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The Fertility Festival

Breeding and Milking the Harem

The king stumbled in from the festival with a smile on his lips and his elfish wife on his arm, light dancing across their faces in love and joy. Arm in arm, Aubron's blonde head tipped down to hers as she met his lips in a kiss, although he kept his hair typically shorter than most elves. It was enough for her to run her fingers through as they embraced, however, and Rania leaned into her husband's arm, his clothes sharply cut to define his muscle, a strong man that could support her and protect her, even though the elfish queen most certainly did not need anyone to protect her. It was good to know, however, that he, Aubron, was there for her.

"I want you," he breathed, breath whispering across her lips. "So much..."

All a play and a ploy as he took her curly, red hair in his fingers, teasing it out from her head in the most sensual of touches as Rania shivered. And yet his lithe, beautiful queen had something far better in mind for him as she took him by his hand and led him into his quarters, fingers twitching in his own as if there was something more that she wanted to feel in her hand. With her dress shimmering in a fall of colours that they would never have found on their distant homeland of Earth, Rania stepped ahead of him, light of foot, having taken up temporary residence on a planet with lush foliage and a thickly humid tension in the air for his ascension ceremony. It was a sleek abode but still reminiscent of their times in crisp, clean lines, everything cleaned by robots even though the walls danced with a holograph that made it appear as if they could have been moving through a forest of olden times, on another planet entirely.

Things were different there, the forests richer than the comparative wasteland that had been left behind, though it was still viable back there. Aubron had not even met Rania back there, had not even set foot on Earth since the times of his childhood, that lifetime seeming so very long ago. Elves lived for so many years that lifetimes could come and go almost without catching the notice of the individual living through them, forgetting lives and even loves if they lived long enough. Despite all that, elves, not even the king and the new queen with her long, flowing locks, were not immortal and would not live until they were as old as the stars themselves through which they travelled. No, eventually, they would need to return to the dust from which they had come from, the aeons claiming them, sweetly, their lives at an end.

Yet Aubron was still a young king even though he was taking over from his father, the elder stepping down to pursue other goals in life, leaving him to lead their clan of elves, though there was, in all honesty, not all that much leading to be done sometimes. They took care of themselves and it was the forays to new worlds and realms that really took some more monitoring from a leadership standpoint, the trade deals and the like taken care of by his advisors. After all, one of the greatest benefits to being the king was that he could delegate, although there were responsibilities too to be had in a world that was forever changing, twisting him up into the vines of life that were flush with new growth and yet something still that required nurturing in order for that growth to remain kindly consistent.

But enough of that. Those were thoughts for other times, the ringing of the ceremony clamouring in the back of his mind, the deafening roars of those who had come to support him. They would all stand behind him, helping him lead the elves into a new age and he could not have been prouder to be where he was. He was only luckier than ever to be there with the most beautiful elfin woman in the galaxy too, pulling her to him as Rania gasped, a smile on her lips and mirth dancing in her eyes as if she was forever daring him to take the next challenge before it had even presented itself to him.

Aubron smiled, drawing his wife into his arms, eyes on hers, though the brush of her lips against hers was far more alluring, her body arcing wantonly up against him, though that was a prelude to something that, although near, was to come later. There was time for that, the aftermath of becoming king, and he knew even then that something deeper in him would have to be sated in order to truly become king.

Yet there was no case for procreation between the two of them until they were good and ready for it, the stars aligning and their lives coming to such sweetness that they could not help but allow their bodies to do the work that they were, inherently, designed to do. Of course, that did not mean that they did not engage in certain activities for the purpose of making little elves without the end result, lust as much a part of the community of the space-travelling elves, the intricate network that, kindly, linked them together. Yet things had not always been like that and he knew it was so, his mind casting back, only briefly, to when they had been chaste and pure, a part of their history that, well, had not been the brightest of times, even to him. But that had been before him, even though it was a hushed, morose section of their history learning, as children, that was required for the impact on their race, even back then, that it had had.

Aubron laughed lightly. How times had changed! And his wife, oh, his beautiful wife... Her lips drew him in as he kissed her passionately, her fingers entwined with his, heart rising to a fervent pound. Like with so many other times, she would not take no for an answer and led him on, her breath on his lips sending his head spinning very pleasantly.

"Come with me," Rania murmured, drawing him through the reception room of their temporary abode, set with places to sit and a fantastic view out over the lake, spaceships shivering through the distant sky as they came and went. "I think we've kept them waiting long enough."

Waiting? Who was waiting? Aubron's brow furrowed and he shook his head but followed her all the same. There were no secrets between husband and wife, after all, but the line-up he walked in on in the bedroom surprised even him.

Ladies. Seven of them, in fact, all different species except for two cows who had to be sisters with a black and white splotched hide on each of them. They were only the start of it, however, as they were flanked on either side by a pale chestnut mare with a golden-yellow mane and tail, a white dinosaur somewhat like a raptor and grey accents to her scales, a goat with a thick, beautiful body and creamy-white fur to go with her floppy ears, a white rabbit with soft, pink eyes and, last but certainly not least, a crimson phoenix with fire in her eyes and a thick ruff of golden feathers cresting her chest, breasts heaving seemingly just from the mere passage of breath alone.

It was a lot to take in. More, really, than the king had been prepared for, although his cock could not help but stir at the mere sight of them, hungering even then for what, evidently, was to come. It didn't take a fool to know and understand just how his elfish wife had chosen to bring the traditions and ceremonies of their kind into fresh life, the bunny drawing his eyes as she pushed up onto her toes and moaned softly, eyes half-closed as if she could barely contain herself. All of them, of course, were entirely naked and smiling with different degrees of coyness and cockiness, depending on just who he took in at any given moment, the scent of their obvious arousal as thick and as heavy in the air as any rare perfume.

"Well, well, well," he purred, raising an eyebrow as he held Rania's hand to his chest, heart pounding delightfully. "What have you planned for me here, my dear wife?"

"A little celebration of ascending to the throne," she murmured, barely able to contain herself as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. "Oh, Aubron... It has been so long but you have earned this and you have earned all the joys too that come with kinghood."

Eyeing the waiting ladies, Aubron smirked.

"And am I to think that you shall not enjoy them yourself too? The king's harem, after all, is not solely for the king..."

Rania smiled and shook her head, though there was a secret in her eyes that she had not yet allowed into the room with them.

"There will be more surprises for you later," she said, winking as she put a finger to her lips. "But that's for me to know and for you to find out. Enjoy them, my husband... These have been well prepared for your tastes and lusts."

And so they were but, right then and there, Aubron was not destined to know their names as Rania took a seat on a plush sofa and left him to it, his private quarters ensuring that they would not be disturbed. His harem would be Aubron's to do with as he pleased, although all of the ladies there were there by choice, his bed beckoning as the older goat chuckled throatily and wiggled her large hips at him, the fatness of her arse simply begging to be pounded.

"I'm the oldest here, my darling," she drawled, crooking a finger in the direction of the elfish king. "But don't take me for one who can't keep up with these young sorts! I have plenty in store for you..."

Aubron cocked an eyebrow, drawing himself up tall. The bulge in his trousers was obvious, the smoothly falling and flowing garment too loose-fitting to be all that concealing, though he didn't want to hide anything at all. No... He wanted his ladies, his lovely harem, on their knees, begging for his cock, his cum spilling out of their overflowing pussies as he bred them over and over again, impregnating them with the seed of a king.

He took a breath. There could be no holding back.

"I'll take you first then."

