The Hucows of Emberhollow Ch. 02

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, big tits, lactation, and chubby/BBW fetish.

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Adam paced back and forth on the ramparts of the Viscount of Hesperia's castle. With deliberate eyes, he looked down and surveyed Hesperia's marketplace as it teemed with midday activity. Merchants and vendors barked at passersby, trying to entice them to spend their hard-earned gold.

The goods in Hesperia's provincial market were not as exotic or diverse as one might find in the faraway Imperial Capital. However, the bustle of commerce was a testament to Hesperia's status as an up-and-coming town in the untamed far western region of the Empire.

The warm noontime breeze tousled Adam's short sandy hair. He took a moment to adjust his well-fitted leather armor. The sleek armor featured four gold stripes on the shoulders, signifying Adam's rank as the Viscount's primary military advisor.

Adam fixed his gaze on the market's newest vendor stall. In front of the stall, a stunning raven-haired woman greeted curious shoppers and sold them small vials of white liquid. The woman was named Korina. She was a hucow who came to Hesperia to sell milk from a recently established settlement called Emberhollow Farm.

Korina had also recently moved into a house across the street from Adam and his wife, Rachael. Two nights ago, Korina gave two bottles of hucow milk -- a very rare and potent aphrodisiac -- to Adam and Rachael. In exchange, Korina had asked them to help her get an audience with the Viscount.

The hucow milk certainly made an impression on Adam and Rachael. After drinking it, they had fucked like wild orcs. Korina had not exaggerated the milk's power to unleash uncontrollable lust. So, true to their word, Rachael and Adam spoke to the Viscount and scheduled an audience for Korina later in the week.

Adam leaned on the rampart and kept a close eye on Korina. Although Adam was very much in love with his wife, he was beguiled by Korina. He had never met a hucow before. Indeed, like most people, he had assumed hucows no longer existed -- wiped out a century ago. Yet here she was.

Korina lived up to all the ancient legends about hucows. She was larger than life in every way. At six feet tall, she stood head and shoulders over most other women in Hesperia's marketplace. Korina also had the pointed ears and regal bearing of an elf -- holdovers from her old life before she had chosen to be transformed into a hucow.

Today, Korina wore a silky purple dress that flattered her strikingly curvaceous figure. The dress was tight enough that Adam could see the outline of her plump, well-proportioned ass, as well as the bulge of a slightly chubby tummy. Most notable, however, were Korina's monumentally large breasts. The low-cut dress strained to contain Korina's enormous, fleshy orbs. Adam wondered what those magnificent mammaries looked like under that dress.

Suddenly, Adam's reverie was interrupted by the sound of shouting in the marketplace. He saw Korina's eyes widen with surprise as a group of about two dozen menacing figures approached her. Two men at the head of the group pointed their fingers angrily at her.

"Shit, we've got trouble," Adam said to himself, quickly heading down the stairs from the castle rampart and toward street level.

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Korina stood her ground in front of her vendor stall. Her face hardened with stony resolve as the mob surrounded her. The angry group was led by two men in black-and-red cloaks. One of them wore a mitre hat, had a long white beard, and carried a wicked-looking silver staff tipped with sharpened green jewels. Their followers were ordinary townsfolk -- mostly men, but a few women -- who seemed just as agitated as their leaders.

"I am Prelate Licinius of the Siriex Temple," announced the bearded man with the mitre hat and the staff. "In the name of our almighty god Siriex -- lord of virtue and rectitude -- I demand to know why you are in this town, cow."

"I am Korina, an envoy of Emberhollow Farm," Korina replied sternly. "I am here to sell goods from the Farm and to forge diplomatic relations with the town of Hesperia."

Many gods and goddesses were worshipped throughout the Empire. However, Siriex was by far the most dour deity in the pantheon. He was a harsh god, and those who worshipped him often had an outsized view of their own righteousness and authority. Prelate Licinius surely viewed himself as the arbiter of morality in Hesperia.

Licinius brushed dismissively past Korina and peered at her vendor stall. Then he picked up one of the vials of white liquid and held it aloft for his followers to see.

"Is this what I think it is?" Licinius asked with a sneer.

