FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Hearth in Herds - Part VI

Jamie wrestled himself from sleep, the slumber of the previous day fading from his body as his heavy eyelids flickered open. He took a breath and shifted, thinking – in brief – of lucid memories and happenings. One of those “what an intense dream" moments one can experience from time to time. But as he moved again, resting his back against the embrace of his bed, he noticed the silhouette and framework of his companion. More specifically, the bovid girl – Lilly. And at once, it all came rushing back. He remembered where he was, what had been done, the girls.

Ah, right, all of that. Like a hazy, delirious dream of rampant sex, it flooded into him, like he flooded into them, heh. He'd allow himself one terrible pun, given his newfound sense of confidence. At least, that's what it felt like. More assured of himself, his decisions, where he was and what he was doing, and all it took was sleeping with several curvy bovid gals. Though, in seriousness, it was more than that. A lot was happening at the farmstead and his connection to the girls was growing, giving Jamie a sense that he belonged here. That, he wasn't simply an heir or product of his family's distant ambitions, but that maybe there was more to this whole thing than numbers and finances.

He stood up and glanced down at Lilly, her features a mess and her generous frame tucked under the covers. He thought to wake her, but she was clearly exhausted from their “coupling." Guess he gave her more a workout than he realized.

Jamie proceeded to wash and bathe, drying himself off, then preparing himself for another new day. He had to start getting serious about what he was doing here, what he planned to do. Couldn't just fuck the girls or the vixen and nothing else. Or could he? Amused, he pushed the thought aside and went through his wardrobe, stopping only to realize he'd been spending most of the time here in the buff. The girls did too, in fact. Outside of a ribbon or flower, girls liked Lilly pranced about without a thing on. They bounced as freely as gravity let them, and so Jamie realized, getting into a full outfit was impractical. He figured he'd be out of whatever he put on anyway.

Pants it was then! Jamie, admittedly, did chance a thought about strutting around the place without clothes, but even still that thought made him uncomfortable. Perhaps one day. God, though, what a sight that'd be? Imagine some long-lost uncle came by for a visit only to find Jamie without a shred of cloth on him.

He went downstairs, minding the creaks of his family's ancient estate, navigating through its long halls and spiraling staircases, down to the living room. It was occupied by a family of shapes – moving boxes, clothes, some electronics, and series of other things he didn't recognize. Then, a pair of figures – the twins – emerged from the side hall with a pair of boxes in their hands.

The twins, Sam and Lucy, despite their womanly carving, were strong enough to heft the boxes without much trouble, their prudence only hidden by the stuff they carried. It took Jamie off guard, still, because a pair of beautiful anthropoid women with breasts bigger than his head was always a sight to behold. But, aside from that, what was all this?

“Ohhh, Jamie," Sam said. “You look. . ." a smile crested her lips. “Rested."

There was knowledge in her eyes. The other twin, Lucy, huffed, set the boxes down, and smirked.

“Lilly isn't with you," she noticed. “Good that you gave her what she wanted, mm?"

They shared a sequence of devious laughs.

“G'morning to you too, girls," said Jamie. “What are the boxes?"

He'd almost forgotten, the girls reminding him. “Our new friend, remember?"

“Trixx is taking the spare room. We're just helping her get a few things in."

Ah yes, now Jamie recalled. Trixx had agreed to stay on the farmstead and her expertise in both shipping and people would be invaluable to the farm's survival. Furthermore, nothing wrong with having a pretty fox around the place!

They set the boxes down and looked him over. “Nice look."

“You're about halfway there," the other remarked, gesturing to his pants. Suppose they preferred him as bare as the day, like them.

“Well, someone has to wear clothes, I can't go to meetings without anything on!"

“Why not?"

Jamie shook his head. Given their background, he knew the twins were dead serious with that kind of question.

“Well, anyway," she continued, “good that we caught you. Mary said she was waiting for you in the kitchen? Said it was really important."

For a moment, Jamie felt a brief wave of concern, but it subsided when he realized if something had happened, he'd know. Still, there was an air of mischief in the girls' tones, and Jamie felt himself bracing for. . . whatever was ahead.

He strode to the girls as he made way to the kitchen, giving them a soft kiss on their cheeks. It was hard to resist them right then and there, with their soft fur coats and generous “assets." Still, it was early, and as one of his granddad's use to say, “put it in the holster wild bill." That didn't mean, however, he wouldn't take a helpful squeeze of their plump rears, giving each a squeeze and wiggle. If he pressed hard enough, he'd swear his whole hand might vanish in their cheeks.

Both squeaked in delight. “A-ah! Jamie! Knock it off, or we'll never make it out of this room!"

The thought was tempting, but there were things to do. “Maybe next time," he snickered.