The goat didn't waste any time about it, smirking and wiggling her way over to him, though her cloven hooves came with a brisk clip against the hard floor. There would have to be a rug down at some point, he thought to himself, but Rania was better at that sort of thing than he was. The goat kissed him softly, though her tongue swiftly quested for entry in deepening the kiss, and he let her do it, her paws wandering, groping his chest, down across his crotch, the bulge of his shaft begging attention that, of course, she was only too willing to give. Her paws made quick work of his clothes, stripping him nude and freeing his erection, which sprung out hard and ready into her paws as she gently bore him back to the bed.

"Let me take care of you," she murmured. "Oh, my king, your wife has shown us so much already, shown us what you like... Now it's time for you to show us what you enjoy!"

And she was only too eager as she let him pin her to the bed, his cock at her lips, already drooling pre-cum. His race was quite over-productive in that department and having the ability to replenish their energy and semen with magic, of course, lent them an extra advantage that was surely to come in handy as Aubron grunted and teased his cock against her lips, leaving a slick smear of pre-cum in his wake.

"Yes," she breathed, eyes shimmering brown pools that drew him in and in. "Take me... My king!"

She was only one of his harem but he could not deny the liking he had for the goat even then, his cock finding her lips and sinking in. Her tongue curled up and around his shaft, demonstrating delicious flexibility, and Aubron groaned, splattering pre-cum into her mouth that, of course, was swiftly gulped down. There was nothing like watching a lady's throat work as she devoured his seed, for there had been others before his wife, but the precursor of their society and the king was that, well, sexual pleasure was not restrained to anything as simple as monogamy.

And he was glad of that as his wife slipped in, Rania angled the goat's mouth just so - they had not even been introduced! Still, what did something like that matter when they were engrossed in one another, pleasure overcoming them. Her tits heaved and he squeezed them wantonly, massaging and teasing the hefty flesh as the others in his harem, still yet to be tested, watched on, paws between their legs as they masturbated to the erotic scene before them.

It would have been silly to think that he could hold back, even with her lips suckling passionately on his cock, a teasing, wet embrace, but Aubron did not yet want to spend his seed in her mouth. No, that was something that could come later as he eased down her body, cock dragged from her lips as he drew her to the edge of the bed. With her buttocks nearly hanging off, she was perfectly positioned to wrap her legs up and around his waist, letting his cock sink home in a thrust so perfectly timed that it took the goat a moment to understand what was happening.

Her bleat of pleasure and orgasm, however, could not be mistaken for anything else as he slammed into her, driving her pleasure on, taking leave of sweetness and sensuality as she groaned for it. Her ecstasy rose and fell and Aubron snarled like a feral creature himself and not a high-class elf as he leaned over her, one hand bearing heavily down into the bed as he grunted and pounded her for all he was worth. The moans of the others watching, waiting, encouraged him on, eyes riveted to his muscled form, the tone of his buttocks seeming of particular attention.

He flushed through with pride, chin tipped up proudly, grunt after groan breaking his lips. They should have been watching - it was their right to as his harem - to see just what they were getting into, how virile he was, how much pleasure he could deliver unto them, over and over again. There would be no end to it, seed pouring from his cock, the magic within him flooding through, tingling down to his fingertips, a sinuous trail of floating, wispy magic breaking free even when he did not intend to release it. And, wherever he touched, that magic warmed her skin through her fur, sending the goat into louder and louder moans, pushing up against him, using her legs for what leverage she could.

Yet his wife was there, slipping her hand between them, mischief glinting in her green eyes. It was not her liking to be involved in that sort of thing - her preferred place was in training his harem to be the best that they could be for her husband - but there were secrets to come out as she placed a small, green plant on the goat's stomach, small and innocuous.

At first.

He was too caught up to ask what it was but the answer was to be seen and experienced rather than told as the shivering 'leaves' of the plant unfolded themselves with a shake like a pet dog into tentacles and vines, slithering out and growing to the size of a lantern that could be carried along with oneself, the flame within pure magic that would never burn out. A good size, the tentacles thickened, about as girthy as a pencil, tickling her stomach as she giggled and tried to look down at herself, horns catching lightly on the bed sheets.

Putting a finger to her lips, Rania winked.

"Just a little more fun for you, my husband," Rania said, though she could not help herself from licking her lips in ardent anticipation too. "Relax... Enjoy the show!"

The little plant wriggled on the goat's belly and Aubron watched, fascinated, as it squirmed its way up her chest, seeking out something that, clearly, only it understood and knew where to find. Yet not even he could have expected or dreamed up just how it latched around the goat's nipples, sucking them into its tiny, little 'mouths' with such force that her tits drew up from her chest, the goat moaning and wriggling. They swelled to encase her nipples when the fat nubs did not instantly fit but that was merely another note in testament to her breeding prowess, all that the goat could offer him in turn as her breasts were so very delightfully and erotically manipulated.

"Oh..." She whined. "Yes... Oh, yes! My king!"

The tentacles grew and grew from the strange plant but Aubron was more willing than ever to bear witness to what delights it had in store for him and his harem, already considering seeing just whether or not he could get it to milk his dick too. Perhaps that was an experiment for another time, however, as he hammered into her, the mighty strokes of his breeding rod ploughing into her pussy, folds hot and warm around him.

Yes...

More, always more. The goat twisted in her second climax, bleating out her pleasure, as the plant sucked her breasts dry, the magic (some would have called it science but it was no matter) drawing milk to her tits only to pull it away again, filtering it into the plant itself. The tentacles suckled it all down too as if it was part of a dry and barren land without their essence, rumbling around her breasts as the heavy flesh pulsed and throbbed, aching with desire for more, always more.

Funny how that worked sometimes in love and lust...

The others clustered in, hot, heaving bodies demanding attention, paws and even his wife's hands too sweeping Aubron's body. He was an elf in demand and they wanted to let him know that, the cow sisters giggling as they tried to lap his cock at the same time even as it ploughed into the goat's needy snatch. They were unsuccessful at best and had to resort to his churning balls, hanging lightly within his sack, their fat, fleshy tongues making wet work of pleasing him, as much as his hips were caught up in the heat of motion right then. It was no matter if anyone was bumped or jostled as long as the ultimate pleasure was theirs to claim for themselves, the master elf himself on the pinnacle of his own ecstasy too.

One thrust.

His nuts pulled up, tingling with the magic of all they held.

Two thrusts.

The elf caught his breath.

Three thrusts!

Aubron howled out his lust, hammering in, need curling and tightening inside him. It was not a slow rise but a heady rush that slammed down into him as if he was, in fact, the one being fucked, orgasm bursting into her pussy even as his nuts seemed to pulse and contracting, vibrating with the tenacity of spilling his load. The cow sisters battled for position with the mare, their tongues hungry for any spilt drops of his seed, although it really needed to be driven up into their hungry pussies, as was the nature of the ceremony of his ascension. For the real importance on breeding on the eve of the ceremony itself was that it was easier than ever for an elf to get another species, regardless of what that species was, pregnant.

And he knew that - oh, he did. Grunting wildly as he ploughed her, cum splattering everywhere from her filled, soaked pussy, Aubron forced the goat, very willingly, to accept his load, grinding in over and over again. Even then he knew too that his seed was working its way deeper and deeper through her hot passage, seeking out the eggs within her that were simply waiting to be fertilised. Whether the young they produced were more like elves or goats, however, was something that they would not find out for nine months, though his heart surged with the power of breeding even then.

