Iron-Horn Farm [Ze Blitzkrieg]

[Lazy Kitsune]

Your absolute ownership of her body had all but melted the memory of her husband from her mind, and each thrust guaranteed a further minute still that it would take her to recall him unless some outside interference reminded her. It wasn't long before you would have claimed an entire evening worth of her being your doting wife and not his, were it not for the risk that the town's presence would likely remind her of her life before you. A shame, as such an evening could probably be spent claiming her for good.

Even should her mind recall her husband, her body will not. Your cock both in size and power outdid anything she was used to to the point she might as well have been a virgin before you took her. Whatever pleasures she enjoyed from her lesser lover's pitiful cock would pale in comparison to what she was experiencing now to the point of no longer being enough to satisfy her. More than that still, once she does recall ever having had a lover other than you, she may not remember any genuine pleasure she would have experienced at the time.

Your affair is a messy and glorious thing in how wild it is. No refrain from primal cries of pleasure from the both of you as you use the full might of your body to really drive in deep to her helpless and eager form. You drive orgasms from her with the deftness of a veteran farmhand ploughing a field, leaving her spread and ready for the coming seeding. Beasts such as yourself are natural breeders. Everything about your stock designed to be a potent mate. Paulina's fallen blissfully victim to such evolutionary advantages already - your musk having coerced her body into accepting you as her preferred mate and your dominance soon doing the same to her mind. But turning the objects of your interest into bull cock hungry whores was merely the first step in your ingrained natural instinct to breed. Your body was ready to carry out the next. As potent and virile as your kind are, and as pent up as you have become over your journey, there is little chance that Paulina will get through this without a half breed calf or two of her own one day. You've likely sired a fair few over the years, but this would mark the first that you would stick around long enough to see born. Perhaps the first of many, if your instincts had anything to say about it.

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[Ze Blitzkrieg]

As he hurdled towards his release, instinct largely took over Magreth's body in place of proper thought. The need to rut like a beast, to find females and leave them swollen with his seed. It was the most natural possible thing for a stud like himself, built so perfectly to claim women and wombs alike. Every deep, hard stroke into Paulina's ravaged depths pushed him just that much closer to his release, and his eyes filled with nothing less than bestial lust as he looked down at her supple, sweat-glazed body, jerking back and forth as he pulled her flush against him, burying himself to the root in her soaked folds. Every wet, slick clap of their sexes meeting was like music to his ears. A horribly sticky mess that would only grow messier as his balls began to churn and hug close to his powerful thighs. A deep, animalistic rumble left his chest as he felt the sudden drop in his stomach. His thrusting, wild as it was, grew all the more wild.

Then he felt it finally happen. Magreth hit his plateau, and with it, his muscles tensed mightily beneath his tough hide. The hands on Paulina's hips pulled her forward, burying his prick as deep as deep went, and with a shuddering groan, his cock began to buck within it. It throbbed once, twice, three times before anything happened, the calm before the storm as the impossibly thick payload within his nuts worked its way up his bitch-breaker. Then, his groaning became nothing short of a roar of bovine triumph, and with a loud bellow more akin to a prized bull claiming dominion over his herd than a man in the throes of orgasm, the first of many blasts of hot bull-batter began to fill Paulina.

He held her fast as he came and came, hips bucking reflexively though there was little else for his cock to conquer in terms of depth. It throbbed and throbbed, loosing more in a single rope than the sweet little farm-wife had likely ever seen from her husband's hardest, messiest orgasm. It kept going and going, even after he bulged her tummy with his excess, enough force behind his release to cause it to break the seal of her sex around his manhood, fat rivets squirting free as he drained out weeks of built-up sexual tension. It wasn't until he felt the heaving of his mammoth member begin to slow that the red sheen of lust seemed to clear at all from his eyes, and as his finish came to a close, Magreth offered a deep, satisfied groan as he set Paulina back down to the ground.

