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Hearth in Herds – Part II

It couldn't be this simple, right?

Ever since her time at the Farm, Bess had always held a yearning for Jamie that grew over the years. At first, she wrote it off as nothing but a small crush or, just nature of her proximity to him. He was the caretaker of the place, so naturally, she'd like him. But as time went on, feelings blossomed into much more. Along with those, well, urges. But acting on said urges wasn't something you acted on as a Chimera. There were social implications of that, a complex weaving of laws and hierarchies and a bunch of other complicated things that made your head swim. Having relations with a human wasn't a simple matter!

Or. . . was she making excuses?

Her eyes wandered up the estate stairs. Up there, Jamie's room waited for her. He was probably sleeping, though. Maybe this wasn't the best time? Gah, no, this was probably the only time. The hour was late, trails of bluish moonlight pouring in through the estate's windows. It granted a ghostly hue, light catching Bess' curvaceous figure while she pressed her hands together. The other girls were asleep too, which was for the best. It was doubtful the others would approve of this “idea," much less a meeting between herself and Jamie. But she had to do it. If for nothing else, to settle her mind.

Bess wandered up the steps, bare as the morning. In this case, she didn't think clothes were practical, not for this. What was the point in prudency now? She knew what she wanted. Was Jamie really going to turn away a girl like her?

Well, only one way to find out. Jamie's room was at hallway's end at the first level, not particularly lavish save for his family insignia emblazoned on the door. With careful hoofsteps she pressed on, relieved the door wasn't locked. As she did, she instantly spied his sleeping figure. The room was spacious enough but naught more than a bedroom, and Jamie was solidly at rest. He looked peaceful, Bess briefly reconsidered waking him at all. But, her mind and body urged her on. She'd gone this far, no reason to go back, she needed him to know, about everything.

She wandered to the bed, reaching out to touch Jamie's resting frame. He didn't budge, at first.

“Erm. . . Jamie?"

Again, she jostled him, a small grumble escaping his exhausted body. A few more times and he snorted, eyes fluttering open with a start.

“Whatthehell. . ."

Sleep drained from his eyes as he blinked, gazing at the silhouette of Bess. “What. . . who. . ."

“It's okay," she assured. “It's just me."

A pause. “. . .Bess?"

Jamie straightened, sitting up in bed and rubbing his eyes, letting out a long yawn and flicking on a light. Shivers of orange filled the room, a tired sigh leaving the young man.

“What is this?" he said, voice rough and groggy. “Did something happen? What's wrong?"

Bess managed a smile. “Nothing, nothing is wrong," she assured. Well, mostly. “I'm just, ahm. . ."

Just what? Oh, the words weren't coming as easily as she thought they might. She figured it'd be so simple once she started talking with him, but now already she was having trouble explaining herself. She'd never done this before, or anything like it as a matter of fact.

Again, Jamie rubbed his eyes, trying to shrug off the evening exhaustion. “What time is it?"

“Late," Bess answered. “Very late. I'm. . . sorry to wake you, but it's important."

That seemed to wake Jamie. He focused on her, fully waking. It also helped she was uh, entirely bare.

“What's going on, Bess?" he said again. He thought to comment on her lack of clothing, but figured it was another Chimera thing.

Again, Bess hesitated, rolling the thoughts around in her head. All she had to do was say it. . . all of it. Urgh. Easy, right?

“Well. . ."

Damn.

She took a breath, considering her words carefully. she didn't want to spook Jamie or make him feel uncomfortable, but she was about to drop a hell of a lot of feelings on him. Well, if Trixx could take such a direct approach with Jamie, then so could she.

“What do you think of me?" she asked, head tilting. Oof, what a way to start. That caught Jamie off guard.

“Er, what do you mean?"

Bess could kick herself. She laughed, starting over. “Urgh. Let me try again. Jamie, look, that thing that happened with Trixx, it's got me thinking."

She glanced down. “I wasn't aware you were okay with, well, Hybrids like that."

Jamie blinked, realization settling over him. “Oh. Um. That. Well Bess, that was uh. Actually, to be honest, I don't know what that was, I guess."

Bess leaned. “But you didn't mind it, did you?"

Once again, Jamie straightened, fully waking. “I guess not."

His words encouraged her. “I always thought it did."

