingertips and unveiled a secret door that silently slid open, disturbing the dust.

Neither deer nor hyena hesitated to follow her into the chamber beyond. It was far more spacious on the other side than seemed likely for a place like that. So much was possible beneath the city, and so much was hidden away. The candles lit themselves when Claire raised her hands to bring holy life to that forgotten place. Shadows danced upon the walls, and the air grew hazy with something far beyond the natural grim of an unattended underground shrine.

“There is ... power in this place.” Abby stopped to think, rubbing at her muzzle. “I feel something creeping in a little more with every breath.”

“Yeah. [i]Horny[/i] power.” Kee snorted with amusement. “And I’m not just saying that. I might not know divine magic, but I’m plenty sensitive to energies like this. What did ... what did you say your goddess wanted with us, exactly?”

This time, Claire showed a little more teeth when she smiled. She had those sharp, even carnivorous fangs of a minotaur rather than the flatter teeth of a cow. They gleamed in the firelight. Her gaze was powerful and intense, and she didn’t speak a word. Simply looking up and down those two lightly dressed beauties she’d managed to reel in with only herself as bait, she couldn’t help but glow with pride. Or maybe that was something else resonating through her. Her tone remained polite.

“Would you be so kind as to remove your armour and whatever clothing you have underneath?”

Abby and Keedee exchanged a look. They nodded. Kee was very good at getting herself naked in record time, as if her outfit was built for prompt removal when it came time to apply her particular bard talents. Abby was a little more clumsy with it, tugging at things until a completely bare hyena stepped over to help loosen a few things. Despite the light appearance of Abby’s cloak and robe, a few things thudded or clanked to the ground in the process of removing it. The doe really was more than she appeared, but that was fine with Claire. So was she.

When she had two lean, busty, giggling offerings standing before her, soaking in the lustful energy of the goddess to the point their sexes were glistening, dripping down their inner thighs, it was Claire’s turn. She knew well how to work her armour by then, despite its heavy appearance. Bracing herself with her hooves firmly to the floor, standing before a statue of her ancient goddess, she bared herself to the other two, one bit at a time. Two pairs of eyes intently took in her every single detail, her every curve, until she was topless before them.

Claire couldn’t help showing off a little. She hefted her breasts, that truly impressive pair that the goddess had given her. Squeezing them firmly enough made her bite her lip. She wasn’t leaking milk yet, but that was always a possibility later. For the moment, she focused on finishing the job, working over her greaves and getting to her underclothes for an equally impressive appeal of her great, heavy nuts dropping free and bouncing beneath an ample sheath. Kee’s eyes seemed to follow every single wobble, while Abby simply stood back to take in the naked minotaur as a whole.

“Ahhh. That’s much better. I have to admit, I’m feeling a little sweaty after spending most of the day in my full armour. Would you two be so kind as to help me out with that? I didn’t bring a cloth, but your tongues will do just fine ...”

She flashed them a smile with a little gleam of fang. They naturally gravitated towards her, and she lifted an arm to give Abby a place to rest her face. Though they had only just met in the tavern, it felt so natural to have the doe’s tongue sweeping and slathering along the sweat-damp confines of her underarm. Claire gave a short huff of approval when she felt that first lick, along with all the kisses and nuzzling that came so naturally to Abby. Keedee wasn’t quite tall enough for an armpit, nor even for a tit, but Claire could help with that.

Scooping an arm down under the cute, short spotty’s butt, she easily lifted her up to get smothered between those truly ample tits. Kee dove in and immersed herself, muzzle enveloped from both sides in soft cow breasts. She sniffed there, taking in a not-insignificant dose of Claire’s pent up musk. The rising arousal only made things hotter and more huffable, and by the juices dripping down over the cow’s clutching fingers, the hyena liked that flavour very much. She soon was wrapped up in licks even sloppier and more generous than Abby’s efforts, but Claire appreciated them both. She sighed in delight, soaking in the worship like she was divine herself. All she had to do was offer, and they were lapping it all right up.

“That’s the blessing of my sweet goddess ... breaking down those silly barriers that keep us from enjoying each other like this. There’s no shame in it when we’re all having so much fun, right?”

“Hmmf,” Kee said.

Abby actually made the effort to pull back, face almost completely coated in cow sweat when she gave her thoughtful reply. “That’s exactly how I see it. Spreading love and joy through touch and pleasure is the holiest work of all! I think our gods would get along pretty well, actually. I don’t know why people say they don’t.”

“Mm,” was Claire’s simple reply. She couldn’t reveal too much, just yet.

What she could reveal was the full, impressive size of her cock. It didn’t take her long to stiffen up when she had two naked offerings before her. Taking in their curves, their needy scents that only grew more eager the longer they worshipped her, Claire was rigid in seconds. Her equine-like shaft flared out at the tip, flexing, bulging, even trembling with the rising need to drain her nuts. She could feel her balls tightening at the mere thought of filling up one of those lust-addled beauties. The only question was who she was going to have first.

With the hyena already in her clutches, she found it easy to just carry her along and back her into one of the walls. She was much smaller than Claire, but she took that thud in stride. A hyena like her was sure to be durable despite her slim structure. Claire gave her a deep, scrutinizing gaze from above, finally helping her out of her perspiring cleavage to see her spotty face again. Kee panted, drooled a little, drenched in sweat, fur steaming, eyes wide and shiny in the candlelight.

Their bodies were asking all the questions and giving all the answers without either of them needing to speak a word. The hyena’s scent was desperate, as were the trembling pumps of her pussy, the steadily dripping juices rolling down her thighs, all the way to her curling toes. That girl needed everything Claire could give. She all but demanded the full strength of the minotaur’s lust, mixing her shaky whimpers of desire with more unhinged giggles. The silly sound just made Claire want to fuck her more. And harder, just to see if she could finally silence that noisy thing.

“I see our gods have similar ideas about sharing blessings,” Abby said, taking a seat on one of the worn old benches before the shrine. “Let’s see how you worship.”

