The Hucows of Emberhollow Ch. 03

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

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Korina and Rachael waited expectantly in the Viscount's private sitting room -- a bright, luxurious space in the central tower of Hesperia's castle. The walls were adorned with awards and mementos of the Viscount's successes as a mid-level Imperial official. The Viscount had a habit of making his guests wait for him, and the objects on display were meant to impress his visitors before he arrived.

As an official in the Viscount's treasury, Rachael was especially familiar with the commemorative trinkets the Viscount received when he signed new trade agreements. A dragonscale chalice the Orcish Syndicate. A silver rapier from the blacksmith's guild. A gold pitchfork from the union of provincial farmers.

A more macabre trophy caught Korina's attention though. A goblin skull sat ominously on a small pedestal. The skull was a testament to Hesperia's origin as a wilderness fort during the Repatriation War.

A century ago, Hesperia was on the front line of the war. Although the region was largely devoid of humans, elves, dwarves, or orcs in those days, the Empire historically considered this area part of its divinely ordained territory. At the same time, the Goblin Confederacy took advantage of the Empire's neglect, and goblins settled throughout the region.

The Repatriation War began when the Mad Emperor Regulus and his advisors -- who worshipped the angry god Siriex -- decided to reconquer the lands that had been occupied by the goblins. The war was horrific. On one side, Imperial religious extremists waged a campaign of ethnic cleaning to expel the goblins. On the other side, the goblins committed brutal atrocities against Imperial citizens.

The bloody slaughter ended with an Imperial victory, and the goblins were largely driven out of the surrounding province. However, some underground goblin enclaves still survived in the wilderness. Even now, travelers on the roads were still wary of goblin attacks.

Suddenly the doors of the sitting room flung open and the Viscount toddled inside. He was a merry old dwarf with a ruddy face and an unruly grey beard. Despite his rank, he wore relatively modest clothing typical of Hesperia's shopkeepers. He also kept a magnifying glass tucked in his belt -- partly to compensate for his failing eyesight, and partly to symbolize his attention to detail in negotiations.

"Welcome, welcome!" the Viscount boomed. "I apologize for my tardiness. I had a working lunch with the steward of the mining guild, and that man is always full of piss and vinegar."

"Umm, no problem, my lord," Rachael said. "Thank you for taking the time to meet us. Allow me to present one of Hesperia's newest merchants. Her name is..."

"Yes, yes, Korina!" the Viscount said, clasping Korina's hand and shaking it firmly. "Believe me, word spread quickly of a hucow arriving in town. Very quickly indeed. May I say, you are even more lovely than I imagined."

The Viscount invited Korina and Rachael to sit on two padded leather chairs. The Viscount then hoisted himself onto his own chair, which was taller than the guest chairs so the dwarvish Viscount could be eye-to-eye with his guests.

"I am an envoy from my people," Korina began. "I represent a small settlement of hucows and bulls, known as Emberhollow Farm. My aim is twofold. First, I am here as a merchant selling the Farm's products. Second, the Farm wishes to establish trade and defense relationships with your town of Hesperia."

The Viscount stroked his beard and curled his lip. He took his magnifying glass off his belt and began gently thumping it on the arm of his chair. It was one of his nervous habits.

"Hesperia is always looking for new partnerships," the Viscount said hesitantly. "Although I must confess, I am surprised by the sudden appearance of a hucow. I thought hucows were wiped out in the Repatriation War."

"Indeed, hucows were nearly wiped out. But a few survived, and now we are reconstituting our numbers," Korina said. "Yet we remember the horrors of the past. That's why we're pursuing a defense agreement with Hesperia. History shows that hucows have many enemies, and we need all the friends we can get."

"Speaking of hucows' enemies, I heard Prelate Licinius and Vicar Mordane gave you a rude welcome in the marketplace the other day," the Viscount said. "Please know that although I'm an Imperial official, I pay no mind to that old-fashioned Siriex nonsense. I worship other deities in the Imperial Pantheon -- particularly Ashtaria and Marisis, the goddesses of wisdom and commerce."

"I also have deep reverence for those goddesses," Korina agreed.

The Viscount nodded approvingly. He never trusted potential business partners who didn't at least acknowledge his favorite deities. Aside from Korina's proper respect for the goddesses of trade, the Viscount was quite taken by Korina herself. She seemed to have the crafty resolve of the most hardnosed businesswoman, but also the seductive allure of slinky siren. The Viscount had never encountered anyone quite like her.

