“Awooooo, master,” she cries, her ride atop you slowing. She turns without moving her body, reforming herself so she is facing you and leaning over you to drag her slimy breasts against you and kissing you softly. “I can feel another daughter bubble inside me. Tomorrow if you give me your seed a few more times.”
“Of course, my sweet,” you say as she begins to move atop you again. “As much as I can give you.”
“Awoooooo!” She cries, beginning to bounce atop your cock.
You marvel at her strange translucent beauty as she rides your still-hard manhood. Marrying a slime and have twenty naughty slime daughters was not the life you imagined for yourself. Strange though your marriage might be, as you grab Oola’s heaving breasts and begin to thrust into her slimy depths, you realize you cannot imagine a better life.
CONTINUE >
THE END
< RESTART EPILOGUE | GALLERY >
Travel to Bruno and find Gretchen
Of all the monster girls you encountered on your quest, one occupies on outsized place in your mind. You picture her huge breasts and puffy pink nipples dripping with milk. You think about her horns and her deep, smoky voice that would low with pleasure when you touched her. Gretchen was as beautiful as she was clever, with her alchemical tricks and body-altering potions. Most of all, you appreciated the way she took control of her.
You might not want to be a slave in a barn like those men she was holding prisoner when you first met her, but your cock stirs at that memory. Maybe the truth is you want something not so far from that. You want her, for good, and you want to be milked by her.
“Gretchen,” you say aloud.
“Who is that?” Your sister asks.
“The cow girl,” you explain. “She is an alchemist and she is very, um, intelligent.”
“She has enormous breasts,” says your sister, rolling her eyes.
“Well, there’s nothing wrong with that,” says your mother, leaning forward and reminding you and your sister both that she is quite well endowed as well. “If this Gretchen woman, this cow girl, is who you have your heart set on, Lucas, then you should go to her.”
“Where do you think she is now?” Your sister asks with a sigh that suggests she does not quite agree with your choice.
“I found her in the vicinity of Bruno,” you say. “It is not very far. I could make the journey in a few days.”
“Let us send you,” says your mother. Your sister, reluctantly, nods her agreement. Your mother continues and says, “Gather everything you think you will need. We will transport you to this place and hopefully you will find your love. Gretchen.”
“With the enormous breasts,” adds Genevieve.
You ignore her comment and gather up a small traveling pack with some supplies. You return and take your mother’s hand and your sister’s hand. They grasp hands as well and begin to chant in the magical language that only they understand. Faint sparks of magical energy begin to crackle over your body. Your hands tingle and your hair stands on end. You start to say something as a strange weightless sensation shifts inside you.
Then you are falling upwards at incredible speed, launched through the cool air and falling once more, your body cloaked in shimmering magic. You land much harder than you expected, cracking several tree branches as you plunge into a wooded area and hit the ground. Fortunately, the earth is loamy and cool and you don’t break any of your bones.
“Thanks for the ride,” you croak to your distant mother and sister. You push yourself to your knees and use a tree trunk to pull yourself to your feet. You brush off the sticks and dirt clinging to your body and have a look around.
You are near the edge of the forest overlooking the gloomy village of Bruno. On the dreary outskirts, you see the familiar farmhouse where you caught Gretchen working her magic on some unlucky – or perhaps lucky – farmers. You saved them from her experiments and Gretchen joined your group of companions. Lovely Gretchen. You smile remembering the way she took charge with you and made you do things you never imagined doing with a woman.
You hike out of the woods and approach the farmhouse through the misty morning. It is dark and quiet, but there are lanterns burning in the barn. You approach it cautiously. You hear a thump of hooves and a low moan that sounds like it’s coming from a man. You gently push open the barn’s door and peer inside.
A man is standing in the center of the barn, his hands above his head and his wrists bound. He looks to be in his early sixties and is completely naked save for the curly hair on his chest and his groin. His cock is erect and red and as you watch it is jerks and twitches and spurts cum into a rubbery bulb wrapped around the tip. His manly milk spills into a gum rubber hose that leads to a pumping machine giving off smoke and steam.