She was no idle observer. The deer sat all stretched out in the nude, luxuriantly stroking a finger across her tender petals. Her scent of lust wasn’t quite so potent as Kee’s own, but her need was every bit as strong. Yet she was patient and tempered, masturbating herself idly, without pushing to a finish, just to maintain that mesmerizing state of utter desire. She had an excellent look at Claire’s backside, flexing and wobbling alike with every motion while the minotaur positioned herself to penetrate the horny lunatic of a bard.

It was easier than Claire expected. Kee was ever so tight on the first prod of that broad shaft, but a little more pressure was all it took to spread her around all that girth. The hyena’s eyes rolled back for a moment when she got that flare all nestled inside of her, but she got a hold of herself in time. Relatively speaking. She was still giggling, shuddering, wrapping her legs tight around the broad frame of the minotaur penetrating her. Claire snorted in pleasure with all that clenching and squeezing massaging the first inch or two of her shaft, but there was so much more to go. Deeper she went, juicing the giggles out of the hyena while all that liquid lust streamed down the cow’s heavy, pumping balls.

The urge to simply say fuck it and blow a load inside that hot hyena cunt that very moment wasn’t easily ignored. Only by bracing herself, stomping her hooves, and shaking off the initial rush of pleasure could Claire focus on properly mating that tight girl. She had so much to show sweet Kee, so many blessings to share, and it all started with a deep, powerful [i]thrust[/i]. It was just one motion, one tug and then lunge forth once she was halfway buried in that massively soaked sex, juicing out even more mess to splash them both. That alone sent a shudder through them both, a mutual pause to simply appreciate how good that one motion felt. Only after they’d soaked in it together for several seconds did Claire start really fucking that gorgeous adventurer.

Such a brave one Kee was, taking the full force of all that cock, but she didn’t break. Not physically, anyway. If Claire was trying to shut her up with sex, she was failing. Kee only got noisier with every stroke, scream-laughing until it felt like she was going to bring the whole city down on the both of them. It was infectious. Claire chuckled at first, but she soon lost herself in deep, grunting, puffing, snorting bovine expressions, fucking like a true minotaur with her surprisingly sharp teeth gnashing in pleasure. She clutched that spotty ass tighter and tighter, easily supporting such little weight, digging her fingers into those fine cheeks just to make every thrust hit that much harder.

They’d only been at it for a minute before Keedee completely erupted. It started as a shriek, then a sudden clench on Claire’s cock that completely threw off her rhythm. After that, the hyena was giggle-moaning her way through a squirting, soaking orgasm all over that shaft, utterly splattering them both in all the juices she’d been working up and leaking all over that stiff, flared dick inside her. Claire simply watched in awe as Kee shook and rolled her hips all throughout that sudden, uncontrollable release. Yet when the cow stopped thrusting for even a few moments, the hyena desperately shook her head and stammered out her urgent plea.

“Nuh ... no ... don’t stop ... that’s just the first one ...”

Claire tipped her head at that response for a moment, only to break into a grin. That was high praise if she’d ever heard it. Pulling back, adjusting herself with a wiggle of her hips and a sway of her ass, tufted tail lashing about, she pointed herself straight at Kee’s womb and kept going. She got some screams at first, but that was just part of the general cacophony that went along with the squelching of cow cock in sopping wet hyena pussy. Claire fucked harder, deeper, even as she felt Kee’s grip on her back faltering, the whole girl trembling something fierce. She was still making a mess, still leaking, still contracting hard with another orgasm brewing inside of her even if it looked and sounded like she was going to lose her mind to pleasure. Claire couldn’t let her down.

Using that wall for support, just so she could put even more power into plowing the hyena, she got three-quarters down her shaft before she finally bottomed out in the much smaller bard. She’d already stretched Kee beyond belief, but Kee never complained. At least not coherently. She wasn’t doing anything to encourage Claire to slow down, even as she got hammered and driven by that increasingly sloppy horsecock, stimulating her with its thick flare, its taut veins, its solid medial ring popping in and out, again and again. The minotaur was swinging her hips with hardly any concern for what might happen to the slim hyena pinned between a hard wall and a soft cow, and Kee endured every single second of it.

Her face was what really did it for Claire. She took one more look at that blissful expression, with Kee’s eyes all wide and shiny with pleasured tears, her mouth agape to show those chompers, tongue flopped out, drool rolling down its bright pink length. Such a mess, after just a short pounding session. It was going to feel so good to cum inside her. Wrenching back, almost pulling out all at once, leaving Kee clenching and flexing for more, Claire took aim and finished off with one more long, plunging thrust, smacking her taut nuts on the underside of the hyena’s butt.

One more giggle-scream session got drowned out entirely first by the minotaur’s dominant bellow, and then the tremendous [i]SPLURCH[/i] of cum gushing straight inside that ready womb. Claire filled that hyena up in seconds, giving her a nice big belly full of bovine spunk, blessing her inside and out when it started overflowing to gush down Kee’s thighs or simply pour down on the floor. The growing puddle of cream was a tribute to that holy place in itself. So too was the increasingly devastated hyena squirming slower and slower on that big fat cow cock, taking every single drop she could, clenching her way through another orgasm at the feeling of getting filled right up like that.

Claire held on a little longer, making sure she completely drained her balls inside the hyena before letting go. She didn’t set Kee down gently. There really was no need. The bard huffed and drooled her way down that dick, slipping off and sliding down the cum-streaked wall to splash down into the puddle below. More and more poured out of her briefly gaped pussy before she tightened up again, instead just leaking. Plenty more remained inside of her, sloshing, stretching her, making her look nice and knocked up after a good rutting in that secret place. If the goddess willed it, perhaps that seed would take.

Yet despite letting off all that pressure, despite standing there with her cock soaked in sex, panting and sweating in satisfaction, Claire was still horny. Call it another of the many blessings she enjoyed, or maybe it was just the memory of that naked deer sitting behind her. She quickly turned herself towards Abby, who’d been ever so patiently playing with herself the entire time. The doe was doing well to be modest about just how turned on she really was, but Claire could see her biting her lip, could see those small tremors passing through her tall, slim body. Breathing in the musk of minotaur mating all that time would have driven even the most chaste absolutely wild.