"My husband Adam and I have gotten very well acquainted with Korina," Rachael interjected. "She is of exceptional character. I recommend we strongly consider entering into an agreement with her Farm."

"Ah yes," the Viscount said. "Adam shared his high opinion of Korina as well. I trust you and Adam implicitly, so your recommendations carry weight. However, I'm curious what the details of an arrangement with the Farm might include."

"Their chief export, hucow milk, is a luxury product that's sure to sell well in Hesperia," Rachael said.

The Viscount laughed and pulled a small, nearly empty vial of hucow milk from his pocket. The old dwarf took pride in always being prepared for negotiations, so he had sent a servant to purchase some milk from Korina's shop yesterday. He and the Viscountess sampled it last night and experienced passion they hadn't felt since their youth.

"Hucow milk is truly a wonderful aphrodisiac," the Viscount said boisterously. "But patience, Rachael. We must not allow ourselves to be swayed by carnal pleasures alone."

"Indeed, my lord," Rachael agreed reluctantly.

Korina pulled an envelope from her bag. The envelope was sealed with red wax stamped with a signet image resembling cow. She handed the letter to the Viscount, who promptly broke the seal, removed the letter, and raised his magnifying glass to read it.

"This letter is from the High Priestesses that govern Emberhollow Farm," Korina explained. "In it, you will find the Farm's proposal to trade hucow milk and dairy products. In exchange, we request preferential access to Hesperia's construction materials and military equipment."

"An intriguing proposal," the Viscount said, still examining the letter with his magnifying glass.

"We also want to enter a defense pact with Hesperia," Korina said. "The Farm is many miles upriver, in the untamed wilderness. We have already encountered bandits and goblins. Our Farm has powerful mages and strong fighters, but our numbers are small. We hope that if greater perils present themselves, Hesperia will come to our aid. In return, we can benefit Hesperia, since the Farm's location makes it an extra line of defense against the barbarous dangers of the north."

The Viscount sat silently for a few moments, considering his response.

"Sounds like a good deal to me!" Rachael said hopefully.

"Patience, Rachael," the Viscount said with a half-smile. "It does sound like an advantageous deal for both sides. However, no one from Hesperia has yet laid eyes on this Emberhollow Farm, nor spoken with the High Priestesses who rule it."

"We welcome you to visit," Korina said to the Viscount.

"An enticing invitation," the Viscount giggled. "However, I am an old man, and my traveling days are behind me. Instead, I will send envoys to the Farm to investigate whether it can hold up its end of the agreement."

Rachael shifted nervously in her seat. However, Korina sat stoically with an expression of serene calm. The Viscount heaved himself out of his chair and hobbled over to his trophies. In one hand, he grasped the dragonscale chalice, and in the other he snatched up the goblin skull.

"This proposed agreement is about commerce and defense," the Viscount said, glancing first at the chalice and then at the skull. "So I think it appropriate to dispatch Rachael -- my finest accountant -- and her husband Adam -- my best military advisor."

Rachael nodded silently in agreement. She did her best to maintain a neutral facial expression, and not to betray her enthusiasm for this assignment. The Viscount had already cautioned her to be patient. Indeed, she should be patient. She was a respected professional who had worked on many of the Viscount's previous dealings. She was trained to be a cold-blooded negotiator.

Nevertheless, this assignment felt different. A visit to the Farm! It was a chance to see the source of delectable hucow milk. Perhaps even a chance to see those strapping bulls again. Rachael's mind raced with anticipation.

"Very well, my lord," Rachael said with a gleam in her eyes. "Korina, Adam, and I will make arrangements for this fact-finding trip."

***

In her excitement, Rachael buzzed like a bee down the castle's long hallways. Korina followed a few steps behind. Rachael peppered her with questions about the journey, what she should pack, and how soon they could hit the road.

In her haste, Rachael rounded a corner quickly and bumped into a woman carrying a stack of books. The books fell everywhere.

"Yikes!" Rachael exclaimed. "I'm sorry, Alexandria. Let me help you pick those up."

"Oh, no problem, Rachael," the bespectacled, brown-haired, eclectically dressed woman replied. "It's always a pleasure to see you."

Korina knelt down to help with the books as well. As she leaned forward, Alexandria's eyes widened as Korina's large hucow breasts seemed almost ready to spill out of her dress. Alexandria adjusted her glasses and stared at Korina's impressive anatomy.

