Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts XII – XVI, Epilogue - Sex Stories

Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts XII – XVI, Epilogue

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“Thank you my bull,” she whispered.

The crowd in the room was still clapping and a murmur had arisen. Lyca called for silence.

“This night is not over. We will now convene to the Forest Chapel for the next part of our ceremony, when blood, milk, and seed will become one, when the vulpine and bovine will become one, and when a pack and a farm will become one.”

A fresh round of cheers went up. Smash handed me my robe, and passed out robes to the others who had discarded them.

This time, however, Helga’s robe was wolf skin.

PART XVI

The crowd made their way to forest chapel. In the week I had spent with the wolves while the cows were recovering from MCGD, I had fucked Lyca or one of her betas almost every day in the forest chapel. I had gotten used to seeing it vacant and secluded. Now was a different story. Torches stood all around the clearing and the benches were filling up with cows and wolves. Lyca, my alphas, and the wolfen betas clustered around the stone altar, while the rest of the crowd took their seats. But they didn’t stay seated for very long. As soon as Lyca climbed atop the altar and discarded her robe, the entire crowd rose to their feet and cheered.

The sense of celebration from the earlier ceremony had intensified and grown. Everyone was looking forward to both the activities of the ceremony, and the massive party that was going to follow.

Lyca dropped her robe and raised her hand. The clearing fell silent.

“Are we ready to ...

... get on with this?” she called to the crowd, a big smile across her aquiline features. A roar came from the assembly.

“Then lets do it!” she called.

Smash appeared – like he always seemed to – and handed a stone dagger to Lyca. She knelt down on the altar and pulled me over in front of her, pushing my robe to the ground. She reached down and gave my bull cock several strokes, bringing it to attention, then held the stone dagger in front of me.

“Ready?” she asked. I nodded.

She took the dagger and ran it down her own chest, cutting her skin and creating a deep gash that went from just below her throat down to just below her breasts. A thick, red flow poured down her stomach. Then she took the dagger and made an identical cut in my my own chest. The blood pouring from my chest ran down and coated the base of my cock, turning my balls red.

Lyca coated my cock with the blood from both our bodies, then leaned back on the altar and spread her legs, allowing me to slide my immense blood-covered bull cock into her wolfen cunt. Then I lifted her up and we hugged, our bodies pressed together, our blood mingling. We kissed, then she leaned her head against my shoulder and her breathe tickled my ear as I began pistoning my blood-coated cock in and out of her cunt.

As we fucked, the entire glade had gone silent. All eyes were on the blood-covered fuck that was happening on the altar. Lyca clutched my body, her nails digging into my pecs as I pounded her. She moaned softly, ...