She went to the window, looking through the blinds, eyeing the vast expanse of the farmland. “I could never tell. It's always been discouraged, or it was, growing up. And I thought you didn't like us that way but, now that I see that you do. Agh, it's been so frustrating, you know?"

Jamie watched her, doing his best not to stare at the girl's hefty, shapely rump. “I'm not sure I do. You sound like you need to tell me something though."

He said it in way that was both concerned and earnest. Bess went to the trouble to wake him up and she'd never done that before.

“I do," confessed Bess. “And I should have a long time ago. I feel so silly."

Jamie never thought the girls silly, but he focused on her words. Something else – this was happening after that whole “scenario" with Trix, and he had a feeling this was all related. Bess glanced back to him, turning, her full figure painted by the room's light.

“It could be a lot of things," she went on. “How I was, well, made. Maybe it's infatuation, maybe more, but all I know Jamie is that you. . . I, well, like. A lot. More than that? I want to believe so."

Jamie blinked. Was he hearing that right? No, couldn't be. Was he still sleepy?

“I thought of telling you so many times. Even the other girls. About our feelings, I mean, but, we didn't think you thought of us that way. Maybe you don't, maybe I'm making a mistake. . ."

Quickly, Jamie spoke up. “No."

“No mistake. I had no idea." He really didn't. The nature of Hybrids were a complicated one, a bit above him if he was honest. Protocols and ethics and this and that, it was easy for the whole affair to seem daunting.

It was quite a lot to process so late at night, but now that Bess was upfront, things clicked. All those hints, all those side jokes, all those indirect advances. Hybrids were different in that they could be incredibly forward, and what with his indifferent approach towards relationships, no wonder he missed the signals. Gah, he felt like a complete dullard.

Bess brightened though, eyes hopeful. “How does. . . it make you feel?"

He looked at her again, in quite a new way. It was like a key turned, a lock unfastening. Bess looked, uh, really good. You see a lady like her so often and it's easy to get accustomed too, especially what with the casual nature of Hybrids, but now? He was starting to appreciate how good she looked. Bess was always sweet and possessed a commanding aura. It wasn't brazen or aggressive, exactly, it was subtle, thoughtful. That flowed into her frame and posture and body. Confident. She carried a lot of personality.

It uh, also helped her chest was large enough it could probably squish his head. Jamie's brain buzzed, along with other parts of him. He did like her, really. But, he always figured she wasn't that interested in him, more her own kind. That went for the rest of the herd, too. Why settle for a human when there were plenty of strong breeding partners out there?

With all this thinking, it dawned on him he was sort of just staring.

“Oh," he said at once. “Hmm."

Bess tilted her head, frowning, sensing distance. Jamie corrected this.

“Good," he added. “Really good. I had no idea Bess, honest."

Bess features changed, smiling. “You mean it?"

He rubbed his head, trying to ignore the hardness of his loins. That was, well, hard. “Yeah," he continued. “I feel like a dumbass, hah. Hybrids are just different, I never paid attention. Head lost in the clouds, I guess. Routine sets in and you forget what you're doing, About yourself, even. I thought I was just gong through the motions until, I dunno, something."

Now that he brought it up, what was he even planning, anyway?

Bess chuckled. “This whole thing is pretty dumb, isn't it?"

He looked at her, doing his best to look at her eyes. “What do you mean?"

She laughed again, her front gently tossing. “Could've been avoided if we just said something to each other, you know?"

He nodded, conceding. “Funny how that works."

Here, Bess shifted. She looked about, taking a step. “Well, you know. Speaking of saying things, I didn't come up here to. . . only confess."

Wait, what? Her tone changed, laced with mischief. The primal part of Jamie's brain roused, because it was fairly easy to see where she was going.

“Er."

Another step and more of her could be seen. Jesus, she was built like a brick house. Why did it take so long for Jamie to appreciate that, anyway?

“I don't think you remembered your role, Jamie," she said, her voice going melodic. “You are the farmhand, in charge of the herd."

He was? “Yeah, I guess, technically," he offered. Oh boy, another step.

“Well, technically, that means a few things, doesn't it? If you do feel this way Jamie. . . why don't you do the claiming?"

