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Hearth in Herds – FINALE

Commissioned Work by Laz Briar

Not two months into his life with the herd, Jamie truly formed into the farmstead's breeding bull. His time on New Columbia started out as a middling one, seemingly destined to mind numbers and family accounting problems. Of course, surrounding by a thriving commune of busty, curvy bovid gals changed all that. Jamie came into his own, shifting from an uncertain, rather docile human to a commanding leader. He had every intent to breed his girls, perhaps even sire a healthy family with them. He no longer shied away from urges or desires – if he wanted one of the girls, he'd oblige them with himself.

But mindset wasn't the only change. The cowgirls supplied their natural milk, and the steady supply of the supplemental nectar had granted Jamie stronger physical characteristics. He'd grown in physique, his malehood was much larger, healthier, and sensitive. His balls would swell with potent, healthy seed and he no longer suffered loss of stamina. Indeed, if he wanted to fuck all nine girls in a row, he could – without skipping a beat. It was any wonder the farm's milk was sought after. Granted the colony city on New Columbia got safer, processed doses, but the sheer energy and virility it offered was incredible. Of course, the best stuff, the real good milk, that was all Jamie's. Only fair, given that he was the true bull of the farm.

As his strength expanded, the desires of the girls swelled too. They wanted more, they wanted to be good little breeding wives and be his perfect brothel of eager mates. They eyed his physique and cock with intensifying enthuse, eager to slobber and lap at his healthy sack and throbbing inches, touch him, hold him, truly be the best breeding stock they could be. Jamie was happy to oblige, happy to satisfy his primal desires. But he also had a responsibility to them. He had every intent to fuck them silly, but should they bare him strong children, act as a strong fatherly figure too. The family farmstead was longer a passing fancy – this was his life. He was committed to it, and he a healthy stock of girls to care and look after.

No matter how many times he fucked them, how many times he pumped their wombs full of his breeding seed, he never tired of them.

As it turned out, the morning was no different.

His eyes flickered to life as the dim sun of New Columbia's horizon poured through the bedroom window, the pale greenish sky granting life to a new day. The ranch-style interior was draped with comfortable fetishes and historical inventory, ranging from old, Earth-made books, tiny busts and statues of farm cows, and even old paintings of farm fields.

The bed, lavish with pillows and silky sheets, was also inhabited by one Jamie and three bedside mates. Trixx, Leena, and Sherry were “leftovers" from the night previous, where Jamie had once again fucked the girls into a stupefied, blissful coma. Trixx – his delivery vixen – was surprisingly virile and willing, though given she was a fox chimera, her libido and ability to please was hard to match. Jamie had worked hard to try and breed her as well, while Trixx's figure slowly shifted into something nice and generous – healthy in size, full fat rump, swelling breasts – she was becoming a wonderful bedside companion.

Sherry remained snoozing, limp on the sheets next to Jamie. She'd gotten the “best" of it, her soft pussy ravaged and plugged with a comfy dildo to entrap Jamie's precious seed. Given she was the youngest of the farm crew, she had a lot to learn and still had stamina training to process, but she was a willing screamer – that Jamie learned to his personal delight. Leena was the sleepier of the trio, her figure reflecting such, fat heavy breasts flattened in the sheets while her healthy fat ass wiggled in the air as she slept.

Cuddled by all three, trapped by their curves and inviting pussies, it was hard for Jamie to not get, well, hard. Even after extensive “use" from the previous evening, his hefty bullcock was ready to go, steadily springing to life a it tented the sheets to its new, impressive size. This was becoming a welcome morning ritual, and there was always a girl around – ready and willing to please.

Clearing his throat, Jamie felt urges overtake him. The gravity and pressing of the girls was enough to send his arousal into overdrive. However, he wanted to let them be and enjoy their well-earned rest. Exhaling, his hand snuck down to his loins to grip the circumference of his length. Might as well get a quick one out before the day started!

Yet, before he could even get off a single stroke, his motion caused one of the girls to stir. Trixx's pointed fox ears flicked to life, darting towards the sound of Jamie's motion. Her sleepy eyes fluttered to life, offering a wide-mawed yawn. She blinked, studying the blurry sight of one awake Jamie and two other resting bovid girls. Then, her eyes flicked across Jamie's covered body, spying the tent in the sheets and the mischief of his exploring hand.

A small smirk formed on her tired muzzle. “Mm. Someone's up."

Trixx had done a wonderful job integrating herself into the herd, and given what the gig was paying her, she eagerly retired from basic delivery work. Plus, she got to fool around with Jamie's tasty bullcock, if he was in the mood (which he always was).

Jamie paused, if briefly. “Heh. Did I wake you?"

In response, the vixen shuffled her hand under the sheets too, joining Jamie's hand as her slender, soft fingers formed a ring around the throbbing, erect inches.

“Ya did now."

She purred, offering a small, tantalizing squeeze. “Were you really about to go solo?"

Jamie sighed as her paw slipped across his inches in warm rises and dives, his own palm resting on the sheets seeing as he had a “volunteer."

“Well. . ."

It didn't take much to coax Jamie to full, hard length, his inches throbbing at the warm touch of his new vixen playmate. The actions caused Leena to stir, however, waking the bovid gal from her restful slumber. Her green eyes met the blurry light of the room and, like Trixx, assessed the “scene" in front of her. It didn't take long for her to figure out what was going on or what kind of mood Jamie was in.

“Nmf," she grumbled, yawning. “I see I missed something."

“Hah! Not really," countered Trixx who continued to gently stroke and massage Jamie's heavy length.

Jamie pet both girls on the head, positioned in such a way that young, still-sensitive Sherry could rest undisturbed.

“Mm, no?" said Leena. “Hmm. Well good, I wouldn't want to miss out on any fun."

She studied the vixen a moment, eyeing her gently heaving breasts and curve of her frame underneath the sheets. “Besides, we didn't really get to 'finish up' last night, did we?"

Trixx blinked, pausing her actions and tilting her head. “Huh? Are ya' kidding? Stud here fucked me into a coma, I think that counts as finishing up."

She purred at the touch of Jamie's pets, her brush wiggling in playful swipes.

At this, Jamie spoke up. “Heh, well, you've got a bit of a stubborn womb there, girlie. Remember, I'm trying to get you knocked up like the others."

Indeed, human-chimera dynamics meant it was quite difficult for cross breeding to happen. Of course, that didn't stop Jamie at all. He would just need to put a lot of “effort" into fucking the girls.

“Just her?" said Leena with a small, sultry chuckle.

At this, Trixx flushed, tossing back her hair. “O-oh."

