The Hucows of Emberhollow Ch. 01

This series takes place in a high fantasy world populated by humans, elves, dwarves, orcs, goblins, and hucows. This chapter focuses on M/F sex and big tits.

The mid-summer sun was setting over the provincial town of Hesperia, and a beautiful red-haired woman walked briskly down main street. Her hair was elegantly braided, and her green dress bore a small Imperial crest indicating her status as a government official. Rachael had worked as an accountant for the Viscount of Hesperia for several years.

Rachael's life in Hesperia was good, if a bit dull. The town was situated on the Farflow River, near the vast Grim Forest. Lumbermills and mines dotted the banks of the river, and many of the town's working folk toiled in woodworking or mineral extraction. Rachael spent her days in the Viscount's service, tallying the sales and taxes on lumber, ores, marble, and crafted products.

The town's main thoroughfare also included many other shops and street vendors, selling everything from potions to swords to spell books. Hesperia's population numbered only a few thousand, but it boasted a surprisingly diverse mix of humans, elves, dwarves, and even a few orcs. Although Hesperia was in the wild, rough-hewn, sparsely populated western outskirts of the Empire, its strategic location on the river made it a magnet for traders and travelers alike.

As Rachael neared one of the town's tall watchtowers, she looked up and spied several soldiers having a conversation. Three young soldiers nodded obediently as their commander gave them their orders for the evening.

Pride filled Rachael's heart, since the commander -- a fit, brown-haired man in his early-30s named Adam -- was Rachael's husband. Adam looked down, noticed Rachael, and smiled. Rachael smiled back eagerly. She hoped Adam wouldn't be working too late tonight.

Adam was the Viscount's chief military advisor. Rachael had married Adam several years ago in the Imperial Capital, just before they were dispatched to this far-flung province. In their youth, Rachael and Adam had dreamed of adventure and magical experiences. However, their existence in Hesperia was mostly ordinary and workaday. Their jobs in the Viscount's court afforded them a fine lifestyle, but occasionally they still yearned for more excitement.

Rachael turned down an avenue and approached the small, well-appointed townhouse where she and Adam lived. Across the street, two men lifted crates and furniture from a horse-drawn wagon and carried them into another townhouse. That house had been vacant for months, so Rachael was curious who was moving in.

To say these two men were large would be an understatement. They were almost like giants. Both of them were nearly seven feet tall and very muscular. They had chiseled, masculine features like Adam -- but on a bigger and grander scale.

As they prepared to pick up one of the massive crates, one of the men took off his shirt and wiped the sweat from his brow. He had a short well-trimmed beard, and his long dark hair flowed down over his broad shoulders. His body looked like shimmering bronze against the backdrop of the warm summer sunset. Rachael couldn't help but stare. Perhaps she stared a few moments too long.

The large man smiled at Rachael, and she blushed.

Then a striking, raven-haired woman in a stylish blue dress came out the front door of the house. She carried herself with an almost otherworldly confidence. She looked nonchalantly up and down the avenue before fixing her piercing blue eyes on the two large men.

"Make sure to position the couches so they face the fireplace," the woman told them. The two men nodded in agreement and carried the crate up the stairs and into the house. The woman walked down onto the street to get out of their way.

Rachael waved her hand curiously to greet this new neighbor. As an official for the Viscount, Rachael met many people from the Empire's various races, but she couldn't quite categorize this stranger. The woman was about six feet tall and she had pointed ears like an elf. However, elves were typically sleek and slender, and this woman was conspicuously voluptuous. She had wide hips, a round and shapely butt, and -- most notably -- the largest and most magnificent breasts Rachael had ever seen in her life.

"Hello, I'm Rachael. It looks like we're going to be neighbors," Rachael said.

"My name is Korina," the woman said. "I am very pleased to meet you."

"What brings you to Hesperia?" Rachael asked.

"I am a trader, and I am going to set up a shop here in town," Korina replied. "Also, I'm an envoy from my home settlement, and I hope to open negotiations with the Viscount."

"Oh, I work in the Viscount's treasury," Rachael said cheerfully. "Maybe I can help. What do you want to discuss with him?"

Korina paused for a moment and looked Rachael up and down, seeming to size her up and determine whether she could trust her. Rachael blushed again as she felt Korina's eyes move ever so slowly across her body. Somehow, Korina's gaze seemed like it was about more than just business negotiations.