Hearing that sent a quick surge of hot adrenalin through Jamie's frame. The kind where the knowledge of proximity and desire collide. Chest races, eagerness overtakes the body, and wants start to overwhelm common sense. How could his impulsive brain resist? Because though he tried to play it cool, he knew precisely what she meant. Hard to misinterpret “claim" in this context.

“Well. . ." he started to say. Started because exactly what was he going to do? Say no? Hell no. He didn't want to take advantage of Bess in the wrong ways, but it was clear that wasn't happening.

Again, Bess moved forward, but this time dropped all pretense of subtlety. She leaned and her ample, weighty bosoms tossed together. Her curvy frame was easy to appreciate, carrying a natural strength but maintaining its feminine shape.

“You liked Trixx, but let's be honest, she's a little small, mm?" hinted Bess. She was at full speed now, knowing Jamie's feelings.

“And we both know you're not," she cooed, glancing down to Jamie's bedding, where an easily visible tent prodded through his blanket. He was pretty sure she was just laying on the compliments but, it certainly worked on his lust driven brain.

His reservations started to unfasten. His walls of “playing it cool" crumbled, replaced with a floodgate of dear god yes I want this.

If there was at least one detail Bess picked up on while watching Trixx mount Jamie, it was the effectiveness of her forward behavior. This Jamie, this man, so disconnected he was with things around him, head in the clouds. He needed help from a different kind of head.

“You never really understood your station," she chided playfully. “Let me show you_."_

At once, Bess' urges came to a boiling point. She now had what she wanted in her grasp, and in a moment, it'd be literal. She snatched the covers and tossed them aside, Jamie's root wobbling into view, proud bestial root standing in the air like a defiant pillar. A dribble of presex escaped its tip while Bess crawled atop the bed, her weighty, massive front bouncing together as she shifted close. Jamie watched with eager eyes. Like hell he was gonna' stop her now!

She wasn't some office prude or a gal looking to marry into it because of family tradition or pressures. She was down to earth, a working person, with a perspective so different from anyone he met. That was enough for him. Trixx was an easy, unexpected lay, but it didn't have the same impact. Anyone could have a casual romp. It took effort to be with someone you cared about.

Was that how he felt, then? He cared about Bess and the others?

He didn't have time to process, because his root vanished. Bess dipped her head and wrapped her soft, warm lips around his tip, a tight suckling following after. At once, the bovid assaulted the inches with a flurry of slow, rythymic head tosses, each swing of her head draping the shaft in saliva.

Jamie groaned, head arching as his flesh exploded in radiant waves of warm, hot tingles. Each stroke of Bess' maw strengthened them, bit by bit, forcing him to clench the sheets while she worked. He was helpless, not that he minded. The intense grip was enough it filled the whole of his lower body with intense physical bliss, saliva drooling down his loins and testes.

“Mrrrrmg. . ." she murmured, taking her weighty tits in hand and pressing them together. Here, she choked his needy root with her luscious, soft bosom, stroking against it with careful, practiced touches.

“Damn Bess," croaked Jamie, hand coming to her head and petting over her possessively. “That's good, urgh, like professional good. . ."

Bess released him, an audible 'pop' heard while she tilted her head. “Mmoh? Well I've practiced. Watched videos on how humans do this."

Jamie wondered how, but then again if this was the result, didn't care so much. She laughed again before returning to his flesh, applying an assault of ginger kisses along the root from base to tip. Each was slow and tedious, filled with lustful affection, creating yet more waves of increasing heat through Jamie's rod.

He watched her, a sense of realization dawning on him. This was all about claiming his herd, was it? He could appreciate it then, observing her act in a supplicating fashion. It carried a wonderful thrill and his hungry mind was more than happy to indulge further.

“Like doing it, huh?" he commented as she strolled her tongue along his sides. She fluttered her eyes, sensing his growing enjoyment.

“Mmmff," she mumbled, kissing the length. “I've wanted it for a long time. . ."

Of that Jamie was certain given her current enthuse. She suckled and bathed him with her tongue in a pattern that could only be described as worship. The dim room light washed over Jamie's wet cock, revealing just how drenched it was, and he was certain he only wanted her to keep going. He was getting hot, the good kind, the seething kind, and he was filled with lusts he didn't even think were possible.