"It is hucow milk," Korina replied.

Licinius's small band of followers murmured with disapproval. Licinius toyed with the vial of hucow milk in his long, skeletal fingers. His eyes narrowed to examine it. Then he opened the vial, dabbed a bit of the milk onto his thumb, and tasted it.

"Bah! 'Tis true!" Licinius cried, spitting the milk out of his mouth. "This milk is the sinful secretion of hucow temptresses!"

"There is nothing sinful about hucow milk," Korina challenged him. "It is merely a small pleasure that we offer to those who wish to partake. No more, no less."

The other man wearing a black and red robe came forward and stood by Licinius. The townspeople of Hesperia knew him all too well -- he was Vicar Mordane. Mordane was a short, hunched, balding man who looked as though he had never known a moment's happiness in his entire life. His face was a mask of bitterness and grievance.

Mordane grabbed a handful of hucow milk vials from Korina's vendor stall and threw them to the ground, smashing them. Wasted milk and shards of glass littered the cobblestone street.

"Hucows are filthy creatures that bring moral decay wherever they go," Mordane said disdainfully. "Woe betide anyone who associates with them!"

"You foolish little man!" Korina seethed. Her proud diplomatic bearing gave way to rage. Her eyes were like fire and her ample chest heaved. She approached Mordane -- towering over him -- and she stared down at him like a giantess about to squash a bug.

The crowd of Siriex worshippers grew meaner and more unruly by the second. They jeered at Korina and shouted unspeakable obscenities at her. Meanwhile, other merchants and shoppers in the marketplace backed away, fearing a fight would break out. They did not join the mob, but did they step in to stop it either.

"You'll have to forgive Vicar Mordane," Licinius said mockingly to Korina. "He believes strongly in edicts of Siriex, and he ardently defends the good people of Hesperia against all threats."

Suddenly, a powerful voice rose from behind the crowd of Licinius and Morande's zeolots.

"This woman is no threat to our town," Adam boomed. "In the name of the Viscount, I order this crowd to disperse."

The crowd parted down the middle as Adam -- wearing a shortsword on his belt -- approached Licinius, Mordane, and Korina. With a wave of his hand, Adam called forth a regiment of town guards whom the mob, in their anger, hadn't even noticed entering the marketplace. The guards surrounded the Siriex worshippers, who now fell silent.

"Arrest her! This woman is a licentious cow here to lead us all into temptation," Licinius hissed.

"Don't you wish," Korina retorted, rolling her eyes.

"People are free to make their own choices," Adam said. "It seems you and your little band of followers have chosen not to purchase anything from this merchant. That's fine. But you can't stop anyone else. And you can't intimidate her or drive her out of town."

"Apostate!" Vicar Mordane spat at Adam.

"Spare me your pronouncements," Adam said, his hand now on the hilt of his shortsword. "Haven't you noticed the pews in the Temple of Siriex have gotten emptier and emptier as years have gone by? People don't care for your fire-and-brimstone extremism anymore."

Morande stepped forward and prepared for a fight, but Licinius held up his arm to stop him.

"Very well, we will depart," Prelate Licinius said. For a moment, he seemed like he wanted to say more -- perhaps a parting threat -- but he glanced nervously at the well-armed guards surrounding his followers and he thought better of it.

The Siriex worshippers exited the marketplace quietly. Some still had angry looks on their faces, but they were no longer shouting or making a scene. The other merchants and shoppers in the marketplace gradually resumed their business, since the spectacle of the near-riot was now over. Then several of the guards under Adam's command took positions up and down the thoroughfare to ensure no further trouble arose.

"Thank you for resolving that," Korina said to Adam.

"I'm not sure it is resolved," Adam replied with a shake of his head. "Licinius and Mordane are a persistent problem. Their followers are few in number, but they're all nuts. If it's okay with you, I'd like to keep a few guards posted near your vendor stall, just to make sure you're safe."

"I appreciate that," Korina said with a grateful smile. "Although after all that excitement, I think I may take the rest of the day off."

"I'll walk you home," Adam said.