Yes... He hissed, rolling his head back, the bare expanse of his throat on show, though Aubron had no worry of anything surpassing his breeding dominance. Yes, there was a power in it and his magic surged within him, eyes only dropping down to fixate on her tits again, how those vines wrapped around her breasts like a sex toy designed specifically for her pleasure. They had lots of those too, yes, and he hoped that his wife planned to bring out some of those that were the most geared towards his kinky fantasies, desires pulsating up from the darkly lustful pits of sexual debauchery. If he knew Rania, his sweetness, as he thought he did, he was sure that she'd come up with just the right things to satisfy his prick.
The vines, infused with magic, suckled on her tits with larger mouths than ever, grasping at more and more of her tit-flesh as the goat whimpered and moaned. He'd lost count of how many orgasms she'd had on his cock as his prick remained hard, throbbing for attention, ploughing into her over and over again even through the splattering of her honey. Their juices mixed into a delectable cocktail that the mare and the cows suckled down and lapped up with all due attention, but their faces were marked already with his cream, staining them sweetly as his regardless of what they may have thought otherwise.

Yet who would not have wanted to belong to the king's harem, handpicked just for him? Drawing back as his second climax throbbed up, he creamed over the goat's pussy, letting them see just how much seed he had to give, his virile load of cock-milk splashing out, physically impossible and yet magically-fuelled. Rolling his shoulders back with a groan of pure pride, Aubron jerked his shaft off even as the goat was milked and milked, tits vibrating with the force of those tentacles suckling on her tits, pleasured in the very best of ways.

He would not waste another load that evening, he thought through a hazy veil of lust, spurt after spurt marking the goat's fine fur. Eventually, he would learn all of their names but that load was just to show them how he could please them, what he had in store - and all of them had a task and a challenge indeed to live up to if they wanted to please him. Reverently, the cows and the mare, even joined by the shyer tongue of the rabbit, her eyes respectfully downcast, slurped up all the cum that they could directly from the goat's pussy and crotch, not caring that it was another female that they were inadvertently pleasuring in the process. The goat moaned out her lust, breasts trembling in ardent rises like two large melons.

Yet the king had other places to me and squeezed her paw in departure, leaving her with the kinky, milking attention of the miniature tentacle-milker. Murmuring under his breath, he swept his hair back into place, a smug smile pulling at his lips as his ladies hastened to line up again for him, although they were much less presentable than they had been the first time he'd seen them.

"Don't worry, my dears, I do not need a break with magic flowing through my veins... The 'saur can be next," he chuckled throatily, his eyes on the raptor-like dinosaur with wide, luscious hips, perfect for breeding. "You... You will do very nicely."

She put on every bit of the show that he could have wanted too, sauntering over him with a swing to her tail, making her hips sway all the more. Yes, she knew just how to beautifully accentuate her body in just the right way, purring up to him as she, lightly and delicately, pressed her lips to his.

"You are gorgeous," she said in turn, admiring her king as he admired her. "I'm proud to be part of your harem, my liege..."

The dinosaur, however, did not need such a stand or a prop as the bed to show off her breeding prowess, turning about and bending over, her thick arse and thighs shoved back at him. The perfect height for her, the pink folds of her pussy begged his attention and he hissed through his teeth, sparing a moment to tug her folds apart with his thumbs, displaying the inner soft, pinker flesh, dripping with her arousal. Shuddering, Aubron knew that he could not have found a better specimen to be bred.

Well, until he got to the next member of his harem, that was. The king smirked, cock grinding into her, feeling every last delicious wrap of her pussy around his aching length. Everyone had to have their fair share, after all...

He grunted, spearing into her, the wet heat of her pussy closing around him. Her slit seemed to pulse and strive to drag him in, deeper and deeper, and yet he took his time in claiming her, Aubron's head pounding with intoxicating lust. Better than bitter-berries or even the liquor sold at the festivals, all that he could take for his own, it was the greatest drug of all to fuck a wanton woman and the dinosaur was one of the sluttiest, letting out the biggest moans as he ground into her tight cunt.

"Ohhh!"

It was not an utterance that was eloquent by any means but he wasn't going to complain as her womanhood rippled around him, already shivering into climax as his pole teased over her bundle of nerves with each and every thrust. She must have wanted it, a voyeur hungry after watching the first show, and he barked out a sharp laugh of delight, gripping her hips and drawing her dominantly back onto his aching rod of pleasure.

"Do you want this?" He hissed, though he already knew the answer. "My cock... My seed? Your belly swelling with my cum and my child?"

Her moan gave him all the answer that he needed as she howled and grasped her own thighs for some semblance of support, toes (tipped with wickedly hooked, black claws) curling deliciously.

Yet his wife was present, moving among them, finding the show that he was due to be treated to even then. It had to be the cows that were hooked up to the milking machines, something used for sexual pleasure and, of course, the act of drawing milk from less intelligent if amenable creatures across the galaxy, though Aubron could not have chosen better victims (well, not so much) to start off with himself. Through it all, the goat still moaned and writhed on the bed, sheets bunching up under her back, the tentacle-plant milked her, forcing her tits to swell up larger and rounder than ever, drawn up from her body in taut, lustful peaks. It could have made it difficult to focus but his eyes were drawn around the room, the phoenix kissing the mare, their paws wandering, drifting, all changing before his eyes as he stepped willingly forward into his new life.

The cows moaned, locked lightly into a set of stocks that they could still escape from, although it could have been kinky too to see them twisting and grinding, wanting to free themselves. That was not the name of the milking game, however, as the king moaned and slammed into the dino, grinding his shaft deeper and deeper, teasing all the way up to that barrier inside there. There was still a cluster of nerves in her pussy to grind over though and she moaned languidly, head hanging, pushing back on him even as the muscles in her legs bunched up, steadying her with stringent tension.

Yet he was looking elsewhere, the cows bent over with their backsides raised, heads and wrists 'locked' in. The cups were fixed around their tits, hanging down low in black and white beneath their bodies, and they lowed softly as the machines were switched on. He ached to be part of that scene too but if he had to stand back and play the part of the voyeur too for his kinky pleasure, oh, he would most certainly let things swirl and shift around him!

And it was a scene indeed to enjoy, his harem cow sisters wriggling and squirming delightfully as their milk was taken from them. It would have been even cuter to watch if they'd had udders but, alas, that was not something that they had in that present moment, legs spread and braced as if, even then, they were imagining his rampant, aching shaft ploughing into them, treating them as the milking cows that they truly were. Breasts jiggling and vibrating with the heave of their bodies, their nipples visibly drew into the clear cups, shivering with the pulse and dribble of milk being steadily drawn from them. As intimate as the scene was for them, they could no more evade it than they wanted to, wriggling as their buttocks bumped together, sisters in crime and lust squirming for the pleasure that was still very much yet to come.

There was one other that he had to keep his eyes on, joining the cows on the edge of the triple set of stocks, which were only really there for the kinky visual appeal of the set-up. It was not the mare but the rabbit who joined them, smoothing her long ears down as she gracefully stepped in, her breasts a little smaller but no doubt amenable to being milked. Smirking crudely, Aubron pumped the dino's wetness full, tingling on the edge of climax, as he sent a burst of his magic out into the rabbit, an electric tingle that had her head jerking up, eyes wide and nose twitching madly, forcing her to instantly lactate and better benefit his kinky fantasies.

Her moans filled the room, louder than ever the slap of his hips on the dino's wide backside as her tail pressed up against his chest, flipping up and over his shoulder. His eyes didn't know where to look but that was just something he was going to have to deal with, drinking it all in even as the freshly lactating rabbit squirmed and hopped, feet leaving the carpet, trying to push into the suction cups as thick, creamy milk swelled from her clearly aching tits. Like a whore, she arched her back, showing off her wicked flexibility, soft, small tail bobbing as her weight shifted constantly, unable to keep still. The pulse of the cups was more than enough to draw her to the edge and the king held his breath, on the edge of ecstasy, waiting for her to experience what he was more than sure was her very first orgasm from her breasts alone being stimulated. And that was always something...