She cleared her throat. “Hey, maybe we just aren't trying hard enough, eh?"

The vixen never thought of herself as a 'milk producer,' but Jamie had put the offer up and mentioned the pay was really good. Damn good. Besides, she got a free fuck out of it, why not?

At this, Leena took on a darker giggle and rose from the bed, showing off her nake, curvaceous frame. Both the vixen and Jamie stared as Leena padded over to the side of the room where a variety of different fetishes and sex toys were available. Restraints and such were becoming a popular item amongst some of the girls – and Trixx had to admit she liked being bound up and used like a perfect toy.

In a few perfect motions, Leena found an ideal strapon for her next move. It wasn't hard to see what she was thinking, and subconsciously Jamie agreed. Trixx whimpered, glancing between them both. “Aw, what, y-you guys are gonna double team me? No fair!"

“Like Jamie said," cooed Leena. “You've got a stubborn little womb that needs filling. If you're going to join the herd proper, you better get ready to be used like one of us."

Thinks were accelerating at a pleasant pace, and of course, Jamie agreed. He watched Leena carry on as the bovid chimera slowly applied a glistening lubricant to the hefty strapon, of which was shaped like an imposing bullcock.

Fully awake now, Leena felt invigorated to “warm up" the vixen-in-training, sauntering to the bedside and clipping the strapon snugly around her waist and rear. She didn't even let the vixen speak before shifting into a “comfortable" position, using a surprising amount of strength to reposition the fox.

“H-hey! Whoa!"

Even Jamie was taken aback by Leena's surprising strength, though admired how she handled the vixen. In a blur of motions the vixen was propped up to allow access to her awaiting holes, ankles pushed to her neck while Trixx gasped in astonished delight. Her delicate, juicy pussy was visible and exposed, while her winking hole trembled at the prospect of getting stuffed and fucked.

Trixx's brush tossed and wiggled in furtive, excited tosses, her healthy mounds pressed and squeezed together. She bit her muzzle lip as Leena giggled, pushing the tip of the strapon against her anal hole. The nuzzling tip was smooth and slick from the lubrication, until a single inch pushed upward and spread the pink ring.

“Ghh!"

The vixen felt her eyes roll back as the gentle sensation of the penetrating object began to shift its way into her tight, slick hole. Inch by inch Leena pushed upward, ensuring she kept the vixen in a nice tight grip as the vixen was powerless to stop her partner. Then again, she didn't want it to stop. She could feel her prostate nuzzled by the tip of the strapon until it had filled her completely, impaling her on the prosthetic pole.

“Mm, you really like this, don't ya?" teased Leena. She didn't allow the vixen to respond, however, quickly bouncing her hips in upward thrusts, beginning to fuck and pummel Trixx's sensitive hole.

“Oh f-fuck," shuddered Trixx, gasping and letting off a low, ravaged moan. At once, Leena kept the vixen bound with her hands, swinging her own hips in smooth, piston swings. Each bounce sent a cascade of vigorous jiggles and ripples throughout Trixx's body. Her own tits wobbled and clapped together, dancing in a lewd rhythm.

The clap of flesh filled the small room with a sordid, sexual orchestra. However, Trixx managed to cover her muzzle, muffling her wild moans and groans so as to not wake Sherry who was – amusingly enough – still sleeping. Jamie in the meantime thoroughly enjoyed watching one of his girls fuck Trixx into a unique submission. Trixx had a long way to go before she was truly part of the herd, but nothing bonded people together faster than a good old fashion fuck session.

For a while, Jamie considered letting Leena continue her work. She watched the bovid chimera reach over and fondle one of Trixxy's heavy tits, pinching and squeezing at the pink nubs, all while the vixen squirmed and moaned from the attentions. He could stroke himself off watching them go at it. . . but that'd be such a good waste of his bull seed. Besides, he had a meeting to get to and he had no intention of heading into it foggy headed and lust crazed.

As Leena continued to bounce the busty vixen on her strapon cock, Jamie prepared himself, waltzing over to the duo as his flank stood proud in the morning air. He gave Trixx a silent smirk, the fox girl's eyes rolled back in a stupefied daze. Then he rearranged himself on the bed, positioned so that he could press forward on both Leena and Trixx. The luxurious furnishing was wide and large enough that sleepy Sherry was “far enough" from the pumping trio. Jamie pushed a finger into Trixxy's maw, her muzzle lips instinctively wrapping around the digits.

“Don't make too much noise now," Jamie challenged. “Wouldn't want to wake our friend up."

Sensing his motivation, Leena yanked backward so she lie at rest on the sheets, fat bosom pancaked against Trixxy's back. She forcibly spread the curvy fox girl's thighs, parting her pussy to allow the “bull" easy access to the soft, glistening entrance.

With no time to waste, Jamie pressed forward, slipping his inches into her hot, suckling entrance. She was a perfect fit, snugly wrapping about his lengthy cock and enveloping it in warm, delightful wetness. Despite Jamie's new size, Trixx's body did not protest. Vixen chimera were notably “resilient" in this manner, a fact Jamie took to challenge by ensuring all inches of him were fully inside her. He waited a moment, as did Leena, both grinning as the breedable vixen bitch was double-stuffed with dick.

Jamie proceeded to bounce himself into her, creating a mating press while Leena resumed her thrusting from underneath. All that was visible was Trixx's shapely legs and haunches with two massive members pounding into her pussy and anal hole, punishing the entrances in a synchronized rhythm of self-indulgent thrusting. For Leena, the point was to get her “warmed up" as the newest member of the heard, making sure the vixen knew her place as prime breeding stock. For Jamie, his intent was to pump her awaiting womb full of his virile seed with hopes to sire offspring, just as he wanted with the rest of the girls.

“Unnfnf, g-ggoooddd. . ." Trixx wailed, her voice hiccupping from the ruthless slip and pump of double-penetrating dick.

Jamie took the opportunity to push her into a mating press while Leena kept the vixen's legs locked. The farm head leaned forward, stealing a demanding, dominating kiss from the fox before releasing her tongue. Through his thrusts he proceeded to squeeze and fondle her hefty breasts. They were a nice, plump size, soft in his palm, but produced no milk. Still, he eagerly sucked and pinched at them, musing how nice and full they'd be after she was carrying his child (or children).

Jamie didn't have time for words, lost in the bestial motions of his pumping and grinding. Trixx was also overwhelming, stretched and filled to climax as she felt herself reaching climax. Given his time constraints and need to “face the day," Jamie let himself go, slapping and plapping his body into the willing vixen as his cock throbbed with pleasurable, almost sore need. He could feel his tip dribble with precum, his testes tense as a surge of hot, seething bliss overwhelmed his lower body.