He left them and went to the kitchen, which was on the other side of the old estate. Sometimes it was a marvel he could find anything at all in this place, given the home was modelled after old farms on Prime. For large families with multiple rooms, window outlooks to get a good look at fields, sizeable areas for prepping food and serving dinner, etc. An estate worthy of a farm keep and his entourage of bovid gals.

But just as the girls hinted, the kitchen was not unattended. Within was the young Mary, the girl who loved her books, among things. Just as the others she cut a young but bountiful figure, hips wide as the day with a matching bust, accenting her growing, womanly frame and short, curly hair. But unlike the pair, and other girls in general, Mary wasn't in the nake. Normally, Jamie might bemoan such a choice, but her attire only made her yet more appealing.

Just as attractive was the breakfast spread too, which had been lovingly prepared ahead of time. Fluffy jacks next to a bowl of warm syrup, juicy slivers of lightly salted bacon, seasoned eggs, fresh picked fruit, and a warm breadloaf hot from the oven. Jamie was caught between two works: breakfast or breakfast?

Mary wasn't just clothed, she'd picked out something special. Lace leggings combined with a black-and-white skirt with matching frilled blouse accompanied by a low-cut bust to expose her healthy cleavage. Light freckles dotted the mantle of her womanly front, accenting her breasts like spiced fruit, and were it not for the delectable meal already in front of Jamie, he'd no doubt go for her first. Beyond that, though, he was curious.

Not curious in the sense he misunderstood Mary, not at all. Over the past few days the girls had made their intentions and desires very clear. Just her choice in outfit was fascinating.

“Mary?" Jamie said, both a question and greeting. At once, the bovid girl turned to pass him an alluring but mischievous smile. Her half-lidded eyes gave a flutter and she made a show of herself, giving a perky bow.

“Oh, master, there you are!" she said, voice a note higher than usual. “I made you breakfast."

That Jamie could see. Master, though? That was a new one. Not that Jamie was unappreciative.

“I see that," he said in a manner appreciative. “Did this all yourself?"

“Oh, of course, anything for you, master."

In that, Mary clarified her remark wasn't a mistake. After all, Jamie was head of the farm and his status as “boss" was apparent. And then, he realized, she was quite the reader. Her choice of fiction varied, but the last time he caught sight of her material of choice, it involved. . . explicit things, especially those involving human and anthropoid relationships. It was easy to forget such a thing was niche all the way out here, and perhaps the taboo of it made it exciting for her. More to the point, Jamie wasn't complaining.

She was, clearly, acting out a scene from one of her books of choice, and it fascinated Jamie enough that he'd go along with it.

“Shall I prepare you a plate, sir?" said Mary with a delicate curtsy. What would Jamie say, that he was too busy? Nonsense!

“Oh, why yes," he said, adopting a slightly more “proper" tone for her. “You've worked very hard, after all."

He thought to make a pun for “very hard" but decided against it, rather sitting in one of the chairs with the padded seat. Mary had clearly practiced this routine, as her demeanor and manner by which she carried herself matched the maiden roleplay. It was a long time since Jamie had seen her attire, but as he recalled on Terra Prime, it was something akin to a French maid.

She fell into the rhythm of her “role" in swift fashion. First, the bovid girl fetched a plate, her hips dancing in exaggerated sways as she fetched the dish, her fat haunches wobbling together when she retrieved the dining wares. Once returned to the table, she maintained her soft smile, leaning in exaggerated fashion, setting aside a few entrees for Jamie. The lowness of her skirt gave ample sight into her bouncy, heaving cleavage, and the breasts clearly struggled against the silky fabric. Even the hint of her taut nips was seen pressing through the dress, and it took a great deal of restraint for Jamie not to rip off her attire and fondle her bust right then and there.

But before he could dig into one course, he had to start with another. Flirting aside, it would be absolutely criminal to let this food go to waste and he'd be sure the girls got their own helping. Everything was made to perfection, simple as it was, a staggering difference between eating and full. The cuts of bacon were thick but not overly salty, the eggs hot and rich with hearty yolk, accented by the warm, soft, lightly buttered taste of bread. The fruit offered a juicy reprieve, and Jamie took a cup of coffee, black. He always liked to taste the grind before adding anything to it, but this blend was rich and stubborn, a good flavor for a farmstead.

Much like all the food at the farm, it was delicious, and put heat in Jamie's body. He wasn't just satisfied, he was full, like he had the energy to do a day's worth of farm work, and then some. Or maybe that was the lustier side of him talking? It hardly mattered. Once he finished his coffee, Mary made another comment, feigning embarrassment.

“Oh dear," she said, voice soft, “I apologize, master, we were out of milk for the coffee."