With Kee a slathered mess on the floor, Claire made her approach, one thumping hoof at a time. Abby stood up to meet her, wordless just like Kee had been, and remained. The two of them fell into a warm embrace that soon had the cow’s sweat all over the doe’s pretty fur and hair, but Abby didn’t mind. Nor did she fuss when the cow overtook her entirely, blanketing her under all that sweaty heft, all that squish. Claire reached out with a hoof to kick some discarded clothing over, letting it serve as something of a bed so she could get right on top of that lovely deer and pin her under her weight.

Simply being on her was satisfying enough, but of course Claire’s cock wasn’t going to stop throbbing just from using Abby as a pillow. A surge of greed flashed in the cow’s eyes, and she reached down to take the deer by the thighs, lifting her legs up and then up even higher when she found her accommodatingly flexible. Abby ended up staring at Claire from below, with her dainty hooves right near her face, bent right in half for the minotaur to mount and press into the makeshift cushions underneath, pinning her into that domineering mating press from which there was no escape.

There was nowhere else Abby wanted to be. Though the noises she made might have said otherwise. That was just her being an excited deer. Those [i]mlehs[/i] and bleats weren’t exactly elegant, but she wasn’t going to be when Claire was done with her anyway. The cow got between those thighs, positioning, angling, and grinding all throughout the process. She got Abby’s fur nice and slicked up in seconds, soon finding that warm, wet, welcoming slit on full offer to her. A few rubs back and forth across those sleek, shining folds got some proper moans from the deer’s lips instead of all those silly noises.

An arch of her back, a whip of her tail, and Claire got to work stuffing that doe full of bovine cock. She stretched her, bulged her belly, and delved in even deeper than Kee had managed to accommodate, seemingly all at once. Maybe it was a cleric thing. Abby’s relatively modest-looking body was much more physically capable than it appeared. She could take a pounding, and that was precisely what Claire was going to give her. First, she just had to push deeper and deeper, stretching that doe, filling her womb with dick, and all without any apparent complaint from the flexible, malleable doe beneath her.

Converting Abby to another goddess started one thrust at a time. Claire put her blessed strength into it, knowing the deer could take it. She fucked even harder than she’d taken Keedee, using her weight to add even more pounding momentum to every thrust. It didn’t take long to get her nuts plapping on Abby’s ass, to get that deer moaning between every long, slick [i]schlick[/i] of sex-slick cock ramming inside of her. The juices were overflowing after the first few humps, and Claire kept going, poised with her ass in air, angled over the doe to rut her, to slam her, to fuck her into a much more suggestible state that left her clenching up tight around the flaring cock within her.

“She ... she wants this ... the goddess ... I feel her will ... it lives through me ...” Claire spoke between deep, huffing breaths of steam.

Abby’s whimpered reply came partly coherent through her pursed lips. “Anything she wants ...”

The gentle healer was having trouble keeping her eyes open, so eventually she just shut them. The deer’s face was all scrunched up with the effort to withstand that much pleasure getting driven into her all at once, but Claire’s eyes remained open and focused on her goal. She watched those tits bouncing, watched the deer's curves shake with every smack of bovine nuts, with the shifting bulge in Abby’s belly sliding back and forth.

Two experts in the holy arts didn’t have to worry about getting too rough. They were built tougher than anyone ever expected of them, for one. And if Claire got a little too wild with her pounding, they were both very good at healing. It might have been necessary at that rate. Maybe Claire was slightly possessed, or perhaps it was divine inspiration that made her want to just fuck that deer harder and harder, driving her hard into the floor, spanking her with a pair of swinging minotaur balls, dousing her in sweet, filling her up with a constant spurting stream of precum potent enough to breed her if she wasn’t careful. And neither of them were being anything even resembling the word.

Claire could give even more than that. She leaned somehow closer still, smothering herself all over the prone form of the deer beneath her. They kissed and exchanged tongues in their moments of shared ecstasy. It felt as if their bodies were moving as one, united in their holy purpose of draining the minotaur’s nuts and bloating the doe’s womb with as much thick cum as possible. They rode together to that radiant climax, to that mutual pleasure that flowed from one body to the other and back again, leaving their shared cries and moans muffled by the kiss they never broke.

One more solid buck of her hips, and Claire gave Abby everything she had left. A pumping, throbbing orgasm surged through them both. The cow’s cock flared taut, and the deer’s pussy tightened to squeeze and milk everything she could get from Claire with those constant contractions. For such a soft, innocent priestess, Abby could really cum. She made nearly as much of a mess of the minotaur’s balls and belly as Claire did of her womb. Painting her, pasting her, draining every single drop of rich bovine seed into that sweet deer, filling her to overflowing with the bloating, sloshing load draining from her, Claire brought Abby to a pumping, squelching, squirting finish that left the both of them absolutely sopping fucking wet from ears to hooves by the time they were finally done.

There she remained for a time, still on top of the deer. Only when Claire considered that perhaps she was crushing the poor girl a little did she actually get up on her knees to bring some of that weight from Abby’s chest. She didn’t pull out. It felt too good to stay inside, still stiff, still enjoying the fading contractions of the doe’s peak. Abby was huffing, gasping even, but she didn’t seem especially overwhelmed. Claire slowly picked her up, carrying her in place, still deeply sheathed on that blunt-tipped cock. Leaning in for a gentle kiss on the soaking deer’s cheek, the cow found herself stricken by a calling, by another purpose silently instilled in her head.

The goddess wanted so much more than that as tribute, and Claire wanted nothing more than to comply. It was going to be so much fun.

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[b]Ending 1[/b]

(Oral vore, cock vore, digestion)

“I think ... I think the goddess wants us to be even closer. Closer than you ever thought possible. Do you feel that?”

Claire whispered her words as if they were a secret for only her and Abby alone. The deer’s dazed smile didn’t make it clear if she understood or not, but eventually her giggly reply came.

“I feel [i]something[/i] ... ohhhh Claire, you made such a mess ...”

