A Refined Product
Request From Bloodbag: A hyena with cum addiction and male lactation
A Refined Product
Request From Bloodbag: A hyena with cum addiction and male lactation
The pen scratching the paper, the different candelabras bringing light in the late evening.
The crackling fire was as calm as the constant scratching, as the rings clanged on the gold-engraved table. The different fragrances coming from all the continents filled everyone’s nostrils as much as the cloying perfume of sweetened wine.
Even then, there was that undercurrent, that musky touch that lingered as an aftertaste.
“And this is the last. With this, I can assure our dynasties will last, my friend,” said Harold.
The purple-clad Wolf certainly looked pompous and satisfied, his tongue licking his chops as a predatory reflex before he reclined. His ring-covered fingers danced as he waved at one guard, practically beckoning.
“It is,” confirmed his counterpart, Omar. Lankier than his partner, with his fur graying around his nose, the Hyena certainly showed his age. Even one part of his ear had been chewed, a freak accident, telling that he was not a young merchant but someone who’d traveled far and wide.
Even now, sitting in Harold’s study, signing contracts with the Lord, was something the Hyena had already done so. But with other Lords, other people… And never someone as extravagant as Harold.
No. The Wolf entertained that air of inflated pride yet backed it on every occasion. His purple-tinted attire could be sold to feed more than a thousand families back in Omar’s homeland. Yet Harold acted as if it were merely a commodity.
The rings and the encrusted jewels? A decoration he pulled and turned while waiting for Omar to present him the signed papers, before he sighed. And smiled.
Sure enough, the Hyena smiled, too, but nervously.
“Is there any problem?” asked Omar, glancing at the Wolf’s glimmering teeth.
“Oh? I am elated,” said Harold, passing a finger along his lips before tilting his head. “My contacts keep telling me any trade with you is bound to succeed. And of all the opportunities in the Duchy, you came to me first.”
“Thanks,” replied Omar, chuckling and straightening his back on that pillowy chair. “It was only natural. You possess the most land, and you have the backing of the crown.”
“For reasons, my friend. If I can call you that,” said the Wolf, nodding.
“Sure! Friend is adequate! And I sure hope we shall be-“
Omar stopped, blinked. Harold had raised a palm, as if to halt him.
“Wait. Those wishes must be honored properly,” said the Wolf, shifting his weight and protruding belly as he turned to the door. “They may enter.”
The door to the small study opened. At first, there was the head of a guard, nodding somberly. Then, three figures entered. Three Bovines, their coats ranging from bay to black, with a gray one. Three bulls with their horns filled with gold. The same gold that dangled from their noses, the same gold composing the chains linking their exposed genitals. Or the ring passed around their low-hanging genitals.
Three Bulls, naked from head to hooves, whose steps were gracious despite their sizeable bodies: muscles and fat tied together.
Omar blinked, watching those three moves and then placing themselves in key positions. One on Omar’s right, another on Harold’s left, and the final one between their armchairs. Discreetly, another servant snuck into the room, a small Rat, though he disappeared after he’d emptied the table and placed two crystal glasses instead of the contracts.
“What… hum? What is this?” asked Omar, chuckling nervously at the sight of those studs who held their chins up. They radiated heat, and more so now with their bodies that were warm… And sweaty, particularly around their groins or their sizeable and slightly sagging pecs.
“Omar, my friend. I cannot imagine you leaving my domain without enjoying the finest of refreshment I can offer,” said Harold, suavely. He passed a hand over the Bull’s groin on his left.
A touch, a caress, a circling on the sheath. And though it seemed unlikely, something dripped from the flared tip that jutted from the sheath. No erection, and yet. The liquid that dripped was unmistakably semen. Cum. The very seed of a man, Harold collected at the tip of his claw to lick it.
There was a moment of ponderation, with the Wolf’s eyes darting upward in a thoughtful expression. Right before he nodded and grabbed one prepared glass to press it against the Bull’s limp flare, making the crystal slightly dig into the soft meat while the cum had nowhere else to go but… In that glass.
“Aren’t you lucky? This peculiar harvest has been excellent,” said the Wolf with a grin.
Omar, on the other hand, blinked.
He looked at the Bull, who looked slightly bothered, the hooves shifted, then the Wolf. Then, that glass that was filling quite fast for something that was to contain… Semen.
“Wh-What is it? Are you asking me to drink their fluid, friend?” asked the Hyena, his ears low. Certainly, he wouldn’t spoil his lips with that inane suggestion.
“Omar. Omar. Do not tell me you have never sampled such a delicate Nectar?” asked Harold, one hand on his white jabot. The lace bent as he pressed against his heart, feigning illness.
“A delicate nectar? It… You’re drinking something we do not- Consume in my culture,” explained the Hyena, trying to be considerate and not to anger his partner.
“Please, then. Could you have a taste? For me?”
Once the glass was half-filled, the Wolf raised it. The flow stopped, though the smell of cum lingered around. And came out with a vengeance when the glass was brought to Omar’s face.
It was warm, steamy, and its musky scent tickled the Hyena’s nose in a way he couldn’t stop himself from snarling. But he watched the Wolf, leaning forward and waving his hand.
“Go on. You can close your eyes if it helps.”
One gulp. That’s what Omar told himself as he brought the glass to his lips and threw his head back.
