Milked by the Dryad

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Absorbing Their Power

"You will do perfectly..."

The dryad smiled as he stood before the barn, sinking his roots down into the rich and fertile ground. On first glance, one could have mistaken him for a tree if he had indeed been standing still but the resemblance to a human being could not be denied when his bark-like face cracked into a smile. The rough lines of bark softened there and gave way to a fall of vines that spooled freely from his head like human hair, although they twisted and wound into one another as if they were alive too, a part of his body that could still be moved and controlled simply by thinking about it.

That was one of the powers of dryads, after all, and Kerokeis knew the intricacies of his own form and body after so many years. Although his legs were not as defined in shape as a humans calves and thighs may have been, there was a distinct calf there and his claw-like toes curled down into the ground, roots sprouting forth to draw sustenance from the ground even as he walked, letting it seep up into his body, feeding him as he walked and moved through the sunshine.

Kerokeis' lips pressed together, chest moving as if he was breathing, although it was not necessary for him to take in oxygen in that way with the leaves sprouting from his shoulders. Every part of his body was designed so that he could take what he needed from the world around him but there was something more that the idyllic farm set many miles away from any kind of civilisation could provide him with if he was brave enough to take it all for himself.

Power, on the other hand from merely living... Well, that was something more difficult to acquire. And yet he had happened on something as he slowly but confidently walked into the barn, his long stride appearing both slow and ground-covering at the same time. There were few that could outrun a dryad but it was their stamina more than anything else that made them such a formidable opponent in the grand scheme of life and the sustainability of such life.

The coolness of the painted red barn washed over him, the centre aisle empty as if it was used to house creatures in times of bad weather. Of course, on a farm that encompassed both farm animals and plants, the fields ripe with wheat and other grains that he didn't have the time to pause and admire, there were many outbuildings there and he would find that he visited them all in his quest for power. They, the animals and anthros, that was, would be more than happy to see him after they understood all that he could do for them.

It was all about a mutual agreement of things, something that would benefit all that came to pass in the intricate liaison, the symbiosis of creature and dryad coming together repeatedly as they brought fresh life to one another. Why, the mere thought of it made Kerokeis suck in a deep, satisfying breath, filtering through the scents of the barn as he sought out his first...ah...what was the word?

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Partner. That was the one he was looking for. Rumbling a chuckle, he rocked back on his heels, feet looking more like tree trunks as his roots tried to sink down and yet could not, considering the concrete barn floor. But no matter: there were more interesting times to come and it was merely a comfort thing for him, something that he always did for his body to reassure itself that all was working as it should. And it was time to move ahead with his plans.

Kerokeis, after all, was there but for one reason alone and that was about to come to beautiful fruition as he approached a dairy cow that had wandered into the barn, chewing curiously as her soft, brown eyes eyed him up and down.

"Hello there, my beauty," he murmured in greeting, letting her smell him, coming close without any hint of fear. "Now, you will be perfect, to begin with, if you would be so kind?"

He offered his palm to the cow and she willingly pressed her nose into it, snuffling and grunting softly, her black and white hide quivering. Already, his pheromones were going to work, the chemicals in the pollen he exuded in a pinkish cloud filtering into her system, allowing her to feel more pleasure than perhaps a dairy cow should have. But that was the beauty in what he did, opening up new worlds to creatures that otherwise would never have had access to such things, pushing onward as she mooed lowly and swung her head down for him.

"There now..." Kerokeis smiled. "Show me what you want."

And it was all suddenly easy for the cow who could not have before vocalised what she wanted, shuffling hastily around so that her hind end pointed towards him. Her tail flipped up or at least tried to for she didn't have the correct muscles in place to hold it there, knowing what she needed and the natural loop of it mostly keeping it well enough out of the way anyway. With her soft folds on show, flushed with warmth, she mooed again and jiggled her hind end at him, conveying quite clearly to him without the use of words what she wanted. Kerokeis chuckled and ran his hand over her flanks, under her tail, fingers squirming and teasing through her already moist slit, supplying the barest hint of penetration as she heaved for breath, quivering in place.