Unwilling, perhaps, to give up the warmth around his shaft, or allow for his seed to so quickly leak from her, he lowered himself down atop her as he rested her against the remains of her dress. With a little more reason returned to his mind, he had the good sense not to drop his full weight upon her, instead resting on his elbows as he pressed himself against his conquest. That way she could feel him, his comforting weight, the power in his chest and arms, the salty, musky scent of the sweat he worked up showing her what a proper male was capable of giving her. He wasn't sure how long it'd take for her to catch her breath, to remember where she was, but that didn't much matter to him. In the meanwhile, he took the time to enjoy the feeling of her soft, welcoming body beneath him, rocking his hips ever so slightly as he held her.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Throb after throb, you fill her up beneath you, your seed spreading throughout her womb leaving her stuffed full with your hot spunk. She lay beneath you, her hair messed and eyes rolling back in her head, as her legs stayed spread open to let you keep your cock sheathed within her. Even as your cum started to plump out her tummy and spill around the circumference of your meaty cock, she seemed to be riding out continuous orgasms of her own, her mind as white as the seed now pooling between her legs, slipping down in rivulets across her ass. Her soft, smaller frame felt warm beneath your solid, bulky form as you lowered yourself on top of her, sheltering her beneath your mighty mass. Her body made for a welcoming home for your cock as you gently stirred around your deposit within her with light rocks of your hips. Blanket in your muscle and musk, she lets herself be carried away by the motion. Even as she comes down from such a wild and mind shattering fuck, coated in sweat head to toe - deeply flushed and breathing heavily, her face takes on a dazed and placid look, made comfortable enough to drift off by your presence. If it weren't for the feeling of being so overly full by your cum and your cock stirring around within her, she might even have been able to drift off within your embrace. Especially with how much energy you must have fucked out of her.

However your gentle continued pressure within her depths kept her awake, albeit very much at the mercy of your desires all the same. Gentle moans and gasps rise up to your ears as she gets comfortable in her current role as a bed for your cock. You feel her heart beat through her chest pressed against your own - a comforting pair of cushions that make her body all the more pleasant to press against. As quick as it is, along with her breathing, it starts to slow and steady as she comes down from her string of orgasms and relaxes. You feel her legs relax at the sides of your hips. No doubt she'll feel a great deal of aching once these current sensations pass, but for now she's blissed to the point of partial lucidity.

As a few moments pass, and a cool breeze rustles the trees that offer you some privacy from any nearby farms before running over both of you and reminding you of the openness of your affair. Paulina's breathing begins to settle into a regular heaviness as a glimmer of focus returns to her eyes.

"I... wuh... huh..." words still seem to struggle to form in her mouth, especially as each slight nudge from your cock still buried deep within her sends out more of your overly packed seed squirting out from her depths and trickling out around your cock. "Hmmph..." she looks up at you and her face tries to look concerned, but she mainly comes off as confused and apologetic. "H-how did we... end up like this?" she asks, murmuring quietly.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Positioned as he was, Mag might've been forgiven for losing himself in the calm of the moment. There were few things better than enjoying the sensation of a soft, warm body pressed into his own, listening to the hurried gasps and gentle mewling of a lover well satisfied. Those few things which were better usually proceeded such a situation, of course, and there was little doubt just how much he had enjoyed the opportunity to unload his heavy nuts, the evidence of such staining the ground beneath them with each little wet 'schlorp' that accompanied his affectionate rocking against Paulina. With the open sky above him, and the winds blowing along his sweaty back, he couldn't help but admire the pastoral thrill of it all. Part of him wondered if the baser sort of bull enjoyed such a thing on the regular. Perhaps there was virtue in the simpler, country sort of life after all.

Much as he might have liked to savor the sensation of a tight, wet hole milking his semi-erect shaft, and the supple warmth of the woman such a hole belonged to, it seemed as though Paulina proved herself formidable enough to remember where she was after such a thoroughly bitch-breaking experience. The words might've felt heavy on her tongue, and she might have been just a little too dazed to fully comprehend everything happening, but that was fine enough with him. Their passionate rutting out in the fields seemed to have sated some of the fire in her eyes when he first made his move on her, and with any luck, he could keep her from working up into a tizzy with the realization of what they had done set in. The first step toward that, he reckoned, was giving her a level of plausible deniability; whatever happened between them needed a scapegoat that kept her from feeling like a common strumpet, and importantly, making him seem like a wild, rut-crazed beast. No matter how true such an accusation might've been.

"Mrrghhh... Must've been that slime. Somethin' in its body. They ain't much of a threat, but I've heard talk of some of 'em havin'... interestin' effects, is all."

His heavy arms pressed upwards, lifting his hefty body up offer Paulina, allowing the breeze to kiss her sweat-slick body, the glistening of which drew his eye hungrily. He could practically feel his cock throb inside her at the sight, but for better or for worse, wrestled his urges down enough to slide back onto his haunches. With a steady hand, he gripped at the base of his monstrous endowment, and leaned back enough for its huge heft to slide inch after inch backward, until the flared head came loose with a lewd 'pop', and the deluge of his excess seed spilled onto the dusty ground below.

"You got my apologies for all this, though. 'S like I said before, us minotaur, we get real backed up after a while, and it gets... messy," Though he had tried to spare her some level of shame with the slime, that much was genuine; bulging her tummy with his load was almost assured, given his biology, but he hadn't intended to shred up her dress so badly, nor pound her into the dirt like a particularly slutty fence post, "Why don't we get you up off the ground and over to the house? Must be a well around here somewhere. I reckon we ought to get cleaned up before anythin' else."