Jamie did not notice, at first, but immediately leaned into this back and forth. He was starting to like the role. Now, he wasn't as avid a reader for Mary's choice of fiction, but he felt he could slide into the part well enough.

“Oh, and how is that possible?" said Jamie, tilting his head as though disappointed. “You're so full of milk yourself, but we're out? Tsk tsk." Was he doing his 'part' justice? He couldn't tell. The methods of “nobles" and “lords" never suited him, that was more his family's way of doing things.

That was, he sensed, the “role" Mary wanted him to play into: the domineering and vaguely disappointed master. It was no doubt a scene from one of her favorite reads, and it intrigued him enough to play the part.

Mary bowed her head in apologetic fashion. “Oh, I'm so sorry master. But a lowly servant's milk like mine isn't worth your trouble."

She folded her hands in front of her, blushing, though not from embarrassment. In fact, there was a slight tremble to her, but not out of fear. She fidgeted, and even with her attempt at a demure, apologetic expression, there hinted a slight smile to the corner of her lips, awaiting Jamie's next move.

“That isn't for you to decide," Jamie countered. “I am the master, after all."

Again, Mary nodded her head. “Yes, sir."

“So, produce."

Mary's eyes widened, shocked, some feigned, some authentic. In her mind she thought to protest a bit more, as the scene went in the book. Yet she was so excited to oblige she obeyed, fussing with her blouse to pop free her busty front. And indeed her treasures bounced free, strained and confined against the soft fabric. Naturally she wore no bra given the “circumstances," so her freckled mounds wobbled together, nips glistening with a hint of dew.

A pleasant sight indeed, though she wasn't finished. In manner befitting a bovid girl, she leaned over Jamie's cup of coffee and massaged her heavy tits, squeezing and pressing to encourage milk. In a few moments, she produced healthy droplets of sweet milk which flowed into her “master's" drink, like a creamer, only much better. After enough swirled into the mug of coffee, the liquid was now a caramel hue, the milk having mixed with the brew perfectly.

Mary did her best to conceal a moan, but to no avail. She was already sensitive as is because of her bovid engineering, but the sheer arousal of the situation incensed her sensitivity. She nibbled on her lower lip to stifle another moan, while Jamie offered an amused chuckle. He could tell her role was fracturing and it took a great deal of self-control for her not to break character.

As for Jamie, he already enjoyed the “flavor" of the girls. Their milk was tasty yet rich and fulfilling. More so, it had an alarming impact on his stamina, in that it gave him an abundance of energy. One felt like they could take on an army with a few cups worth, and it was any wonder why the milk was so highly valued. Combined with coffee? The effects were accelerated. Indeed, once he sipped the new brew, the delicious coffee and milk swirled together with a brand-new flavor, neither too sweet nor bitter, and as always, quite delicious.

The effects were quick too. Jamie didn't normally ingest caffeine, but the rugged coffee combined with Mary's milk put a fire in him, like a revving engine. Chased after a hearty breakfast, he could till a whole field with his bare hands! Or so he felt, anyway.

Once finished, the poor girl was indeed shivering with a fresh wave of enthuse. Like most of the girls she was “inexperienced" when it came to a male counterpart, and to hold off feeding into her natural desires was just that: fighting against nature. But she held off, knowing the “reward" for her work would be well worth it. Jamie, in the meantime, finished most of the brew, leaving a little leftover. If he recalled, Mary was likely reading the Master and Mistress series, a sort of “rush" novel you find when waiting for transport between systems. There were. . . a lot of them.

Authored by Zal Rhubarb, the series was all about human and chimera relations, though, playing into the fetish. Jamie was familiar, so he knew what was coming next. What was a maid and her master without discipline, after all?

“Finished, sir?" said Mary, regaining governance of her role. “I'll refill, if you'd like."

Jamie nodded and Mary scooped up the mug, but, in playful display, “dropped" the mug on the table, where it made a light thud and rolled on its side. Only a drop of coffee spilled, but in the book, it was a much larger mess. Mary, though, wasn't looking to imitate it to that degree. Only the fun part.

Now, Jamie sighed, forcing a frown. “Oh, look what you've down now," he said, stern and scornful. . . or he tried to be. That was new territory for him, so he tried to sound like disappointed family members. It worked well enough.

“What a mess you've made," he continued. “You'll have to clean it!" Here, Jamie stood, while Mary cast her eyes down in demure, apologetic fashion.

“I am so sorry, sir," she said, attempting to sound sad. Attempting, because there was a clear degree of excitement in her tone, hidden behind the words.

Jamie grunted. “Well you will be. You're too clumsy, you know that?"

Just as in the book, Jamie shifted positions and put himself behind her, pressing the flat of his hand against her back, forcing her forward. There was a light, surprised gasp from the bovid girl, but not out of resilience or fear. The contact of his firm hand against her soft coat was enough to send fresh waves of excitement through Mary, and she nibbled her lower lip again in anticipation.

