Content: Cow Hybrid Phainon, strap, nipple play, smut with no plot, fem farmer Reader, bottom Phainon,, there is fucking I don't know what to say anymore, I'm not good at tagging, is bad, is like a fever dream (it was for me)
Everyone on the farm knows, no one says it outright, of course! That would be rude! But they know in the way people glance at each other when you pass, in the way chores around his side of the fields somehow always end up assigned to you,they know because you’re kinder with him,because you linger,because you bring treats you swear are "just leftovers" and talk to him like he’s the only one listening.
Your favorite darling cow, that’s what they call him when you’re not around, Phainon!
You tell yourself it’s practical,he’s bigger than the others much much bigger,strong enough that the fence had to be reinforced twice but gentle enough that no one panics when he lowers his head, horns curving dangerously close to the ground,you’re the only one he’ll let brush behind the ears,the only one who can walk past his stall without him shifting, watching, waiting.
It would be irresponsible not to check on him more often since he seems to like and listens to you more than the rest...
That’s what you think as you walk the familiar dirt path, basket bumping softly against your hip,the sun’s barely crested the hills, turning the fields gold and green and unbearably calm,you pass the other barns first, smaller, noisier, alive with the usual morning chaos of your little farm but you don’t stop at any of theirs, and unsurprisingly your steps slow as you get closer to his
You imagine him before you see him, it’s just hard not to...Phainon takes up space even when he’s not there, too tall, too broad, built like a fucking tank, you picture the way he has to duck slightly to get through the larger doors, the way his shadow spills across the hay when he shifts his weight, cute.
But you wonder if he’s awake yet? He usually is by now, since he has a habit of waking up very early before sunrise even if he doesn't have work or duties that day
You think about the sound of his breathing, deep, steady, grounding,about the way his cutw tail flicks when he’s aware of you, even if you haven’t spoken yet, about how he always pretends not to be waiting, like you haven’t caught him standing closer to the front of his stall on more than one occasion, impatiently waiting for your arrival as he taps his feet on the ground involuntarily.
You smile to yourself, teasing him is easy almost unfair, Phainon is large in every way that matters and yet he startles like a skittish calf when you say his name just right, when you draw out the vowels or when you praise him like you’re not fully aware of what it does to him, which honestly makes you want to tease him even more...
Anywho! You adjust your grip on the basket, Phainon’s breakfast for now then working after, maybe you’ll lean against the fence and talk for a while, maybe you’ll test how close you can get before he shifts too close? Way far? Will you let you rub behind his ear today? Or just comb his fluffy hair? You can't really tell with this guy before that quiet tension rolls through him like a coming storm, maybe you'll have one of those fun playtimes with him or maybe you’ll behave, he's probably tired since that's all you do with every visit to him...
The barn comes into view at the end of the path, bigger than the others, reinforced beams darkened with age the door is closed, but you can already feel it: the weight of him inside, waiting impatiently for that familiar straw hat, while listening carefully as to not miss the sound of those old boots that everyone around the farm is used to hear.
You stop just outside and push the door open with a soft creak, the hinges protesting like they're in on the secret. The air inside is warmer, thicker, carrying the earthy scent of hay and something sweeter, Phainon's own musk, faint yes but unmistakable, like fresh cream mixed with sun warmed skin, sunlight filters through the high windows in golden shafts, dust motes dancing lazily as your eyes adjust to the dimmer light.
There he is, just as you imagined: Phainon, standing in the center of his spacious stall, his massive frame silhouetted against the back wall. He's awake, of course, those blue eyes flick toward you immediately, sharp and attentive beneath the fringe of his snowy white hair, his horns curve gracefully from his forehead, polished tips catching the light, and his tail gives a single, deliberate swish before stilling.
He's shirtless as he often is in the mornings, his beefy chest rising and falling with that steady rhythm, muscles shifting under pale skin as he turns fully to face you, broad shoulders taper to a thick waist, his arms crossed loosely over his pecs, hiding those sensitive nipples you know are already perking at the sound of your approach.