Bess took her hefty front and once more smashed her bosom together, throwing it in hard tosses, caressing his cock with a plush, magnificent hold. Each time she did it, Jamie felt strange. Strange in a good way, but he noticed it. Stamina is how he could put it. A burst of energy from seemingly nowhere, like he'd climbed out of a whole and what awaited him at the top was stamina. Like he could run marathons, tend to the farm, do his job and still have fuel left for, well, this.

Good thing too. Bess was ravenous and assailed him with more suckles, her unrepentant lips taking his tip before sweeping it into her maw. She buried the inches into her throat, coughing a bit, but adjusting quickly. Damn. She really was practicing.

One could only take the attention so long before losing it. Jamie shuddered, grunting, his loins erupting with orgasm, enveloped by sheer, physical intensity. It was on another level entirely, the kind that makes you buckle and squirm, cry out from how blissfully overwhelming it is. “Nmmmmg, Bess, baby!"

Coupled with it were the words, those lusty, primal things that tend to occur when the mind is dizzy and consumed with nothing but want. You're already in the throes of fucking, why mince what you say? Bess, in retaliation, squirmed and muttered as seed poured into her awaiting throat, soaking her suckling maw as she gulped it down like it were a savory essence. She let her tongue wrap around the inches, stroking against it, inciting greater heights of intense electric warmth to the point it was like pain.

Again, Jamie gasped, rearing back and panting, the first orgasm sending blood to every inch of his body. He stared at the ceiling, dizzy, a gentle afterglow settling over him. Oh, he was wide awake now.

Bess released him, licking lips, quite pleased with herself. Oh, this was better than any fantasy or dream. The tangibility and the reality of it! “I hope you're not giving out already," she hinted.

Jamie rubbed his head. Again, that unusual stamina remained. “Me? Noooo. . ."

“Want a pick me up?"

He blinked. A what now? He watched the bovid shift closer, resting her plump, wide haunches on his stomach. She leaned, and her immense, full-tits came close, wobbling together in teasing fashion. Given their proximity, it was hard not to stare.

“Uhh. . ."

Her pink nips were positively daring him to touch, and on instinct he did, reaching out to grab possessive handfuls of the generous front. He wobbled and tossed them in his palms, squeezing, getting a sense of their firmness and weight. This earned him pleased moans from Bess who was no doubt quite sensitive given her biology and profession. It also encouraged her to shove forward, pushing her tits into Jamie's face.

“Mmwf?"

Now, Jamie's vision was obscured by cleavage. Oh, not that he was complaining, not one bit!

“Nnm, need a refreshment?" cooed Bess, pushing her plumpness forward again. This time, though, she let those warm, glistening nips slide across his lips. Oh.

Well, once again, instinct ruled his mind. Like a beast he mouthed at one of the provided teats, licking over it with voracious oral strokes, savoring the flavor. Quite literally, in fact, because Bess' front provided, nurturing him with savory, sweet-tasting milk. At first it surprised him, rather unexpected it was. He was so used to drinking milk – in the rare times he did – from a bottle. From the source? There was deep animal thrill to it and he certainly squeezed hard to get his “sample."

“Mnnohyes, taste it," simpered Bess, hot breaths escaping her, hips wiggling from the attention. So, of course, Jamie did, suckling to his heart's delight.

And then it happened again. The abrupt surge of stamina and energy, akin to raw strength. All at once, it hit him, the milk. Well of course, was it not obvious? Suppose not. But Bess' “essence" was giving him all the vigor he needed to keep going, so much that it cut through his afterglow like a knife and gave him a new purchase of wind. He let her free, enjoying the nectar, massaging her front with gusto.

“Bess. . ."

Forming words at this point wasn't easy, but, perhaps he didn't need them. Bess pulled back, looking down at him with wide, wanting eyes, her face flush with desire. She'd tasted him, as he did with her, but now they needed more, to unionize as a couple, to become one in the universal language that was mating. Their hands met and fingers curled together before lips met, colliding in hungry touches, tongues dancing and tasting. They explore while hands grasped, their mutual desire understood through the language of the body.

Bess shifted now, raising her hefty rump so as to better position herself. She momentarily broke the kiss and glanced back at the awaiting rod, where Jamie's pole stood proud, glistening from saliva, orgasm, and presex.