"I'm Korina, a hucow from Emberhollow Farm," Korina said, extending a hand to Alexandria.

"Oh, right," Rachael said, realizing she should make introductions. "Korina, this is Alexandra. She's one of the Viscount's astronomers."

Rachael regarded Alexandria like a quirky and sometimes irritating little sister. Ever since Rachael arrived in Hesperia several years ago, Alexandria had followed Rachael around and went out of her way to ingratiate herself. Rachael liked Alexandria and considered her a friend. But Alexandria was spacey -- even for an astronomer.

"Wow, those moons must have their own gravitational field," Alexandria said as she stared at Korina's breasts. "You even give Rachael a run for her money."

"Alexandria!" Rachael exclaimed in embarrassment.

"It's okay," Korina laughed. "As a hucow, I'm used to receiving such attention."

Korina looked at the titles of Alexandria's as she picked them up. Some were inscrutable scientific tomes. However, others dealt with more practical matters, such as maintaining the calendar, reading star signs, and predicting the weather.

Korina realized Alexandria must be very useful. Very useful indeed. She made a note to speak to Alexandria again in the future.

***

Rachael threw open the doors of her well-appointed office and invited Korina inside. The office was in the far corner of the Viscount's castle, offering the seclusion and peace and quiet that Rachael needed for her accounting work. Rachael grabbed a small travel bag from the shelf and excitedly began packing for her trip to the Farm.

"Sorry again about Alexandria," Rachael said. "She's nice, but a little loony sometimes."

Korina nodded in agreement, though she quickly changed the subject.

"I'm excited for you and Adam to visit the Farm," Korina said. "You'll get to meet all my friends and colleagues."

"I'm excited too!" Rachael beamed. Ever since she and Adam had sampled the wonderfully erotic hucow milk, Rachael's mind was consumed by the idea of an entire community of hucows and bulls.

Rachael packed up several ledgers totaling Hesperia's economy and trade. Surely the High Priestesses would be impressed by what Hesperia had to offer. They simply had to be. Rachael was normally a level-headed accountant, but she wanted deep in her soul for her town's budding relationship with the Emberhollow Farm to succeed.

Suddenly, Rachael's attention was interrupted when Korina put a small object on the desk -- a shiny, jade statuette.

"I wanted to give you this," Korina said calmly. "It's a small token of my appreciation for all your help."

"It's lovely," Rachael said, picking it up and examining it more closely.

"It was carved by Stephen, the bull you met the other day," Korina added. "He is our finest artist."

Rachael blushed at the thought of Stephen. Over the past several days, he popped up regularly in Rachael's daydreams and fantasies. In some ways, her attraction to Stephen was similar to her attraction to her husband, Adam. She admired Stephen's powerful physique. But the fact he was an accomplished artist made Stephen even more intriguing to Rachael.

The jade statuette was intricate carving of two individuals -- a hucow and a bull -- standing side-by-side. Both were nude. The hucow was replete with seductive curves. She had very large breasts, wide hips, a plump belly, and a big round ass. The bull was strikingly muscular and rugged. He had well-defined pecs, biceps, and legs like tree trunks. What Rachael noticed most through was the bull's big erect cock standing straight out. She slowly brushed her fingers across it.

"Tell me about the hucows and bulls on your farm," Rachael said, continuing to stare at the carving.

"There are a few dozen of us," Korina said. "A handful are purebred hucows, descended from those who survived the Repatriation War. But most are like me -- people who chose to be transformed into hucows or bulls."

"What was the transformation like for you?" Rachael asked. "What... what did it feel like?"

"It felt wonderful," Korina said, raising her hand up and gently caressing her breasts through the fabric of her dress. "It made me feel very feminine and very powerful at the same time."

"I'm guessing it made you... bigger?" Rachael said.

"Oh yes," Korina replied, continuing to fondle her own breasts. "Before my transformation, when I was an elf, I wore a C-cup. Now I'm a L-cup."

Rachael glanced down at her own DD-cup sized breasts. For a moment, she wondered how much bigger she could get if she transformed into a hucow. But then she caught herself. She was a professional in the service of the Viscount of Hesperia. She certainly wasn't going to become a hucow!

"Umm, it looks like the men get quite a bit bigger too," Rachael said, hardly believing the words coming out of her own mouth. Her curiosity was getting the better of her.