His vision blurred, going muddy. Then with a long, low groan he felt his flank tense and jerk. A sudden burst of juicy seed burst from his tip, pouring dollops and ropes of rich essence into the vixen. He pushed forward until he could feel Trixx's cervix, ensuring that not a drop of him escaped and filled her womb to completion.

“Oh FUCK!"

Trixx yelped and whined as she felt the pulsing cock pump her full of seed, the ropes of white gushing into her freshly bred pussy, filling her womb and belly with virile essence. Jamie jerked and tense, while Leena – sensing the orgasm – held the vixen in place to allow her bull to completely unload himself in the new, willing entrance

For a moment they lied still, frozen as Jamie twitched and pumped the fox girl full of himself. Then, in slow aching fashion, he began to pull free, his gooey essence forming a river of sticky white. Trixx groaned and trembled, her body limp as Leena finally released her, allowing the vixen some reprieve from the quick morning session.

Jamie sighed, pulling away as his sloppy cock slowly softened, a mess of himself and the vixen's juices all over his thighs.

“Phew," he grunted. “I'd love to stay. . ."

Grinning, Leena gently rolled Trix to her side, granting Jamie a wry smirk. “So why don't you?"

“Unfortunately, I do have a farm to run."

It wasn't all tits, ass, and endless fucking. It was close, but the farmstead was still a small enterprise on New Columbia and required admin to keep things going.

“You can't run it later?" Leena giggled, knowing well that Jamie couldn't remain long.

“Well I could," Jamie said, gazing down at the limp Trixx. “But I shouldn't."

For a quickie, that went well, and Trixx had gotten the best of it. Leena's strapon glistened with lube and she patted her hips. “Oh well. Maybe I'll have some fun with our favorite new fox girl."

“As long as you don't wake up Sherry."

Jamie yearned to stay but had to clean up and get ready for the day. It wasn't just a meeting ahead, he had. . . other plans. Involving the girls, of course. That said, attending to business soaked in the juices of sex wasn't very professional – so the rumor was.

He cleaned himself up and put on his best attire, a comfortable though casual business outfit with buttoned collared shirt and fitted pants. Admittedly it felt a little. . . strange. The past several months Jamie had gotten used to waltzing around in the buff. The girls encouraged it, as they were rarely clothed, and if they had something, it was faint, breathable fabric complimenting their shiny coats and chimera biology.

At any rate, Jamie had two errands two errands requiring his attention. First was the meeting, a simple virtual call among new shipment clients that were interested in importing some of his farm's “brand milk" off world. It wasn't too long or arduous, primarily some number crunching regarding cost of transport, production goals, and expected time of delivery. The details of where the product was heading remained foggy, something about various lunar settlements overseeing hazardous asteroid mining operations, and needing quality “health foods" to keep workers from collapsing due to gravity-induced bone density loss. Or something like that.

Jamie was able to handle questions well enough but remained distracted in his thoughts, given the talk of “milk" just made him imagine the girls' fat bouncing breasts. Well, if he was going to meet some new production quotas, he'd have to work extra hard, right?

That coincided with his next errand. Concluding the meeting, Jamie departed in the afternoon. It had been a while since he ventured into New Columbia, and took him a while longer to get there. Out here in the pastures, it was miles of terraformed farmland overlooked by a light greenish sky. The colony itself was single and self sustaining, with white steel pillars and futuristic monoliths jutting out on the horizon. Solar panel fields absorbed innumerable quantities of energy to pump life into the thriving vista of traders and colonists, and the “city" maintained a quiet, amicable nature. New Columbia was too far from homeworlds to absorb the complexities of. . . well, Jamie thought of them as “unstable," the city comprised of tradesmen, medical researchers, and hopefuls eager to make their home here. You didn't need to worry about much in the way of living expenses, and immediate needs like shelter and medicine were provided de facto. Local requirements only mandated you learn a skillset to benefit the colony if you weren't already equipped with one.

In any case, Jamie was here on business. Sort of.

The challenge at home was getting the girls all nice and bred. But many chimera housed mother genes that discouraged excessive levels of offspring for a whole bible of reasons. Given the origins of chimera, there were some “concerns" they could be exploited for breeding programs. It was not always pleasant to think about, so Jamie just focused on the now. Meaning he was picking up some medicinal stimulants that might give him an advantage when trying to sire children with the girls.

Said supplements were easy enough to acquire. In fact, colony worlds so far from prime home systems encouraged large families, given that local populations were sparse. Stretched across the stars any unprepared collective of people could vanish, quietly. Disease, unknown planetary disasters, or lord forbid – violent conflict – were cracks in the pillar of even the most advanced commune. Thankfully, a majority of offworld colonies did not fall victim to total failure. But the precedent remained the same: having large families was actively encouraged. Therefore, Jamie acquiring this brand of prescription was met with no unwanted complications.

With. . . one particular caveat.

The supplemental booster was, specifically, designed for male chimera. Male and female anthropoids maintained a similar genetic makeup and structure to humans, given that said hominids were the blueprint for deep-DNA modification. However, chimera for male anthropoids was much more robust, a stronger counterpart to your standard aphrodisiac. So much so that it was not exactly legal to purchase a male anthropoid supplement if the party in question intended to use with a human female (or anyone human, really). It wasn't lethal, it just. . . “too much." Male and female chimera boasted impressive, boundless stamina. The milk from the girls back at home was a testament to just how even a minute boost could keep someone like Jamie going all night long, and then some.

No regular ladies at home, and that meant he didn't have to deal with excessive prying questions about the intended use of the supplemental booster.

He returned home not long after, concluding his business as evening twilight fell on the farmstead. The sky was clear, brackish blue hung with thousands of distant stars, often patterned with the travelling corvettes of colony ships. When he reentered the house, he was assaulted with the gorgeous aroma of a hearty prepared dinner. The kitchen clattered with the sounds of cooking while the dining quarters were littered with the pattern of conversation between the girls. Here, Jamie was tempted to try out the stimulants, but abstained. After all, he wanted to be fully prepared and intended to use them tomorrow.

In the kitchen he greeted a pair of girls, Bess and Mary – the motherly duet – fussing over a variety of foodstuffs for the herd. They wore aprons, as cooking in the buff led to obnoxious burns.

They were preparing a complimentary stew of hearty seasoned vegetables and potatoes for the girls. Cooked protein cuts were also sizzled into tasty morsels for both Jamie and Trixx, everyone getting their nutrition from a plentiful palette.

