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Damien hides himself in a corner of his barn behind a few bales of hay, watching the machine he uses to extract milk from his cows. Recently, he’s noticed the output of milk has been higher than usual. Originally, he believed it was because Hestia, his new farm hand, was a natural at taking care of his cattle, and happier cattle produce more milk. But this morning, he discovered there was milk inside the tank before he had begun for the day. Curious, he decided to wait and see why.
Damien’s pointed ears perked at the sound of the barn door opening slowly. The farmer peaked around the bales of hay, eye’s widening as he watched Hestia close the door behind her, careful to be as quiet as possible. Picking up the folding chair propped against the wall next to the door, the honey skinned elf had a blush on her face as she approached the machine. Damien stayed where he was, watching her with curiosity as she set up the chair next to the machine. His mouth opened slightly in surprise as he watched her unbutton the front of her plaid dress, the fabric slowly falling down her shoulders with each button, before she finally allows it to fall from her frame, the material pooling around her feet before she kicks it away, quickly removing her brassiere and panties afterwards. Damien bites his lip, feeling his blood begin to flow towards his cock at the sight of her nude form. A voice in his head tells him that he shouldn't look, that what he was doing was wrong, but it was quite compared to the sound of blood rushing in his ears.
Hestia leaned over, turning on the machine as well as giving Damien a lovely view of her pussy. Turning back towards the chair, she got on her knees, grasping two of the pumps. Biting her lip, she placed each of them on her nipples, her whole body reacting at the sudden sensation as she let out a mewl of pleasure. She quickly bent over, placing an arm on the chair to prop herself up as the machine did its job. Hestia’s other hand moved down, beginning to slowly rub circles around her clit, small moans spilling from her lips as she pleasured herself, the simulation from the machine mixing with it, creating a delightful overstimulating sensation.
Damien finally stands up, walking out from behind his cover and into the light the overhead bulbs provided.
“My my, I was wondering why our output of milk has been so high,” Damien chuckles, causing Hestia to freeze in place, her head whipping around to look at him in shock. “But I see now it's because you've been ‘helping’ out.” He continues, tilting his head.
His pupils dilate when the scent of her increasing arousal hits his nostrils. Was she getting off on being caught? The winged creature’s cock jumped in his trousers, his gaze darkening. Hestia kept shifting in place, the machine continuing to gently but firmly extract the milk from her swollen breasts.
"Feel free to continue, I don't mind." Damien all but purrs, watching a bead of slick build up and slide down her pussy. The she-elf bites her lip, breaking eye contact as the blush travels to the tips of her ears. Damien takes a slow step forward towards the trespasser, tilting his head the other way, the fluorescent lights putting an intimidating gleam in his eyes. “But if you want, my little farm hand, I could assist you.” Damien takes another step towards her. “I know how good it makes you feel, and if you wish, I can help make you feel even better.” He suggests, watching as Hestia squirms as the machine continues to simulate her chest. She thinks for a moment, nodding her head as she arches her back slightly, exposing her dripping cunt to him. Damien licks his lips, stalking towards his farm hand not unlike a predator approaches his prey. Undoing his overalls, letting them fall to the ground and stepping out of them without missing a beat, quickly undoing his red flannel, letting it fall to the ground as well. Damien wastes no time, getting on his knees and pressing two of his thick, work worn fingers into her cunt, scissoring and curling them, preparing her thoroughly. Each time he brushes against the rough and gummy part of her inner walls, Hestia mewls and arches her back, clenching around his fingers and bucking backwards onto his hand. Each sound she makes causes his cock to twitch, eager to kiss her cervix and fill her to the brim.
“So noisy, you might wake the others up,” Damien teasingly warned her, thumb coming down to rub her clit in time with the thrusting of his fingers. “Or is that what you want? Do you want, for example, Adrian to walk into the barn and see just how much of a wanton slut you've become? Have him see that you’ve used the milking machine so much that your body began to lactate?” A sadistic grin grows on Damien’s face as he feels Hestia clench even tighter around his fingers, her moans becoming higher pitched as she quickly approaches her orgasm, the knot in her pelvis tightening with each brush of his fingers. Damien withdraws his fingers, causing Hestia to whine and sway her hips in an attempt to entice him to continue fingering her. Damien clicks his tongue, shaking his head in mock disapproval.
“So needy, no wonder you need to be milked every day.” He purrs, using the liquid arousal covering his hand to slicken his cock. Grabbing hold of himself, he rubs the tip of his dick against her folds, coating her with her own arousal.
“Do you want me to continue?” Damien asks, making sure she wants this just as much as he does. His reply is several enthusiastic nodding of her head as she attempts to buck backwards onto him, but his hand stops her. Damien slowly pushes the head of his cock into her, the stretch a delicious burn for her as he resizes her pretty pussy into a perfect fit for his cock. Damien growls as he finally bottoms out, steadying himself to allow her to adjust to his size. They both pant, the machine still draining her teats of the large amount of milk inside them.
Damien slowly pulls out his cock until just the tip remains inside of her before slowly pushing back in, making sure he wasn't hurting her. Hestia only mewled and moaned, already drunk off the pleasure. Damien’s thrusts slowly began to increase in speed, and soon the barn was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust. The pleasure became too much as her orgasm crashed into her, an open mouthed silent scream coming from her as her cum gushed around his cock and dripped onto the floor as his thrusts only picked up in speed. Hestia’s cunt tightly gripped Damien’s dick, each fluttering motion feeling as if it was trying to milk every drop of cum from him with her orgasm. Damien’s fingernails dig into her hips with every thrust, each one becoming more animalistic as he slowly loses control, lost in pleasure. The folding chair she used to support herself began to groan with each thrust as Hestia’s back arches, jaw hanging open as pleasure raced through her body, her slick now running down her thighs. Damien bends his body forward, running his lips up her shoulder before latching onto her neck, biting her as he sucked her flesh into his mouth, making sure that anyone who gazed upon her knew who she belonged to. His groans, grunts, and growls mixed with her high pitched pleasureful cries, a cacophony of pleasure echoing throughout the metal and wood walls. Damien unlatched his mouth from her neck, panting into her ear.
“Where--” Damien grunted at a particularly tight squeeze around his cock. “--Where do you want me to cum?” He asks, slowing down slightly to give her a chance to answer.
“I-inside!” Hestia manages to pant out, her sensitive walls desperately trying to suck him further in. A rumbling sound of approval vibrates in his chest, his thrust becoming uneven as he quickly approaches his own end, Hestia’s second orgasm quickly approaching on the horizon as well. With a loud moan from Hestia and a louder grunt from Damien, the winged man spilled his seed inside of her as she came on his cock, against her cervix. His cum seeped out from around his dick, dripping onto the floor and mixing with her’s. The both of them panted, catching their breath as the exhaustion began to settle into their muscles. Hestia let out a pained whine, swaying her chest in an attempt to dislodge the pumps from her. Damien leaned forward, pressing his cock deeper into her in the process as he grabbed hold of the suckers, gently pulling them off of her. Placing them onto their rightful holding place, Damien turns off the machine.
“890 milliliters, impressive.” He praised, pulling out of her and gently maneuvering her so he could pick her up. “Perhaps we should do this more often.” Hestia could only nod as she rested her head against his chest, slowly drifting to sleep in his strong arms. Damien smiles down at her, enjoying her peaceful face as he opens the barn door. Closing it behind him, Damien walked towards his home, content in taking her there with him.