You step inside fully, letting the door swing shut behind you with a soft thud that echoes in the quiet space. Phainon's blue eyes lock onto yours, a spark of recognition lighting them up, and his lips curve into that familiar, cheeky grin, the one that always makes him look like he's got a secret joke just for you, which most of the time he does. He uncrosses his arms slowly, deliberately, letting his hands drop to his sides and you catch the way his chest flexes under the motion, those thick pecs shifting, nipples already tightening into dark peaks against his pale skin.
He's wearing those loose pants that hang low on his hips, the kind that do nothing to hide the powerful thighs beneath or the subtle bulge starting to stir as he watches you approach.
“Morning, partner!” he drawls, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the air, laced with that playful lilt he saves for you. He tilts his head, snowy white hair falling over one horn and his tail swishes again, brushing against the hay strewn floor “Didn't think you'd be here quite so early....Miss me that much? Or is this basket just an excuse to sneak a peek at all this?”
He gestures to himself with a wink, puffing out his chest a little, making his muscles ripple in a way that's equal parts showy and endearing. It's cheesy, yeah, but coming from him, with those blue eyes twinkling like that, it hits just right, makes your pulse quicken as you set the basket down on a nearby stool.
You saunter closer, boots crunching softly on the straw, letting your gaze drag over him appreciatively. He's so big, towering even when he's not trying, his frame filling the stall like he owns every inch of it but you know better! Under all that beefy confidence, he's putty in your hands, especially when you turn up the tease.
“oh Phainon” you say, drawing out his name like honey, your voice light and mocking “As if I'd come all this way just for the view. Though...I won't deny it's a nice bonus” You stop just outside the low gate of his stall, leaning against it, your eyes flicking to his chest again. Those nipples are begging for attention already, pebbled and sensitive and you can almost hear the way his breath hitches when you don't look away.
He chuckles, a deep, warm sound that rolls from his chest but there's a flush creeping up his neck, tinting his cheeks pink under that snowy hair. “Smooth talker today, huh? Bet you say that to all the cows” He steps forward, closing the distance until he's right up against the gate, his large hands gripping the top rail.
Up close, his musk is stronger, that sweet cream scent wrapping around you, making your mouth water. His horns curve close but he keeps his head low, submissive in that unspoken way, waiting for you to decide how this morning plays out. You reach through the gate, your fingers brushing his arm, feeling the heat of his skin, the solid muscle beneath, he doesn't pull away in fact, he leans into it just a fraction, his blue eyes half lidded now.
“Only the ones who earn it” you murmur, your hand trailing up to his shoulder, then higher, tangling in that fluffy white hair at the base of his horns. He lets out a soft hum and his tail flicking faster. You tug gently, just enough to make him tilt his head back, exposing the line of his throat, and he swallows hard, the flush deepening “And you've been such a good boy lately, haven't you? No complaints from the others about you getting restless” Your thumb strokes behind his ear, that spot he loves and he shivers, a full body tremor that makes his pecs bounce slightly.
Phainon's grin falters into something softer, cheekier still as he tries to play it cool “Good boy? Now that's fighting dirty, partner! You know what that does to a guy like me...” He shifts his weight, his pants tenting more obviously now, the outline of his cock thickening against the fabric but his voice has that edge, the one that says he's fighting not to beg already.
You laugh softly, pulling your hand back just to watch him chase it, his head following until you stop him with a finger to his lips. “Open the gate” you say, not a question, and he fumbles with the latch, swinging it wide so you can step inside his space.
The stall feels smaller with both of you in it, his massive body crowding yours in the best way. You circle him slowly, like you're inspecting your prize bull (he is) your hand trailing over his back, down to the base of his tail where it meets his ass. He tenses, then relaxes with a sigh, his cheeks burning brighter “Tease” he mutters, but there's no heat in it just that sweet, whiny undertone starting to creep in.
You stop in front of him again, closer now, your body brushing his...He's so warm, radiating heat like a furnace and you press your palm flat against his chest, feeling his heart thunder under your touch. “Guilty” you whisper, your fingers circling one nipple, not quite touching yet just close enough to make him arch into your hand. His breath catches, a soft “Ah” escaping and his blue eyes flutter shut for a second.
You pinch lightly, rolling the hard nub between your thumb and forefinger, and he gasps, his large hands clenching at his sides. “Look at you, already perking up for me. Sensitive this morning, huh?” You twist gently, tugging just enough to draw a whimper from him, his body jerking forward.