Korina's eyes lingered for a moment on Rachael's chest. Although Rachael was amply endowed and she wore a DD-cup bra, she suddenly felt small compared to Korina's significantly larger breasts. Rachael guessed they must be at least an L-cup.

"I represent a Farm of hucows that was established recently," Korina said at last. "Our Farm is called Emberhollow, and it is located about a day's journey to the north."

"Hucows!" Rachael exclaimed. "I thought hucows were extinct."

"Close to extinct, but not quite," Korina said. "We want to rebuild our population. Our new Farm is the only hucow settlement in this province, and so we want to forge trade and defense agreements with towns like Hesperia."

In all her travels across the Empire, Rachael had seen many wonders. However, she never expected to see a hucow. History books described hucows as tall, powerful, amazonian women. They were renowned for their beauty and sensuality. Moreover, it was said that hucows' enormous breasts were always lactating.

The old texts were vague about hucows, but Rachael discerned that the ancient Imperial authorities had disapproved of them. Throughout history, the Empire's many races all experienced periods of tolerance and intolerance. However, the hucows fell victim to a particularly cataclysmic period of strife. As far as anyone knew, they were totally wiped out.

"We're done here, Korina," said one of the large men as he emerged from Korina's new house. "Unless there's anything else you need, we're heading back to Emberhollow."

"Excellent, thank you," Korina said. "By the way, this is my new neighbor, Rachael. She serves the Viscount of Hesperia. Rachael, these are my friends Stephen and Gaius. They are bulls on our Farm."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Rachael," said Stephen, the shirtless, long-haired, majestic bull that Rachael had noticed earlier.

Rachael's fingers disappeared into Stephen's large hand as he gave her a friendly handshake. She looked up at his face -- past his glistening, muscled chest. He had the herculean physique of a body builder, and yet he still had warm eyes and a kind smile. In an instant, Rachael was smitten. Despite the prim, proper, and professional persona she presented in Hesperia, she was a keen watcher of men. And this bull, Stephen, was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

Then Rachael's eyes drifted lower and she noticed the large snakelike bulge running down Stephen's pantleg. His pants were not immodest, but still Rachael could see the outline of his prodigious manhood. The same history books that taught Rachael about hucows also mentioned the bulls' impressive anatomy. However, those old written descriptions did not prepare Rachael for this stunning sight.

Suddenly, and almost imperceptibly, the outline of Stephen's cock moved and hardened ever so slightly as Rachael gazed upon it. She blushed yet again.

"I, umm, I've never met a bull before," Rachael said, stumbling over her words. She felt like a silly schoolgirl. Of course she had never met a bull before. As far as anyone knew, hucows and bulls didn't even exist anymore.

As Rachael's mind reeled, she asked, "So you're like a farm worker?"

"We all do a little bit of everything on the Farm," Stephen laughed. "But mostly I'm an artist. I'm also responsible for architecture on the Farm."

"I'd sure love to see it... I mean, I bet you do amazing work," Rachael said in awe of this colossal, handsome bull who was also apparently an artistic renaissance man. Somewhere deep within her, a spark ignited.

"I certainly hope we will meet again, Rachael," Stephen said with a smile.

"Me too," Rachael replied warmly.

"Well, good luck, Korina," said Gaius, the other bull. "We're all counting on you."

Korina nodded in agreement. The bulls walked back to the wagon, climbed atop their white horses, and prepared to depart. Then Korina turned back toward Rachael.

"I hope we can talk again soon, Rachael" Korina said. "I'd appreciate any insights you have on how to approach negotiations with the Viscount."

"Yes, of course," Rachael replied. "Why don't you come to my house for dinner tonight? I'm sure you must be hungry from your journey. You can also meet my husband, Adam. He's an official in the Viscount's service as well."

"That sounds wonderful," Korina said, pulling Rachael into a warm embrace. "I can tell already that we're going to be good friends!"

***

Truth be told, Rachael wasn't much of a cook. As a professional in the Viscount's treasury department, she had little time for domestic tasks. However, she was well paid, so she ordered food from Hesperia's finest restaurant, the Risen Phoenix Tavern. Soon her dining room table was covered with a sumptuous feast fit for welcoming a guest.

Adam arrived home from the military watchtower, and Rachael excitedly told him that their new hucow neighbor, Korina, would be joining them for dinner.

"A hucow? Really?" Adam asked. "I thought they were wiped out in the Repatriation War over a hundred years ago."

"I thought so too," Rachael said. "But nevertheless, here she is."

"So, is it true that they're... well-endowed?" Adam asked with a sly smile.