“Oh, m-master, what are you doing?" said Mary, feigning ignorance.

“A lot of things," he said, fussing with the back of her dress. The neckline was low, offering a low cut “v" that revealed both cleavage and the contours of her slender back.

Because of her position, the wide plumpness of her rear pushed out into full view, accented by the lace leggings and “formality" of her outfit. Just as all the bovid girls, she was generous, to say the least. He pressed his hands in greedy fashion into the fat buttocks, squeezing and tossing the rump in his hand. His fingers kneaded her thick haunches, squeezing hard, forcing a few squeaks and surprised gasps from the girl. He spread her cheeks, if briefly, then released, letting the rump clap together, like a lewd applause. Black silken panties were all that gilded her loins, but Jamie left them there for now, rather liking the tease of her wanting lips.

Even though he knew the girls were appealing, he could never get used to their entrancing beauty. They were picturesque, and yet thick in all the right places. Feeling rambunctious, he gave Mary's fat ass a firm swat, causing her to yelp out while her backside jiggled in response. Firm, yet soft.

“Oh, master please," whined Mary (or feigned it), “N-not too hard!"

Behind that plea was a very obvious desire. But, Jamie wasn't going to give it to her yet. He continued to unfasten her until her blouse and skirt fell, leaving only the silk leggings, panties, and armlets, granting her an exotic appearance.

“I will do as I desire," Jamie said. “Such is your punishment, after all. That mug was a family heirloom, you know."

It was, in fact, not. One of those standard heavy ceramic ones Jamie picked up a long time ago when he was in transport to the orbiting starports. However, for their fun little game, it worked as a nice prop.

Mary gasped. “Oh no!"

Her phrasing was cute, and Jamie had to maintain his façade as the angered master. He did so by fondling her juicy, ripe tits, quickly surrounding them with his hands and squeezing in rough fashion. They spilled through his fingers, and were surprisingly heavy. It made sense, they were literally the money makers for the farm. Given their sensitivity, Mary gasped, wiggling in both approval and protest, pushing her backside against Jamie's waist.

He could feel her heat spread across his loins, her very wanting and wet “southern" lips trembling for touch, for satisfaction. He'd give it to her in a moment, but not yet. He had to enjoy this, every bit, every drop. A week ago he'd jump on this opportunity like an impatient young man. But now he was learning – slowly – self-control, pacing, how to savor the bovid gals and the act of coupling with them.

He pulled aside her pants, savoring the sight of her sodden pussy, the outer lips a darker hue than her amber fur coat, a delicious contrast. As he did, Mary continued to shiver, hoping and waiting.

“Oh, s-sir, please!"

It was difficult for her now, because she wanted to “protest," but in reality, wanted her “master's" inches more than anything. So, to keep herself in character, she left it at that, awaiting Jamie's decision. As for the young man, even his newfound restraint couldn't hold out. Mary was sodden, drenched with arousal and eagerly hoping for him to plow her fields, so to speak. He'd be a fool to both himself and her to keep the girl waiting any longer.

Jamie undid his button and shed his pants, letting malehood spring free as it slipped between the split of Mary's generous full ass. For a brief moment, he let himself rest there, the underflesh ticking her outer lips. Then, he gripped his cock and pressed the tip against her womanhood, a dull but notable wave of warm pleasure hitting them both. Mary gasped, doing everything she could not to slam herself into him and ride Jamie right there.

But for this little role, it was Jamie who commanded the tempo, and he intended to use it. He rubbed the end of his crown in teasing, vertical strokes against her sodden pussy, enjoying how it made her wriggle in protest. He'd do it more if he wasn't so “hungry" himself, but maybe in the future he'd play something out in a more elaborate fashion. For now, he settled on the ol' reliable: fucking the girl senseless.

First, though, he pushed himself into her, slowly. Her lips expanded around him and suckled his inches as he dove into her hot wetness. The heat took him aback, as it did, the body like a smoldering iron, especially when the promise of “coupling" was so close. He pressed his loins into her until his balls reached the threshold, hearing Mary gasp and moan out as he proceeded to slip into her.

“Good god, you're so wet," chided Jamie. Now he was feeling the flow, really getting into character. The prospect of fucking the girl brought it out of him, peeling away the layers of his typically reserved self. “You couldn't wait, could you? Just had to have me, right now?"

Mary managed a response. “Oh yes M-master, I needed you. . ."

She was clearly split between worlds of staying in her maidenly role or simply returning to a lusty bovid gal. Jamie didn't mind either, at this point. However, he did provoke her with one slow thrust, enough that he clapped into her thick, wealthy cheeks, forcing them to ripple and jiggle. She was indeed dripping and sopping too, a lot more wet than he expected. Not that he was complaining, mind, but she'd be downright sloppy once he was done with her!