“Hello ladies," Jamie would say with a small grin, giving both girls a hug and gentle pat on the rump. They cooed and laughed but quickly shooed him out of the kitchen. Before they did, however, Jamie spied the dish prepared specifically for him and quickly mixed some of the stimulants into it. According to the prescription, it could either be ingested as pills, crushed, or even mixed into water. Jamie didn't want to say anything and “surprise" the girls tomorrow, so seasoning his own dish with the supplements was a fun secret.

When prepared the herd dined together. It was an interesting feeling, the ebb and flow of conversation falling over Jamie with pleasant talk. It was amiable and connective, like a family. Jamie felt his heart swell, imagining what this massive farm estate might look like hosting an entire stock of children, a family to rival dynasties! Before him, his life was changing and evolving. He was going to, hopefully, be a father to many children and bull to many wives. Busy, challenging, yet wonderful all the same.

So, when time came to retire, some of the girls purred and suggested they give him company. But for the first time in a long time, he politely declined. He wanted to be ready. He didn't want a hint of stamina to be lost tonight. He wanted to feel recharged and ready for the long day ahead tomorrow. When the business of the day was completed, he cleaned up and retired to bed, his eyelids clamping shut.

His dreams were strange and wild, suffocated with desire and abnormal visions. They came like fevers, sometimes involving the girls, sometimes shifting with strange imagery of open fields and fruitful crops. He saw the stars turn to eyes, then shapes, then the herd looking back at him with smiling faces. He saw himself scuttling about on all fours like a wild animal, until the dreams finally subsided and rest took him completely.

-*-

Morning arrived, and with it, a siege of bestial, seemingly boundless energy. Jamie snapped his eyes open and took a long breath. His waking felt as though he'd had the perfect rest. There wasn't a drip of fatigue in his body, not a shred of tiredness clinging to his frame. He pushed himself up from the silky sheets, rejuvenated. He could scarcely believe it at first – was this real, or another dream? It was almost frightening! But no, the dinner and stimulants worked, perhaps too well. It was the kind of energy that could make a man hike a mountain and jog a trail without breaking a sweat. Good lord, no wonder the anthropomorphic supplements came with a warning, this was energy beyond energy. Excitement, enthusiasm, his mind felt clear and focused. He was ready.

And so were the girls.

A subconscious, innate understanding filled the air as Jamie strolled out of his room. He only wore a robe, since clothes were going to be useless in a few moments. He padded downstairs to spy one of the gals, Tia. He slid next to her, granting the bovid girl a bess on her cheek before speaking in a low, but voracious, hungry voice. “Tia. If ya'd be so kind and gather everyone else. I think it's time we break in the breeding room."

Tia's blonde coat rushed with a hint of rose, eyes boggling as she glanced at her big bull. “O-oh. Really?"

Jamie gave a nod.

She nibbled on her finger, feeling quite overwhelmed. “Oh. . . my god." It really was time then, wasn't it?

It didn't take long for the herd to gather together in said breeding room. The quarters, located at the far west-side of the estate, was renovated to fit the. . . unique needs of the girls and Jamie. Bigger, padded, fixed with a Lord Size bed capable of hosting the entire group, plus one Jamie and Trixx. Restraints and various fetishes and toys also lined the walls should anyone want an intensified experience, and since arousal – or so Jamie learned – encouraged fertility with the girls, it proved useful to have nearby.

Jamie entered with the crowd of girls, surrounded by a forest of gorgeous bovid women, all their splendid figures next to the other on display. Hips wiggled together, breasts pushed and pressed in fighting pairs, squishing for space, each lady far needier than they'd ever been before. Every girl maintained a look of manic obsession, gulping and gazing at Jamie with renewed fascination as if it was their first time with him, all over again.

“Girls," Jamie said, shutting the door and securing the entire group inside. He didn't need any big speeches, the intent was clear as the day.

“I think it's time we start our family," continued Jamie. “I've taken some stimulants to help us, and the medicine you all had for dinner is supposed to help. . ."

Sally, the matronly cow, cleared her throat and chuckled. “Nmm. Wondered why I could barely sleep last night. . ."

Each of the girls shared a look. Indeed, while they were predisposed to having a higher libido than a human counterpart, right now they felt. . . desperate. As if they only thing that mattered was Jamie's big bulldick and feeling their wombs flooded with virile seed, desiring nothing more than to sire a healthy host of children. It appeared the moment finally arrived.

No time like the present then. And since Sally spoke up first. . .

“Guess we have our first volunteer," announced Jamie, gesturing to Sally.

“We'll go in turns," he went on. “Make things efficient, right?"

He chuckled at himself, amused at the concept of 'efficiently' breeding every girl. But there was indeed a lot of ground to cover, and this would be a demanding session.

Sally cooed with an excited 'ooh.' “Me? Nmm, how lucky."

She sauntered forward, giving the other girls a haughty smile, tossing her head in proud fashion. In the nake, just as the others, her grand sloping chest tossed in gentle, inviting bounces with her tips swaying in metronome patterns, hoping to excite her bull further. And it worked. She pushed into him, her heaving chest flattening against his rigid torso as she tossed aside Jamie's robes and granted him a soft, wanting kiss. Jamie returned it, a flood of hot electric adrenalin pumping into his brain, sending his thoughts headfirst into a sea of bestial lust.

“Mmf," he said between kisses. “Congrats. You ready to get bred?"

Without a word, Jamie turned her around so Sally faced the others in all her splendid glory. Instinct taking hold, she gasped with an excited squeak, leaning over so the wide, fat hills of her plump haunches pressed into Jamie's bare crotch, catching the split of his hardening length between her peach. She wiggled, tossing the cock in little bounces between her cheeks, her glistening folds rubbing against the underside of Jamie's enhanced length. The other girls watched in both jealous want and lustful amazement, ready to observe one of their own get bred and claimed first.

“Mmnf, oh yes, more than anything," said Sally, voice scarcely above a yearning whisper. Jamie grunted, wasting no time then.

He spread her wide, waiting cheeks, exposing both her round puckered hole and inviting pussy lips as the tip of his flank pressed against the wet, drooling snatch. She gasped, her tunnel fluttering around Jamie's shaft as he plunged deep into her awaiting, wanting womanhood. Her back arched, allowing Jamie to fill her completely, savoring the moment as his twitching bullcock found throbbing purchase in her lucky cunt.

“Ohhhhgod," she wailed with a low, pleasant moan. The other girls watched, their cheeks going red as Jamie's newfound status emanating from his form, confident and ready. It was a preview of what was to come.