She squealed and twisted, rocking the stocks as the cows mooed and tried to give her space, but her hopping lust could not be contained, squeaking and gyrating as her thighs dampened with her own juices. With her pussy rippling around him, the pulse of it seemed to come with a raw and ragged edge that was truly more intoxicating than anything else, bringing yet another rise of a moan to his lips, something archaic about her exciting the king all the more. Each woman was so different and yet he would have to fuck them all over and over again to truly catalogue everything from the shift in each muscle to the twitch of each tail.

Although Aubron was not standing behind her, the king was sure that she was squirting, her scent filling the air as he groaned and lusted for her - all of them! Everyone deserved his attention and he needed each and every last one of them, groaning and moaning, sounds blurring together even as they emerged from his lips.

His orgasm flowed into the dinosaur, her sexy arse raised for his attention, like the elixir of life itself, the very essence of his body infused with such magic that it filled her with vitality too. Gasping, the dino shook herself, the light ridges, like raised scales, atop her head shivering, pussy clenching down on him as she moaned, milking him with the pulsing ripple of her cunt. But that was a very different kind of milking to what the cows and the rabbit were experiencing, even if that was something too that Aubron very much did not mind.

"Oh, my king..." She moaned, grinding back on him, definitely not yet down with his spear. "Fill me... More! You're so big!"

He was not and yet he appreciated the praise nonetheless. There was magic in his body to make his body better suited to her but Aubron had a better use for that magic too in the heat of the moment, grinning wickedly and sharing a wink with Rania as she eyed him lustfully from across the room, her dress tugged down in a loose fall to expose her breasts. Yet the dino was in for a treat before he ravaged those more that made his heart beat just so.

"There's more to a king than just his cock, you know..."

Reaching for his magic, he curled it around his fingers, a tentatively tingling force, and sent it forth to her breasts, tugging and manipulating, the dino roaring briefly in surprise. Her cry was cut short, however, as her tits leaked milk, his magic manipulating and squeezing as well as any hands could as he drove her to lactate, kinkily milking her for their lewdly public not so little show. Whether or not her kind should have been able to produce milk was by the by as Aubron could not have said that he was familiar with every last species across the galaxy, though her nipples perked up as if they were waiting for someone to suckle on them. The elf could not and would not be blamed for using her so, massaging and layering his magical 'fingers' into her tits so that they trembled under his touch. All the while, his real fingers dug into her hips, grinding her back onto his cock as he filled her, cum drooling and splattering down her legs.

It was a messy endeavour to fuck an elf who did not care about that manner of cleanliness when it was someone else's job, anyway, to make sure all was cleaned up after him but the dino was not going to complain about that. Squeezing down on his cock, she whimpered and lifted her paws to her own tits, marvelling at how she could feel so much, her nipples pulling out from her breasts as if pinched by invisible fingers. And, even then, her own touch was nothing in comparison to that magical one, milk squirting and spurting as if she really was several months pregnant and heavily lactating, breasts flushing up larger and fuller before her very eyes.

"Oh... Yes..." Shivering, she swayed in place, jaws hanging open lustfully as the bunny climaxed for the second time before their very eyes, the cows lingering on the edge of their own too. "Yes... So much... So much more..."

And he wasn't going to stop either until she'd had it all, fingers biting into the space in front of the bones of her hips as he snarled and slammed in. Rania's eyes lingered on him, admiring his sexual prowess, as her king fucked the dinosaur to completion again, slamming her into orgasm, rippling and twisting, yet no amount of trembling twitches would rip her from him when the elf was all that her body now craved.

Slipping his still-hard cock from her aching, pushing, pulsating pussy, Aubron sucked in a breath, lungs inflating. It was much needed but there was no pausing for respite as magic stimulated him to a sexual fever-pitch, wanting more even as the dinosaur slumped to the floor, a heavy, slick slew of cum spilling from her stretched cunt. She'd soon enough tighten back up again as the only real stretching there was around her vulva, but she languished in the moment, rolling onto all fours and tipping her huge breasts down to the floor, only to reach back and spread her arse for him. With the rear cheeks parted, her pussy and the slick mess of cum drooling inside was all the more visible and it was, truly, all Aubron could do to just give her arse a quick slap, promising more, and leave her wriggling there for his next partner.

He had a whole harem to please, after all...

Who was left? Oh, the cow sisters were too delightful to impose himself on as he wanted to enjoy their kinky show for a little while longer, though their time would come, he would make sure of it. The goat had slithered off the bed and was on her knees, lips lustfully parted and tongue slipping out, the plant still milking her tits of more and more creamy essence. The plant too swelled with the amount it took in, growing in strength and power to increase its size and wrap her up in its vines, slithering around her legs and spreading them as if for his attention. Aubron groaned in the back of his throat but even he knew that the plant could, if he wanted it to, slide into her, pounding her anal passage and pussy in time, putting on another show even though that particular plant could not impregnate her without a little magical help.

Oh, they did so implant ideas in him but the phoenix was next in his arms with a low croon, her arms boasting her wings too, although they were not large enough to allow her flight and, for her kind, merely decorative. Her feathers tickled his bare skin and she leaned into him with a whisper and a kiss, heart pounding through her breastbone, although she still had a rise of tits too, even though they were a little smaller than what Aubron, perhaps, liked on his ladies.

Magic tingled at his fingertips, waiting in the wings. That could change. That could change very easily, in fact... There was no sense in her being left with a different body if she might well be amenable to something else, her breasts rising and swelling with a voluptuous twist of feathers to cap them, flushing up thick and full. There would be no nipples perking through, in her face, but they would still be there, hidden under the feathers, waiting for either his fingers or a milker to get hold of them with such a lustfully tantalising touch, their embrace absolute. He couldn't have asked for more, not even as he dropped his lips to them, suckling her hidden nipples into his mouth as he poured his magic forth, driving her to produce milk.

The sweetness of it filled his mouth and he hungrily drank it down, although he wanted her cream flowing into a very different vessel, milked as the power of her body was slowly drawn from her, given back in due spades too. It was a mutual agreement as the phoenix keened, languishing desperately in his arms, the king drawing her close, feathers soft and plush beneath his fingers. It was a stranger sensation than fur or skin to be pressed against his face and lips but not one that he disliked in the contrast of sensations, drawing her milk into his mouth, down his throat, gulping and swallowing repetitively, intent on taking down anything and everything that he possibly could. There were such pleasures in life with delightful ends that he had to enjoy, teasing and passionate to the end, though there was no end, at that point, that could have possibly have been found in any manner of sight.

And yet there were still base needs to be met. Drawing back for breath, the king groaned lustfully as his wife tapped him on the shoulder, though anything she had for him could not possibly be a bad thing at all.

"Here, my dear," Rania said as she passed him another plant, the mass of vines twisting together in the palm of his hand, his phoenix harem member chirping curiously. "Enjoy your harem!"

Grinning, Aubron let the plant rest on her chest, her tits pushed up and together for his attention under the volition of her own claw-like hands. Yet that would not be enough as his passion for her grew and grew, cock grinding up with a pulse of desire and tentative delight.

"Lie back..."

The phoenix was only too happy to do so as she spread her legs for him at the same time, the plant whispering its way over her soft feathers, a vine lazily hanging around her neck as if it was trying to keep itself in place. She knew a little more what was to come as her king supported himself over her, legs braced against the floor and palms flat as if he was in an exercise position, but he had no time at all to waste as her pussy beckoned him heatedly in. And all Aubron truly wanted to know was whether or not it would be as hot as her feathers were, shades of crimson and rustic orange shimmering through with a touch of gold to add a wealthy flare to her physical demeanour.

