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

... felt.

Lyca groaned and came hard. I couldn’t hold back, my bull balls pumped load after load of my juice deep into her womb. Sweat poured down her body as she came yet again and so did I. The wolf pelts we lay on were soaked with the juices from wolf and bull.

Finally she lay forward across my chest and I hugged her to me. The leaves were still moving in the trees, though the breeze had sprung back up and normalcy had returned to the glade. We lay there for a long time in each other’s arms as the night came alive around us.

PART XIII

I would have probably lay there all night, but Lyca climbed up, slipped the piercings back in her nipples and grabbed a torch. She lit it, illuminating the clearing, then handed me another and gestured for me to follow.

I reached for my clothes, but she shook her head, instead she took my hand and pulled me down a path lined with a layer of soft pine needles. We walked in a slow arc, the night air cool but balmy against our bare skin. Occasionally I could catch glimpses of the lights in the pyramid through the trees and realized we were taking a different path back to the den. Then we came out in a small pasture. Lyca held the torch high and I did the same. There were a couple of small buildings similar to the ones back at the farm, and a couple of cow houses.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Lyca said back.

“It looks like a cow farm.”

“We’re building a small den on the farm for when wolves are there, so we ...

... similarly are building a small farm for when cows are here. Since the ceremony is being delayed, both our den on the farm, and your farm at the den, should be finished before the ceremony. Do you like?” She scurried to one of the outbuildings and threw a switch, illuminating the small farm area.

“Oh my god, this is amazing,” I said, hugging Lyca. We walked through the buildings. There were a few houses, a cam studio, a little barn, and a small pasture. It was going to perfect when completed. I felt a lump in my throat.

We held hands as we walked back to the pyramid, our clothes forgotten.

Life at the wolf den for the next six days were a pretty steady routine. In the morning, I would fill the milk maids, then Lyca would empty my cock and the maids’ cocks to be sent back to the farm. Next, we would review the video from the farm to go over the progress the contractors were making. Mid-day we would do a video chat with my wife and mom, to see how they were doing (they seemed to be enjoying this way too much). The afternoons were kind of unstructured time. Sometimes I would drill the maids, sometimes we would walk in the woods, sometimes we would just sit around and binge watch TV.

On the third day of quarantine, Lyca and I came back to the pyramid after a soiree in the forest chapel. I went to my quarters to freshen up and found Prudence, Amelia, and Myrtle waiting outside my door.

“He’s here!” Prudence said, bowing. “My bull, we were just wondering if, since we ...