A robust rhythm of smooth, practiced grinds followed, sending wide, audible claps throughout the special room. Jamie gripped Sally's arms, keeping her positioned as the buxom bovid gal slumped forward, tongue out and eyes rolled up as her mate used her like a cocksock. It was different now too. . . where before the girls teased and pulled the “beast" out of Jamie, now he was taking control, fully embracing his role as the farmstead lead. Each stroke of hips sent out a drooling gush of precum, and Sally's voice hitched with continuous gasps and long, aching moans.

Jamie hastened his motions, his cock tingling with exciting waves of hot, orgasmic electricity. And it was this same increasing pace of sensations causing his bloated balls to churn as he bounced Sally off of his hips, meeting each movement with another eager, powerful thrust.

“Fuck," he rasped, feeling his strong frame tense. In a flash, he felt his first peak rush forward. Sally yelped and froze, body arching as a rush of powerful, virile seed flooded forward and gushed into her needy tunnel. Ropes of sticky hot white pounded into her, filling her to the brim and fertilizing her womb with Jamie's new, enhanced issue.

“Yeees! Jaime yes!" bellowed Sally, her fat front wobbling in healthy tosses as she clasped her cheeks with hands. If one looked close enough, they'd swear her eyes formed heart shapes.

“Mmmn, like it?" Jamie said with a low growl, wiggling his hips as if to stir the priceless seed now flooding Sally's tunnel. He let his prick remain a moment, staring how Sally's lips suckled and gripped his sloppy cockmeat, before finally withdrawing and allowing the busty bovid to collapse forward, heaving with steamy, exhausted breaths. Her ass raised proudly in the air, thick lines of salty white pouring from her stretched womanhood.

The other gals gasped, watching their herd member collapse to the ground. They whispered, lips biting with hope. While there was no spoken order, it was clear a “line" was forming, and Jamie would take a moment with each girl till each was sloppy and filled with his cum. Indeed, he was hard and strong as ever. There was no fatigue or deepset aches, Jamie's supplements were working perfectly and his voracious sexual appetite only hastened.

Though, before he could pick the next girl, an eager figure dashed over to him. It was Lilly, one of the younger gals, her eyes bright and hooded as she looked up to Jamie with an abrupt, hungry vigor.

“What are you. . ." started Jamie. He was cut off as she tossed out her hands, gripping and fondling his dripping shaft, cupping his bloated testes in her palm while she licked her plush lips.

“Me next!" she said with a hoarse wanting tone. “Please, me next!"

At once she slipped to her knees, mouthing Jamie's tip and dancing her head along the crown, slurping up the juices from both Sally and Jamie. She nuzzled his crown, running her tongue along each inch, hoping to taste Jamie completely.

Jamie chuckled, patting her on the head and stroking her rounded cow ears as she gazed up at him with lust-covered eyes, servicing his glistening cock. Stroke after stroke threatened to bring Jamie to another peak, but instead he wagged his finger at her.

“Now hang on, little gal, you cut in line. . ."

Being head of the farm meant he also had to instill some discipline. Not much, not like the girls misbehaved. Sometimes. But going out of order was still a habit he didn't want Lilly to adopt, even if things would devolve into senseless fucking soon enough.

She blinked, frowning. “I d-did?" Lilly said it in such way not to betray fear, but genuine excitement.

“Oh nooo. . ." she cooed, continuing to stroke her bull off and rub his length along her soft cheek.

Without skipping a beat, Jamie used his newfound strength to yank Lilly up with her back to him. She squeaked in surprise – and a measure of disappointment given she was taken from his juicy length. However, young Lilly would not have to wait long. Jamie's twitching inches threatened not her soft, dribbling pussy but her tighter, puckered hole, his arms curling and spreading her thighs as he nuzzled the anal entrance with the tip of his shaft.

“Annh!" Lilly gasped, her eyes widening as she gulped, staring down at the massive length threatening to fuck her tighter entrance silly like a sleeve. She shivered, squirming in her bull's grip, her face going beet red while her hands clasped her face in lustborn amazement.

In the meantime, Lilly's mother, Bess, granted a soft chuckle and stepped close from the herd. But she didn't come “alone." In fact, Bess was sporting a bulky strapon, a purple, girthy nubbed cock snugged around her laced hips, glistening from an application of lube. She patted over to both Jamie and Lilly, giving her daughter a smirk.

“You heard Jamie," she added. “You skipped a turn, and you'll need a little. . . discipline."

Lilly's heart raced, flicking her gaze up to her mother. “W-wha! Mom!?"

“You heard the lady," added Jamie, nudging his tip against her exposed pink hole. He proceeded to push upward in a smooth, slow motion, the girth of his malehood parting Lilly's as and allowing him to shove himself into her tight hole with little resistance. Ample pre and slick from the “previous" attentions made for easy access, while Lilly let off a shuddering, surprised groan.

“Unnffff. . ." she rasped, staring between the penetrating cock and the imposing strapon slowly approaching her juicy, dribbling pussy. Once Jamie had thrust upward to the threshold of his hefty, churning balls, Bess reached over and dotted her daughter with a small kiss.

Without words, Bess gripped her hands around Lilly's ankles to keep them in firm place while she also pushed forward. The nubbed synthflesh of the thick, girthy strapon was designed like a bull's mast, heavy and powerful like Jamie. At once she shoved forward, splitting and stretching her daughter's sex wide, the younger girl squirming and yelping as she was double-stuffed. Thanks to Jamie's supplements and newfound strength, he was able to maintain a steady hold as he bucked his hips upward, sending slow, grinding rhythms into Lilly's puckered asshole. Sloppy slchlks and schlorps followed after, accompanied by Lilly's strained, wobbling moans. Her perky bosom tossed in shuddered throws, ravaged by her bull and mother.

Bess provided sweeping, thick thrusts, her curvy bovid thighs not just for show. As a chimera she possessed a level of surprising strength, carefully applied to her motions of fuck punishment. Her hefty, fat breasts smothered and flattened against Lilly's own resistant, petite orbs, Bess leaning forward to grant a sultry grin.

“Mmmhm, enjoying yourself aren't you?" Bess purred. “You like getting fucked like this Lilly? Love how your bull stretches your little hole? Like how every inch of you is used, like a perfect cocksleeve?"

Lilly could only mumble through her whining groans, mind lost in a sea of lust. It was demeaning yet thrilling! If being “punished" felt this good, maybe she should get in trouble more often. . .

Jamie, in the meantime, felt his throbbing length choked by Lilly's tight backdoor, stroking and suckling his flank while Bess disciplined the girl with commanding thrusts. The sight of watching the motherly bovid gal teach her daughter a “lesson" sent him into overdrive, rushing his mind with thrilling ideas of working together should any of the girls step out of line. He continued to stroke and bounce her off his lap, enthused by his raw, pronounced strength. He wasn't just fucking her stupid, he was holding her with limited resistance, little friction. His body nor muscles did not tire, allowing him to pummel little Lilly with overwhelming power.

