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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I rolled over and kissed her as she stroked my horse-shaped cock, slowly bringing me to attention. Then she disengaged from our kiss and ran her tongue down to my cock, licking the shaft.

As she worked my meat over with her tongue and lips, a strange energy moved through us. The leaves in the trees rustled, as if a fresh breeze had come up, but to the contrary, the air was still. It caught me by surprise, but when I looked at Lyca she smiled.

“Get used to that,” she said. “That’s the energy joining herd and pack. There will be much more of that at the ceremony joining the two, and after. What you just felt was merely the beginning.”

She punctuated that with a hard stroke of my bull cock, bringing a thick streamer of come from the end and sending it sliding down the shaft. I moaned as I felt the first emanation since the incident back at the farm. It felt good. Lyca ran her tongue up the shaft and played with the jizz, stretching a thread out from her tongue before sucking it in.

Because she was an alpha wolf, not a cow, she couldn’t take a cock in her throat or ass like a cow girl, but she still managed to take several inches of my gargantuan meat down her throat. I was impressed. She gagged once and pulled back, throat slime sliding down my cock.

“Not bad for a wolf,” she said, then leaned forward and pulled my cock between her wolfen labia, sliding all the way down until her ass hit my balls. The outline of my cock was pressed against her ...

... abdomen, the head disappearing under her rib cage.

“That’s better,” she said. “I can at least satisfy you in one special place.”

Lyca began slowly sliding her cunt up and down my cock. I slid my hands up her stomach to her hard little nipples. She leaned down and let me suck on them. They were sweet and smelled of the forest and earth. I ran my tongue across the tight little aureoles, then across the space between and to the other breast. She moaned softly as I worked them over, slowly rotating her hips around my cock that was buried deep in her body.

The windless rustling in the forest came again as Lyca leaned back and increased the pace, bouncing her slender form up and down on my bull cock. Thick loads mixing my bull juice and her wolf juice slid from her cunt around my shaft. I could feel her gaped wolfen cervix sliding up and down my cock as she moved. I reached around and grabbed her ass, supporting her as she cranked up her motions even further. She came for at least the third time.

I felt my bull balls pulling close to my body. I could sense I was close to coming, but I almost didn’t want to. This moment was too perfect, too beautiful. I loved my mother and my wife, yes, but the connection I had – as the bull – with Lyca – as the alpha she-wolf – was special in its own way. It was a different sort of love, a love bonding the pack with the herd, the love of bonding one group with another. All the cows and all the wolves were subsumed in the love Lyca and I ...