Advent Of A Gunslinger

Seeing the bovine’s enormous chest caused him to gain an erection. His shaft slowly stiffened over the course of the next few seconds until it was at half mast. “I-I...uhm…”

“Oh, don’t worry!” Clara said with her usual motherly tone, “Minotaur milk is completely edible from the get-go. Right from the source. I wouldn’t give ya somethin’ sweet without some milk now would I?”

The sugary taste of the turnovers had left Axel’s mouth dry. The gunslinger was both aroused and parched all at once. Trapped in a sensation of being unable to refuse, he would respond with a surprisingly excited nod of his head, eyes fixated on the milkers before him. “M...mm-hmm…”

“Good!” she squealed as she undid her bra. When she did, her breasts were fully exposed with pink nipples that were moist, and ready to lactate on command. “Wanna see how they feel first?”

“Uh...huh…” At this point, Axel was hooked. However, he couldn’t bring himself to grab her like that. It was a social taboo that struck him as rude.

In this case though, Clarabelle was more than willing to assist. “Here, let me help you…” She grabbed ahold of his claw’s wrist with her left hand, and pulled him in slowly until his bare claw made contact with the breast. His fingers sunk in and made depressions along the thickness of the boob. “...Ah. You like how that feels, hun?” she asked with an inviting, soft smile.

“Y-yea...yes…” Axel stared at the breast and how his fingers were essentially weighed down by the pillowy consistency of its weight. “...Feels...comfortin’...” he mumbled.

Clara would repeat the same action as before with his right claw. Now he had both of his hands planted gently upon, and groping her breasts. “A-ah!” squealed the minotaur woman as bits of milk leaked onto Axel’s claws.

He looked up at her with a concerned tilt of his head. “...Everythin’ alright, ma’am? I-I ain’t hurtin’ you am I?”

“N-no! Not at all!” her cheeks turned a bit rosy, “It’s just...I haven’t been milked in a long time, s-so it’s...s-sensitive!”

Axel knew a good amount about farming. One of the main things about dairy ranching was that a cow needed to be milked at least one good time per day. Otherwise a risk for buildup and pain could occur. Thankfully, the minotaur women like Clara didn’t seem to suffer from this on the same level as regular cows. Even so…

“...” He knew that, to at least relieve her of the strain on her body, he would have to go for it.

“...N-no rush, darlin’,” Clara said to assure him, “Take y-your timeooooh!”

Axel leaned forwards, towards her left nipple. He flicked his tongue out and gave the erect, leaking teat a lick or two which caused her to squeal. But then, he immediately took it a step further. The hippogriff moved his claw out of the way, and continued to bathe the nip in his saliva.

“A-ah! G-go on, dear...” she squealed further.

And he did just that. After a bit more teasing with a few gentle nibbles between his teeth, he fully went in, and pursed his lips around the tit. He started to suckle, and surely enough, a cool sensation would fill his mouth. Sweet, fresh milk--the freshest of its kind, right from the source. Though, it was a bit thicker than normal milk one could buy at a store--the viscosity was more along the lines of egg nog.

Which only made it better.

“Ah...yes, yes, Axie….” Clara squealed, panting in between her words. Her right hand remained upon his right wrist, encouraging him to grope her right breast as he fed off of her left one. “K-keep goin’....you’re doing s-so good...such a strong young man…”

“Mm...mm….” Axel sighed softly as he fed from the cow’s teat. He looked up at her and saw that adorable smile of hers which only made it more enjoyable. It had been a long time since he had seen someone smile like that, so he made sure to cherish this moment.

And all the while, his member had risen to a full state of erection.

Clara immediately took notice of the stallion’s black, throbbing equine shaft, and blushed. “...Lord have mercy on mah soul. I ain’t seen a dick this big in...f-forever…” It was certainly a surreal experience. After all, the only penises she had seen were those of Klugetowners which were like pencils by comparison.

But this one had Clara’s mind in a haze.

Drawn to it, she gently grasped the shaft of his penis with her right hand. The mere touch of her velvety hand caused Axel to moan.

“Mm...agh…” he grunted in between sips he took from her nipple.

“Shhh…” Clarabelle entered her motherly tendencies once more. Her left hand behind the stallion’s head kept him steady as he fed from her breast. “It’s okay, Axie. I’m just gonna make you feel good, okay?”

Axel glanced up at her once more, and nodded silently.