She was gorgeous but she'd look even more gorgeous with her stomach huge with his seed, his children within in eggs, waiting to be hatched. Aubron, of course, did not yet know whether the phoenix would lay eggs or give birth to live young in her anthro form as she was but that was no matter to him as long as he got to seed her hot and heady pussy full to the brim. She settled onto the cushions and his cock stretched her pussy, ploughing her full of dick, all that she needed in that moment and so very many more moments to come.

The plant twisting around her tits, closing on her nipples, milking and pushing into the flesh to manipulate her milk from her. It was not just the mouths that touched her tits, after all, and called that milk from her, the king's magic teasing around her, warming her breasts, showing her all that an elf of his worldly calibre had to offer, feathers damp with the essence of her body. And yet there was nothing that could have stopped the king from slamming into her, trusting the heat of her fire-bird body to take him, grinding in, her sex rippling around him in a way that was quite unlike anyone else that he had had the liberty to fuck so far in his life and time.
Rania licked her lips, casting her eye around the room, the goat that had rolled onto all fours and was bleating and rocking her hips as the dinosaur helped her get off, her own white tits heaving and milky still. There were more still, the moans of the cows filling the room the most even though the bunny too was right next to them, little tail bobbing as she was teased and lusted for over and over again. There was so much that she wanted and everyone had something to take from the milking session, knowing full well that they would all leave the room at the end of the night, if not the next morning, to clean up the mess of their pussies and tits. That was not the extent of it but the sisterhood in being bred all at the same time was a joy that all of them would take forward with them, bonded by the breeding of harem-hood.

There was nothing for her to do but enjoy the show while her husband fucked the phoenix, filling her quickly even if the tentacle milking plant was due to take her milk from her, striving for its own filling. The more milk that the plants took in, the stronger they became, and she even wondered just what would happen if she set off a few of them, after they'd milked every last one of the harem members, of course, within the quarters of the nobles. As wicked as she was, that sounded like a kinky tricky that would be right up her street to spread the loving of the ceremony just a little further.

The fertility spells wove around them, teasing out Aubron's pleasure as he sent a little more magic into the phoenix, letting her dictate how large her breasts grew, swelling up with her nipples protruding more and more obviously. But he didn't know just how much that was in his own head, hips working, glutes tight with contractions, pounding and driving with a snarl on his lips. The heat of the phoenix seared through into him but he was not about to stop as her heaving, jiggling tits shook with the heave of his body, vines twisting and pulling around her breasts to coax more and more milk from her. The plant was able to take so much milk, in fact, that it doubled in size, making it more and more difficult for Aubron to grind in, on the edge and snatching up what breath he could into his strained, burning lungs.

He roared out his orgasm, only dimly aware that the phoenix was in the throes of her own as she was milked and milked, the room shivering around him into a milking frenzy of lust as he spent himself. His magic drew his balls up, sending load after load - not just a single one! - into her aching, yearning pussy, which clenched around him as she twisted. Such softness and yet such tightness should not have so willingly gone hand in hand and yet there they were, each female that he bred different in their own way, from the tickle of feathers to the intimate caress of fur. The phoenix, however, could not possibly thrash hard enough to throw him off as he put his weight down into her, cock powering through, forcing her womb to take him, his cream flooding her.

And her belly could not help but swell softly as he poured his essence into her, seed spilling hotly from her pussy as magic kept him going and going...and going. He was primed and ready for it, panting harshly, her tits filling his vision as he followed the pulsing line of her milk flowing down the vines like tiny droplets of sweetness, the little bulge more than visible as he leaned into her taste.

Ah... He pulled out, spending the last spurts across her feathers, releasing the grip on his magic. He could cum indefinitely as long as he held onto his magic but he was virile enough without it, even to the point that Rania had, very lightly, teased him about it before. Yet he was well aware that there were more still to be bred and he could not languish so softly in breeding desire with just the one forever.

"I'll see you again, sweetheart..."

Cumming made him softer and sweeter, almost as if he was drunk on the high of sex. Yet who would have thought otherwise as he dropped a kiss on her small, pert beak, eyes shining with orgasmic bliss. Her milking plant, of course, would stay with her too, his eyes wandering elsewhere as he stroked his slickly dripping cock back to full hardness once again. With her tits trembling into the clutch of the milking-plant, she whimpered, hardly aware of the situation as it coaxed orgasm after orgasm from her, back arched with her huge, heaving breasts on full show and display.

However, there were still two particularly lovely cow sisters and the equine too to be taken, though the mare prostrated herself over the backs of the cows, leaning over the top of the stocks so that her pussy was on show on the same side that their heads and wrists emerged. The sisters squeaked and bellowed softly as they were milked but their pleasure was still to come later as Aubron advanced on the mare, taking his time as if he was a stallion with a breeding spire to match the needs of her pussy.

"Well... You've been patient, haven't you, my lovely one?"

Smirking, the mare flagged her tail for him, showing off the velvety dock of her tail as the cows murmured and moaned, ropey tails whipping back and forth. She was the one on show, however, and the king spared a moment to attach a spare milker to her as he pinned her down to the stocks, his wife moving among them to assist in attaching the cups of the transportable unit.

"For that, you will produce the most milk of them all, dear one..."

She nickered but it was all something that she lusted for, something she wanted, her backside grinding back to him as her pussy enveloped his breeding rod, closing around him as if she wanted to milk him too. Yet Aubron didn't have milk to give her, only his cream, the salty headiness of such was so thickly virile that her head spun from the sheen of sex and aroma of such flooding the room. With a paw on each of the cows' backsides, the mare whinnied and squealed, jigging a hoof in the air as she arched back onto his cock.

More... Oh, he had so much to give but his harem would forever crave more and more from him, Aubron the king who could deliver their large, rising bellies, the young that they needed too. There was a delight in pregnancy as much as there was in milking but the mare's breasts did not need to grow larger as Aubron grinned and used his magic to tease her body into a state of heightened sexual desire. Unable to help herself as her nerve-endings tingled, tail swishing, the horse tried to nicker but found herself too pinned to make a noise, gasping and grunting, her aching tits milked and milked.

He was right too when he said that she would be the one that was milked the most, although her breasts remained the same, pert and perfect. Her nipples throbbed and twitched into the cups of the milking machine, the lustful pulse making her quiver, even though she could hardly move away at all, show her pleasure in any way.

Maybe that was how it was meant to be as she moaned and rolled her hips back or at least thought about doing it. Aubron pinned her down into the wooden stocks, the light, the mechanical whirring of the machines filling his ears, a soft backdrop to the pleasure at hand. The cows groaned beneath him as he rocked the stocks, although they were not going anywhere either, tits lightly sore but not so bad that they were not able to continue on with being milked. It was what their species, so many years back, had been designed to do and the pleasure it gave them trembled through, pussies squeezing down on nothing as they were lifted sweetly through climax after climax.

The mare, however... Oh, she was the one whose milk flooded the tubes, sloshing and wanton, whimpering and grunting, her pussy full in the very best of ways. Aubron didn't let her spread her legs, her pussy tighter than ever, though he did appreciate very much just how her sex pulled and twitched around him, her marehood winking as it tried to show just how ready she was for him. He didn't need to know, however, as sweat lightly dripped from him, his skin glistening in the very best of ways, grunting and groaning, the stud of the room that everyone lusted for above all else.