The blissful look on the deer’s face was like she was in heaven already. The blush in Claire’s cheeks was as intense as ever. Her whole body tingled in the afterglow of fucking those two gorgeous party members. There was so much more she wanted to do with them, but the goddess wanted what she wanted. Keedee was panting on the floor, creamed and audibly dripping, while Abby gave another of those wonderful little moans with every flex of the cow’s mostly-stiff cock inside her. She suspected nothing, and might not have even cared if she did.

Claire went for it. It started as a kiss, like the many they’d already shared. Then it was deeper, warmer, a little wetter. The cow slipped some of that thick tongue and got plenty of licks back, but she didn’t hold that for long. Sliding back, she broke the smooch for just a moment to take a more thorough slurp of Abby’s entire face. The doe scrunched up her features and gave another little laugh when she found herself all covered in cow saliva. She didn’t get a chance to wipe her face before Claire moved in to claim what she’d been instructed to claim.

More than kiss, she pushed a little deeper, a little more firmly until her lips spread over Abby’s muzzle. That pretty face slipped easily into the cow’s mouth. It had been plenty apparent how much bigger Claire was than the deer in her clutches the whole time they were fucking, but it had never been more obvious than that. All the blessed cow had to do was close her eyes and let her appetite take over. She hadn’t even been especially hungry until the moment she received that silent command. Sucking on the doe’s features, slurping under her chin, slowly stuffing her closer and closer to the embrace of the gullet that awaited her, Claire could have sworn she was starving for all the motivation she felt to [i]devour[/i] that beauty.

She wasn’t going to have to feel like that for long. All she needed to do was keep her eyes closed and let her body take over. The idea of having her gorgeous teammate, her fellow cleric all the way inside of her was making her cock throb again. It stiffened up inside Abby, bringing a muffled gasp of pleasure from the doe about to be ever so slowly swallowed whole. Actually getting some of that precious deer in her throat made Claire stop to outright moan, the muffled sound nonetheless an impressive bellow right in Abby’s face. It even managed to perk Keedee up for a moment before she decided she was far too content to do anything but relax in a pool of Claire’s cum, basking in the musky mess as if she wanted to get the scent even deeper into her spotty fur.

The hyena wasn’t going to interfere. Neither was the deer herself. Still stuffed full of Claire’s cock, excess cum pouring from her sex with every little squirm, she squirmed and whimpered in pleasure even once she found herself getting overtaken by the slick, possessive gulp of Claire’s gullet. Just because her sounds of bliss were getting more muffled didn’t mean she stopped making them. If anything she just doubled her efforts once the cow really started gulping, muscles tightening to wriggle ever so delightedly in the powerful grasp of the soft cleric turned partner, then predator.

That first swallow sent a shudder through Claire’s whole body that was so potent her juiciest bits wobbled. She tightened her throat around Abby’s whole face, then her entire head, and started to [i]take[/i] her, all to herself. That beautiful doe was such a keeper, but she was foolish enough to worship another god. Clare [i]had[/i] to do it. By then, she was hardly even thinking about the divine command she’d silently received so much as she was simply letting her own desire guide her. She wanted that deer so much. It was impossible to keep from getting grabby, from sliding her hands down that curvy figure to grip the deer’s fine ass nice and tight, shoving her into her new humid home a little faster.

The steady [i]schlurrrk[/i] of Claire’s cock slowly sliding out of Abby’s thoroughly stuffed cunt sent even more of that potent cream raining down to the hard floor. That was enough to finally rouse Keedee from her stupor, at least slightly. She had enough energy to crawl over and start lapping up anything that dripped down near Claire’s hooves, seemingly ignorant or merely indifferent to the slow, sensual feast going on just above her. Gently devouring Abby had Claire slipping more and more of her shaft out of her prey, pouring that mess down on the crawling hyena, until Kee was on her knees, licking her way up the cow’s bare legs.

Such sensations only added to the forbidden pleasure tingling all through the minotaur cleric. Claire was positively shaking with excitement, shaft pounding and swelling with lust, but she was too caught up in [i]eating[/i] fuck that doe any more. Instead, she gripped Abby’s hips extra tightly, put a little force into pulling that deer up and off, and left the sloppy splatter of spunk splashing all over the well-fucked and thoroughly dazed hyena kneeling before her like a goddess herself. Claire had to be careful with thoughts like that, but it was hard to resist when eating someone so cute and kind made her feel so [i]powerful[/i].

What certainly didn’t help her little ego trip was having an eager hyena so skillfully cleaning every single drop of jizz from her nuts and the base of her dick. Keedee was drenched down to her toes after getting flooded with everything that came pouring from Abby’s overflowing sex, but that didn’t stop her. She knelt in worship, bathing Claire’s glorious shaft in stroke after stroke of her extra wet tongue. The girl was slobbering for how worked up she was, leaking cow cum and her own juices on the stones beneath her, adoring on those heavy nuts until they gave a distinct [i]flex[/i] in response to all her attention. Claire wasn’t even half done with her first meal, and she already had another command dancing around in her head.

She could figure that out once she got Abby down, and she was in no rush to finish such a pleasurable process. Every deep, heavy [i]GULP[/i] sent another shaky breath through Claire’s nostrils. She kneaded that doe all the way down, massaging her prey with her constricting gullet, feeling her up and squeezing her cute butt while she got those fine tits squished into her mouth. Those, she couldn’t help slurping and playing with, slicking them up with her tongue, softly nibbling them with her fangs but never doing even the tiniest bit of harm. Just because she was eating someone didn’t mean she had an excuse to be inconsiderate.

Eventually her grip on that cushy deer butt helped Claire tilt her prey over the threshold. Abby’s face was so deep inside the cow that nobody could really hear it anymore. Not her predator, nor Kee, licking away below, partly drowning out some of those wet swallowing sounds with all the slurping. Claire kept her eyes gently closed, tilting her head straight back as if to gaze up at her goddess - if that was where such a dark being even dwelt. She had a pair of shapely sticking out of her mouth, a fine ass framed between her lips, short little tail wiggling. It was time to prove she truly was devoted.