She was ready, his cock fleshing up too, although that was not his concern when he had such a fine 'milker' before him. An animal like her needed no foreplay or warming up considering how her body worked, hot and ready for him, pushed into her form of 'heat' with her vulva flushed and ready to breed. Tracing his vines over her vulva, he teased, enjoying her for himself even as he chuckled lightly in the back of his throat, teetering on the edge of his milking power trip. He would take so much from them and they'd welcome all he gave to them too, the cow only the first with her fat, heavy udders too simply begging to drip and leak milk. The dryad's dark tongue flickered out over his lips and the vines of his hair curled back and forth lightly, although they would not be needed for such an encounter. The other vines, however...

Ah. He would return to those at a sweeter time. His cock rose to the occasion, strong and woody, although his natural lubrication of a type of slicker sap (without the stickiness) did the job for him. A golden droplet glistened at the tip and he scooped it up on his finger, presenting it to the cow's entrance as she grunted and bore back against him with increasingly urgent shifts of her hindquarters and swinging, ropey tail.

"Easy now, I have everything you want, my dear."

The tip of his cock pressed up to her swollen lips and she tensed in the moment before penetration - and then she was spread, passage stretched around his thick rod, a breeding spire that anyone would have been proud of. Yet Kerokeis was exceptionally proud of it as he took her in long, slow, claiming strokes that let her know who she now belonged to, despite the fact that no one who had had the luxury of his cock in the past had ever been disappointed in what they received. Beneath him, the cow mooed and trembled, her cunny rippling and clenching around his fat length. He powered into her, the flesh giving and tugging lightly as he thrust, relishing each and every stroke, his need rising more and more. It was a wonder, truly, that he was able to hold himself back at all considering all that he wanted from her, but that was to come in time as he worked at seeding her, need tingling within his loins.

Driving, passionate strokes rolled forth and he would have gasped if he had needed air to breathe, claiming her over and over again. She was the first and would always be remembered as the one who made him the powerful being that he was, vines whipping about, caressing her body, teasing down around her udders and those delectable teats. Could there be anything more delicious than those as he slammed in, taking her and anticipating, still, all that was to come too? The pace of his liaison may have been slower than usual but he relished each and every tiny sensation, how her passage twitched around him, the cow bellowing out her enjoyment and rolling her head, large ears flopping back and forth as she sought to understand.

Yet she could not understand the ways of a dryad and could only offer herself up as a very willing and happy participant in lust, his shaft powering into depths that the bull on the farm never had been able to reach. Her eyes opened to the light of sexual fervour and her moist nostrils fluttered with breath, head down so that she could better bear her weight back into him. There could be no doubt about her passion for what he was dosing out and Kerokeis increased the force of his thrusts, pounding into her.

And her energy filled him more and more, even if it was so very much more that he needed from her, vines sprouting from his sides, his back - all over his body! There was only one thing that they intended to do and the cow, to her credit, did not even flinch as they suctioned onto her udders, others squeezing and caressing as she was milked. They suckled her milk from her even though she surely could not have regained all that she had produced for the morning milking already, Kerokeis easily filler her udders back up again with his powers, swollen and heavy and full and so very desperate for the tease of his tentacles. Overwhelmed by sensation as she fed him more and more power, the cow shook her head and mooed over and over again, surely drawing attention from the farmhouse.

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Good.

It was all as it was meant to be as two bodies came together for mutual benefit, the cow's eyes opened to the great pleasures of the world around her. The dryad's pheromones and magic helped make it even more pleasurable for her than it would have been naturally, her intelligence increasing so that she could both understand and comprehend what was happening to her and what he was doing. Her eyes shone with liquid kindness, soft, warm pools, and she bellowed out her lust and pleasure as he ground into her, the long, driving strokes pushing her closer and closer to something that she could not have before imagined.

Her first orgasm swamped her and the cow tilted awkwardly onto one side, her weight shifting and cloven hooves scrambling, Kerokeis only just catching her in time. And yet it was time for him to spend the first drops of his lust in her too and he supported her weight as much as he could, sinking back onto his roots, as his cock twitched and jerked, a rod of deliverance as he filled her with a thick and heady stream of cum. If anything, that flow of semen smelled even more powerfully than the sweet, flowery pheromones that he had already released and he parted his lips in a grin that spoke more than any words, thrusting until every last droplet of seed was well and spent.

"There... There's a sweet one."