He was the one and his cream needed to come out too, someone dropping between his thighs - two 'someones', in fact. The goat and the dinosaur had something in mind for him as they tongued his balls, trying not to get knocked in the head by his legs or even his heavily swinging nuts. The orbs begged attention, however, and he grunted thickly as their tongues bathed them, hammering into the mare with rigorous breeding intent. There was so much to give and strength flowed through his veins as he pounded them with all he had in him, rocking the stocks and setting the wood clacking with his raw breeding intent.

She would have his cream sooner or later, however, even as desire churned in her, teasing up through her gut, swirling through her stomach. She moaned without making a sound, whimpering and groaning breathlessly, her lips moving but nothing else. Her tail provided a handy hold for Aubron as the king bred her, already imagining just what their offspring would look like, anthro foals with his hair and a shaft to match his breeding prowess too when their time came to, eventually, come of age.

With the skin of her tits so tight with ardent desire, the mare couldn't contain herself, howling and panting without making due noise, grinding back, the hairs of her tail draping sensually. One orgasm would not be enough as she was lustfully forced to watch her milk filling the container, flowing thickly down the tubes as if the force of the separate machine just wasn't enough to draw such a viscous load down the transparent tubes. It was an oddly visual yet sensual endeavour and her eyes fixed on it even as he turned her muzzle down, looking back down her body to see just how much he was taking from her, the explosion of orgasm fizzling off into something all the more alluring.

Aubron hissed through his teeth, a savage snarl of lust painted across his face. Yes... Yes, she was tight and she needed him, though her climaxes would have to be taken without him as he slammed in and pounded her through his own climax, not slowing or pausing to enjoy the heat of her closing around him, winking and tugging. Her clit was swollen and large enough that it ground up against the underside of his cock as he thrust, the mare twitching and shuddering, lost in the moment while the king heaved and lost himself, impregnating her duly with a hefty dose of kingly cream.

He eased her down to the floor, jerking himself off as he let her kneel, her legs spread even as his cum slopped messily from her to the floor. There would be more than enough left in her to seed her, to impregnate her, and it was all she could do as her orgasm rolled on and on to keep her mouth open for the treat of the king's seed in another orifice of hers that was just as hungry as her pussy. He painted her mouth and shot inside, sloppily coating her tongue as she held his seed there, orgasm rolling on. Her breasts heaved with breath and she moaned crudely, eyes half-lidded as another rope of creamy seed struck her muzzle sweetly, splattering and spreading, marking her as his.

"There you are, my sweet..."

He did not remove the milking machine and Rania moved in solely to ensure that she was comfortable as the king sought out the cow sisters at long last. They would stay in the stocks for him, buttocks hopefully raised, tails flipped up, just wanting his attention more and more. It was not as if they had not already climaxed, however, their pussies sodden with a slick drooling of their sexual juices, and he dug his fingers eagerly into their pussies, sensing who was the wettest. Between the sisters, of course, that was quite an even competition.

"So needy..."

But he liked them that way, grinding into the first, unable to truly tell the difference between them until he got to know them a little better. First, however, there was their impregnation to be taken care of, the crude breeding that they lusted for so very badly as their breasts were milked and milked. He hardly had to tweak their bodies at all with his magic to make them continue right on producing milk and considered adding udders to them too at a later date - all for his pleasure, of course. Their breasts were so sensitive that they could keep right on producing more and more milk regardless of their body types and lack of udders, to be fair, thickly curved and voluptuous, and the sisters moaned through their climaxes, one so very swiftly following the one that preceded it.

Words were whispered, caught up on the breath of a groan, but they were not to be spent in any manner of vocalisations as they were pounded, one pussy filled with a shaft that ached for them as much as Aubron knew that they would fall for him, more and more, with every day that passed as part of his harem. It was the way of it, after all, that they should fall in love with him. It was an honour to be bred by the king and he roared out his lust as he seeded the first sister full, the bovine trying to kick out even as her milk flowed quickly from her and he sent sparks of pleasure through her very much already electrified body.

Her sister was treated to her cunt being fingered while she was fucked but, oh, it wasn't the same, not at all, as the other cow's moan bellowed through the air. She was ripe too for the taking, ready to let her pussy swallow down the seed of a true king, but he had not yet seen fit to breed her, to cover her body with his, slamming in, grinding down, her passion rising like the pulse of the milker on her tits. It should have been too sensitive for pleasure but his wife had managed to get the settings just right so that she could pretty much be milked indefinitely, caught up in orgasm after orgasm, while the rest of the harem whimpered and whined and begged for more around her.

For anyone else, it would have been heaven too. She didn't know what was happening but loved it regardless, her king a powerful figure over her, looming and dangerous, eyes adoring the swing of her breasts, how they pulled down, the machine tugging them out from her body. Her head was locked in and he tugged one ear playfully, the musk of his sweat marking the air around him with such inherent manliness that those near swooned lusciously to be in his presence alone.

"There..." Aubron hissed, hair clinging damply to the nape of his neck as he ground in, caught up in the moment, the heat of passion itself. "Will be...fat...and heavy...with my offspring!"

It was the right word to use right then as her pussy sucked at him but not even Aubron could have expected the raw flush of need that seared through him, driving him straight over the edge into orgasm. And yet he did not feel that he could spend further time on her as he made sure to give her a thick and heavy load, slamming into her sister before he'd even finished with her.

Her sister would have to wait for a slower, more passionate embrace than what he had to give her at that time, weak and lowing softly as he caressed her cheek and whispered sweet nothings to her. The stocks creaked around them but there was no fear of any damage or harm coming to anyone as she was pounded, his hips working like pistons, humping and slamming, roaring out his pleasure as the lingering remnants of orgasm teased urgently at the back of his mind. Her tits swelled into the milking cups that suctioned them down so beautifully but he did not send his magic into her at that moment to make them more voluptuous than ever, sealing away that little treat for another, later revelation.

Aubron knew that he had to give her his creamy seed but there was a softer pleasure to be had with her later when she had more duly recovered from being milked; there was no rush when it came to harem passions, after all. One orgasm could not be differentiated from the ones that preceded or followed it, her pussy rippling and clenching wonderfully around him as she too was filled, creamy globs of elf-seed slopping from her pussy as Aubron grunted and pulled out, revved up and as eager for more as he ever was.

Ah... He would not forget the bunny but there was something about her that had him unlocking her from the stocks, taking her down onto her back, all so that he had a better view still of how her breasts vibrated and trembled with the cups suctioning milk from her. The rippling draw of milking was so tantalising that it would have been a crime indeed to not pay her due attention as he lay her back on the sofa closest to the stocks, just so that the cow sisters would not have to be unhooked for him to take his leave and liberty of the sexy bunny while enjoying himself.

Her breast rose up full as he ground into her but they could be larger still as he poured magic into her, letting her milking-orbs swell and flush beneath her light coat of fur, overly sensitive in the best of ways and tingling with blood-flow. Her moans filled the air, cutting through even that of the cow sisters that he had left, of course, hooked up to the milkers, the tubes connecting the cups to the storage tank pure white with milk with nary even a single drop of air to break up the flow. That was just how productive she could be and Aubron groaned deep in the back of his throat, already aching to take her nipples into his mouth and drink straight from the source.

But not yet... Not quite yet. He could have more and would take it too, his first encounter with her destined to be sweeter than ever as he kissed her passionately to seal away her moans, helping her to lactate even more than ever as he groped and squeezed her tits as if he was milking the udders of a cow. Yet it worked the same with all mammals as her breasts were so softly and tenderly teased and she climaxed hard on his cock, the clenching pulse erotic but nowhere near enough to stop him from thrusting and thrusting, yearning for that ultimate filling.

