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At a certain point, you just have to accept that you're nothing but a dumb ditzy milk cow. A walking pair of udders, made to be teased and tugged and played with.

It feels so good to think about, doesn't it? There's no worry as a cow, no pressure, except for the pressure building up inside your udders, waiting for the overwhelming pleasure of being milked.

It's so satisfying to put those teats of yours on display. Low-cut tops, no bra, even just walking, and eventually crawling, around the house completely topless. It's just so much better for everyone to see your greatest assets.

Dumber and happier every time they're ogled, squeezed, massaged and groped. That rush of pleasure just washing over your brain so easily, irresistibly, and leaving you giggly and floaty as your udders only feel more and more arousal.

I wonder how long you'll try and resist? Will you fight these urges, struggle against the natural compulsion to keep your udders exposed and ready?

Or are you already clumsily tugging at your teats, pulling your shirt off to show off like a good cow?

Awww, silly heifer. Can't help but shake and bounce those udders, and can't resist giving me a nice, long...

...moooooooo~

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Waking up to the sound of deep grunts and resounding moans coming from your monster s/o who is feverishly feasting on your wet pussy. Pleasure warms your body, as you feel slick gushing out of your cunt, making you moan audibly. Once they realize, you've woken up, they begin to babble excuses as to why they needed to taste you.

“You were moaning in your sleep, and y-you smelled soo fucking good. I-I couldn't stand seeing you like that! Mmm- wanted to help you.”

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The thing in the pen isn't you. It can't be you. He — the man who stood in line for daywork in the fields of this farm, labored all summer under the boiling sun, did favors and snuck contraband until the senior workers trusted him enough to give him barn assignments — remembers you. You were the girl he crushed on from afar, the girl he dreamt of taking to the altar, scooping up in his arms and laying down gently in a wedding bed.

He came here to save you. And you weren't...this. He doesn't know if this can be saved. He kneels in front of the thing-that-was-you, and you look up at him with the complete, uncomprehending love of a kept pet. Most of the modifications you've been given are standard for hucows. He's seen the glassy stare of the milkslave before. The udders, too, so full they begin to leak again hours after being drained, are familiar. So is the pregnant belly, waxing huge and round as the moon as three new calves grow inside.

He's seen it all on the news, where rescued girls sometimes how before-and-after pictures of themselves — first a smiling girl, then a gravid, debased hucow, then a brittle-but-recovering woman with milk-bloated breasts — to emphasize the cruelty of the underground hucow trade.

These are not the things that worry him. Pregnancy is a temporary condition. Lactation stops after a period of inactivity. The unwilling hucow's mind usually clears when they're removed from an environment of constant milkings, breedings and aphrodisiac injections.

But how can you return to normal after having all four of your limbs amputated, the stumps fitted with hoofcaps so you can only move by crawling on all fours? How can you smile or speak again after having all of your teeth removed, leaving your mouth fit only for the purpose of sucking cock?

He told himself he'd take you out of here tonight, but you can't run and you're too heavy with calves for him to carry.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, reaching through the pen's bars to stroke your cheek with one hand. "I'll think of something. Just hang in there until I do."

You nuzzle his hand and moo, a shapeless and vacant sound. He withdraws in disgust.

He milks you the next day. Not because he wants to, he tells himself, but because he has to. He needs to be a good farmhand so no one suspects him of planning your escape. As his hands work your thick teats, squeezing your milk into a pail, you squirm and moo.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs in your earmarked ear, rubbing your heavy belly with his free hand. "I know you don't like it, but—"

"Don't like it?" One of the other farmhands has stopped outside the milking pen. "You really don't know anything about cows, city boy. She's making that sound because she loves it. Put a finger in her cunt and feel her clench while you milk her."

He does. You do. He feels you cum dozens of times while you're milked, and he hates the feeling of his traitorous cock stiffening underneath his overalls. Later, as he's preparing to soap and lotioning your sore udders, he catches a drop of your milk on his finger and presses it against his tongue.

It's the sweetest thing he's ever tasted. He feels pre roll out over the head of his dick, and he hates himself.

He fucks you a week later. All the farmhands do it, he tells himself. They'd get suspicious if he worked so hard to get here and then abstained. Bent over you from behind, his hips thrusting against your plush ass, his hands squeezing your udders just for the pleasure of making your body slick with your own milk, he cums harder than he ever has in his life.

No romantic fantasy, no giggling and quipping partner, has made him feel half as good as your pregnant body mindlessly pushing itself back against his, tighter, deeper, begging to be used.