"They certainly do," Korina said silkily. "The bulls are all very well endowed. Now that I live here in Hesperia, I confess I do miss spending time with them."

The image of Stephen entered Rachael's mind again. Although he had been dressed normally, Rachael had seen the contours of his majestic bull cock through his pants. Rachael felt herself getting hot and wet just thinking about it. Once more, Rachael brushed a finger around the bull cock on the small statuette Korina had just given her.

"So do you get to fuck the bulls?" Rachael asked. Again, she was surprised at her own impertinence. She almost apologized and withdrew the question. But she needed to know.

"We have a free and open society on the Farm," Korina replied, unfazed by the straightforwardness of Rachael's questions. "Everyone is free to be with whoever they want, whenever they want. As long as the parties involved give their consent, there are no restrictions."

"So you can be with any bulls you want? And you can even be with other hucows too?" Rachael asked, before shaking her head and chiding herself again for her brazenness. "I'm sorry, I really shouldn't be asking such lurid questions."

"No, it's okay," Korina said reassuringly. "It's only natural to be curious. After all, part of your official mission from the Viscount is to investigate our Farm."

"I don't know if he necessarily wants me to investigate every aspect of the Farm," Rachael replied playfully. "But... ever since I drank hucow milk the other night and I felt its amazing effects, I swear my thoughts have been consumed with sex."

"That's very common," Korina said. "Although the immediate effects of hucow milk fade quickly, people who drink it usually feel more in touch with their sexuality -- and they soon want more."

That summed up Rachael's situation perfectly. Drinking hucow milk -- and the sexual ecstasy that followed -- unlocked urges in Rachael that she had long tried to bury or ignore. Rachael had always been a very sexual person, but her past experiences had taught her to hide the part of herself. She had buried it as deeply as she could.

Years ago, when she was a student at the Imperial University, Rachael went through a phase when she had many boyfriends, and even a few girlfriends. However, that phase came to an end though when she learned she had earned the nickname of "Rachael the slut."

She heard the whispers. She read the notes. It became too much.

In her embarrassment, Rachael had curtailed her adventurous sexual exploration. Eventually, she met Adam and committed to a monogamous relationship with him. She loved him, and they had a good marriage. They had settled into a happy enough life. Although, somewhere in the back of her mind, "Rachael the slut" still craved more. So much more.

As Rachael fondled the small statuette and lost herself in reverie, Korina deftly shut the doors of Rachael's office. The office was secluded enough that she was sure no one could overhear them -- but no sense taking any chances.

"It seems like hucow milk had a profound affect on you," Korina said as she ran a finger along the low-cut neckline of her own dress. "Would you like some more?"

Korina stepped forward and gently took Rachael's hand into her own. Rachael gasped and gazed into Korina's eyes. Korina's voluptuous hucow tits strained within her dress, and Rachael's pussy moistened at the prospect of how much the delicious hucow milk was inside them.

"Yes, I want more hucow milk," Rachael whispered breathlessly. "I want it."

With a smile, Korina pulled her dress downward and exposed her massive breasts. Rachael panted with anticipation. She put both her hands on Korina's exposed tits. Rachael rubbed Korina's breasts, exploring their ample softness. Korina's breathing quickened. Then Rachael tugged greedily on the large, erect nipples at the center of Korina's bosom. She chirped excitedly as milk squirted out. Rachael licked around Korina's right nipple before taking it fully into her mouth.

"Ohhh yes," Korina sighed as Rachael drank from her.

Korina felt her milk flooding out of her nipple and into Rachael's mouth. Korina lowered her hand down between Rachael's legs, lifted her dress, and noted agreeably that Rachael had soaked entirely through her panties. Rachael was already turned on, but the aphrodisiac effect of hucow milk quickly drove her absolutely wild. The more Rachael slurped up Korina's creamy milk, the more excited she got. Drinking hucow milk from a bottle was arousing, but drinking milk directly from Korina was far more intense and erotic.

Korina undid Rachael's dress and let it fall to the floor. Then she worked a finger into Rachael's sopping wet pussy. Rachael moaned deeply, but her mouth remained greedily affixed to Korina's heaving breast. Warmth coursed through Rachael's entire body. All she wanted was hucow milk and sex -- the rest of the world was a million miles away.

