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

... then louder, then finally she leaned back on the altar and arched her back in a crashing orgasm. Her climax drew me along with her, my balls tightened, my bull seed poured into her blood-soaked cunt.

A cheer rose from the crowd. Smash handed stone blades to Xana and Tori. They re-opened the gashes in their palms and poured blood across Lyca’s body as I went back to sliding my cock in and out of her slit. Her eyes were closed and she rubbed the warm blood across her stomach and chest. Shawna and Alina leaned over and squeezed out thick streamers of cow milk across her body.

Then, one-by-one, everyone contributed to the juice that was coating Lyca’s body. The cows, sheep, and pigs all gave milk. Each wolf cut open their palm and poured out blood. My milk maids tried to get away with just milk like the other cows, but I insisted they take out their cocks and add their thick seed to the mix.

By the time everyone at the ceremony had approached the altar, Lyca and I were covered in blood, milk, and semen. The stone altar itself was slippery with fluid. Lyca rolled over on all fours and I knelt on the altar behind her and began thrusting in and out of her cunt wolf-style with reckless abandon, bringing us both to several more climaxes, until we finally collapsed on the altar, laying on the slippery stone, catching our breath.

It was done. The herd and the pack were one.

EPILOGUE

The party lasted all night, all the next day, and through the following night. Dawn on ...

... the second morning finally brought the festivities to a close. It had been a wonderful, beautiful and amazing ceremony.

And it had been a beautiful few weeks since Helga first appeared on my front lawn.

The bond between pack and herd stayed strong, and the boundaries between the two slowly melted away until they essentially became one entity. Between the two, we are bringing in a very healthy income, much of which we use for charitable purposes.

Our income was further supplanted by most cows opting to follow in Alina’s, Lucy’s and Angela’s footsteps and get more udders. Our cow farm is now hosting lots of cows with six huge cow-tits full of intoxicating, saffron cow girl juice. As a bull, loving big cow tits is in your makeup, so I could not be happier.

Alina, Shawna, and I remain together, helming the cow side of the equation. Lyca and Xana continue to be in charge of the wolfen side. A few weeks after the ceremony, Tori started expressing an interest in becoming a cow. She has since joined the herd, and Lyca has elevated another one of her daughters – Freya – to be her other beta.

Lucy is still in the herd, but Angela decided she wanted to be a wolf. She joined the pack but still remains active in running the farm.

Tori and Angela’s changes are just one more bond in the cement that holds pack and herd together.

Bibi still owns the bottom of the cow milking order. Though I have told her all is forgiven, she seems to like being the lowest cow whore at the ...