“Did you?" he rasped, gripping her waist. “Then tell me again."

It was satisfying to have her impaled on his inches like this, at the mercy of his whims and cock. No wonder she enjoyed the books so much, if this was indeed what she was into. She trembled on him, shivering with growing anticipation at every movement, her mind conceding to lusty desire.

“Yes, master," she said with a bit more firmness, “I needed you! And every day! I couldn't stop thinking about you and your perfect cock!"

She may have been ad libbing, mixing personal desire with aspects of the tale, but Jamie enjoyed it still. And of course, having a beautiful creature beg for your root was enough to send anyone into a frenzy. That was enough Jamie then to stop his taunting and thrust away into her. Each stroke was one of slick, heated pleasure, quick and easy. Mary was quite wet, perhaps a trait of her engineering. If so, it was a good one, as it made bouncing into her simple enough and pleasant for them both. The wetness added layers of electric heat, all consuming around Jamie's cock. Meanwhile, his length expanded her inner lips perfectly, neither too tight or lax, a generous, massaging space sending eruptions of physical highs through the couple.

Because of her position, Jamie was in the perfect spot to smack his hips into her. He leaned over her, one hand on the table now for support. He'd taken animalistic command, forgetting the book and satisfied to relentlessly fuck Mary. Every time he collided into Mary, she reciprocated with a song of small moans or a little “yesyesyes" to egg him on, inciting more thrusts. But it wasn't just that, he had to touch and feel her with the rest of himself, squeezing and fondling her tits with possessive want, pinching her nips with harsher intensity, as his mind demanded more with every motion.

Mary supported her frame by resting her arms on the table, gripping the edge while her “master" punished her pussy with aggressive strikes. Her breasts pancaked against the cold wood, and she had to cover her mouth lest she fill the whole estate with her loud, wanting moans. In a way, though, she almost wanted the other girls to see. The pair a few rooms down no doubt could hear them, and Mary felt a strange sense of pride, like she was “taking" Jamie for herself, at least in this moment. It was no wonder the girls got a rush from this act, this coupling with Jamie.

As with any of them, however, Jamie's “holdout" time was still a thing to learn. He was dead certain their pussies and walls were made for, well, human cock (or otherwise). It wasn't hard to assume such a thing, given the background of Chimera and their role in various planetary colonies. That translated to an alarming spike of wonderful, hot bliss, and Jamie couldn't hold back. His length surged and twitched, consumed with that hot electric tingle. His peak erupted, and in moments Mary's inner walls were coated not just with her own wetness but his sticky seed too, an outright mess of things.

“Ohmmmgyod!"

Mary shrieked, perhaps from the joyful and jubilant shock of her “master" coming in her walls, fulfilling an inner instinct of breeding. Her lips trembled and erupted, reaching her own peak, making a sloppy mess of the ground, a tiny puddle of sex forming between them.

Jamie drew back, if only for a moment, looking down at his “handiwork." He was hard, though softening, his inches shivering with fuzzy, pleasant heat. When he pulled out, a trail of himself and Mary's sex spilled free, as the girl gave a slight shudder.

“M-master. . ."

Quite impressive, she was still in character after all this. Usually by the end of a fuck session, a girl was satisfied. But not her.

Jamie sucked in a few breaths, finding himself filled with surprising levels of stamina. Was it the milk and coffee, or was he just getting used to it? Regardless, it was enough that he also kept himself in character for her. Jamie pulled his cock free from her drenched nethers, crossing his arms.

“For god's sake Mary, look at this mess you've made," he said, stern once again. “First the coffee, now this? You're too clumsy. How can you be a maid taking care of the house if all you do is muss things up?"

Mary shivered, but not in a way that evoked a sense of fear, feigned or otherwise. Lining with the maidenly role – and the book – she whimpered and nodded her head. “Oh, I'm so s-sorry Master, you're right, I'm a clumsy girl. I'll. . . I'll clean up right away!"

Jamie shook his head. “No, I'm afraid you can't just try to fix this with a simple scrub. You need to be punished, perhaps that will help."

Before letting Mary respond, Jamie drew back his hand and gave her firm, fat ass a hefty swat. Neither too hard nor too soft, he wasn't out to hurt the girl, but for the sake of the role, he wanted her to feel it. And besides, the responding effect was. . . alluring. Once again her plump rump shook from the aggressive smack, a pleasant visual feedback.

“Ohf!"

Mary yelped, a shocked yet wowed approval. She closed her eyes and tried to pantomime some measure of discomfort, but to her it was still thrilling. It was all the control it took for her not to lose control and break “character," but it was getting close.