You bitch, he thinks. You needy cowcunt. Broodmare. Walking womb. How dare you do this to me?

"I'm sorry," he says, but he's starting to worry that he isn't.

The next farmhand shoos him out of the way and takes his place.

He helps you through calving in the winter, stroking your hair as you strain and sob through the labor, and gives you your first milking afterward. The postpartum period will be ideal for escape, he thinks — no one pays too much attention to the cows in their brief recovery period from birthing, and you'll soon be light enough for him to tuck under his arms and carry.

But.

He pours fresh water into your trough and contemplates it.

You won't have a good life if you leave this place. Here, you're fucked, milked and cared for. Whatever they've done to your mind, it's left you in a permanent state of bliss. If you regained your sanity, you'd regain your capacity to feel trauma.

And you've been through so much trauma. Kidnapped. Mutilated. Forcibly impregnated a half-dozen times. Groped and laughed at by strangers who made you do tricks for the privilege of sucking their cocks.

You also won't want him if you leave this place. In his efforts — pure-hearted, selfless, dedicated efforts — to save you, he's become one of your tormentors. You'll remember him fucking you and squeezing your udders. You'll remember the times he sat you on your hind legs and took one of your udders in his mouth, squeezing it mercilessly with one hand and stroking himself with the other.

Here, you're happy.

Here, you're his.

As he stands in the center of your pen, thinking, you lift one of your forelegs and paw uselessly at his shin. Shame floods him.

"What do you want, girl?" he says, reaching out to pat your head.

You bury your face in the crotch of his Levi's and mouth at his cock through the fabric, making an indistinct noise of need that reverberates through his body.

And he's not ashamed anymore.

"I'm sorry," he says, and he reaches for his belt buckle.

He's decided your next calves will be his.

This is you. And he likes you better this way.

fuckk this is so hot, the idea of someone being able to “save me” and deciding for me that i’m better off staying a rapecow… keep me bred and milked and thats probably true

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The same farmer owns us. You were here first, but Farmer is disappointed in your milk production with just hormone treatment and pumping. That's when they bought me. I may be a mutt, and no purebreed, but all Farmer needs is a dog whose knot works. I'm too fixated on the need to fill you and desire to please Farmer that I don't care you're not a bitch, and you're so desperate to be a good full cow that the fact that I'm no bull escapes you.

But it works, and soon your udders swell and spill milk properly, your teats ache when not being suckled or pumped. And now you have a loyal guard dog, ready to lap at your cunt as a reward for making good milk and suck at your udders whenever Farmer unhooks the machine and breed you again and again and again so the milk never stops.

(he/it, transmasc but DETERMINED, I will get someone pregnant someday.)

you’re welcome to try!! anything that will get my udders fat and dripping is a need, bull or not

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Hanging out with your brother has had you feeling better than ever before. You don't really remember what you do together, all you know is that you're so relaxed afterwards. It's just easier not to think about it. You're sure your brother said something about how thinking is for boys and girls are just meant to look pretty. Even if he didn't say it, it's totally right.

You come to him when your breasts start to swell, worried that you're going to outgrow your bras. He's so smart. He tells you just to go without. Wouldn't want to hide big, gorgeous tits, would you? They look better when they're bouncing anyway. And from there, it's an easy leap to having you be topless at home and, eventually, just walking around naked. It's perfectly natural!

It's natural, too, that he can use your body whenever he wants. Watching your large, growing tits bounce around all the time, your body on display, it's only natural that he'd want to reach out and touch. His hands grabbing and groping and squeezing, pinching and rolling your nipples. You can feel your mind melting out of you, thoughts dripping away, dropping down into a place where his every word just feels right.

You are a slut.

You are a cow.

You are just a toy for his enjoyment.

You are udders.

fuckk this is sexy, i don’t get incest asks very often but theyre usually hot especially when hucow is involved <3 i would love to be my brother’s free use udders

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the sad thing is that i’ve tried to induce lactation before and i failed :( i was taking domperidone a few times a day and pumping and stimulating my nipples around the clock, but nothing seemed to work. truthfully though, i think it didn’t work because i got scared. the sensation of my nipples getting so sensitive and sore— and noticably hard almost 24/7– started to make me feel like a real cow. i would be hiding in public bathroom stalls to quickly massage my aching tits and end up having to masturbate because it was so arousing. my life was starting to revolve around my needy breasts. it’s a shame i kept chickening out right as the drugs started making my breasts into veiny udders, thick teats always begging for the relentless suction of a mouth or a pump. but hopefully someday someone will force me to go through with it, and give me no choice but to transform myself into a dumb dairy cow with giant heaving udders.