"Haha, it's true. Her tits are absolutely huge," Rachael laughed.

"Even bigger than yours?" Adam asked, sneaking up behind Rachael and giving her large boobs a playful squeeze.

"Mmm, even bigger than mine. And her bull friends had cocks even bigger than yours," Rachael whispered, as she grabbed Adam's hardening phallus through his pants.

Adam leaned in and kissed her deeply. Rachael moaned as Adam slipped his hand beneath the neckline of her dress and began massaging her breasts. Rachael fumbled frantically at Adam's belt buckle and started to undo it.

Then the door chimes sounded.

"Fuck!" Rachael giggled. "Hold that thought until later. We have company now."

They gave each other one last passionate kiss before composing themselves and opening the door to greet their guest. Korina stood on the doorstep with an expensive looking bag on her hip. The bag's strap was slung over Korina's opposite shoulder, and the strap pressed down between her ample cleavage an accentuated the size of her boobs. Adam's eyes widened at the sight -- Rachael had not been exaggerating about Korina's breasts.

"Hello, Korina, I'm so glad you could make it," Rachael said to her new friend. "Come right in."

"Thank you so much for inviting me," Korina replied happily as she entered the house.

"Korina, I'd like you to meet my husband, Adam," Rachael said. "And Adam, this is our new neighbor, Korina."

"A pleasure," Adam said, carefully maintaining eye contact with Korina, and not letting his gaze fall onto her stunningly big breasts. As a representative of the Viscount, Adam prided himself on maintaining a professional demeanor at all times.

"The pleasure is mine. And I come bearing gifts," Korina said, reaching into her bag and offering two bottles of white liquid. "Hucow milk, compliments of Emberhollow Farm."

"Oh wow, thank you," Adam gasped. Suddenly, his professional demeanor was in danger of cracking. As he held the bottles in his hands and couldn't help wondering if this hucow milk came directly from Korina.

"Well, let's eat!" Rachael said, leading Korina toward the dining room.

Adam stood for a moment in the entryway, watching Korina's large, shapely ass bouncing under her dress as she followed Rachael. Adam was certain that Korina was the most interesting dinner guest they had ever had.

***

Laughter filled the house into the late hours of the evening. Korina, Rachael, and Adam feasted on a delicious dinner and drank a fine red wine from the dwarvish provinces. Rachael told stories and jokes about her work in the Viscount's treasury, and Adam regaled them with tales of his military exploits. As the evening wore on, the wine loosened their tongues, and Adam and Rachael began asking Korina about herself.

"Not to sound indelicate, but I thought hucows had been wiped out," Adam said. "So where did you and the members of your Farm come from?"

"The hucow population was almost entirely eradicated in the Repatriation War over a century ago," Korina explained. "Both sides in the war persecuted us. On one hand, hucows were despised by the religious zealots who advised the Mad Emperor Regulus. On the other hand, we were hunted by the Goblin Confederacy for enslavement and worse. But a small number of hucows and bulls survived, and now our numbers are slowly growing."

"I'm curious about that," Rachael said. "Your ears look like those of an elf. In all the stories I've read about hucows, they never had pointed ears. Also, your bull friends -- Stephen and Gaius -- had rounded ears like humans."

"Ah, yes," Korina said. "I was born an elf. I only became a hucow about five years ago."

"You became a hucow?" Adam asked. "But I thought hucows were born from other hucows."

"They are indeed. However, the hucows that survived the Repatriation War were not numerous enough to repopulate the species, fertile though they were," Korina said. "So the hucow High Priestesses developed powerful transformation magic to convert willing humans, elves, dwarves, and orcs into hucows and bulls."

"So people can... volunteer?" Adam asked with an inquisitive smile. Rachael nudged Adam in the ribs gave him a playful look of disapproval.

"Yes, if someone wishes to transform -- and if the High Priestesses deem them worthy -- then they may become a hucow or bull," Korina said. "Any offspring they produce after that will be full-blooded hucows. It's a clever way to repopulate the species."

Rachael and Adam sat silently for a few moments processing this information. They marveled at meeting a member of such a unique race. Then Adam reached across the table and picked up one of the bottles of milk that Korina had brought with her.

"And this?" Adam asked. "How does this milk fit into the story?"

"We expect hucow milk will be Emberhollow Farm's primary export," Korina said. "I'm here in Hesperia to set up a shop to sell our milk."