Claire shrugged, shifted, and shoved a little just to make sure Abby was exactly where she needed to be. After that, it was all gulping. Gravity definitely helped, but mostly it was the sheer power of her throat dragging that soft, smooth deer away, spreading her sweet flavour all through Claire’s senses. The cow’s moans were less and less muffled the more of that meal vanished inside of her. She was crying out in ecstasy by the time that overflowing pussy crested over the back of her tongue and down her throat, and Abby’s legs went for the long, steady slide that ended in a mist of minotaur spit and a very happy cleric rubbing her belly full of rival goddess devotee.

Left panting when she wasn’t groaning in delight, gripping and stroking the round swell in her middle, playing with her own tits just to get some of that lust out, Claire was glowing. Not literally in this case, but merely radiant with satisfaction after getting the whole deer inside of her. Every last gulp, every last bit of Abby was tucked away all nice and cozy inside a bouncing and wobbling cow gut. The good doe didn’t kick or fuss, but she definitely squirmed. Every moment Claire spent rubbing her, Abby was rubbing right back, cuddling up to the gently kneading walls of the stomach slowly closing in around her naked curves.

The feeling of having someone inside of her turned Claire on so much she could have erupted right that very moment, washed Kee away in a flood of minotaur cum by doing nothing more than rubbing her own belly. All that motion eventually stirred up a small little belch, but she managed to cover her mouth before it rang out too far. She didn’t want to make a mockery of such a sacred place. Instead, she turned her attention to the hyena below her as best she could with her belly starting to audibly gurgle around her meal.

All she needed to do was make eye contact with the sweet, blue-eyed bard, and the rest came naturally to them both. Kee reached up to take that slathered minocock in both hands, hefting it up and down a few times. She stroked Claire’s nuts, cupping them a few times, letting them bounce atop her palms while she licked that dick. With thoughts of what she had to do on her mind, the cow felt her balls give a distinct [i]clench[/i], and even a bit of an audible churn, as if they were altering that very moment, preparing themselves for Kee’s arrival. The blessings of the goddess were as plentiful as they were mysterious.

She didn’t even need to guide Kee where she needed to go. The hyena did it all by herself, slowly rising to a squat while she slathered her way up. She might have been cleaning all the cum clinging to that shiny black shaft, but Claire hardly felt any cleaner. Her dick was completely coated in the cute hyena’s saliva by the time Kee got to the tip. That girl was just an infinite well of juices, still soaking her inner thighs and beyond with all the juices she was putting out from her leaking pussy. Clare wasn’t leaking any less, oozing a steady stream of precum from her tip that was so thick it audibly splatted to the floor with every drip Kee didn’t lap up. With a slight motion of her hips to subtly jab her flared cock tip towards the hyena’s grinning face, she whispered her request.

“Give it a little kiss?”

Keedee could do better than that. Claire barely even had to do anything. The hyena all but fed herself to that hungry cock herself. She rubbed her face all over the tip until she was wearing a fresh new mask of juices, and then she started working her tongue inside. The cleric never asked her to do that in particular, but Kee was caught up in the moment, and the flavour. She needed more, and she knew how to get it. Whether she was completely ignorant, somehow blind to the steady gurgling and moaning coming from above her, and the obvious bulge of deer inside the minotaur’s gut, or she simply didn’t care wasn’t fully clear.

The tiniest urging forward was enough. Claire overtook Kee’s muzzle slightly, stretching a surprisingly flexible cockslit over those features. The ease of getting started was surely yet another blessing from the goddess. The cow could hardly believe how good it felt. Even just the first inch, sealing lips, overtaking Kee’s sniffing nose was already enough to make her pump and clench and spurt a great big gob of prejizz right into the hyena’s nostrils. Kee didn’t even flinch. She was going to get so much more saturated if Claire kept going, and she wasn’t pulling back.

Of course, the cow turned predator wasn’t about to forget about the pretty thing occupying her belly. She took the time to take a thorough rub over the outline of Abby’s form, feeling her squirm and wriggle in there, still solid, still whole. The girl was getting thoroughly, and noisily gurgled, but it didn’t seem to have any effect just yet. The cow wasn’t exactly used to swallowing people whole. It was probably going to be a while before she’d fully processed all that lovely doe into curves and fat, but she fully intended to keep her there until she’d [i]claimed[/i] Abby. A few parting pats on her bulging gut, and she turned her attention back to the bard below.

[i]Schlurrrrrk[/i]. The sound alone made Claire blush hotly. She licked her lips, still tasting Abby’s arousal, and took to stroking up and down her sides. Every sensation seemed so much more intense than usual. She squeezed Kee’s face into her shaft, hugging her around the neck with some squishy flexes, but never quite choked the silly girl. A few vibrating snickers of excitement rolled through her body, and into Claire’s own. That was so stimulating the cow ended up grabbing herself by the shaft, as if gripping it might help keep her from cumming hard enough to blast Kee right back out again.

Instead, the slow stroke up and down the stiff base of that hefty black spire kept Claire pumping and flexing inwards, dragging a little more of the slim hyena inside with each noisy [i]GULP[/i] of that hungry dick. Claire didn’t know how else to describe it. Her appetite should have been sated with Abby inside her, ever so slowly being converted in more ways than one. Yet her cock throbbed with such a ravenous need all its own. Her balls was [i]churning[/i], audibly burbling in anticipation. She’d never felt anything quite like it, but it drove her on and on, slipping her flexible shaft all the way over Kee’s shoulders, squeezing those arms together, squishing on the bard’s bust in the relentless drive to make her into a shape inside the minotaur’s nuts.

It was dangerously near too much. Not the stretch - that came as naturally as if her body was meant for such a thing. Instead, it was the pleasure that had Claire huffing, groaning, even mooing a little as she braced herself, hands on her hips when she wasn’t just stroking herself off. It was a slow self-massage at first, but got faster and faster the deeper she took Keedee. By the time the hyena’s muzzle was all the way down at the base of the cow’s dick, Claire was furiously jerking herself off with both hands, thrusting into her own grip, leaking a steady stream of precum that shot right out all around the hips of her prey.