Rachael moved her hand down between Korina's legs too. She lifted Korina's skirt and she began frantically rubbing. Both women moaned in delight at each other's ministrations. Rachael also realized vaguely that, by now, she must have drank nearly a pint of Korina's milk. However, that realization seemed trivial compared to the impending orgasm she felt building within her.

"Fuck, Korina!" Rachael cried out in pleasure, as hucow milk dripped down her chin.

Between the deliciously sexual properties of Korina's milk and the expert movements of Korina's fingers on her clit, Rachael was driven over the edge. She threw her head back as her orgasm overwhelmed all her senses.

As her ecstasy subsided, Rachael rested her head between Korina's big, soft hucow tits. Rachael felt lucky to have such an amazing friend who helped her rediscover the sensual parts of herself. It was like suddenly hearing a favorite song that she hadn't heard in years. Rachael hadn't realized how much she had missed her sexual freedom.

However, almost as soon as her orgasm faded, Rachael wanted even more. She quickly yanked down Korina's dress and pulled her into a passionate kiss. Korina shuddered and her tits jiggled as Rachael ravished her.

The two women were now totally nude. They stood chest-to-chest and fondled each other's breasts and compared sizes. Korina pressed her massive hucow tits against Rachael's ample human tits. Rachael was accustomed to being one of the biggest breasted women in Hesperia, but she felt positively small compared to Korina. Korina playfully squeezed her own nipples and shot streams of hucow milk onto Rachael's chest. They rubbed their breasts against each other until they were each covered in Korina's warm, creamy milk.

Rachael kissed Korina energetically, wrapping her tongue around her friend's. Then Rachael lowered her lips and kissed and sucked at Korina's neck, eliciting a lustful moan from the beautiful hucow. A deliciously naughty thought formed in Rachael's mind.

"It's not just your milk that I want to taste," Rachael said as she prompted Korina to sit in a nearby chair.

Rachael dropped to her knees and pulled Korina's legs apart. She licked her lips as she admired Korina's pussy. Using her fingers, Rachael spread Korina's pussy lips and gazed into her tight pink hole. Korina was soaking wet and breathing heavily. Rachael slowly kissed her way up Korina's inner thighs. Then she hungrily licked Korina's slit from bottom to top.

"Fuck yes. Eat my pussy, Rachael," Korina sighed. The sexy hucow spread her legs wide and lifted them high to facilitate Rachael's access. Soon, Rachael's head -- topped with a mane of beautiful, fiery red hair -- was pulsing enthusiastically between Korina's legs.

The sweet, musky taste of Korina's pussy was intoxicating. Rachael was also transfixed by Korina's clitoris, which -- as a hucow -- was noticeably larger than that of a typical woman. The erect nub stood proudly at the apex of Korina's cunt, beckoning Rachael to lick it. Rachael slithered her tongue around Korina's big hucow clit, causing Korina to moan approvingly. Then Rachael inserted a finger into Korina's pussy, and she began thrusting it in and out at the same rhythm that she used with her tongue on Korina's clit.

At the same moment, outside the office doors and down the long hallway, distant footsteps got closer and closer. In the heat of passion, neither Rachael nor Korina heard the footsteps. But a steady clop, clop, clop of boots approached.

"Oooh, you're going to make me cum," Korina moaned, still not hearing the footsteps, which were now right outside the office door.

Rachael tongued Korina's clit even more intensely, and she pushed a second finger into Korina's pussy. Rachael now had a single-minded focus on making Korina cum. In this moment, it was the most important thing in the world to her. Rachael wanted nothing else than to feel this gorgeous hucow cum under her tongue.

Suddenly, Rachael felt Korina's body tense up, but not in quite the way she was expecting. Korina sat up straight in the chair and her eyes opened wide. It took Rachael a couple seconds to fully comprehend the fact that someone had opened the office door behind her.

In shock, Rachael looked straight up at Korina. For an instant, Korina had a look of surprise on her face, but it faded almost immediately. Then Korina smiled warmly at the unexpected visitor. Reluctantly, Rachael turned her head to see who Korina was looking at.

Right there, in the doorway, was Rachael's husband Adam. Adam had heard about Rachael and Korina's meeting with the Viscount, and he had come to Rachael's office to get the details. But now his mouth hung agape at what he saw. He had walked in on his beautiful, redhead wife giving head to a hucow.

Maybe it was the effects of the hucow milk -- or maybe it was Rachael's true desires finally breaking free -- but all Rachael could think to say was, "Care to join us, Adam?"