However, it was denser and stickier than wine or any spirit, making him frown for a second as the liquid didn’t meet his lips directly. Then, it flowed, and through his lips, it passed.
And… It was sweet. And strange. It wasn’t like anything he’d expected. It was sweet and rich, with perhaps a touch of salt that was far from being excessive.
It wasn’t fruity, but it had that slight tang that… That made the Hyena blink and look at the quarter-full glass.
“What is that?” he asked, surprised.
Then, the Wolf passed a hand onto the Hyena’s shoulder, squeezing it gently.
“The first time is always the most surprising, I must say. But please, enjoy it.”
Omar did it. He emptied his glass, letting himself be absorbed by that odd flavor that was miles apart from the beverage he’d drunk. But in return, it was quite delectable. Enough for him to lick his lips… And then follow the instruction to ‘milk’ the bull on his right.
He had to press against the sheath, sometimes stroke it… And then, after he’d pressed the glass under the urethra, the white gold would flow. Gold he’d swallow, finding that one had a more acrid taste. But not unpleasant.
“How? It’s… It doesn’t taste as I expected,” said the Hyena, his glass and hands between his thighs. He was blinking, his composure shocked, while the Wolf sipped his semen.
“Let me tell you… In this Duchy, we have a few plants that cannot be found elsewhere. Once you grind their seeds and then make the men consume it, it changes the flavor of their semen. It makes it palatable. Addictive, even.”
“It’s… It sounds like an impossible feat,” commented Omar, going for the gray Bull between them. His semen was definitely the sweetest.
“It is not,” said the Wolf, taking his fill from the same font, bending over the armrest. “It is something we have refined in our Duchy. Moreover, we are… Preparing our favorite ‘cows’.”
The Wolf even chuckled, patting the Bull’s belly.
“Shall I expound more about this? Good,” said the Wolf, sipping the cloying sweet like Omar. “It started as my great-grandfather's idea. See. Semen cannot be stored. Otherwise, it would be far too easy. Add to that, we had a famine crisis due to a poor season. My great-grand was about to lose his estate when an idea came. Anyone willing would be fed, but they would have to take the concoction. Then, they would be ‘sold’ to other nobles for a period of ten years.”
Omar blinked, but nodded… Watching as the Wolf pointed up to the Bull’s chest.
A few encouragements, another nod of the Wolf, and even with one Bull groping his pectoral to present the nipple to the Hyena’s glass, ready to have the nub squeezed. And once squeezed, so came the flow of milk. Its scent was not as strong as the semen, but far more familiar to Omar as he licked his lips with anticipation. And hunger. Before he sat down.
“And so… This is how your family established its legacy?”
“Oh, yes. But not only,” said the Wolf, tapping his lips. “Among our clientele, we have men who cannot enjoy their spouse’s presence. Hence, we decided to… Expand.”
A snap. And the Wolf had the Bull on his left turning, bending over for a moment to present his buttocks. To present that orifice that looked glazed over, swollen, and… Practically no different from a cunt.
Omar gulped, feeling his pants tense while he had his glass refilled, his thirst hard to quench.
“So. They are… Harlots?”
“Yes,” said Harold, his eyes gleaming. “But they are free men on a contract that stipulates how long they shall serve. For example, those three are part of my private collection.”
The Bulls didn’t budge, but the Wolf chuckled, snapping his fingers and beckoning the Bull to approach. To approach until that groin was practically in front of the Wolf’s face… So he could lick that cock. And kiss it.
Sure enough, Harold even slurped. And as encouraged, Omar did the same. The flavor from the semen was all the stronger, all the more refined before he peeled his head off, with semen sticking to his chin.
“It… is so different.”
“Yes. They are contracted to stay by my side to the end of their lives, to follow my family. That way, their own families shall enjoy a life of luxury,” said the Wolf, his voice suave. “Alas. The more you feed that concoction to men, the more their bodies change. For now, it is fair to assume my three precious cannot get erect anymore. Likewise, their breasts can now produce milk.”
“It’s…” gulped Omar, watching them act as relaxed despite the Wolf talking about them. “Isn’t it cruel?”
“Cruel it would be if there were no compensations. But those undergoing those changes are deliberately selected. This is not a butcher’s shop. What my family does is refine products. We handpick the most profuse studs and feed them the appropriate alchemical preparations to enhance their capacities. And for those who desire some modifications, we make our clients pay extra.”
Omar blinked, watching the Bull. And yet, pressing his glass against that soft flare to take another sip. It was intense, strong to the mouth. But he could feel his stomach growl if he wasn’t giving in.
“And how many do you have like that?”
“About a hundred, more if we count those currently in contract with our clients,” replied Harold, giving the cock another suction, another lick, another swallow. Before he sighed, he invited Omar to do so again. To give in… Until the Hyena was again sucking the cum from the distended urethra, no different from being nursed by the Bull.
“If the papacy desires to contract my family, we shall send them ten of them to account for most of the cardinals.”
“This is not… Illegal? Back home. Such displays would be frowned upon.”
“This is because they have not been introduced to the delight that is a prepared male,” said the Wolf, wiping his lips with his thumb. “May… I offer you to take one before you return home?”
Omar gulped. Not only from the potential gain… But as he was pressed against the Bull’s cock, slurping that semen that eased his thoughts, his worries, and filled his stomach.