That was when Kee started properly squirming, once the throbs of the shaft swallowing her started taking her right up off her feet. She wiggled her paws through the air when the pulsing dick gulping around her face and curves overtook her muzzle, soaked pussy gliding along that extra wet inner flesh. A sudden clamp down on that juicy sex was as if Claire was trying to squeeze an orgasm out of her prey before finishing her off. It didn’t take much longer for her to get her wish. Keedee was a small nudge away from gushing, as ever.

Feeling the girl squirting and wriggling all the way down left Claire’s pleasure at a critical point. She was frantically stroking herself, but rather than cumming, she simply swallowed up the naked hyena all the faster. Those paws disappeared in a splash of juices, toes curled tight all the way down. Once the cow felt her balls start filling out with all that weight, all that warmth, she found herself staggering back until she found a wall to lean against. Her sack ended up hanging down deep between her legs, forcing a wide stance while it jostled and wobbled, audibly sloshing with the fresh contents, already soaking that spotty girl in hot bovine spunk to coat her every spots, to fill her every hole, to utterly drench her in the potently musky scent far more imposing than the cow herself.

First it was time for Claire to simply clutched her own cheeks, hands up on her face to try to fight down the blush that came with her triumph. She’d really done it. Those two beautiful party members were all tucked away inside her body, fully enveloped in her curves. The sound of her gurgling gut soon had an equal in the form of her slushing, glorping balls. Kee barely had a chance to settle in there before that sack started its work, all on its own. The process of converting them not to her goddess, but to part of her body was fully automatic. All Claire had to do was lean back and soak in the pleasure that came with such a blessing.

“Oh you girls ... I’m sorry it has to be this way, but it’s the will of the goddess. And even if it wasn’t ... you both feel so amazing inside me. Ohhh, sweet things ... so good to me ... keep squirming just like that, as long as you can. [i]Please.[/i]”

She rubbed them both with something almost like desperation. First her gut, admiring its fully contours, and the shapes of Abby pushing out from within. Then she dipped down to cup her stuffed nuts, stroking over that giggly thing gurgling away in all that cum. Maybe it was the touching, maybe the pleasure of feeling them squirming for her, or maybe Claire’s goddess ran out of patience. What started as a slow, gentle, if noisy churn for her prey took a leap into something much less gradual after a minute or two spent introducing them to her digestive processes.

Claire recoiled in surprise, groaning out when her gut really started [i]glorping[/i] up Abby, pressing in on that deer all the tighter, getting the sloshing juices really simmering around all that pretty doe meat. Abby’s response was simply to squirm a little more, pressing back against the walls gripping her, as if cuddling her way through digestion. It definitely wasn’t hurting her. If anything, the faint, breathy sounds Claire could just barely hear over the steady [i]glurrrrrrrn[/i] of her rounded gut resting under her bust told her the deer was even enjoying it in some way.

Kee wasn’t quite so calm. Nor was her enjoyment in question. Though her precise features were concealed by the sack she was all nestled into, Claire could tell the hyena was getting off while she soaked in cum. The hyena simply couldn’t keep her fingers away from her cunt, slopping in the spunk soaking her from all angles, cackling out while she got cum-digested clench by deep, juicy, [i]glurching[/i] clench. Not even getting slowly softened around the edges, squeezed down into something resembling her cute, shapely outline a little less every time those nuts flexed on her especially hard.

She had to admit, her prey had the right idea. Sharing that deeply intimate moment with the two of them had Claire excited in ways she could hardly begin to explain. There was no need. All she had to do was brace herself as best she could against the sex-painted walls of the secret shrine, and honour her goddess by masturbating to the forbidden pleasure of masturbating her former party members. They’d trusted her. And in a way, it seemed they still did, blissfully melting down, softer and softer, rounding out in their new respective homes, adding to Claire’s heft and lust alike.

Her cock was by that point leaking so much that it dripped upon the floor, a steady rain of prejizz that spurted from her flared shaft every time she stroked down to the base. Thinking that some of that mess was the melting hyena already oozing out of her cock made Claire bite her lip. There was plenty of Kee that was still solid, but the steady slushing of fresh jizz smoothed her over, rounded her down, made the bulge in the middle of the cow’s balls shrink in favour of making her whole sack heavier, rounded, sag lower between her legs. She was driven to the brink again and again, so close to cumming before she was finished with them, left on the very edge of release but never quite finding it. Not until they were [i]done[/i].

“Good girls ... such goood girls ...” she praised them between gasping, even steaming breaths. “The goddess will recognize your devotion. I’m just ... [i]nnnnf[/i] ... bringing you closer to her. [i]And to me.[/i]”

That last part was a whisper meant only for herself. Claire couldn’t deny how much she was enjoying doing such holy work. She could already feel herself getting softer, in all the ways that mattered most. Melting Abby down to less and less of a deer meant she was absorbing so very much, including that energy, that power the rival cleric once held. Mostly, it made her thicker. Claire took her hands off her shaft to feel her way up her body once more, finding the extra squish on her hips, her love handles, and her nice round butt. Her tits were leaking before she even squeezed them, and by the time she got her hands on them, they were streaming fresh milk all over her noticeably shrinking middle.

Then there were those plump cumtanks, every bit as stuffed to overflowing with cream as her breasts. They were rounding out, swelling to a smooth, orderly shape with the bulge of hyena less and less distinct inside. The leak at the tip of her cock was more of a high-pressure spurt by then, splattering all over the sacred ground, adding more and more mess to what they’d already made together. There wasn’t much more of them left. Neither Abby nor Kee was squirming much anymore. It was just going to take a few more good [i]glorps[/i], something Claire took to with bellowing glee.