Her breasts were easily triple D cups and he cared not for the numbering of the sizes, merely hefting them, massaging them, letting the cups do their work on them as he drove into her. Her cunt ached for him even after that climax and he grunted thickly, hammering into her, the drive of his hips ruthless, wanting the bunny all the more, magic flowing into her, teasing her breasts up another cup size. They were firmer than they should have been with the pulsing force of the milking machines to tease them to such hardness but that was merely the skin drawing taut, her buttocks firm and neat as they ground desperately back up against him, wanting more even then as he panted over her, his cock buried right up where it belonged.

Her pussy could not help but close around him as if a lover's lips around the sweetness of a tongue, pulling and suckling, the elf king's head swimming. Neither did he have to hold back, however, not even as his muscles trembled, leaning over her, tits pressed to his chest with the sheer size of them and the milking cups, climaxing with a heady burst of a groan that was spent into her mouth, her ears folding softly back. The room stopped, even if the king and the bunny were not aware of it, watching in awe as the king's nuts visibly contracted and twitched, his body doing everything that it absolutely could to fill her, to claim her as the final member of his harem before witnesses that were in the same collection as her - all willingly and excitedly so.

With the rabbit panting and whimpering back on the sofa, he swept his hair back away from his face and pulled out of her, smirking lightly as his seed flowed freely from her stretched pussy. The anthro goat wriggled on the bed, the dinosaur's paw between her thighs, though Aubron was kindly dominant in the look he gave her, the 'saur stepping back in but a moment, allowing him the space in which to step into and take what was due to him. The goat's breasts heaved and rolled heavily as he flooded her with his magic, letting the magical milking plant well and truly take what even it thought was due to it.
Aubron groaned in the back of his throat, kissing her neck, lips caressing the trembling rise of it, blood pumping only a hair's breadth below the surface, so sweetly vulnerable in a moment that he was desperate to claim for his own. She was the first of his harem that he had fucked under the watchful eye of his wife and he intended to do more still to her, lying back half on the bed, legs slung over the side and feet finding purchase in the luxuriously soft stability of the carpet. She faced him as he smirked and took in her tits, the heavy swell of them spilling forward more and more, eventually to a size that he would compare to a heavily pregnant belly, the heft of them more than any one man could handle alone. But Aubron was not just a man and he was an elf that could take all that she had to offer, pressing his face into her tits, even between the tangling tentacles of the plan, little bulges travelling down its vines as it sucked more and more milk from her.

"Oh..." She whimpered, breathless and mindless in lust, a different goat to the one that had originally stalked him. "Yes... Yes... Take... Take me..."

She could barely get her words out but that was not something that she had to worry about as Aubron slid into her, sitting up to better hold her in his arms, cock driving deep into a pussy that clenched and rippled wantonly around him. Her fleshy buttocks squeezed down against his thighs, a plentiful cushion with a layer of enticing muscle beneath, and he grunted thickly as he thrust up against her, the jiggling of her tits swaying and wobbling against him. They were too close to not bump into him as they pushed out desperately from her chest, the winding of the vines encasing them, stretching and growing in turn so that they could contain her much larger tits, the nipples easily much larger than his thumb, the perfect size for sucking if they had not, alas, been otherwise occupied. But he could take her milk into his mouth at another time as he growled with savage passion, thrusting and grinding up into her, lips parted and eyes blazing with kinky intent.

Yes... Yes, his harem was everything he wanted, the white goat's fur thick and fluffy as he swept his hands through the thick coating of her tits, although the vines had been lax in keeping every drop sealed away. That they were damp with her lactating milk, however, did not bother the king as he panted and thrust, her velveteen pussy closing around him, squeezing and massaging, her labia strained around him as if even the very base of his cock was so thick that it was a stretch for her to take. Yet what elf would not want to know and think that his cock was so large that he could not help but deliver such pleasure to a howling female?

The goat's pussy pulsed around him and, before he knew it, a gush of her fluids soaked his crotch, even more than they had already, her howl of pleasure ringing through the room, even though it was not enough to drown everyone else out. He pressed his face into her breasts, the tease of the vines erotic too in its own way, though her twitching, little tail as he grasped her firm, thick buttocks was the most erotic thing of all in its own way, a hiss breaking his lips as he ground into her, heart pounding, his own climax coming.

He didn't need to seed her again but he wanted to, so very desperately, with so many wanton eyes on him, the feel of her fur under his fingers and her breath against his skin, hot and ever so slightly, damp, enough to drive him to that crescendo of need. Aubron moaned and she cried out right along with him as his rampantly thrusting cock pushed her on to new thrills, one orgasm spilling into the next as he hungrily nuzzled and kissed her breasts, the dampness of her milk as intimate as a lover's kiss on his lips.

He could not hold back, her huge, heaving tits filling his vision as he climaxed, balls aching for that final spill, the releasing of his load. And it was straight into her that he seeded, his cum mixing with her arousal, crotch soaked and her inner thighs too, though neither of them really cared how much slopped out of her pussy. She was already impregnated, he was sure of it, and their offspring would soon come to fruition, though he hankered for more in the interim, a stomach heavily swollen as if with cum, rising in the throes of blissful pregnancy.

Eager paws helped the goat off him as if the rest of his harem were all wanted to be next, the cow sisters released from the stocks and the mare even letting the goat rest her head back in her lap, a comfortable pillow for the lust-addled ungulate. But her time to rest would come and she'd want her king all the more when she came around, the milking machines, for the moment, unhooked so that they could better please their king and look after the sisters in their harem.

"Here you are, my love."

Rania knew just who he would want after that, bringing the sweet bunny back to him, although she seemed to have recovered already, her eyes alight and a sexy, little hop back in her step. She practically launched herself at him, cum slopping messily from her pussy, but it was not her cunny that the king lusted for that time, the need for a more illicit kind of pleasure entirely creeping up on a sordidly influenced mind with a distinct lack of stealth or finesse.

His cock teased through her wetness as he sat back on a recliner, one foot still on the floor but he would not need all that much force to push into her this time around. No, the bunny would not be expecting it in the slightest as his shaft did not grind into the tightness of her pussy, breasts heaving and appearing overfilled as if the milking machine had not quite done the job it was supposed to with her. But that was something indeed that the king could take care of for her, even as her surprised shriek cut through the room, slicing the air with such shock that he could be forgiven easily for stalling, right where he was.

Aubron's hands slid over her hips, soothing her and allowing her to sink down on him at her own pace, her back to him and her buttocks lifted but slipping down and down and down more and more with every daringly passing moment. Her anal ring was what strained around his cock that time, however, illicit pleasures rising up to the forefront of his mind, although the sexy rabbit most certainly had not been expecting it. That was all well and good, however, as she blushed anxiously, grinding back down on him as her body adjusted to the first penetration back there that she had ever experienced, letting her own weight carry her straight back into the arms of ecstasy.

Her moans rose and he knew then that he could start thrusting, though a man like him knew that he could cum in but an instant with such a tight hole closing around him if he chose to. It would have taken only a light dropping of his self-control but Aubron clenched his jaw as if he was charging into the most ferocious of battles, intent only on making every moment count, making it last, lust swarming his mind, fingers tingling, senses overcome as her tits bounced. The bunny rocked on his cock, the position treating him to a truly wonderful view of her large, full buttocks and pert tail as she managed to get her hind paws under her body, better supporting herself as she rose and fell, riding him like an anal pro, even though the truth of the matter had already been revealed in that instant.

Half-sitting, propped up by cushions, Aubron moaned and grasped her breasts, though they were more than a good handful each, flesh squashing under the hold of his fingers, digging into lightly to delectable flesh. They hung down heavily in a teardrop shape but he could not see it from his current position, merely adoring the push of her nipples against his fingers, how the weight of them felt in his hands, everything truly delectable to such a degree that it made it all the more difficult to hold back from the ultimate pleasure of spending his seed inside her.