You recognize the man! He is one of the farmers you freed from captivity when you captured Gretchen. He finishes cumming, but the machine continues to suck on his cock. He cries out as it continues to pump his red manhood.
“Oh, please,” he moans. “That’s the fifth time. I can’t go again.”
“I told you six on your first morning, Mr. Borden,” she calls out. “We’ve been apart for so long I’m sure you stored up at least that much.”
You feel a thrill as you hear hooves clomping towards you. Gretchen enters from another part of the barn. She is wearing a ruffled apron that has been squeezed between her breasts so that her huge mounds and fat, pink nipples are exposed and only her pussy is cover by the apron’s frilly lower half. She is focused on the man hanging from the ceiling and does not see you until you step into the barn and towards her.
“Gretchen,” you say, stepping towards her.
“Ahhh!” She shouts, rearing back in surprise as you step into the barn.
“I know you,” croaks the old man hanging by his arms. “You’re that boy who took away the only woman who touched me in years.”
“Lucas!” Gretchen cries, recovering from her shock. She runs to you, her huge breasts bouncing and shedding droplets of milk from her stiff nipples. She grabs you up in her arms and squeezes you tightly against her sweet-smelling cleavage. Your bury your face in that warm valley and embrace her, moaning at her intoxicating scent as your already stiff cock twitches in your trousers.
“You found me so quickly!” Gretchen says, hugging you so tightly it’s difficult to breathe. “And here I was worrying I might never see you again!”
She finally relaxes her crushing embrace enough for you to lift your face from her breasts. Your hair is mussed and your face is crimson with your desire. Your cock is aching for her, but you keep your wits.
“I had to find you,” you say, looking into her eyes. “I had never met a woman like you before, Gretchen, and I never wanted to be apart from you. I want to, well, be with you.”
“Be with me?” She touches a hand to her chest as if struck by your words. “You…you want to be my mate? My stud? My bull?”
“Yes,” you say. “To all those things.”
She embraces you again with a bovine squeal of delight and this time your lips meet hers and you kiss passionately. As you press against her warm, soft bosom, as your tongues intertwine, you hear a hoarse cry from beside you. Mr. Borden jerks against the ropes hanging him from the ceiling and he begins to sputter out an ejaculation into the sucking rubber machine.
“Ohhhhhhhh, congratulations,” he cries. “Two…ohhhhh…love birds.”
“Mmmmmm.” Gretchen breaks the kiss and strokes your cheek. “I want to be with you forever too. You can stay here with me. We can start a dairy together.”
“Alright,” you say without needing a moment’s consideration. “What sort of, uh, milk do you mean?”
“Well, mine is sweetest,” she says, hefting her dripping teats. “Yours is good for my potions. And maybe we occasionally tap local volunteers.”
She reaches over and releases Mr. Borden’s cock from the suction of the machine. He lets out a relieved groan and sags in the ropes binding him.
; “So you’ll be my wife?” You ask her, putting into words what had been bubbling at the back of your mind.
“I could use a big strong boy to help around the barn,” she says. “Also, of course, silly. You’re the only man for me. So much milk in you.”
She reaches down and squeezes your bollocks through your trousers.
“I’m not just going to be your helper,” you say, watching her hand knead and massage your cock and balls. “To, um, order around.”
“Oh, I might do a bit ordering around,” she says, working the buttons of your trousers. “But you’ll be my husband, silly. The man of the house.”
“That’s right,” you say, pushing her hand away from your cock. You reach down and take hold of your throbbing hardness. You wank it in one hand as you give Gretchen’s dripping nipple a long, slow lick. You switch to the other after a moment, latching and suckling at her sweet tit cream. She moans with pleasure, cradling the back of your head as her sweet milk gushes across your tongue and fills your mouth with her warm, sweet flavor. The more of her milk you gulp down, the more you need to fuck her. You pop your lips free of her puffy areola and kiss her sweet lips again.