“Ohh ... [i]ohhhhh![/i] All mine .... [i]All! Mine![/i]”

For a moment, her eyes appeared to glow as if she was briefly possessed by the dark goddess herself, or merely by her vicious essence. Claire took unbridled pleasure in finishing them both off with steady churns, in softening them down to chyme and a thick, nut-stuffing load of fresh-churned cum. She got softer and squishier all over her body wherever it looked best, only growing more gorgeous thanks to the extra fat she packed onto her form from digesting the deer. Keedee meanwhile was making her cock absolutely surge, rigid, veins bulging all over it, flare flexing fiercely until the minotaur let out something like a roar when that pressure simply proved too much.

Beautiful Abigail was to be a tribute to Claire’s body, but Keedee was fully devoted to the shrine of the goddess. The former bard rushed up the cow’s stiff shaft, erupting forth in her new, stark white form. She was nothing more than a fat load of jizz to slop all over the floor, to paint the walls, to even hit the ceiling when Claire let it all over, draining her newly fattened nuts of all the seed that had been the hyena herself. There wasn’t a single trace of Kee left in that pure white mess splashing and coating everything in sight. She was some extra heft swinging between Claire’s thighs, some added girth to that pulsing cock, and a massive mess hosing down the holy place in the name of that dark goddess.

The tribute left Claire aching, sweating, and slowly slumping down against the wall once she was completely drained. She sat there, drenched and steaming, catching her breath, but her rest was short-lived. Not because anything disturbed her. She merely felt so much more [i]powerful[/i], so quickly energized after digesting those two foolish, trusting companions that she was up on her heavy hooves once more in less than a minute. Even alone, she had no fear. The blessings were more powerful than ever. Nothing could touch her in a place like that, after she’d obeyed such a command without hesitation.

The only question was how she was going to fit back into her armour after putting on so much doe-weight. Maybe the goddess could conjure up a blessing to assist her with that too, or she was going to have to walk back to the tavern with her extra heavy curves bouncing and jiggling freely for anyone to see. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. One good look at the sweaty, curvy, prey-padded minotaur, glistening and gleaming with power, leaking milk, dripping the last of her orgasm to trail potent juices all the way, and Claire was likely to have a few more potential converts to deal with personally, and intimately.

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[b]Ending 2[/b]

(Species transformation, corruption, breeding)

“You have done so well pleasing my divine. Do you feel that, Abby? She smiles on us now. In her way.”

“Mmm. I don’t feel much of anything right now. Especially not my legs.” The deer giggled, pleasure-drunk and giddy.

“She’s so pleased she wants to make you an offer, through me. You as well, Keedee.”

The hyena groaned when she heard her name. She slowly sat up, only to slip in the spunk all around her and splat to the floor again, cackling at herself. Claire smirked and went on.

“You’re entirely free to refuse. There is no obligation here, just because you’re in some small corner of her realm. Simply hear me out.”

She very slowly started to pull out of Abby, slopping her cock free with a torrent of seed splashing to the floor to join all the rest. Simply thinking about what came next was already getting her leaking. Not from her shaft, but from her soft, plump tits. A slow but steady stream of minotaur milk, richer than that from regular cows was trickling from her tits, slowly running down over her belly. Abby’s eyes were already there, taking in the silent offer of that bust, probably already fully aware of what that temptation represented. Claire went ahead and explained it anyway, just to be absolutely clear.

“All you both need to do is drink from me. The goddess’ blessing lives within me, and it will pass to you, if you like. It means serving her, rather than your old life, but I think you’ll find the pleasures are more than worth everything you may sacrifice ...”

By the end she had dropped to something like a covert whisper, but there was no need to be secretive. She set Abby down on her hooves, and then slowly took a seat herself so she wasn’t towering over the both of them. Keedee didn’t manage to get to her feet, but she at least started crawling over after hearing that offer. She didn’t stop until she was face deep in tits, shoving her muzzle right up against one of those milky teats and latching on without so much as hearing another word out of the cleric’s mouth. Abby watched the hyena suckling for a few moments, listened to Kee gulping, to those muffled moans from the spotty as she tasted that holy milk.

Nothing came over Kee just yet, but the deal was as good as done and sealed. It was only a matter of time after that. There was still one breast free for the doe whenever she was ready, if she so chose. The exit was there if she wanted it. Yet the longer she lingered, watching Kee dive into depravity and servitude alike, the more she found herself gravitating towards that luscious, milky minotaur tit. A brief glance upwards as if saying a silent prayer or perhaps an apology to her current god, and there she was, right beside Keedee, lips around a firm black nub, silky milk washing over her tongue and down her throat.

“That’s good. That’s my good girls,” Claire said with a brief hint of possessiveness. She stroked down their spines, she squeezed and patted their butts, and most of all she grinned. “The goddess shall be so pleased with you. And as for me - why, I think I have my reward right here in my hands. But there is no rush. Keep drinking for as long as you like, lovelies.”

The way they were sucking, there was very little that could have interrupted them. Kee was absolutely gorging herself, guzzling down milk that flowed thicker and warmer the more she sucked. Abby was slightly hesitant at first, but all she needed was that sweet taste on her tongue to convince her to throw herself into the effort with exactly as much shame as Kee herself. Which was to say none at all. They nursed and they moaned, and Claire fondly petted them, watching the changes ever so slowly taking place right before her eyes. To be blessed by the minotaur goddess was to walk as one of her followers, for all to see.

The first sign of transformation was their tails. Keedee’s got thinner, losing some of the fluff but keeping the brown tuft at the tip. Abby’s got longer until it resembled Claire’s own. She already had the hooves, but even those got heavier and clunkier to more resemble the minotaur she was becoming. Kee’s soft paws got firmer, toes fusing together until all went solid and heavy. Neither of them seemed especially distracted by their changes.

Such transformations went deeper than mere aesthetics. Their slim frames were already packing on more bulk, more padding and muscle alike to go along with curves that only got thicker the more they drank. While their busts had been far from modest in the original forms, they were getting so much bigger, until Kee and Abby alike had tits worthy of a minotaur. Those ended up squished against Claire’s belly while the girls sucked and drank, gorging themselves on transformative milk. In time, those started to leak too, the same milk that was changing them flowing right through their bodies and dripping out again.