“Nmf, Jamie," she cooed, unable to say more. Why bother? They'd be noisy soon enough.

Slowly, Bess sank upon the resilience inches, the hot flesh pushing into her suckling tunnel. The sodden cleft wrapped around the dimensions with ease, their previous affair making entry that much easier. Jamie was overwhelmed with heat, the warmth of his lover quite surprising. It was easy to forget just how hot flesh could be, but it was welcome all the same, enveloping him like fiery, wet silk.

Urgh, that was good. A hundred feelings hit Jamie at once. Of course, have a fat bottomed girl like Bess sit on his cock was exciting in itself, as any red-blooded horndog would say. But there was something else now, something that was so. . . absent from all his previous pairings. It was special. Anyone could find a partner to have a quick romp, but physicality was only part of it. This here was even better, because it was with someone he cared about, and she cared about him, too.

It certainly added to all of it. He clasped one of her hips with free hand while the other mixed with her digits. She sank on him, savoring the feeling as his length pushed into her tunnel, a perfect fit. She shuddered, clenching hard with her inner thighs, wiggling against it. Both groaned in unison as the renewed physical intensity overwhelmed them.

Bess, in a sense, was in disbelief. It'd been so long since she felt a rigid cock. From the person she was falling for, hard? It was too good to be true. But it was, and it excited her. “Jamie, please," she said through soft breaths. “Claim me!"

Claim? Ah yes, as Bess pointed out, this was all about becoming the “herd leader?" An empowering thought and one his primal brain was more than happy to oblige, especially starting with Bess.

Well, hard to 'claim' when she was doing the riding, so Jamie fixed this. In a stern but gentle motion, he lifted and switched himself with her. Now, Bess was to her back while Jamie got eyefuls of her generous figure, still deep in her clenching folds. Again, he kissed, to her lips, neck, chest, bust, wherever he could in both an adoring and possessive manner. A better position this, and perhaps the most sordid of them all: missionary. Ah, it was a real scandal now, what would the gossip say?

Lust outweighed sense. Push upon her, Jamie reverted to hungry rhythms as he started a careful yet firm assault of thrusts, coaxed and massaged by her inner walls. Bess was eager to reciprocate and curled her ample legs around him, ushering him further and harder with each swing of hips. Both groaned from the intensity, a rutting chorus splashing over their union. As Jamie thrust, the impact of flesh procured gentle claps that echoed off the room walls, driving him on.

It was almost confusing, because part of him wanted to keep going, and the other wanted to watch. As he drove his pike into her sodden earth, her weighty tits wobbled and shook together, dribbling with nectar, shimmering from Jamie's previous attention. They were a sight to behold, so delectable in how they wiggled and teased, at the mercy of gravity. Again, he had to grab at least one, coax and caress it while his other hand clasped to hers, trying to explore each enjoyable inch of the bovid Hybrid.

“Mmmmg. . ."

These sounds, Jamie never heard himself make them. It was different. Primal, yes, but they were so visceral and wanting. Bess was the same too, and perhaps their chorus was ablaze because of how special this coupling was, like they were reaching new heights of both discovery and physical bliss. It helped that Bess' sodden cleft gripped him so perfectly, her choking pink walls flowing with nectar and presex, drooling from her outer folds into the sheets.

Jamie buried his head between her front, the soft, plump chest overtaking his head as he rut haplessly into the awaiting cunny. God, that milk did something all right, because he was ready to burst again, yet felt no more tired for it. He groaned, thrusting for dear life now, the impact of his motions gaining haste. Each one earned him a higher pitched moan from Bess, creating a little feedback loop. It felt good to him, then her, and because it felt good to her it was even better.

Well, all that good hit a rising point and once again, Jamie hit his peak. His cock surged with white-hot seed and electric waves of stimulating pleasure, spilling forth ropes of issue. God, the exciting thrill of it, emptying himself into the awaiting cow cunny. Unf. The milk did its thing, too. Jamie could feel more of his essence drain into her, like the “production" was, well, extra. That, of course, tapped into the raw, instinctual part of his man-brain that wanted to breed, and such a concept was so exciting.

“Nnng, Jamie, yes! Oh fuck!"