“Oh, please sir, don't punish me!" she fake wailed, in a rather pitiful way. Not pitiful in the sense she was protesting, but because she barely hid her desire for Jamie to continue. He'd think it cute, if they weren't so busy fucking.

“I'll clean faster, I promise!"

Mary did that, or attempted at least, swiftly taking a rag on the table and stroking a hand over the drips of coffee and other “mess." Truthfully, there wasn't any around the dishes, but for the sake of it Jamie went along. Once she concluded, still half naked, filled with seed, and bare assed, she gave a small nod of personal approval.

“I'm d-done, master."

Jamie chuckled, this time with honesty. “Oh, are you? But I'm not."

Indeed, the good coffee and residual stamina filled Jamie once again. He had a similar “feeling" with the other girls in the previous week, both getting used to these meetings and the energy from the milk. He liked it. Before, a normal post-orgasm scenario would leave anyone with a need to rest, some longer than others, but with this energy, Jamie felt like he could fuck forever. Was that a good thing? Questions for later.

In the meantime, Mary blinked at him. “H-huh?"

Jamie grabbed her hips and this time, plunged himself into her sodden walls with newly discovered aggressive desire. Mary moaned out, both from the spear of hot malehood driving into her inner walls, but also from welcomed surprise. In her mind, to see Jamie so full of desire, wanting her, in every sense, was an overwhelming feeling. Perhaps it was just her bovid genetic makeup or something else, but either way, it brought her to new heights of euphoric delight.

“Agh! Nnhyes!"

Mary's composure melted away as she was thrown into the table, tits smashed against the hard wood (and Jamie's hard wood), her thighs and legs spread as the master in question began fucking her senseless. This was different – not the soft, in character momentum from before, but ravenous and hungry, a body boiling with want shoved into action. Jamie slammed into the girl with piston grooves, punishing her pussy with his rigid length.

Each stroke and slap sent waves of rippling pleasure through them both, sex and nectar making an even bigger mess than before. Mary's lips dribbled and trailed down her legs as her “master" pounded into her, bucking her forward. The table began to wobble, and though it was sturdy, their actions were enough to strain the legs, the wood gently whining in protest. Once again Mary had to do her best and cover her mouth, muffling her cries so as to not disturb the household. It would work to no avail, of course, any of the girls who had an ear knew exactly what was happening.

Jamie groaned, reaching the end of his next climax. He grabbed her plentiful cheeks and spread her wide, hilting himself in her inner, welcoming walls. Each stroke was full of wet, electric heat, sending him over the edge.

“Mmmf!" Jamie allowed himself a strong, intense orgasm, once again pouring himself into her with equal, if not greater, resolve. It was impressive to himself how much he spilled into Mary, and so soon. Miracles of their milk, so it appeared. Mary shook and quivered, her body arching as she muffled her wails, her folds trembling with orgasm as well.

She trembled, a shuddering mess as the bovid gulped in sips of air, her plump tits wobbling on the flat of the table while Jamie slowly pulled free of her in tedious fashion. It caused both of them to groan again, albeit in softer fashion, until Jamie's softening length pulled out. Seed of himself dripped from her sodden walls to the floor, and here he “admired" his work. It was easy, and he felt a renewed sense of confidence in himself. Not that he was lacking, necessarily, but it was one thing to believe in himself, another to double fuck a beautiful cow girl.

In a twist, their coupling made more a mess than Mary's roleplay. The kitchen table was mussed and even Mary's exposed nips were dewy with her milk, to say nothing of the floor.

“Uurmf. . . Jamie. . ."

There was a moment of reprieve, as the two drifted away from their desires. The foggy, fuzzy afterglow consumed both figures intermixed with their relaxing sighs and breaths.

Once he heard his name, Jamie knew Mary's maidenly role had finished. She'd done her job well as the sultry servitor making a simple mistake, and though the novel had a different story to follow, for this, they were finished. Finished, at least with this “meeting."

Jamie glanced at the table, and the ground, rubbing his head. Even his own length was still quite sloppy. He chuckled. “Should we, er, clean up?"

Mary panted, straightening herself, her hefty chest wobbling as she shifted. She flushed too, her cheeks going rosy from the sight of their antics. “Oh, the maid will get that," she giggled. Jamie laughed too, and was tempted to leave things as they were, but even for him, that was an excessive mess.

The two quickly cleaned themselves in his bedroom, sharing the shower and wiping off all the sex – while doing their best not to do the act all over again. Once done, they took bathrobes and returned to the kitchen, quickly cleaning the muss on both table and floor. Not like the others would be ignorant of what went on, but it felt oddly rude. Ironically, despite Mary's roleplay, none of the girls were maids. Unless they didn't mind, but Jamie pocketed the thought for later.

