Okino's breath hitched as Ytheri’s fingers danced along his throbbing cock, her voice a velvet whip. "Look at you, darling—already so hard for her. What’s the matter? Afraid a holstaur’s tits will melt that stubborn will of yours?"
"I’m not your toy," Okino snapped, though his hips betrayed him with a subtle buck. "And she’s not some mindless breeder you can auction off."
Ytheri laughed, sharp and wicked, her lips brushing his ear. "Oh, but she is, sweet boy. Delecta caught herself two years ago—tried to milk me dry with those massive, dripping udders. Now she waits for mortals like you to fill her cribs. Persuasive without a word, isn’t she?"
Delecta’s eyes fluttered open behind the crystal, locking onto his with cow-eyed hunger. She bounced her breasts slowly, the scandalous fabric slipping to reveal dark areolas and prominent nipples already leaking. "Come here, mortal," she mouthed, voice unheard but clear in intent. "Let me wrap these around that cock and drain every drop."
"She’s strong," Ytheri purred, stroking faster. "Not some simpering pet. She’ll ride you until your ass is red and your mind’s mush, then tuck you away with her milk. Horny yet?"
Okino panted, sweating, unable to look away from the hypnotic bounce. "This is insane. I won’t—"
"Won’t what? Beg for her wet pussy?" Ytheri teased, edging him cruelly. "She’ll give you a blowjob that leaves you cum-drunk, then fuck you senseless. Watch her drip for it."
Delecta giggled silently, spreading her thighs to show glistening folds. The barrier shimmered away. Ytheri shoved him forward. "Go on, boy—feed the holstaur."
Delecta rose, strong arms pulling him in. Her lips claimed his in a searing kiss as she ground her dripping pussy against his hard cock. "Mine now," she whispered, voice husky. "I’ll make you cum until you forget your name." She dropped to her knees, taking him in a wet, relentless blowjob, tongue swirling as he groaned and bucked. Panting, she rose, straddling him on the bed, impaling herself with a moan. Her ass slapped against him as she rode hard, breasts smothering his face, milk squirting into his mouth. Okino came with a shout, flooding her, but she didn’t stop—strong thighs pinning him, milking every drop while she whispered commands. Sweat slicked their bodies; she came too, clenching tight, then flipped him, ass up, taking him from behind until he was a panting, cum-soaked mess, lost in her hypnotic sway.
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