As Jamie groaned and released into his Bess, he felt her surge too, hitting peak soon after. He helped by reaching down and stroking a finger across her clitoral nub with careful motions, enough to excite her but with enough finesse to not go at it like an ox. Her nectar washed over him, their sex combining and forming a sloppy, wet coupling, the sheets stained from their act.

The collapse came after, the unified panting and sweat from post-orgasm fucking. The ache of it was so good, and more another buzzing afterglow set in, so warm and inviting. Agh, Jamie could stay that way forever.

“You're amazing," he heaved, breath hoarse.

Ah, but stay that way forever? Stamina had something to say about that. This was almost scary. He'd never felt so virile before. He wasn't unhealthy when it came to arousal, just normal, but it didn't mean he was ready to back-to-back like this. Damn. Was that really just the milk? Guess he understood why the “local" stuff was so in demand now. . .

Bess looked at him, cupping cheeks with her gentle hands, smiling. “Mm. Oh, Jamie. . . is it bad to say I want more?"

He perked. She wanted more? Damn. Thank goodness for bovid stamina. Probably why he felt so strong right now!

Bess wasn't content to take things lying down. In a switch – and with surprising strength – she shifted him to his back. Not that he was complaining, there was a lot to love about the view.

“Mmf," she intoned, “gonna' ride you like a wild bronco!"

Jamie shivered. It was one hell of a thought. And, admittedly, kind of intimidating. The girls were, after all, Hybrids, and they were larger than him, and he didn't just mean the size of their busts. But, if he died because his pelvis was crushed, suppose there were worse fates. Bess momentarily pulled free of Jamie's mast, a trail of their “coupling" leaking from her juicy cleft. It was short lived, though, because she fully intended to make “use" of him again in a moment.

Taking a moment of respite, she once again fell upon Jamie's still hard length. He was a bit sensitive, but ready to go again, and he found himself astonished he was still hard. Milk straight from the source was providing him all sorts of benefits, wasn't it?

As promised, Bess mounted him. But she was hungry, voracious, and eager to start again. In slow, practiced rhythms, she tossed her frame upon the inches. With each impact, her fat full rump clapped against Jamie's thighs, the delicate fleshy applause bouncing around them. She rode him like a cowgirl, and there was something amusing about how literal it was.

“Fuck, nf, yes," Jamie grunted. The sight was too good – Bess' thick front wiggled together and feeling her toss on his cock wasn't getting old anytime soon.

He let his hands stroll over her sides, exploring all the sweeps and dives of her form. There was an excitement to where he touched, how her coat provided warm softness, tickling his palms as he discovered gentle hints of firm muscle mixed with Bess' womanly shape. Agh, he felt like such a fool, how could he have neglected this for so long? Her and the rest? There was so much there, made even better by her smooth, rolling motions.

Yes, he was brought to that again, watching her throw her hips against his cock, then straightening and bouncing on him like a hard ride to the western sunset. Desperately, he clasped her thighs and held for dear life, because Bess was getting faster. That was a lot of woman to please, so Jamie did his best to reciprocate. Where she feel, he thrust – or best he could – hoping to lunge himself further into her deep, suckling folds. Each motion, of course, choked his inches with a perfect tightness, and even after getting slobbered and fucked, it was still so good.

This time, though, Jamie didn't hold out as long. Granted, it was far longer than he anticipated, but three time's the charm? In any case, his cock once again burst in a torrent of issue while Bess moaned and whined, tossing her fat rump and hips as her drenched loins were soaked with yet more seed.

Agh, god almighty. Bess collapsed on him, fat chest squishing against his torso. Jamie was practically dizzy, the ceiling swimming as the two swam in yet another post-coitus afterglow. And this time he needed to regain himself, as did she.

“Oh my god, Bess," rasped Jamie. “You're incredible."

And she really was. There was so much to her he wanted to know, now. Sure, the sex was fantastic and caring about someone put a whole new perspective in his mind, but he wasn't familiar with Bess. Not that way, not yet, at least. But he wanted to, and after tonight he could learn even more, about her and the rest of the girls!

Maybe it was just the post-sex but, she visibly blushed. Words she wanted to hear for so long. But, this way, in this special moment, unrelated to things like work.

“Then take me," she said, pushing up. “Please, Jamie, take me however you want! Claim me!"