Rachael's business instincts kicked in, and she shifted uncomfortably in her chair. As fascinated as Rachael was by Korina's background and her stories about the hucows resurrecting their species, she was suddenly skeptical of Korina's plans. There was nothing especially exciting about bottles of milk.

"Not to rain on your parade, but Hesperia and the surrounding settlements have plenty of milk," Rachael said. "Despite the novelty of hucow milk, this may not be a very lucrative business plan."

Korina's eyes narrowed and she grinned mischievously. She grabbed the other bottle of hucow milk from the table, opened it, and took a long whiff of its aroma.

"This is no ordinary milk," Korina said with an air of mystery. "It has special properties. I'm certain people will want to buy it."

"What special properties?" Adam asked.

"Hucow milk is a very potent aphrodisiac," Korina purred, nudging the open bottle across the table toward Adam and Rachael. "Far more powerful even than spriggan sap or dragon tears."

Now Rachael and Adam gazed at the milk bottle like it was a magical talisman. They wondered how it might affect them if they drank it. They had a great sex life already, but perhaps this could make it even better. And they had such a kind neighbor who was willing to share this milk with them.

"Why don't the two of you sample the hucow milk tonight," Korina said. "If you are not impressed, feel free to ignore what I've told you. But if what I've said is true, I hope you'll consider using your influence to help me in my discussions with the Viscount. Deal?"

"Deal," Rachael and Adam said in unison.

***

Korina thanked Rachael and Adam for the lovely meal and she departed. After she left, Rachael and Adam returned to the dining room and stared at the two small bottles of hucow milk that Korina had given them. They both felt an electric sense of anticipation about what this so-called aphrodisiac might be like.

"How much do you think we should drink?" Rachael asked.

"I'm not sure," Adam replied, taking one of the small bottles into his hand. "It's our first time, so we may not want to overdo it. She said the effects are very strong."

Rachael smirked and picked up the other bottle of hucow milk. She opened the cap and inhaled its aroma, just as Korina had earlier. It smelled sweet and creamy. It also had an almost mystical spiciness that made Rachael's nostrils flare. A primal urge grew in Rachael's belly. She lifted the bottle to her lips and chugged all the hucow milk in a matter of seconds.

"Tsk, tsk. You always were an impatient one," Adam joked.

"You know me," Rachael said as she held the bottle suggestively and licked a few remaining droplets of the hucow milk from the rim. "I'm hungry for adventure."

"Far be it from me to argue," Adam said.

Adam drank his bottle of hucow milk just quickly as Rachael had. As soon as he swallowed the last drop of the deliciously thick liquid, his nostrils flared as well. He smelled something musky and appealing. In a matter of seconds, Adam recognized it.

"By the gods and goddesses, I can smell you," Adam said with a growing tone of desire. "It's intoxicating. I can smell you getting wet."

Adam's nose didn't lie. Rachael felt her pussy moistening. Her hand moved almost involuntarily to lift her dress. Rachael rubbed her fingers between her legs, and she realized she was rapidly soaking through her panties. In addition to her increasing wetness, she felt a pulsating wanton neediness in her clitoris.

"Oh my, this hucow milk works fast," Rachael gasped as she lightly brushed her fingertips over her clit.

Rachael's eyelids fluttered as she slipped a finger into her pussy. She also felt her husband's lustful eyes watching her. Rachael threw her head back and inhaled deeply, taking notice of a musky, masculine scent that suddenly filled the room.

"Ooh, I can smell you too, Adam," Rachael cooed as she rubbed and fingered herself. "You're getting hard, aren't you? I can smell the precum leaking out the tip of your cock. It smells so good."

By now, Adam's cock was a hard tentpole -- stretching his pants nearly to the point of bursting. He frantically removed his clothes and carelessly tossed them to the corner of the dining room. His cock guided him like a compass needle as he moved across the room toward his moaning, masturbating wife.

Rachael panted heavily as Adam embraced her and kissed her with wild, animalistic passion. Adam grabbed and squeezed Rachael's large DD-cup breasts, which were still confined within her pretty green dress. Then, without warning, Adam ripped Rachael's dress open, tearing a line in the fabric straight down from her cleavage to her skirt. The silky fabric fell away from her flushed skin.

In the back of her mind, Rachael remembered this green dress was one of her favorites. Now it was ruined. But she didn't care.

Adam fondled and held Rachael's bare breasts almost reverently. He took her right nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. Though no words were exchanged, Rachael knew Adam wished hucow milk was streaming from her breast, and she wished she could give it to him. But since Rachael's breasts contained no milk, Adam contented himself with lustily kissing and sucking on his wife's amazing big tits.