***

Korina unlocked the front door of her townhouse and invited Adam inside. Since Korina had only moved in a few days ago, the living area was still cluttered with boxes and crates. However, the walls were adorned with splendid elvish art. Adam's eyes were immediately drawn to an ornamental tapestry that hung over the fireplace.

"I see you're settling into your new home," Adam remarked.

"Yes, I'm nearly done unpacking. Although I'm sure you can tell from the artwork that I'm more of a 'decorate first, unpack the basics later' sort of person," Korina said.

Adam admired a painting of a nude elf maiden. She was a slender woman with dark black hair and bright blue eyes, standing in a traditional elvish garden adorned with flowers. For a moment, Adam though this might be a portrait of Korina before her transformation into a hucow. It looked a lot like her, but Adam wasn't sure -- and he was still too modest to ask.

Then Adam turned his attention back to the tapestry above the fireplace. In its center were two hands locked in a handshake, surrounded a golden circle depicting various items -- a ploughshare, a sword, a spellbook, a symbol of Imperial currency, and many others.

"This tapestry is the emblem of the Elven Diplomatic Corps" Adam remarked, taking a corner of the velvety fabric into his hand.

He was familiar with this symbol from his days studying at the Imperial Military Academy. Although the elvish provinces were part of the Empire, they retained many of their own governmental functions -- including the Diplomatic Corps. The Corps was renowned for its ability to entice adversaries into agreements that seemed impossible.

"Yes, that's a memento from my pre-hucow life," Korina said as she returned with two glasses of wine and handed one to Adam. "I served in the Corps for seven years. Sadly, my diplomatic skills didn't help much in the marketplace today."

"I doubt even the most experienced diplomats in the Empire could bring Licinius and Mordane to heel," Adam mused. "Why did you leave the Corps?"

"During my travels for the Corps, I met several hucows -- the ones who eventually founded our new Emberhollow Farm," Korina explained. "Since they were starting a new community from scratch, they needed talented people from many backgrounds. My diplomatic experience made me an attractive recruit for them. Now I get to be useful -- truly useful -- by doing things like coming here to Hesperia to represent our Farm."

Korina sat down on an overstuffed leather couch and beckoned Adam to join her. He sat a polite distance from her. Internally, he reminded himself to not to get caught staring at her large hucow breasts, which were accentuated wonderfully by her lovely purple dress.

"But of course when you joined the Farm, that also meant... transforming," Adam added as delicately as he could.

"Yes, it did," Korina laughed, as she leaned alluringly toward him. "By the way, how did you and Rachael enjoy the hucow milk?"

Adam's cock stirred involuntarily under his leather armor. Partly due to the memory of how Rachael and he had fucked all night long after they drank the hucow milk. But also due to the sight of Korina's ample hucow cleavage. Korina nudged herself further toward Adam. She was so close now that Adam swore he could feel the heat from her body.

"It blew our minds, among other things," Adam said. "It's very powerful stuff. Although I couldn't help but notice the glass vials of hucow milk you were selling in the market today were quite a bit smaller than the big bottles you gave Rachael and me the other night."

"Forgive me for that," Korina laughed as she gently put her hand on Adam's leg. "Entire bottles of hucow milk are probably overkill for humans. But I was trying to prove to you and Rachael that I offer something desirable."

"It's, umm, very desirable," Adam said. "And we're keeping our end of the bargain too. Rachael and I arranged your audience with the Viscount."

"I'm very pleased to hear that," Korina said as she ran her hand up Adam's thigh. Then Korina leaned forward, arched her back, and sighed, "But all this talk about hucow milk reminds me, it's almost time for me to milk myself."

Before Adam could say anything, Korina rose off the couch and strutted across the room. She reached into a crate, pulled out two ornate silver jugs, and then set them down on a table in front of her -- smirking as she did so.

Korina wiggled ever so slightly as she stood up, and she raised her hands slowly up her chest. She knew Adam was desperate to see her tits. Korina reveled in the power she held over him right now.

"Would you like to see where hucow milk comes from, Adam?" Korina asked with feigned innocence.

Adam could only nod silently in agreement. His was rendered speechless by what was happening right before his eyes. His breathing got deeper as Korina started rubbing her breasts, which were still encased within the purple fabric of her dress. Korina dug her fingertips into the soft, malleable flesh of her enormous boobs. She closed her eyes, leaned her head back, and moaned softly.