“Bend over,” you gasp, squeezing her plush ass with both hands beneath her apron. “I’m going to give you what you need.”
“Ohhhh, yes, Lucas,” she cries, turning and grabbing the gate to a stall in the barn.
She pushes her ass back, the apron string knotted just above her plump cheeks. You don’t even bother to untie the apron strings. You grab her shapely hips, pulling her ass closer and rubbing your throbbing hard cock against the warm, wet seam of her pussy and the crack of her luscious rear.
“Go on, lad,” croaks the old man still tied up by the ropes. “Give her a hard plundering! That fat cow arse needs a good cock!”
“Keep quiet,” moans Gretchen at Mr. Borden with obvious irritation. She looks at you over her shoulder and moans, “Fuck me, Lucas. Fuck me full of all that yummy milk!”
You grip tightens on her plush hips and you thrust forward, spearing her gold-thatched cunt with your stiff cock. You groan with pleasure as you sink every bit of your manhood into that hot, slippery, silken pussy, pressing your hips flush with her rear and your bollocks against her clit. Gretchen lows with pleasure, her head dropping forward and her golden hair hanging in her face as she leans against the gate. Her pussy ripples around you, nearly making you shoot with that first stroke.
Somehow, you resist her gripping pussy and begin to move inside her. You thrust faster and faster, your cock becoming a glistening piston that you pump in and out of that hot, clutching cunt. Each slam of your hard cock into her clutching cunt sends Gretchen’s huge breasts swinging. She holds tight to the gate, lowing like a cow as her creamy teats sway and droplets of milk flick from her fat nipples. You lean over her arched back, bearing down on her and reaching around her with both hands to squeeze those luscious mounds. As you squeeze them roughly, milk fountains out and sprays the gate and the floor beneath her.
“Ohhhhhhh, yesssss, Lucas! Make me cummmmm!” She cries, fucking back against you as her pussy begins to spasm.
“Take it!” You gasp, your orgasm rising volcanically to meet her pleasure. “You hot fucking cow! Take it!”
“MmmoooOOOoooo!” She cries, tossing her head and pounding her plush ass back onto your cock with flesh slaps. With a rush of hot pleasure, your swollen cock throbs deep inside her slippery cunt and you erupt. She wails, “Fill my pusssssyyyyy!”
Pump after pump of your hot cream fires into Gretchen’s churning depths. You feel her clamping down on your cock with her own orgasm. You ride the high of your ecstasy, each thrust accompanied by a diminishing shot of your seed into her steamy pussy.
You slow your thrusts and gently withdraw your cock. Your cum spills out of her, but she quickly covers her blushing mound with her hand, catching your dripping spunk.
“Don’t waste it,” she gasps. “Fetch me one of those bottles from the other room.”
“Oh, um, right,” you say, your head clearing as you remember her love of alchemy based around male and female fluids. You stuff your cock into your trousers and hurry to the other room. You see numerous empty bottles on a rack, each with a neatly-affixed, blank paper label. There are several bottles containing creamy liquid that have been labeled “My Milk.” Finally, there is the gum rubber hosing leading to a half-full bottle of what can only be male liquid with a label that identifies it as, “Mr. Borden’s Milk.”
“Hurry up!” Gretchen cries from the other room.
You quickly grab one of the empty bottles and return to Gretchen, who is squatting lewdly and holding a cupped hand under her pussy.
“This mixture of your milk with the nectar of my pleasure should be quite potent,” she says, panting slightly and still flushed with pleasure. She takes the bottle from you and you and Mr. Borden both watch as Gretchen holds the wide-mouthed bottle beneath her creamy pussy. She grunts softly as she squeezes out your milk into the bottle. She wipes the rim on her glistening folds before holding the bottle up to the light. She calls out to Mr. Borden, “You see how much a young man gives me in one go? Yours are pitiful.”
“I know,” whimpers Mr. Borden.
Once she is satisfied she has every drop, she stands and walks back into her alchemy room. You watch her lovely rear as she goes, then untie Mr. Borden.