The minotaur woman started to stroke him off. Her hand was large enough to wrap around the entire girth of his cock. She made sure to pump his shaft all the way down to the base and up to the tip for good measure. “Ahh...dayum,” she remarked as she continued, “...I can’t wait to get this inside’a me. Oh, and don’t worry--minotaurs can only get pregnant from other minotaurs. So there’s no concerns about impregnation…” Clarabelle would lean forward and purr into his ear. “...Which means you can fuck me raw, and shoot all yer shots in me, gunslinger~”

“Mm! Ghh!” Axel took a break, and pulled away from her teat so he could catch some air. His cock started to swell and pulse even more when she had said that. “...Hhh...t-that sounds…”

Clara tilted her head with a concerned look on her face. “...Was that not a good pun? I apologize…”

“N-no!” Axel quickly responded. “I-I mean...it’s...it’s perfectly fine…”

“So you wanna give it to me then?” she asked with a more excited tone, eager for his answer.

“Hhhnn…” Unable to refuse such a beautiful bovine, Axel replied, “Y-yes...sorry. It’s...been a long time since I’ve been with a woman. I ain’t exactly...skilled at the foreplay talk…”

Clarabelle patted him on the head with her left hand to comfort him, rustling his mane. “Aw, don’t worry, hun. Truth is, I’m not super great at it either. In fact, I get customers way less often than those other gals since their lil’ kinks are more popular…”

Understandable. A massive lady who could snap you in half, a gothic one who loved to play with toys, and one who was obsessed with dick and wanted to be treated roughly if her leash was anything to go by. At first glance, Clarabelle didn’t have any quirks that helped her stand out compared to them.

But Axel had found something better: Her company. It was what allowed him to finally relax for one point in his life without living in fear of being shot.

“That...that don’t matter to me,” he said, “...I like ya how ya are. And ya help me feel...safe, I s’pose? Don’t get much better than that…”

“...You really think so? I...really appreciate that, honey. Thank you.” She brought him in for a tight hug...which forced Axel’s face into the depths of her cleavage.

“Hrrk!” While there, he was surrounded by the endless, jiggly fluff of both of her massive tits. It was enough to soothe him, but also made his erection persist even more. “Hhh…”

“Oops!” Clara let go, “Sorry about that, Axie. Since you had a taste’a my milk...mind if I get a taste’a yours?” she asked, and gave his shaft another gentle stroke with her hand.
Axel agreed without hesitation. “G-go right ahead, ma’am…” He had gotten his fill of her milk, so it was only fair to give back, right?

“Eee! I-I mean, okay!” she squealed, and dropped down to her knees on the floor. Axel remained sitting on the bedside, so this allowed Clarabelle to service him as much as she wanted.

She parted his hind legs a bit, and gained access to not only his entire shaft, but his testes as well. The stallion’s balls were swollen, and looked like they hadn’t been given proper attention in ages.

“Oh my…” Clara exhaled with a gaze of wonder as she stared his genitals up and down. “You ain’t been given no good treatment in forever...that ain’t good for a big man like you…”

“I-I...suppose not,” he replied softly, “I ain’t met no one who was skilled int he art of TLC---eeep!”

This time, Axel was the one who squealed. Clarabelle had her nose buried deep into his ballsac. Her entire snout had dug underneath his testes so that she could properly acquire his scent as bovines--such as minotaurs--often did to their new mates. “...Mmm…” Her snout was wide enough to where both of her nostrils could take in the musky scent of his balls. Clara tilted her nose upwards, and gazed admiringly at Axel with her tongue hanging from her mouth, dripping with drool. “Yer so...big!” she moo’d with praise, “Wanna fire this off inside me, baby? Ooh, I’d love that so much...”

By this point, Axel’s heart had melted with sweat rolling down the side of his face. Seeing a woman treat him in such a way was an unknown concept. But the sense of arousal had set in. Whether or not he knew it, he wanted this, and wanted it badly. “...Uh...uh-huh...I’d like to…”

“Good...now that I’ve softened ya up...….” She then dragged her nose straight up the length of his shaft along with her tongue to give him a hearty, slobbery lick. When she stopped, she made eye contact with the hippogriff. Her breasts mere inches away from the shaft. “Why don’tcha tell me ‘bout yourself, hun?”

He knew the game she was playing, and Axel had to return the ball. “...Tell you about m-me?”