"I'm so full of milk right now," Korina purred. She grasped the fabric along the top of her dress. For a moment, she tugged playfully at the neckline. Then she pulled it down and exposed her massive breasts.

Korina's breasts were by far the largest Adam had ever seen. His wife, Rachael, had big tits -- she wore a DD cup. But Korina's boobs were perhaps three times that size. They looked so immense and soft and beautiful. Adam had always been a breast man, and this gorgeous hucow was the epitome of everything he wanted.

Dark, reddish-brown nipples protruded from Korina's tits. As a hucow, her nipples were notably bigger and longer than those of an average human or elf woman. And the nipples were surrounded by large, succulent areolas. Korina grazed her fingertips in circles around her right nipple. Then she gently tugged and squeezed it. A strong stream of milk shot out. Some of the milk went into the jugs Korina had laid out before her, but much of it spilled onto the tabletop.

"Oh my gods and goddesses," Adam gasped.

Adam's cock stiffened. Even from across the room, he could smell the sweet, creamy aroma of hucow milk. The sight of this beautiful elven hucow milking herself was driving him wild. He salivated at the prospect of drinking her delicious milk.

Now Korina cradled both of her ripe, spectacular breasts in her hands, and she began milking both her breasts at once. Each gentle tug on her nipples sent spurts of milk into the air. Korina sighed contentedly as she unloaded the burden that had been confined inside her tits.

Within moments, the jugs on the table contained a fair amount of her mystical white hucow milk. However, puddles quickly formed around the jugs from when Korina's streams of milk missed the mark.

"Oh, what a mess," Korina cooed. "It's sometimes hard for me to aim. Would you like to help me, Adam?"

"There's nothing I'd like more," Adam said huskily, rising from the couch and approaching Korina. He came up behind her, and she delicately grasped his hands and brought them up to her breasts.

"Just tug gently on my nipples like this," Korina whispered, guiding Adam's fingers.

Korina's tits felt so big and pillowy soft in Adam's hands. He tugged at Korina's nipples as she instructed, but he also took the opportunity to squeeze and massage her massive tit flesh. Though he still wore his armor, Adam's loins were now grinding against Korina's juicy ass. They swayed in unison with each other as he coaxed the milk from her boobs.

"You know, a hucow always produces more milk when she's in heat," Korina panted. "And you've got me so hot. The only way to get me hotter is if you fuck me while you milk me."

"I want you so badly, Korina," Adam replied as he kissed Korina's neck and licked the lobe of one of her pointed ears.

"I want you too," Korina agreed, taking his hands into hers. "Follow me."

With her tits still hanging out the front of her dress, Korina took Adam by the hand and led him upstairs to her bedroom. The bedroom was elegantly appointed, with finely woven elvish rugs on the floor, high cathedral ceilings, a small fireplace in the corner, and a lavish oversized bed. A golden, summery light filled the room from the windows.

Most notably, next to Korina's bed, there was a unique piece of furniture.

"This is my milking rig," Korina said as she gestured to the strange object. "I'll use it while you fuck me."

The milking rig was L-shaped -- configured similarly to the weight benches Adam knew well from the military gym. It had a small seat on one end, and the larger section of it was raised up diagonally. Unlike a weight bench though, two nipple-sized slots protruded from either side of the upright diagonal section. The slots were attached to transparent tubes that fed down to a large jug to collect the milk.

With one graceful motion Korina undid her dress and it fell to the floor, revealing the most lusciously feminine body Adam had ever seen. Korina's enormous hucow breasts jutted out proudly from her chest and hung nearly down to her belly.

Adam admired Korina's full-figured form. If the slender elven maiden in the portrait downstairs had indeed been Korina, then her transformation into a hucow had clearly made her curvier and more voluptuous in every way. Aside from her enlarged hucow breasts, Korina had a beautifully plump body. Korina was not fat by any means, but she had nice thick thighs, deliciously puffy hips, a big bouncy ass, and a chubby little tummy.