“You’re a lucky man,” he says, rubbing his raw wrists. “She was talkin’ about you earlier. Talkin’ bad about me and good about you. But be careful of her. She’ll wear you out.”
“She is a different sort of girl,” you say, listening to her singing to herself from her room full of bottles. “Which is why I intended to marry her.”
Mr. Borden weakly dresses and gives you a last pat on your shoulder before heading to the barn door.
“Goodbye!” He shouts.
“Come back in two days!” Gretchen calls out. “I’ll extract more.”
He chuckles with amusement, doffs his cap, and sets off across the sunny field. You head back into the room full of bottles to find Gretchen combing your milk and hers in another bottle by squeezing her cream from her breast into a measuring glass and then pouring that into the mixture.
“Just enough,” she murmurs. “Ah, there! A healing tonic!”
She holds it up to the lantern and the potion takes on a faint blue glow.
“And it should increase male vitality a bit,” she says.
“You can sell those you know,” you say, reaching around her to fondle her breasts as you kiss her shoulder and neck.
“That is my plan,” she says. “To open an alchemy shop in Bruno. People will come from far and wide to buy my milk potions.”
You kiss her again. She sets her new potion aside and chuckles softly.
“How about you, Lucas?” She says, leaning back and hefting her breasts in her hands. “Would you like some milk fresh from the source?”
“Oh, yesss,” you moan, latching to one of her thick nipples and sucking. As her sweet, intoxicating milk gushes into your mouth and down your throat, you feel your cock stiffening once more. Her hand is already slipping inside your trousers.
“We can extract a few more loads, I think,” she says, cradling you against her breasts.
“Mmmmhmmm,” you moan in agreement, too busy gulping down her milk to actually speak. With your face pressed to her soft breasts, her warm cream flowing down your throat, and her hand wrapped around your cock, it all feels like a dream come true.
CONTINUE >
Enter the Nightlands to Find Izabella
None of the monster girls has left an impression on you quite like Izabella, the vampire girl. From her beauty to her power to her cold, but seductive demeanor, you cannot stop thinking about her. You know she is a blood-sucking manipulator. You know she will probably drain your blood for her pleasure. You don’t care. Izabella is the girl for you.
Your mother and sister look at you expectantly as you study the map.
“There,” you say, jabbing a finger at the Nightlands.
“What? The Nightlands?” You sister is shocked.
“What could possibly be there, Lucas?” Your mother furrows her brow.
“Izabella,” you say. “She is the most beautiful woman I have ever met. I have to find her. I have to…be with her.”
“Why does she live in the Nightlands?” Your mother asks with concern.
“I don’t think she lives at all,” says Genevieve. “Lucas has it bad for a vampire. Isn’t that right, Lucas?”
“It’s true,” you admit. “She is an evil vampiress, but I think I might be able to, um, temper her worst inclinations.”
“She’ll only kill a little bit,” says Genevieve, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “She is a blood-sucking killer, Lucas. You cannot possibly want to be with this woman.”
“You don’t know Izabella,” you say.
“If I did, I would drive a stake through her—“
“That’s enough,” says your mother. “Lucas is a grown man. If he wishes to be with this vampire woman then we must support him. He saved us and we owe it to him.”
“Very well,” says Genevieve, obviously swallowing her anger. “But I say this only because I love you, Lucas: be careful. She is a vampire and you are a snack to her.”
You know your sister might be right, but it doesn’t matter. Your mind is made up. You want to be with Izabella, whatever the price you must pay.
“We will send you to the edge of the Nightlands,” says your mother, taking your left hand as your sister takes hold of your right. “Our magic cannot transport you inside them.”
They begin to chant in the magical tongue and you can see tiny sparks of magical energy flickering over your body. A tingle sensation begins in your hands and quickly spreads up your torso. You catch a last glimpse of Genevieve looking at you with sad eyes and then you are flung into the sky at impossible speed. You cry out, traveling a great distance in seconds and crashing back to earth in the dreary, rain-slicked woods on the edge of the Nightlands.
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