Unfortunately, he was not allowed to satisfy himself as he wanted. All mares not covered were taboo for him, and he was not allowed to explore the pleasure grottos of the others, because the mistress thought he could break something or even contaminate the breeding.
A mare would be inseminated again tonight. He had prepared the meal for the mistress and her guest. Whenever he prepared that mixture of breast milk and young blood for the guest, something special happened. It was time again tonight. Ravijel, the cute little Blutelfenjägerin, had brought a Draeneim girl who was ready for breeding.
Mistress Reva would certainly call her demon companion tonight so that together they could fill the body of the little Draeneisch lamp with their dark seeds. The girl would then receive a child within a few weeks, and while her tits swelled and milked, the demon would take his bred brood with him, that dark place, had no access to normal mortals.
Durath didn't know where to take her. The tauren bulls weren't interested either. He just found it annoying that he had only been able to take care of these horny fucking mares for years, and very rarely got a real fuck. He had to put them several times a day on the frame on which they were milked, saw their plump, horny udders, was even allowed to chase his huge tail into their drooling mouths, but the really female parts were so cruelly withheld from him.
His ears moved slightly when he heard soft moan. He stopped at the Scheunentor, where he wanted to bring a handful of ropes. The evening glow disappeared behind the mountains and let his fur dive into a dark black. There it was again: lustful moan. Not the whimper he normally knew from the stable.
The Taure took no further step. He wanted to hear what was going on in the stable. No, he not only wanted to hear it, he wanted to see it. Slowly, so as not to attract attention, he approached the stable. He resembled the steps of his hooves to the rhythm of the ever louder roar and wheezing.
His gaze fell through the side window onto the Kaldoreistute Viriona. He had brought her to the milking pan for milking. She was still tied up in this one. The Blutelfe Ravijel was still busy milking her blazing udders. He caught a glimpse of the hustle and bustle and his eyes shone lusts because she did much more. The petite Ravijel had kneeled behind the mare and gently licked its vagina.
The long, black-blue, sweaty hair of the night elf fell sideways on her head as she kept rearing up as the baby girl's tongue cut her cunt. It was not a brutal rape, as the mistress wished. Ravijel specifically made the mare happy. Her nimble tongue licked up to the porridge of her victim. She gently circled the dark purple opening and elicited a desperate sound of passion from the mare.
The taure smiled greedily. He liked the lesbian goings-on of the elf. Not that he wanted to leave it at that. Viriona was unfortunately already provided by the mistress for cover. He would have loved to chase his huge cock into her night elf fart, or at least fuck her ass, which was too tight. But he was forbidden to do both. The mistress had previously tolerated it. But too many mares had become terrible afterwards or had been pregnant by his seed, which had made them unusable for the purposes of the mistress.
The delicate fingers of the blood elf crossed over the huge breasts of the night elf and squeezed the milk out of their udders with skillful pressure. The finest elf milk spills from their dark purple nipples, which were already very irritable. It was hard, swollen balancing that the white secretion flowed out of. A silver bowl under her breasts caught it.
Durath licked his lips. This lake full of delicious elf milk excited him almost as much as the provocative shaky butt, which acknowledged every touch with a cozy twitch.
Ravijel's tongue slid through the column again. Now she specifically spoiled the milk mare's clit. The long groan became a funny panties. Her fingers now squeezed the milk out of the fleshy tits with ever faster. Every pump movement also suggested a movement of her tongue, and almost brought the calendars around her mind.
Ravijel knew what she was doing. She seduced the mare, not only did she milk her tits, she also milked her mind, squeezed a little more out of the sensual elf body with every milk sharpener that flowed into the silver bowl.
Viriona started screaming. It had long since fallen into sheer ecstasy. Durath's penis also shrugged painfully. The sight of the two elves was too cool. The night elf frolicked in her bonds and threw herself wildly. Caught in a climax that had sprung from humiliating lust. Their screams slowly subsided and turned into an exhausted, satisfied panties.
The blood elf rose and licked her fingers. She had only gotten a little bit of breast milk when milking, and now didn't want to give up any of the most precious of all juices. She crept gracefully like a big cat around the Kaldorei, gently stroked her buttocks, her back and then leaned down to her pilloried head.
The kiss of both women was initially only a gentle touch on the lips. The night elf still groaned under the consequences of its peak. Ravijel devoured her playmate's hot, voluptuous breath. She enjoyed plucking her lips, luring her tongue and teasing her.
Sensually, she sank her tongue in the tangle of lust as well as Viriona, and they started a dance together, despite the limitations of the pillory. Minutes of mutual scanning passed before the two separated breathlessly.
The blood elf whispered something in her playmate's ear that Durath didn't understand. He wasn't interested either. He was just awesome. The bull wanted to fuck, wanted to climb a female. His lust focused more and more on the blonde blutelfe, who was lifting the silver bowl with the valuable milk and going to the door. Right in his arms.
„ Did you have fun? “, He asked with a malicious grin, which revealed his knowledge. Ravijel flinched in alarm when he surprisingly addressed her at the door.
„ I have to bring the milk to the mistress “, she said hesitantly with a lowered look. Her heart beat faster immediately. Panic, shame and many other indefinable feelings chased through her small, fragile body.
„ Then the mistress brought the milk “, said Durath, and almost drooled on her with sheer lust. „ After that we can still have our fun. And hurry up. You don't want me to tell our mistress about your game with her milk mare? “
She looked up at him in horror: „ You don't dare. “
„ So? What do you think? “, He smiled with the expression of victory in his eyes.
„ Please, Durath. “
„ I won't tell her “, he finally said. „ if you come back to me quickly. “
Her breath caught.
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