Korina's supremely buxom shape made Adam's cock smolder with desire. In addition to being a breast man, Adam had always been a bit of a chubby chaser. His wife, Rachael, was always diligent about maintaining a trim waistline, despite Adam's veiled assurances that she needn't worry if she gained a few pounds. Korina's plush hucow body was precisely what turned Adam on.

Korina helped Adam undo the straps of his armor and his undergarments. Then they embraced and kissed intensely as their hands explored each other's bodies. Adam's muscular, sinewy soldier's body was an ideal contrast with Korina's soft fertility-goddess-like figure.

Korina stroked Adam's rock-hard cock while he rubbed her big, soft hucow tits. Adam sucked her right nipple into his mouth and his eyes rolled back in his head as he tasted her milk. For a long moment, Adam voraciously devoured Korina's delicious, lust-inducing milk.

"Easy there, big boy," Korina joked as Adam drank deeply. "Seems like you're aroused enough without needing any more aphrodisiac effects from my milk. Let's get on the milking rig."

Adam was momentarily disappointed when Korina withdrew her nipple from his mouth. But his disappointment faded quickly as Korina led him over to the milking rig and sat him down on it. Then she straddled above Adam's lap, facing away from him. Korina positioned her heaving hucow udders onto the two nipple-sized slots on the sides of the rig, then she lowered herself down onto Adam's lap, taking his hard cock in her hand and carefully guiding it into her dripping wet pussy.

They both groaned in pleasure as Adam's cock slid fully into Korina. Korina wriggled her hips and slowly began riding Adam. With both hands, she squeezed her tits and shot her hucow milk into the tubes of the milking rig. She hadn't been exaggerating that hucows in heat produce more milk while fucking. In her heightened state of arousal, the rig's transparent tubes turned completely white with all the milk she was pumping.

Adam thrust himself faster and faster upward into Korina's pussy. He reached his arms around her and rubbed her clitoris, causing her to moan and gyrate enthusiastically. In his ardor, Adam also put his other hand on Korina's chubby belly. At first, he did it to pull Korina's body closer to his, and to keep their rhythm in sync. But once his hand was there, he began to caress and squeeze her wonderfully squishy little tummy.

"So that's what he likes... excellent," Korina thought inwardly. Her cunning mind noted this detail for later, and she kept right on riding him.

"Cum inside me, Adam," Korina moaned.

"Are you sure?" Adam asked, continuing to thrust wildly into her.

"Yes, I drink will-o-the-wisp potion daily to prevent pregnancy. And besides, only bull sperm is strong enough to impregnate a hucow. Human sperm could never do it," Korina said.

Adam wasn't sure to be relieved or offended by that. Regardless, it was an invitation for him to cum inside this glorious hucow, and he wasn't going to overthink it. With one hand on Korina's belly and another on her clit, Adam kept pumping his cock up into her warm, wet pussy. He felt the fire of his orgasm building in his balls and the base of his cock.

Adam's vision blurred as his cock erupted inside Korina. Neither of them could see how much cum he was shooting, but it was surely an extraordinary amount. Even Korina was impressed as she felt Adam's cum coating the inner walls of her pussy. It wasn't nearly as much cum as a bull would produce, but it was quite a lot for a regular human man.

Korina relished the ability she had to drive men like Adam wild. This feeling of power, combined with the sheer carnal bliss of their fucking, drove Korina over the edge too.

"Yes, I'm cumming!" Korina cried out loudly.

With Adam's fingers furiously massaging her clit, Korina shouted in pleasure. She arched her back and her tits fell out of the milking rig's slots. As Korina's orgasm rocked her body, her gigantic quivering breasts shot huge jets of milk into the air. It was only after her ecstasy waned that the flow of milk slowed to a trickle and finally stopped.

"I'd say our friendship has taken on a whole new dimension," Adam said as he gathered his breath.

When Adam had first met Korina and agreed to assist her in Hesperia, he hadn't dared hope he would ever be with her like this. Yet now he cradled her well-milked breasts reverentially in his hands. He was in awe of this gorgeous hucow.

"Yes, indeed," Korina said as she leaned back and kissed him. "I look forward to seeing you again very soon, Adam."