“Gnfhood," rasped Lilly. “I c-can't. . . take it! I. . . have to c-cum!"

Bess chuckled, working her daughter over with stronger, quicker thrusts, reaching over to spread Lilly's lips and massage her clitoral nub.

“Oh? Is that right? Greedy, greedy, taking the bull for yourself."

Jamie groaned in unison, elated to hear the less-experienced herd member was so quickly brought to a soon-explosive peak. His testes churned and his body tensed as an eruption of orgasmic pleasure overtook him, his frame shuddering and tensing while he poured thick ropes of jizm into the wailing girl. Bess chuckled, kissing her daughter as she watched Lilly clench and flutter around the strapon, her petals igniting to life in an oozy display of matched orgasmic highs. Lilly felt the rush of her bull deep inside her, painting her tight tunnel with his issue, she froze, hammered by gentler thrusts and bounces, Bess and Jamie keeping her impaled. Eventually Jamie relaxed, huffing, his frame dancing with sweat as he went to his haunches, releasing Lilly in gentle fashion while she collapsed to the ground, her anal hole gurgling from the siege of seed.

He sucked in long, needed breaths, his eyes blurring as his gaze wandered around the “mating" quarters. His actions were not without sordid consequences. Enthused by his rough fucking, the other gals had fallen into grinding and caressing the other. Trixx, the feisty vixen, was sandwiched between the twins Sam and Lucy. She was sandwiched in their embrace, one behind and one in front while the vixen's rounded ass was pushed in the air, her soft folds stretched by another strapon. She yipped and moaned, her throat full with another girthy toy, Lucy tossing her hips in quick, bouncing thrusts while Lucy worked the foxy gal from behind.

Given how Trixx's eyes were rolled up in stupefied fashion, her flat tongue hanging from her maw and lingering on the prosthetic cock bulging her throat, she wasn't complaining. Maybe she was being “punished," but it was clear the vixen was enjoying the discipline as much as Sam and Lucy.

Hazy. It was getting hazy, in a good way. Jamie moved, or felt himself move, in a whiplash of instinct. So many girls, so many pussies to breed. His eyes were locked on the twins, watching as they finished up with Trixx, leaving the vixen a shuddering mess on the floor while they embraced and nuzzled the other, their hefty fronts flattened in a lewd, space-hungry competition.

He didn't even remember going to them, only the events proceeding. All he knew was Sam, the blondie of the group, had her soft, plump lips wrapped around his heavy length, his balls smacking her chin as he pinned her with defiant, brutal thrusts, claiming her oral hole as she sputtered around him.

“Gllkflsk, Jffmmiee. . ." she muttered, her frame shuddering as her thick rump wiggled, tossing on her twin. As twins, they did everything together, this sexual fever no exception. Lucy was pinned underneath her sister, worshipping her sibling's sodden, juicy womanhood, inflicting the room with voracious, audible slurps. It forced Lucy to moan, her eyes blurring, pupils dilating, losing focus as she was besieged by physical intensity so good it bordered on painful.

Delerious and without words, Jamie pumped himself to climax, exploding with fresh waves of virile seed, flooding Lucy's throat with his tasty issue, giving her a preview of what was to come. She dutifully gulped down the precious nectar, dollops of white and saliva forming a sticky river, pooling onto the ground while her sister brought her to climax. She tensed, moaning as her nose was buried in Jamie's waist, taking in his heady scent as her juices flowed and rewarded her sister's act.

“Gnnnf, n-next," rasped Jamie, barely operating at any coherent capacity beyond a bull in need. Lucy coughed, sputtering as masculine ichor filled her mouth. Jamie, meanwhile, started with Sam next, pinning her in his lap as he bounced her thick rump on his sloppy malehood, her bucking, girlish moans shaken with each thrust as he used her like an improvised cocksleeve.

Again and gain, over and over he thrust, filling Sam with his cum in another ravaging wave of orgasmic bliss. And yet, despite the intense, physical demands of this debauchery, he was strong and energetic as ever. The supplements combined with steroidal milk and the enhancements the girl's were buzzed on provided a seemingly boundless well of sexual energy. And thank god, because without them, this would've taxed Jamie beyond any reasonable human durability.

Next was the other mother-daughter duo, Sherry and Tia. Sherry lied atop her buxom mother, head squished between a pair of hefty tits, her thick rump in the air as Jamie spread her cheeks wide to get a long, inviting few of her puckered pink hole and glistening folds.

“Mmf, this'll do," Jamie grunted, placing his soaked cock atop Sherry's rump, swatting it with his inches before nuzzling her virgin anal entrance. Tia watched, purring with a dark smile as she kept Sherry locked in place.

“Oooh, looks like we're trying something new today," said Tia, petting her daughter on the head.

Sherry huffed, looking back, eyes wide with terrified excitement. “W-wait, y-you're not gonnaAAAGGHG! OGGHHGOD!"

At once, Jamie pounded into Sherry's tight, willing hole, the soft pucker stretched wide, filled to the brim with Jamie's heavy weight. Her voice caught, her body stiffened, and soon she found herself thrust into with harsh, unrepentant bucks.

“OHNFUCK, s-so BIG, it's T-TOO MUCH, ANH!" Sherry sputtered, her eyes rolled and blurred as her long tongue hung helplessly. Her chest wiggled against Tia, who watched with lewd amusement, petting her daughter's head as the bull claimed Sherry's anal virginity.

“Mmn, good girl," intoned Tia. “You're doing soooo well."

Again and again Jamie let loose and fucked without restraint, knowing full well Sherry was more than capable of taking his cock in whatever hole he pleased. And like before, his churning, bloated balls readied themselves. A siege of cum erupted from his sloppy tip, filling Sherry, bulging her belly as he released yet more waves of himself into the now-proven Sherry.

Ghguh, who next? He wiped his brow of sweat, but still pressed on. Every girl needed filling, every girl had to be fucked and filled with seed. It wasn't just sex, it was a proving ground. He had to be the breeding bull, had to show the girls he was capable, virile, ready. It was a canyon of difference between a meek accountant and true farmhead. If he wanted to be the leader, if he really wanted to claim this herd as his own, this was how it was done.