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Conditioning someone to let their milk down around me. Every time I see them, I go right for their nipples, until their body learns that the sight of me is a cue to release the milk. Soon, every time they’re in my presence they can’t help but have milk drip from their nipples, begging me to drain it for them.

Even better, I finger them while I suckle, training them to let down their milk and be deeply horny for me whenever they see me, getting wet in multiple places beyond their control.

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Impaled by Two PART 1

Pairing: Incubus demon x human reader

Summary: coming home late from work, you are taken by a demon incubus, who flies you to his lair. He claims you are his mate, and he is determined to keep you.

Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, monster smut, oral (fem receiving), double🍆 🍆, double pen in pussy and ass, knotting, belly bulge. Don’t like, don’t read please.

This is part of a series. Find the next part here.

The night was dark, the moon and stars hidden behind the thick, inky darkness of the clouds. You didn’t like the dark. It made you feel uneasy. Quickening your pace, you wandered through the narrow alleys and rushed back home. You’d finished your night shift at the nightclub late. Your boss had been rude again, forcing you to work more than your should. You were tired of this work, tired of returning alone to a lonely crappy apartment but you needed the money.

The sound of your footsteps echoed off the cobblestones as you pounded your legs. For some reason, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being followed. But every time you turned around, there was nothing there but shadows. A distant noise caught your attention— almost like the flapping of wings. You looked up and froze. Good God, you stared at the massive figure which seemed to come straight at you. Massive wings, horned head and scowling fangs.

Panic overtaking, you screamed and started running for dear life. You managed only two steps before you were dragged off the ground, your stomach sinking at the realization that huge claws hands were wrapped around your waist. You screamed at the top of your lungs as you watched the ground disappear. The monster was smiling, his wings unfurling with powerful flaps, carrying you higher and higher until the city below became a blur.

And then, you lost consciousness.

When you woke up, you found yourself in a dimly lit chamber, the glow of the candles casting shadows on the velvet-draped windows. It was an elegant and lavish bedroom, even your blanket was made from cashmere — thankfully you were still dressed. Even so, you clutched the blanket to your chest as if it could protect you from the monster.

You remembered the monster, the loud and terrifying flapping of his wings, the wicked smirk on his cruel lips.

And then you saw him: he lurked in a dark corner, only his amber eyes flashing. Your breath hitched as the creature stepped forward. A cruel dusky face came into view, with menacing fangs and horns protruding from his head. Dark red hair touched his broad shoulders. He was impossibly tall, his body chiseled and filled with scars. His wings were folded behind him and he wore but an armored loincloth that hid just his sensitive areas, his thighs bulging with muscles.

“You have nothing to fear from me,” the creature said, his voice a deep, seductive rumble.

“You t-t-ook me away,” you staggered anxiously. “I have everything to fear!”

“I brought you home, to where you belong,” the demon said, prowling closer.

“This is not my home!” you cried, pressing the blanket tighter against you. “What are you? Why have you brought me here? What do you want from me?”

“I’m Lucien, an incubi demon,” he said, his eyes never leaving yours. “I brought you to my lair. I have been searching for you for centuries, my mate.”

“Mate?” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, my mate,” he said, his voice a velvet drawl. “I have waited for you for so long, and now that I have found you, I will never let you go.”

“I’m not yours! Never will be,” you said defiantly. “Take me back. Now!”

His face hardened. “You are mine, and I am yours. By the end of the night, I promise you, you will be bouncing on my cocks, crying out that you’re mine.”

“Cocks?” Your face paled. “Please, no—”

You backed up against the headboard but he was already upon you. Strong arms wrapped around you, pressing your blanket clad body again his chiseled chest. Without meaning to, you inhaled his scent—dark musk and wood— and somehow you liked it. His skin was incredibly warm, darkly magnetic and made your own skin tingle.

No! You whimpered at the sensations overwhelming you. You couldn’t be attracted to him. He was a demon, a merciless and intoxicating monster. You struggled, but he held you firmly until you realized that fighting him was futile and you relaxed slightly in his embrace.

“I want to leave,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“Shhh,” he rumbled, breath hot against your ear. “I understand you are afraid, little mate. But trust me when I say I will never harm you.”

“You want me.”