All that aside, the young man wasn't quite done, and he could sense she felt the same. Her body language, the way she tossed her hips, the inviting flick of her tail, the way the robe opened up through the middle to reveal the suggestive shape of her hefty tits.

But just as before, desire gave out, save this time it was Mary who fell into her desires. They were in his bedroom, yielding them some additional privacy. This was good, as Mary had something she needed to tell him. But before that. . .

The curvaceous bovid girl slipped her hands around his waist and pulled her human counterpart in for a soft, welcoming kiss. Her lips pressed against his and she gave a muffled moan of enthuse. Jamie was quick to return it, taken aback, but met her tempo. His hands came to her waist as well and for a moment they shared each other, held together by desire and affection. Her warmth was everything, giving Jamie a sense of safety and strength. He felt that with the other girls too, but Mary was especially intimate.

“Mmmmf."

The plumpness of her breasts squished against his chest, and Jamie almost wished he was the table for their last session. But then again, he was something better: himself. As they continued to roam over the other with caressing palms and squeezing digits, Jamie could feel a renewed sense of vigor take him. The morning light poured in through the estate window, catching Mary's coat, adding a halo of appetizing light around her form, to which only incensed Jamie further.

He had to get at those perfectly sized tits, now. In a swift motion, his hands pulled open Mary's robe, the fabric tossed aside as her breasts spilled out, wobbling and sloshing together.

“Oh!" she squeaked. “E-easy now! We just cleaned!" She knew, of course, it was a futile petition, as she wanted his touches too. Scrubbing up only refreshed the two for more fun, and Jamie had a new plan. . . if you could call impulsive desire a plan.

With her fruit-like bosom exposed, Jamie's palm went to one and massaged and squeezed the silky orb, kissing Mary again. She cooed in response, meeting his lips with hers, though an errant moan or two escaped her mouth as Jamie continued to wrestle with her tit. His digits rolled over the breast, and like he'd done before with her plump ass, he shook and wiggled it within his grasp, making sure to appreciate every bit and inch of it. More so, he was compelled to grab her nip, twisting and tugging at the pink tent, pulling at it with stern yet gentle force.

“Mffah! Jamie!" squeaked Mary, now calling him out. This sent a shockwave of hunger and energy through Jamie, as though his name was like a spell to beckon his desire. He could feel his loins warm and tingle, hardening to full length as he released Mary from the kiss, now travelling to her other bare yet plump, full breasts.

“Delicious," he said, practically engulfing her tit with his voracious mouth. He suckled her, nibbling at her nip with gentle yet stern, persistent force, rolling his tongue along the warm, pink tent and procuring another series of wild moans from the girl. She produced little dewdrops of milk, though not as copious as before. However, it still tasted sweet and herbal, a natural flavor that drove Jamie on.

His other hand continued to work, massaging the fat tit with rotating motions, squishing and kneading the plump orb. Jamie stiffened to full hardness while Mary threw her head back in fresh waves of ecstasy, the physical stimuli sending waves of hot electricity throughout her curvy frame.

“Anh! Jamie!"

It was really impossible to resist her or Jamie's own urges at this point. All it took was for the bovid gal to beg for his name to send the young man into another heady frenzy. He lifted her and brought her to his room bed, plopping her on the back as he undid his robe. He pulled hers apart, revealing her delectable midriff fully, and without hesitation plunged his thick, hot inches into her soft warm pussy lips. It was incredible how slick she was, even from a modest bit of foreplay, and enough that he drove himself into her with welcome ease.

Despite their last coupling only having been an hour ago, she was ready to go, as was Jamie. Immediately he began to piston grind himself into her welcoming folds, shuddering as her sodden lips gripped him with squeezing tightness. But, in a surprising turn, Mary pushed him back with gentle force, looking into his eyes.

“Oh, J-Jamie, there was something else. . . something else about my favorite book. . ."

Jamie had enough sense in him to not mindlessly thrust into another orgasm, despite his temptation to do so. But Mary's calm, alluring voice was enough to pause him, if for a moment.

“Oh yeah?" he said, a little gruff from all the physical momentum. “What else would you like, my lady?"

He could see another hint of rose on her cheeks. “Ohh, well. . . in the books, the master gives a gift to his servant. . . his child! You see, Jamie, I would be honored to bear you one. . ."

Whoa. Well that hit Jamie like a euphoric brick. He remembered that some of the girls were interested in something like children, but he'd never given it much thought, not to mention the apparent taboo some places had about human and Chimera couples. But the thought was not met with hesitation, rather, excitement. Perhaps it was because he was dick deep in the bovid girl, but, who knew? And the girls were making the prospect of raising a family _very _tempting indeed, but for now, he was focused on Mary.