Trixx was on the menu, though the vixen's previous rough fucking had made her a sodden mess on the ground. Her perky rump was on displayed, pussy oozy from her own released while her thick chest flattened on the padded ground. Jamie wandered over to her, taking his hands and groping the soft fur, massaging her rump. Amusingly, he chuckled, noting a plug had been shoved into her ass, keeping her “locked" away, probably for use later. Didn't matter, he was more interested in breeding her proper too.

Her green eyes gave Jamie a dizzy glance, allowing herself a throaty moan. “Nnnuh? J-Jamie?"

He smirked, spreading her cheeks wide as he did with the other girls, noting how her ass suckled the plug with expertise and warped her rump around the golden bulge. In the meantime, he plunged into her, giving her the same attention, pelting her with smooth, brutal strokes. Trixx moaned in splendor, too weak to offer anything except a willing hole. Her hips gyrated back a bit to embraced Jamie's engorged bullcock, feeling it stretch and fill every inch of her, tickling her cervix. Sloppy, suckling noises emitted from each thrust, intermixed with Jamie's hungry grunts. He was gonna try real hard with her, make sure she was part of the family of breeding stock, and each little yip and foxy yap the vixen offered only incensed Jamie to thrust harder.

“God," wheezed Jamie, “still so tight. . ."

She was, a juicy wet pocket eager for more of his enhanced bull seed. With eager vigor, Jamie plunged balls deep, his churning testes smacking her taint as her burrowed into her with ravenous, feral vigor.

“Can't wait to fertilize that womb, Trixx," growled Jamie, bucking into her with such force and size it bulged her. She panted like an animal and heat, her sweet heavy scent overwhelming Jamie, encouraging him to fuck with growing force. Like with others, his testes throbbed and clenched, assaulting Trixx with a deluge of potent spunk that bulged her awaiting womb, lines of sticky white and pussy nectar leaking down her furred thighs. He rut her like a wild dog, holding her hips in place as he finished stroking himself off in her clenching, throbbing folds.

He finished with her after a brief, primal pounding, dumping loads into her and draining his fertile balls into her soaked, deluged womb. Jamie huffed, the slightest hint of fatigue racking his body, though he had plenty of energy to spare for the rest.

He bounced to another trio of figures, Julie, Mary, and Tia. Julie was showcasing her apparent love for bondage, bound at the wrists and arms, pulled back so that her wide buxom ass was presented for the other strong bovid gals. Fur patterns of grey, cream, and black-white formed a debauched figure, both girls pounding Julie in her sacred holes via strapon, stretching her wide as Julie bounced forward atop Marie, who shoved her hips upward in dominating fashion . One underneath, one above, grinning as their herdmate groaned and rasped in dizzy, stupefied manner.

“Ya' getting ready, Julie girl?" Tia chimed. “Getting ready for all that fat bulldick?"

Julie managed a pathetic nod, until Jamie reached them. Mary looked from underneath Julie, grinning at Jamie's approach. “Mmm, guest of honor. . ."

Julie winced and glanced too, her buzzed, dizzy eyes watching the silhouette of Jamie exchange positions with Tia. In an instant he was buried inside her, colliding his hips into her fat backside. Her cheeks molded and wobbled around his thrusts, morphing around his thighs with enough size to encompass his whole torso.

He released into her, and things faded and ebbed in constant sexual blurs. Leena, there was Leena. He found himself diving into her dribbling pussy, holding her in a mating press as the motherly cow cried out for more. He tasted and drank from her bloated breasts, pinching hard with his lips and teeth as he suckled her steroidal milk, granting him a much-needed boost in stamina.

Mary was next after he finished with Leena, pinning her against the wall. She wore tatters of a maid outfit, only in heels and stockings, thrust forward as her plump chest flattened against the interior. She bucked forward, whining for more, her moans rattled with lust-drunk passion.

“Nnggoood J-Jaaaamie!" she cooed, feeling his fingers dive into her lips and dutifully sucking for him. She gasped as his surging spunk exploding into her already soaked nethers, filling up her womb with yet more fertilizing seed.

And finally, finally there was Lilly again amidst the horde of girls fucking each other in wild glee. She had gotten a taste before, her ass plundered by his piledriving dick, but she'd waited long enough. He found her on the ground, prone, pushing her head into the cushioned floor as he jammed digits into her soaked pussy folds, stretching them to get an eyeful as she gasped from the touch. She had little energy left, but enough to grant her bull access to her sacred entrance.

Without hesitation, Jamie gave the last girl his all. His body was seized by a growing, encompassing fatigue, the stimulants and boosters running their course. His balls and shaft were not sore, but he could feel the excessive use. No wonder the directions warned against human on human use, the “meds" were incredible.

He drove into her with the last vestiges of his strength, his slippery, utterly sloppy cock slapping against Lilly in smooth but brutal strokes. He could feel his bulbous tip pushing into her, kissing her cervix, threatening to fill her with the remaining volumes of seed. Of course, such a “threat" was more than welcome. Lilly lie hapless, accepting her bull's mighty gift, glad to be the last used girl in the orgy of breeding debauchery.

“Fuuck, Lilly," grunted Jamie, clasping her rump before grinding himself in one, final motion. His balls churned and flexed, and his cock burst with one final river of sticky, virile issue.

Next came. . . an immense, welcome exhaustion, a buzzy afterglow of heavenly proportion. Jamie collapsed, ragged breaths escaping him as he swept Lilly into an embrace, feeling the gravity of her soft fur coat hugging his sweaty, reddened flesh. His eyes felt heavy, weighty. The limits of his sexual energy were maxed, and now he so desperately needed rest. Welcome, blissful rest.

Because now he knew. . . each girl was bred, claimed, and fertile with his seed.

-*-

The sweet beckoning of spring colony weather brought on welcome, blissful changes. Out here by the farmstead's park bench, Jamie stared out into the gorgeous horizon of fruitful fields and bountiful potential. He wasn't alone, of course.

His role as farm bull had been firmly established, and each girl in the herd was eager to service whenever the time called. They were plump now, round with soft, pregnant bellies, and in the distant future, would bear wonderful, powerful offspring. A family, a true family. How many might each girl bare, Jamie thought? How many beautiful, sweet children might they sire? They would all be his, all his amazing sons and daughters. It filled him with such overwhelming joy, a painful happiness. He thought about building little cribs, about visiting the colony with a bountiful gang of children. He knew very little about being a father, and yet, what better place than this?

Of course, pregnancies did not slow the girls voracious, sexual nature. Even now, at the bench, Tia and Lilly were gleefully worshipping his exposed cock. Their tongues ran rampant over his wet flesh, sloppily lapping at his testes to his tip, trading kisses at the swollen head, looking up at him with lust-filled feverishly loyal eyes.