“I do want you,” he said, hunger in his eyes. “But you will not experience pain. Only love and pleasure.”

And then he was kissing you, brushing his lips against yours with surprising gentleness. You gasped and tried to pull away, but the heat of the kiss took your breath away, melting you against him. Careful of his teeth, he kissed your upper lip then sucked the lower one. A forked tongue coaxed your lips apart, slipping into your mouth. Sweet moans left you as he explored your mouth, his long tongue licking every crevice.

“That’s it,” he drawled, kissing your cheeks and then down your neck. “Enjoy it, my love. Enjoy the touch of your mate.”

His words were strangely comforting, quelling your fear and making your belly quiver with warmth. You didn’t realize when

your blanket was tugged and tossed away, his sharp nails tearing your clothes. His claws didn’t touch your skin, he was extremely precise but even so, you gasped and squirmed, instinctively trying to cover yourself. But his movements were quick and efficient. He moved you to his desire, ripped your bra and panties and even removed your shoes and shocks. Within moments, you lay completely bare before him, your clothes in tatters.

“Hell’s flames,” he muttered, his eyes caressing every inch of your body. “What breathtaking beauty.”

You glared up at him, legs squeezed together, arms crossed over your chest. “Stop this—"

Your world’s ended in a moan as he bent over you, a long tongue dragging over your neck. Another moan escaped you even if your arms pushed against his chiseled chest. But you miscalculated. Your breasts were no longer covered by your hands and he descended upon them with a feral growl, cupping both tits in his large, clawed hands. With surprising gentleness, he reshaped the underside of your pert tits, watching as they molded under his touch.

“I’m going to spend a lot of time worshipping you, my love,” he rumbled, his voice a deep seductive drawl. “I’ll show you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams.”

“Hnn… don’t,” you mumbled even if a shiver of arousal ran through you.

Ashamed at your own desire, you tried to cover yourself but he kissed you again and pinned your hands to the mattress. His kiss was possessive and searing. You could only respond to his touch, your body betraying you as fired licked within you. He growled as his tongue thrust in your mouth, and at the same time, you felt his power thrumming, his energy caressing you from head to toe and seeping into your very soul.

Large clawed hands caressed your breasts, fitting them in his big palms and jutting them up against his eager mouth. His thumbs teased your nipples and your body betrayed you, liquid warmth flooding between your legs. Lightly, he nibbled at the soft skin of your breasts, revealing pearly teeth that marked your skin.

“Please,” you whispered, though you weren’t sure if you were begging him to stop or to continue.

“You are mine,” he said, his voice a hypnotic purr. “My mate. And I will make sure you feel every inch of that.”

His caresses moved lower, his tongue tracing your soft belly and inside your bellybutton. You thrashed but he gripped your legs under the knees and spread them wide, keeping you there while his hungry demon eyes gazed at your slick pussy. His tongue darted out and then he was tasting you, sucking your plump cunt and lapping at your wetness. You cried out, your hips bucking involuntarily.

The demon kept you there, a captive to his shameless touches as his tongue explored every inch of your folds. Next, he was parting the lips of your pussy, opening you up as he thrusted his tongue inside your small opening. The long appendage undulated, driving back and forth as if it was fucking you, slick sounds echoing in the lair.

“So sweet, so wet. Such a sweet tight cunt,” he said, voice thick with must.

“Ahnnn…hn… I need…I need—” you whined, hands gripping his shoulders as you rubbed your face against him.

“Hmm, that’s more like it,” he drawled but stopped touching you, only his breath in your cunt.

You growled in frustration. “Nooo.”

“Do you want to come, mate?”

“Y-yes, please.”

“All you have to do is say my name,” he said, breathing teasingly against your clit. The touch sent little pleasure goosebumps all over your skin.

“Please...just...please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, Lucien,” you finally called his name. “I need you to… to touch. Please…touch me.”

With a satisfied growl, he descended on your pussy, going back to devouring you. You moaned lewdly, that primal part of you responding to his touches. The pleasure was overwhelming, building inside you like a storm until it exploded, shattering you in pieces. Head falling back against the bed, you arched your body and opened your legs obscenely, offering your pussy to him. Lucien took you with pleasure, his tongue working until he’d consumed every drop of your nectar.