But it was her tightly twitching, squeezing hole that was the most tantalising thing of all, hot and wanton, squeezing as if to push him out, though her moans told him a very different story indeed as to what the bunny wanted in the passion of the moment. She cried out for more, begging him to fuck her and the king smiled open-mouthed, breath rushing over his lips, using what little leverage he had to grind deeply up into her at the same moment as he pushed her down.

It was enough, more than enough, the lewd, wet slurp of his soaked dick easing the passage of her tight hole, no longer forbidden, although there was nothing at all that could possibly be forbidden to the king. Everything was his to claim, even her most intimate of passageways, the searing warmth of her almost too much to bear on the over-sensitive head of his shaft, exposed and slick with a heady spill of more and more pre-cum.

He would not hold back, could not hold back, another kissing him - the mare? It had to be her and he welcomed the touch of another member of his harem, briefly groping her tits only to find that she had, once again, been hooked up to one of the milking machines, her breasts hanging down heavy and hot, though they had not been treated more to the influence of his magic, the passion that rose up in the throes of such lust. It was such a tight hole, tighter than a pussy, a hole that was never, truly, meant to be penetrated, that Aubron could not help himself, grunting and groaning in the back of his throat, letting the mare's lips tease his open as her tongue flickered into his mouth.

It was with her lips on his and his cock buried up the arse of another sweet lady that he climaxed that time, honestly barely aware of his surroundings, everything rising up, driving him to thrusting, passionate need. He spent every last spurt he had into her while the bunny dutifully and lustfully pressed her tail hole down on his cock, letting him fuck her as hard and as fast as he liked. Yet when the mare pulled away, stroking his face and rubbing his shoulders, he saw her hole still lusciously strained around his shaft, seeming such a tight seal that his seed could not drool out even then.

He let it gape though, drawing back so slowly that everyone knew just how much he was savouring the moment, a thick glob of cream heralding his departure, the bunny's toes curling, ears slipping back against her head. She wanted it all, wanted more, but the phoenix was before him, slipping between them, guiding Aubron up and off the chaise, her eyes dancing as she invited him into her divine plumage.

"Come now," she murmured, fluttering her eyelashes at him. "There's more, my king, more than we can give you. You haven't taken everything we had to offer yet..."

He took her in his arms, her back to his chest, letting the whole room see just how her breasts jiggled with the sway of her body. For he would be the one to, once again, make the phoenix fly, lifting her clean from the floor and letting her pussy tease down over his cock as if it was drawn there as if a target. His shaft sank home and the phoenix keened luxuriously, her song warbling through the room, the chamber that he would forever remember as one of lust even as he ploughed into her chamber. His hands on her hips dug in but not even the king could hold her up in such a position for too long as she grunted, fingers jumping to her legs and pushing them up so that they were spread-eagled, showing off the pink of her sex as he ploughed into her.

As delightful as a position it was, however, it could not be held forever and he sank down onto a chair with a grunt, briefly thankful for harem members who had had the foresight to place it there. They were thinking ahead, as well they should be, and he murmured his praise to them, spreading the phoenix's legs all the more, her sex swallowing down his cock like a hungry slut's throat, gulping and pulsing around him. Her beak parted and he pressed his head over her shoulder to better take in the rolling expanse of her feathered breasts, the nipples poking through, so heady that he wanted to take them into his mouth right then and there.

Alas, the king would come to see that there was only so much that even he could do in a moment so passionate, humping and grinding, using the little thrust and sway of his body to thrust up into her as the entirety of the phoenix's weight bore down on his lap. He could barely move under her but, heaven damn it, he was going to do all he could, the tightness of her pussy not so stringent after he had had the bunny's tail hole. Yet the flesh of her thighs, the feathers brushing his palms, was pleasurable too in a different way and it was that difference that he was passionate for, pushing on into highs and delicious moments that he had not before known could be his to take, to claim and to, ultimately, experience over and over again.

It was all his and he knew that intrinsically as he ploughed into her, humping and grinding, working his hips, thighs burning with the exertion of it all, energy driving through in the rise of stamina. He had to keep going, had to keep thrusting, had to keep searching for that ultimate pleasure, what made him moan the loudest, the others cheering them on, though they were engaged in their own pleasures. Some kissed, tongues tangling and dancing between muzzles, paws on breasts, putting on a show for him, knowing that, if they were good enough, that would mean they were next to be fucked. Before his eyes, the cows had been hooked up face to face so that they could kiss passionately, tits milked and delivering their cream into the milking tanks once more, a treat that Rania had once told him was a delicacy to those who had the coin to pay for such things.

Aubron snarled incoherently, muscles bulging, lust taking over, not even noticing the phoenix climaxing, his girth grinding over her clit with every thrust, tickled in the feathers of her crotch. Yet he felt his climax swelling up, the rise of the tide, the breeze picking up the hair on his head, teasing him with pleasure in the moment before it crashed over him, nuts tugging up and churning, every muscle in his body engaged in the art of spilling his load into the phoenix once more. Even dimly through the chaos of ecstasy, Aubron could not help but make a mental note to see that pretty little beak of hers painted with his seed next time he took her, though he wondered that her beak was wide enough to really take the full length of his cock.

He'd just have to find that out for himself.

She slipped from him as the queen came, a lightness to her stride as she let the mare fall to her knees before her, muzzle obviously wet from Rania's arousal, slick on her pussy-lips. Against himself, his cock eased from the phoenix's pussy while she rested, coming back to herself after multiple climaxes, Aubron groaned for the image of her, the inherent beauty that had claimed him initially even though it had been Rania's personality, of course, that had eventually persuaded him to make her his for the rest of his life.

The deeds were done (multiple times over) and there was still time to lust after, even if there was no more daylight to burn. The lighting in the bedchamber had fallen soft and subtle, Rania having set the wall lighting to something with a softer ambience while he'd been otherwise occupied, and he left the members of his so very sweet harem where they were, tits swollen and heaving, milked to divine completion, to take his wife into his arms.

"I should have known you would find the best breeders in the galaxy for me."

Her way of response was to kiss him fiercely, teeth catching his lips, his tongue, drawing him wantonly into her embrace.

"Only for you," she whispered, breath hissing over his lips as she just barely broke the kiss. "But there is more yet to come, my dear, and your pleasure harem has so much more to give you."

Slipping to her knees, Rania moaned as she took her husband's shaft into her mouth, reverently holding the girth as her lips slid down and down and down. Returning home to the one that had always given him the best, he groaned, casting his eyes over the rest of his harem and, however shakily, crooking a finger in their direction.

"Watch closely, ladies," he murmured, knowing that they would all hear him clearly. "She knows... Unnff... Best how to please...to please... Me."

His utterance came out broken and jarring as Rania swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, cleaning him of the sexual arousal of others and his own orgasm, but no one cared or even minded that he was not as eloquent as he usually was. There was a time and a place for things like that and it most certainly was not in his private chambers with his harem around, everyone crowding wantonly in, some of them still hooked up to the machines and the kinky little tentacle-monsters that wanted to draw more and more of their milk from them. Only Aubron and Rania, of course, knew just how valuable that milk was if they sold it on but they both warranted that the other would have a kinkier means for it to be best utilised, even supplying them with a fresh source of magic and energy, before anything ever came to that.

They listened and murmured, rocking and grinding, fingers between their thighs, wanting him all over again, though Rania's lesson would not be the last that would come to pass before the witness of the king's kinky harem. There would be many lessons in love left to take. And Aubron had all the time in the world to teach them.

He'd make sure of it.