He was always in the buff now, typically wearing clothes only when “professionalism" was required. When the two girls finished up with him, granting servile, long kisses on his cock, they accepted his spasm of healthy seed, gulping it down with half-lidded eyes and warm smiles.

Jamie, satisfied (momentarily) ventured now to the barn. The infrastructure still maintained the milking furniture required to provide the farm's most precious asset, but modified now to accommodate each of the girl's pregnancies.

Within the sights of the barn played out, sound of humming machines intermixed with low, soft moans. Sherry, for instance, was hooked up, her fat, swollen mounds producing rich milk. On the other side of the furnished barn were Trixx and Julie. Both were bound and tied at one of the barn's pillars, also hooked, gagged in blissful contortion as the twin cow girls, Sam and Lucy, bounced their hips into each girl. Trixx was unique in that the vixen never expected to be a producer of milk product, or even pregnant with Jamie's child (or children).

At his approach, the twins glanced and grinned. “Haaai Jamie," said Sam. “Sorry, just givin' a little help around the farm."

She swatted Trixx's firm, plump vixen rump, visibly impaling the girl with a strapon. “Gettin' fucked helps ol' foxy here be nice and productive, ain't that right?"

Drool formed from the gag in Trixx's mouth, but she nodded, wiggling her hips with the strapon still inside.

“Heh," gruffed Jamie, his voice taking on a deeper tone. “Allow me, yeah?"

He strut over to the bound Trixx as Sam slipped out with a wet “pop." Jamie, taking position, leaned over to caress the vixen's back and removed her gag, pushing a finger into her soft muzzle lips. She suckled, licking at it, her throbbing vixen cunt hungry for the real thing.

“Ya' like being bred and milked like a cowbitch, Trixxy?" hissed Jamie, leaning over to rub his cock between the split of her cheeks. She nodded in feverish, loyal passion.

“Yes, yes, I love this," she cooed. “N-never thought I'd, unf, do something like this. . . but it's. . . so good. . . having your child, bein' milked. . . fuck I never want it to stop. . ."

Well, it didn't have to. Encouraging her process, Jamie slipped into her suckling pussy and rut her with gentle force, bouncing her forward. She moaned in response as his hands slipped over to her chest, squeezing the bountiful breasts, kneading them, enforcing them to drip with more precious, unique milk. As he did with any of the girls, he spread her lips and piledrived her well used cunt, her tongue hanging free as she awaited the eager rupture of Jamie's hefty balls.

It didn't take long, and besides, Jamie had the others to see. After a series of long, feverish bounces, his release exploding, balls tightening as they'd done so often before. Trixx should in wild, shaken fashion, her bound state leaving her limited movement. However, the enticing orgasm had the desired effect, as Trixx visibly produced dollops of creamy, tasty milk, the pumping machines dutifully suckling her swollen mounds.

When he finished, Jamie's issue leaking from her used pussy, the twins returned with an approving grin. “Oooh, nice job Jamie," said Lucy.

“Don't worry, we'll clean up and take goooood care of her," chimed Sam too.

“See that ya' do," Jamie smiled, gently caressing each of their swollen bellies. “Make sure she feels good. Real exotic product we got with her, heh."

He exited the barn as soon as he came (and came), padding across the fields and inhaling the scent of the sweet fields, joyous with what the future might hold. In the distance, he heard a murmur of sounds, bright cheery voices intermixed with playful laughs, spying the various silhouettes and shapes of the other girls swimming at the farmstead's lake.

There, the rest of the herd dance in the water, allowing the cool clear liquid to embrace their forms, providing coaxing relief to their pregnant frames. Jamie had to imagine all new. . . weight was challenging to carry around, and he swore to himself he'd make sure they were all happy, protected, and cared for.

In an “unusual" display, some of the girls are in swimsuits, whether its v-slings or fullbody, portraying their frames in an enticing display, promising pleasure beyond the flexible fabric. Here, Jamie reached the edge of the lake, resting his haunches on the grass as he looked out into the cool water. He said nothing, enjoying the vista of his cowgirls in their recreation. All so beautiful, more so now they were swollen with seed and child.

Spying him from the distance, one figure swam up through the water, emerging as drops dribbled from her frame. Bess. The boss gal. Curvy and wide as the day, arguably the biggest gal of the group. She wore a warm, loving expression, shaking her hair and sauntering over to Jamie with slow, methodic steps. Her rounded breasts were cupped by a straining bikini, her pronounced belly making her more beautiful than Jamie could've ever imagined.

“Mm, there he is," she cooed, coming to him, looking down. “Taking a little break?"

Her eyes wandered over Jamie's new body, the physique of a proper bull, strong yet still human. “Hardly!" he said, reaching over to pet her thigh and then her pregnant belly.

“Just. . . enjoying the view. Beautiful."

She felt his hand, resting over it with hers, their digits mingling as she sat atop him. Her fat heavy rump eclipsed his thighs and her swollen mounds engulfed his head.

“Oh, I'm sure it is," she said. “I'm. . . I still can't believe I'll have your child. After all this time. We're so happy, Jamie. Really. You gave us just what we needed."

He nuzzled her. “Heh. Why stop at one?"

Kissing her belly, she provided a soft gasp. “I want to have a family. A real one. I want to stay here with you all, no matter what."

Bess kissed his forehead, brushing a palm over his cheek. Her eyes almost glistened. “Mm, nothing would be better. All our little ones, in the fields. They'll have the best care, and I'm sure the best kind of loving father."

Jamie let his eyes remained on her seeded belly. Hello little one, he thought. I'm your daddy. Can you feel me right here, for you? I'll always be here.

Daughter or son, didn't matter. These were his herd wives and soon he'd have a host of children to care after. Unlike his old colony home, where familial ties were distant and cold, this would be different. They'd want for nothing. They'd have their own rich, full lives. He'd make sure of it.

Reaching over, he cupped her breast and pulled away the bikini strip, exposing her for him. His arousal shifted to life and Bess gave a quiet, pleased sigh. Gently, she wiggled her hips and slid down on his shaft, feeling it part her fluttering lips. So full, so complete. Bess initiated soft, loving bounces. Not rough or hungry, the kind that demanded company, and closeness. Not fucking, but making love.

Jamie let her take him, accept his flesh as they fell into a soft, passion rythhm. His mind wandered, enraptured by the beautiful cow girl. In the far distance he thought he could hear the others noticing, probably wanting their own turn, but for now, he focused on Bess.

Not once in his life did he imagine being a family man, but now he was. This was his herd. This was Jamie's new, wonderful life. They would forever have him. As a father. As a husband.

His heart was here, like a smoldering, eternal hearth.