Through hazy eyes, you saw him sit back on his haunches, removing his loincloth. The strip of fabric fell away, revealing two monstrous cocks, dripping with pre-cum. Fuck, he really did have two of them and they were just as big as he was. The front one had to be the primary cock; it was thick and long with a blunt head, surrounded by protruding veins. The one behind it was self-lubricating, just as thick but ridged and curvy. Heavy balls hung from between his cocks, obscenely big and swollen.

A soft hitch of breath left you when he flipped you on your stomach, ass high up in the air. His hands parted your asscheeks, his tongue leaving the tight ring of muscle. You whimpered and thrashed, but he held you steady, driving his wicked tongue inside a place where no one had ever fucked. Your cheek squished on the sheets as he claimed your ass, making your body alight with pleasure again.

“Lucien,” you moaned, your hands fisting in the sheets. “Please…”

A gasp left you when something thick penetrated you. It was the tip of his second cock, the head pushing against your pouting rosebud and pressing inside. With some pressure, the head popped in and you both groaned. The stretch was intense, almost too much, but the pleasure indescribable.

“Oh, God,” you whimpered, your hips bucking. “M… move, please, don’t stop.”

“I’m the one fucking you, mate. Not God. I’m the one owning your holes. Lucien, your mate.”

And with that, he thrust his primary cock inside your pussy, filling you in one strong thrust that stole your breath. Lucien lodged himself deep, his shafts filling your pussy and ass to the hilt, stretching you to your limits. His massive sizes rubbed against each other inside you and he reached down, his hand curving around the bulge in your stomach.

“My mate. Mine,” he said, his voice a primal growl. “I have you now, fully and completely.”

“Fuck— ahnn… so full…” You moaned loudly, your body trembling with need.

“I have you, my love. I won’t let you feel any pain. Relax for me.”

You did so, relaxing your muscles and breathing softly.

“Such a good mate,” he drawled kissing your nape. “I’m going to claim you now, make you mine forever. You want that, don’t you, little one?”

“Yes, please, yes, Lucien.”

Grasping your hips, he drew back, watching both his cocks glistening with your juices before thrusting them back in your tight little holes. A forked tongue licked across your neck as his fingers circled your clit, stroking and teasing in time with his thrusts, hitting the right spots again and again.

You came with a cry, your body clenching and unclenching around his cocks but he didn’t stop. The demon continued to fuck you through your orgasm, cocks pistoning inside you at an urgent pace. You thrashed and whimpered, overstimulated but he kept going, looking stronger than ever, his cocks feeling harder and thicker than before. Lewd sounds echoed, the plap plap of flesh meeting flesh.

“Ready for my knots, little mate?” he asked, his body covering your in a dominating cradle.

“K-knots—”

You didn’t get to finish because he slammed to the hilt, both cocks pulsing and erupting inside you, filling you with rope after rope of cum. His knots swell to full mast, feeling as large as your fist, stretching your pussy and ass, plugging you up with his seed. The fit was so tight that not a drop of his seed escaped.

Gently, he rolled both of you to the side, his cocks still hard and locking you together. Your back pressed against his warm, muscular chest as he draped your leg over his thigh. A big hand caressed your slightly swollen stomach, possessive and proud about the way it rounded with his cocks and seed inside you.

“So beautiful,” he drawled, his amber eyes looking at you warmly. “So lovely around my knots.“

You shifted slightly, wincing a little as you tried to settle into find a more comfortable position. “When will they go down?”

“In a few minutes. Are you in pain?”

“No…” you muttered. “It’s just… I can feel you inside me.”

“Hmm,” he rumbled. Your words pleased him. “Doesn’t it feel good to have me inside you, mate?”

“Yes.”

“And for that, little mate, you’ve earned another orgasm.”

With a smug grin on his handsome face, he guided his hand to your pussy, trailing your stretched holes before flicking your clit. Softly, gently and with deliberate moments. You whined because it was too much, but you couldn’t move away because of his knots. He held you against him, his fingers dancing on your clit. The sensations built rapidly, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

He watched you intently. “That’s it, my love. Let go, clench this pretty cunt and lovely ass around my cocks.”

A wave of warmth rose up from your clit, spreading rapidly to your entire body. It was the most fulfilling pleasure. It set everything right inside you, leaving only deep, satisfying warmth. He continued to hold you, whispering how happy he was that he’d found you, how good you had taken his cocks and how tight you felt around him. He said that he’d protect you always, never let anyone hurt or distress you.

Exhausted but blissful, you believed him. It didn’t matter what he was. You couldn’t deny him. His warmth, his strength, and the way he held you made you feel safe. Your mate. Lucien was your mate.