“Really now?" he said. “I could help with that."

Jamie wasn't sure about the literal mechanics of it and what it would require. More so, he wasn't ready now for any kind of child in his name. He'd want to fit the role and doing so now would make things a little “complicated."

Mary flushed again. “Oh? R-really!?"

Excitement and surprised filled her voice. She didn't know if Jamie would go for it, but his clear intrigue was like fuel to the fire. More than ever, she wanted him to breed her and use her womb.

“We might as well get some practice in," he said, adjust his position.

While Mary's delectable tits were still free to pursue, Mary's suggestion gave Jamie an idea. He gripped her legs and pushed them back, where his chest came to hers and he curved his frame over her thick tits. On the bed, he pressed down, positioning himself so he could ram her from above, a little trick he'd read about called a mating press. Given her desire, it seemed only fitting.

Mary gasped, but not in protest, shivering with excitement. Oh, to be claimed and handled this way! This was another side of Jamie she desperately wanted, to have the farmhead claim her in such a brutish, animal manner. He played the role of fictional master well, too well, and it was time he allowed himself to truly transition to the ruler of the homestead.

“Oh! Jamie! Yes!" she begged, watching with delight as his twitching cock nuzzled her lower lips before plunging straight in. She was, of course, still hot and slippery, presex leaking from her soft, inviting pussy as Jamie plunged balls deep into her.

Her lips met his again and they shared a kiss, though not exactly one of passion. It was animal, more that Jamie was claiming another bovid girl for himself than anything else, tasting her in every extent. Her fat breasts squished against his chest as he leaned his weight against her, her ankles hoisted and legs helplessly splayed out, the ideal breeding position.

“Urng," grunted Jamie, finding a comfortable rhythm before diving in again to the soft, suckling walls of pussy. He couldn't muster anything else, his mind was swimming with heat and sex, and his only desire – like before – was to fuck.

So he did. He slammed himself into Mary's tight walls, forcing the bed to wail and creak as the room was filled with loud, audible claps. The slaps from Jamie's motions caused splashes of sex to dribble from the girl's pussy lips, perfectly wrapped around his length as he lunged into her. In this position she was at the mercy of his motions and desire, no better than a sex sleeve to be used by Jamie, and a certainly great way to “practice" breeding her.

Each motion caused Mary to whine out for Jamie, repeating his name while he buried his inches into her hot tunnel. Each stroke provoked the young heir to quicken his pace, slam harder and faster, rattling the bed with each piston strike. He punished her young, fertile pussy, mercilessly pounding the inexperienced bovid girl until her eyes watered and face went red. All she could do was moan aloud and take it, her very thoughts filled with nothing but Jamie taking and claiming her.

“You're mine!" bellowed Jamie. “You belong to me!"

He allowed himself the raw, guttural statement, his shaft twitching and surging. Sticky seed burst from his tip and coated Mary's inner ways with ropes of his sex, flooding her walls and womb, dribbling out from her slick cunt and pooling into the sheets.

“Nnnfm, Jamie," cooed Mary one last time, shivering as she went limp. Was brain dizzy, fucked silly by her “master," her desires completely fulfilled. Jamie too pulled out of her deluged pussy, catching his breath, though still full of surprising vigor.

“Haha," he rasped, “Might not be so hard giving you a kid after all. . ."

They shared another kiss and once again cleaned up, but this time didn't make a mess of each other or the sheets. Too many clothes run in a single day, and someone might get suspicious!

They spoke for a while, Mary reflecting on all the intricate storylines and interwoven desires of her favorite books.

“Really now?" Jamie would say at some of her recollections. “And, you're hiding other outfits around here?"

Mary simpered and gave a teasing giggle. “I suppose you'll have to find out for yourself."

As much as he wanted to stay with her and fuck the day away, there was some measure of farm business to attend to. So, Jamie clothed and let Mary rest. Before he did, however, she spoke again.

“Oh, and Julie also wanted to see you. . ." she said, mischief coating her voice. “She's in another guest room, or at least, will be in the evening. You should stop by."

Jamie blinked, but the implications weren't hard to figure out. It seemed like all the girls were having a go at him, passing him on to the other. No doubt there was a great deal of gossip in the barn.

“Is that right?" he said. “I'll have to stop by."

He left to rest, his mind wandering. Now what exactly did Julie have in store for him?

The sun reached over the farm as the other girls and Trixie settled in with work, managing shipping quotas and figuring out the finer points of marketing. Jamie kept track of boring numbers and financial statistics, but was distracted. What exactly was Julie thinking?

For now, he enjoyed his time with Mary, smiling to himself as thoughts about a buxom maid filled his mind. He'd find out what else she had in store soon enough.