Jamie gave an airy chuckle. Was he not doing that already? Now he was truly grateful for the milk, which at this point was nothing short of a natural steroid. On his own she'd probably have ridden him to an early grave (not that it was a bad way to go).

“Fine," he grunted, pushing up. “I'll make you mine."

The final embers of Jamie's strength were enough to push him on, a beast prowling for prey. At this point, if he wanted to “take" her he could only think of something else. He pushed up and around her, and with tender control got Bess to all fours where he positioned behind her. He shuddered from both excitement and curiosity, looking back to see what he was planning. He didn't keep his motives hidden, though, nudging her pucker with the tip of his flank.

“Nnnm!"

Well, it was pretty obvious what Jamie had in mind. In a slow motion, he shoved himself into her anal tunnel as the tight flesh wound about his cock with abrupt tightness. Even with all the slickness from their previous fucking, it was still a fairly difficult fit. Bess shivered and clenched the sheets as Jamie went in, inch by inch, until he was buried at the hilt. For a moment, they both locked, embracing the sensation, wellsprings of hot, tingly pleasure crashing over them. But, given their lusts, they didn't stay still for long.

At once, Jamie threw himself into her ample backside with rough, harsh thrusts, different from before. Gone now was the romantic undertones, now he just wanted to fuck and Bess wanted to be fucked. Jamie gripped her fat, plump haunches, taking greedy squeezes as he rolled himself into her tight tunnel, presex and issue leaking from the tight pucker as he assaulted her with furious bounces. Each one brought a powerful, unrepentant impact and sent waves of fleshy jiggles through her ample backside, coupled with Bess' long, pleasured moans.

“FUCK!"

Oh yes, fuck. Jamie, now, was more animal than anything. All pretenses of himself – for the time being – were gone. He just wanted to claim the bovid and be the owner he was meant to be. Strange how a romp made it all click now, his position. For a long time, he'd been drifting, going through the motions, head in the clouds, an aloof layabout. Now? He felt he had both a responsibility and charge of his station, among things. He didn't know what it meant for the future, or what he'd do. But this was his charge now, and like those things you saw in old Terra Prime nature docs, he was the male taking his herd.

Like before, Jamie thrust until he could give no more. His hips slapped in unyielding throws while Bess was essentially fucked silly, left at the mercy of his motions. Finally, he peaked, a surge of issue escaping him, pouring into her tunnel, drenching her with himself. He buckled, shook, and hung for dear life as his frame wobbled in quick spasms, draining himself into the accepting bovid.

But, this time, he truly was spent. When the last droplets of seed dribbled from his tip, he heaved and rasped, frame coated with sweat, collapsing on Bess' back. That purchase of raw stamina had finally left him, but frankly, that was a pretty good run for a few sips of milk, eh?

What came next? Ah, he didn't really remember. His arms, her hold, their exhaustion taking them. It was like running a marathon, and all the post-physical fatigue finally caught up.

-*-

“I'm opting out."

Morning arrived in a pleasant haze, Jamie and Bess waking a bit later than their usual schedules. You know, just by a few hours. But the enjoyed every extra second of it, cleaning things up (and themselves).

Guess sex really could lead one to an epiphany, because once Jamie awoke, he'd reached a decision.

“If that's how you feel, Bess, all of you, then. . . I'll opt out of a bull. It doesn't sound like any of you wanted it anyway."

Bess was still nude and didn't seem too eager to get back into clothes, not that Jamie was complaining. When he spoke, she glanced at him.

“Sure about that?"

Jamie chuckled. “Not completely, but I want to see you happy, and the others. Maybe it's time I stop dicking around and do what I'm supposed to do."

She smirked. “Maybe."

And, if Jamie needed a reminder, he gave her a health swat on the rear, causing those ample cheeks to ripple in reciprocation. Bess squeaked with an ooh but grinned all the same.

“I should probably tell them the good news," said Bess, glancing out the room window. “It'll be interesting."

Well, good, Jamie thought. Interesting was better than the routine he'd been living in for the past year.

“Hmm, let me," he offered. “If I'm taking the lead role, I need to start acting like it. You're my herd, and my responsibility."

Bess smiled. “That's what I like to hear."

Jamie nodded. Then. . .

“You know, I could use a little pick me up. Maybe some milk?"