Claire knew the transformation had truly taken when she noticed the change in scents. There was a minotaur musk to each of them after a while. They got to maintain their same markings, whether it was the attractive golden brown tones of the deer, or the cute spots of the hyena. Their hides were glistening with sweat, flowing thicker and hotter from their bodies once the changes were complete. Claire allowed them to drink just a little longer than was necessary, until their bellies were sloshing full to go with all the cum inside them, and only then did she ease them back with gentle nudges and tugs on their new horns.

They dove in as doe and hyena girls, and they rose as grinning, pleasure-drunk minotaurs in the image of the goddess. Both of them were every bit as pretty as ever, with their same eyes shining out from their new forms to make it clear it was still them. Claire was certain all was in place. She had done her duty. Yet she could still embellish a little bit, for her own sake. She’d earned it.

“There’s just one more thing you can do for me to really seal the deal. To truly become part of her herd, worship me like you would the goddess herself. Let me be her avatar, just for tonight.”

All she had to do was make that suggestion and she had two eager servants at her beck and call. She didn’t have to guide them. With her cock standing tall once more, fully firmed, leaking, dripping a shiny stream of juices that wound its way around the bulging veins decorating the cow’s shaft. They lapped it up with their thick new tongues, the tone of their resulting moans slightly altered by the changes. Their coordination left Claire smirking with amusement. There was no need to offer them any further guidance when worship came so naturally to them.

Slathering, slurping, and moaning out loud at the taste they so enjoyed, Keedee and Abby seemed to engage in a friendly little competition to determine who could slobbery on Claire’s cock the most shamelessly. Abby was every but as drooly as Kee with the new upgrades, and together they made that dick glisten before they even got to the tip. From there, it was a back and forth to clean the precum from Claire’s slit, only to get another mouthful, and another. Abby eventually surpassed Kee by adding her extra hefty, milky breasts to the pleasure-giving, wrapping them around the base of that flared cock to stroke and massage them all throughout her licking.

That got a snort from Claire and a moment’s pause as she considered. Eventually, she reached out to take Kee by the horns and guide her away from that cock. It wasn’t a punishment. She simply had a better idea for that former hyena. Tugging her along, she eventually laid Kee out so she could rise up, shift over, and sit her sweaty rump right down on that still-cute face. Kee got completely eclipsed beneath the heft of Claire’s backside, shoved up against her hidden pussy, left to make out with those dark, plump folds until her mouth was completely flooded with all the juices she was taking in. She gulped them down every bit as eagerly as Claire expected.

Abby found herself with all that dick to herself, and she made the most of it. Testing the flexibility of her jaws meant opening wide to spread her newly sharp teeth around that shaft, slowly inching forth to take it all in. She gulped and kneaded, already drinking the juices down before she even finished getting the first inch over her tongue. Her progress was slow but steady, easing that meaty spire towards her throat, never seeming to flinch or slow down for anything, even once she started swallowing it.

When her throat was outright bulging around that flexing flare, the once-deer stopped and took a breath. Claire wondered if she’d hit her limit, only to groan out loud, suppressing a bellow when Abby dove forth to throat half that cock in a single lunge. From there, she started sucking, bobbing, massaging the whole thing in her gullet with steady gulps and guzzles of all the juices spurting out for her to keep all to herself. For all her hard work, she was being very well rewarded.

Not that Kee was getting any less enjoyment. She was completely smothered by the bigger minotaur, immersed in drenched bovine pussy, jamming her tongue inside to drag and scoop and soak her palate in even more juices than she was already getting. Kee guzzled from Claire when she made her wet enough, reaching up to clutch the cow by the hips, squeezing her butt, pulling herself close to shove her newly blunt muzzle right inside to fuck Claire with her face. The best the cleric could do was bounce, and grind, riding out that pleasure as it mingled with the feeling of lips, tongue, and throat all wrapped around most of her dick.

Perhaps if she was truly an avatar of the goddess, she would have lasted longer. Or perhaps even a divine being herself would have faltered with that much pleasure being given to her at once. The new converts were just that good. They worshipped Claire from both sides with their wonderful mouths, their tongues, their lips, and it all made the big bovine snort and sweat, clenching up tight, and finally getting a little greedy. She seized Abby by the horns and gave a few firm thrusts straight down her throat, bringing herself to a dual finish that left even her own powerful body trembling for a few blissful minutes.

Then it was all release, all spectacular reward when the cum started flowing. She felt it shooting up her rigid cock, the throbs making Abby’s throat bulge even more. That splattering eruption shot straight down the brown-eyed girl’s throat, flooding her all over again, gushing and soaking until Abby was sporting something of a belly. She sloshed and she gulped, drinking it all down, leaking milk and her own juices alike. The only sign of strain was the occasional muffled groan, but those might have just been moans.

Keedee got it every bit as intense, left completely squished and immersed in musk and lust, half-drowned in Claire’s pussy and only going deeper under when she got hit with that orgasm. Claire clenched up tight, outright winking with those powerful contracts that left Kee’s open mouth flooded and her throat working overtime to guzzle pure pussy juice from the cow who had already given her so much. So many gifts, and she was granted yet another to leave her drenched once more, from face to breasts along with everything around her.

It was tempting to just stay right there when Kee was so comfortable to sit on, but Claire eventually let up to let that obedient girl gasp and cough a little. She left Abby nursing at her cock until she was completely dry, and only then did she slowly pull back. A nudge was necessary to convince Abby to actually let go. Even then, that girl licked a few more times, and finished off with a solid kiss to that thoroughly slopped shaft.

In dripping, steaming, sweating afterglow, painting the shrine with their collective musk, the three cows sat in utter devotion to their goddess, whether new or old. They panted together as Claire stroked through their hair, petting them, welcoming them to the worship of that dark patron with all the affection they deserved. There was going to be so much fun to get up to with the three of them like that. It wasn’t going to be long before Claire received another quest from above. She smiled at the glazed, fatigued girls and spoke softly, fondly.

“You’ve done so very well. The goddess is very pleased. Once you’re rested up we’ll start talking about who we convert next.”