Dazed and yet satisfied, the cow wandered off, cum sloshing from her slit, creamy and heady with the cumbersome dose that he had supplied her with. The mess would only lead more of the farm animals to him and their nostrils quivered even as they trotted and pranced into the coolness of the warm, letting the noonday sun slip from their bodies in favour of something more favourably erotic even if they did not yet know quite what was in store for them. A horse, a pig, a goat, a llama - not only one of each too, but more and more of them until the barn itself was a heaving mass of lustful bodies, everyone wanting a piece of what his pheromones, leading a trail to him, had promised.

And that was all that the dryad wanted to deliver as he took up his place right in the centre of the barn, the animals flocking to him like moths to the flame, although there never would be any measure of becoming burned when they were around him. No, Kerokeis was a dryad whose form was all about the art of pleasure and the milking of power, tentacles wrapping around a squealing sow as he plunged his cock into a willing llama. Funny to see them being bred more commonly but he did not spend much time thinking that as the fluffy creature rocked back on him, hind legs buckling to put them on the same level, for Kerokeis could not help but crouch, thrusting and grinding. The sow wriggled happily within his tentacles and he sent his magic forth into her, his power swelling her udders so that they hung heavily beneath her body as if she was feeding a whole horde of piglets, teats fat and dripping with milk.

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Please..._She begged in her language, the dryad taking a moment to translate her words. _I need it... To be taken... Milk me, please!

Grunting in need, she turned to him and the dryad was only too happy to help as she rolled her body into his tentacles, the slithering grasp locking onto her teats and squeezing, milking her. Pleasure wracked her body and the pig alternated between squeals and grunts, trembling all over, her mind not knowing quite where to go as she was milked, yet it didn't feel as if any milk was leaving her. The mouths of the tentacles suckled and pulsed, little nodules of sustenance travelling down them as her eyes rolled, exposing a rim of white, and she panted, her little piggy tail quivering as she heaved for breath, sides quaking. There was a beauty in how she fought and fought to restrain herself, the milking of her unnatural, bringing all the wrong-right sensations along with it as she squealed and swung her head anxiously back and forth.

Kerokeis knew that all was as it should be, despite that, her essence flowing into him, supplying his power, vibrating through a body and firing down nerve-endings that was a magical sex stud in itself. Laughing recklessly, Kerokeis relished in his own growing power, re-energised as he fucked the llama as if it would be the last time ever he got to feel a hot vent wrapped around his shaft, ploughing into her until she cried out and he too felt the familiar rise of seed that he had to release clawing its way up wantonly inside him.

The llama grunted but it was hard to pick out any one noise out of the throng and cacophony, heaving bodies surrounding him on all sides. Her plush coat pressed against him and he leaned over her, smirking lightly, the feel of her passage contracting around him more divine than even he could have imagined. She squeaked and grunted, noises rising through, need coming up trumps as she clicked her large teeth and wove her head around, knowing that something, even if she could not quite yet explain it to herself, was imminent. His orgasm beckoned too as the llama clenched around him, going through an orgasm of her own (perhaps her first), although he would have much liked to know how that felt for her, not having conversed with one in their native tongue before. Perhaps there would be time later when the breeding and milking session - at least the first - was complete? And he needed to cum...

Ohhhhh..._The llama moaned in her language, Kerokeis' smirk rising. _So full... Take more... Please...

Brushing her mind with his own, the dryad leaned in.

Anything you wish, in my care, little llama. You are mine now.

And she was more than glad for that to be so.

The dryad didn't want to leave those in his charge without what they needed and he filled her full of every drop that she had been craving, the llama weaving her head back and forth, teeth showing as she languished, spent and sending her influence into the body of the one who had shown her such divinity. A minor god-type of the forest, the dryad took all the power she offered up to him, gladly and with thanks, even as the sow's milk flowed into him too, her form slumping happily to the ground as she could give no more.

Still, he knew that the seed he was spilling into them was not virile yet and carrying his essence, performing the act of impregnation without following through on it. No! He needed more, to do more, and his cock wasn't going to be enough for that! Grunting deep in the back of his throat, he concentrated and tentacles shot out in all directions, too many to count, shifting and weaving into one another. Even some of the ones atop his head had to be called into action, writhing like vines as they sought out their targets.

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