At the same time, Rachael reached down and stroked Adam's cock. It felt warm and powerful in her hands. Adam was well-equipped, and his cock stood about nine inches when fully engorged. Rachael had always counted herself lucky to have an attractive husband with such a massive member. Although in her heightened state of arousal, she wished it were even bigger. Bigger like the bull cock she had seen earlier.

"I want to eat your pussy, baby," Adam said. His words were a bit muffled as he continued to worship Rachael's tits with his mouth.

Rachael backed up to the dining room table and leaned back against it, bracing herself with her arms and spreading her legs. Adam sank to his knees and admired Rachael's well-manicured strip of red pubic hair. Then he ran his tongue across her soaking wet slit.

"That's it! Lick my pussy, Adam!" Rachael cried out. The room filled with sounds of Adam's frantic slurping and Rachael's cries of pleasure. Adam's tongue zeroed in on Rachael's clit, and he worked a finger into her hot wet hole. The wonderful pulsating sensation continued to build in Rachael's clit until it overwhelmed her, and she yelled, "Ohhhhh fuuuucccckkk, I'm cumming!"

The pace of Adam's licking and fingering slowed in the aftermath of Rachael's orgasm. For as long as they had been together, Adam had been adept at performing oral sex, and Rachael had always orgasmed easily. Yet they were both amazed by the intensity of her orgasm tonight under the influence of hucow milk. Rachael breathed heavily and basked in the afterglow as Adam softly kissed her thighs.

However, the hucow milk's effects had not even begun to wear off for either of them. In a matter of seconds, Rachael's pussy hungered for pleasure once again. And Adam's iron-hard cock had still not received any relief. Adam stood up before his wife and looked deeply into her eyes. A primal instinct grew inside them both.

No words were exchanged, but Rachael turned around and bent over dining room table. She laid her chest down on top of it, and her ripe breasts squished against its cool, varnished surface. Rachael wiggled her ass seductively, and she spread her legs to grant Adam access to her pussy. Adam's pupils dilated at the sight of his wife as she presented herself for mating.

Adam gave Rachael's ass a playful slap, causing her to yelp. Then Adam grabbed Rachael's hips and thrust his cock into her eager pussy. Adam felt an overpowering sense of delight as he drove his cock into Rachael's warm, wet hole. Rachael moaned and sighed as Adam's cock went deeper inside her with every thrust. Soon his balls were slapping rhythmically against her ass. Adam gripped Rachael's hips tighter and increased the tempo of their wanton, hucow milk-induced fucking.

"Yes! Fuck me like an animal!" Rachael yelled.

Rachael had never realized she enjoyed being fucked from behind so much. Something about it made her feel deliciously kinky and slutty. Rachael felt deeply connected with her instinctive, sexual urges -- in a way she hadn't been for a long time. She moaned and sighed as Adam ravaged her.

"Fuck yes, baby!" Adam exclaimed. "I'm going to shoot my cum deep inside you!"

Rachael felt Adam's cock beginning to twitch and jerk inside her. She knew he was close. The signs of Adam's impending orgasm caused the tingling in Rachael's clit to build to a crescendo once again as well. Rachael's pussy walls squeezed and pulsed as she reached her second climax.

"Do it! Fill me with your hot cum!" Rachael pleaded in the midst of her orgasm.

Adam groaned with pleasure and his cock shot streams of molten hot semen into his wife's quivering pussy. It was the most intense orgasm Adam ever had. He felt powerful and gratified. He gripped Rachael's hips tightly as he deposited the remaining spurts of his essence deep within her.

As their orgasms subsided, Adam withdrew his cock from Rachael's pussy. Rachael lifted herself off the dining room table and she turned to face her husband. Rachael's legs felt wobbly. She had never been so well fucked. A mixture of Adam's semen and Rachael's own juices ran down her thighs.

"Wow, that was incredible," Rachael whispered, putting her hands on Adam's face and pulling him into a tender post-coital kiss.

"It sure was," Adam agreed.

This was only a brief interlude though. Soon they retired to their bedroom and fucked many more times -- each time with nearly the same intensity as the first. Eventually, long after midnight, they collapsed into each other's arms from sheer exhaustion.

Clearly, Korina had told them the truth about hucow milk's mystical properties. As they drifted into sleep, they wondered how soon they could get their hands on more milk.