He was still trying to hold onto that cheeky facade but it's cracking (like my bed when I get a hold of him) “Y-yeah, well...can't help it when it's you” he stammers, his voice dropping an octave, cheesy lines forgotten as he leans into your touch. You switch to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention,pinching, pulling, soothing with your palm until he's panting, his chest heaving, nipples swollen and red from your play.
Milk beads at the tips, white and creamy, and you lean in, your tongue flicking out to lap at one, ghe taste is sweet, rich, flooding your mouth as he moans, loud and unrestrained, his hands finally moving to grip your hips.
“Partner....please” he whines, the word slipping out before he can stop it, his blue eyes wide and pleading when you pull back to meet his gaze. That flush covers his whole face now, down to his collarbones and his cock strains against his pants, a wet spot forming at the tip. You smile, teasing as ever and sink to your knees in the hay, your hands working his pants open. He helps, clumsy with need, shoving them down his thick thighs until his cock springs free heavy, thick, veined, the head already leaking pre cum but you're not here for that yet, you want to break him more.
Rising slightly, you capture a nipple in your mouth, sucking hard, drawing out the milk in steady pulls. Phainon cries out, his hands fisting in your hair, not pushing but holding on like you're his lifeline. “Oh gods, yes... just like that” he babbles, his voice turning whiny, cute little sobs mixing with the cheesy remnants. "You're gonna make me— fuck Partner you're too good at this.." Milk flows freely now, warm and sweet down your throat and you hum around the sensitive peak, your teeth grazing just enough to make him buck.
You pull off with a pop, strings of milk connecting your lips to his chest, and he whines in protest, trying to chase your mouth. “Patience, darling” you coo, standing to push him back against the stall wall. His broad back hits the wood with a thud, horns scraping lightly, and he slides down to sit on a low bench, legs spreading wide in invitation. You straddle his lap, pulling down your pants to reveal you're bare underneath, your pussy already slick and aching from his reactions. Grinding down, you let your folds slide along his cock, coating him in your wetness and he throws his head back, a guttural moan ripping from his throat.
“Please... need you!” he whimpers, all cheekiness gone, replaced by that adorable mess of a man blushing furiously, blue eyes glassy with desperation. His hands roam your thighs, respectful but eager, thumbs digging into your skin as you rock against him. You lean in, nipping at his other nipple, sucking until more milk spills, dripping down his chest. Licking it up, you murmur against his skin, “Beg for it, Phainon, tell me how bad you want your farmer's pussy on your cock..”
He does, words tumbling out in a whiny rush “Want it so bad! Please, fuck me, ride me, slap my ass anything! Just don't stop!” His tail thrashes behind him, knocking hay everywhere, and you finally give in, lifting to position his thick cock at your entrance. Sinking down slowly, inch by inch, you feel him stretch you, filling your pussy completely. He gasps, hips jerking up instinctively but you pin him with your hands on his chest, nails digging into those abused nipples.
“Stay still” you command, and he nods frantically, biting his lip to obey and you start moving, rolling your hips in a teasing rhythm, your clit grinding against his base with each thrust. Phainon's a wreck whining, moaning, his big body trembling under you as you ride him harder, your pussy clenching around his cock. Milk leaks from his nipples with every bounce and you lean down to suckle again, the dual sensations making him sob your name.
The pace builds, your teasing turning fierce as you chase your release, his cock hitting deep inside you. He breaks fully then, cute and submissive, babbling praises between whines: “So good... love your pussy... please, cum on me...” You do, shattering around him with a cry, your walls milking his cock until he follows, pumping hot cum deep into you, his body arching off the bench.
You collapse against his chest, both panting, his arms wrapping around you in a gentle hold. He nuzzles your hair, still flushed and soft but you're not done yet the morning's young and Phainon's recovery is always quick. After a few minutes of affectionate cuddling, your hand drifts back to his nipple, pinching lightly, and he jolts, a fresh whimper escaping.
After the first round, you don't stop at cuddling. Your fingers trace lazy patterns on his cum smeared chest, dipping into the valleys of his abs, feeling the way they contract under your touch. Phainon's breath is ragged, his blue eyes half lidded as he stares up at you, that post orgasm glow making his snowy hair stick to his forehead in damp strands. “You...you're something else” he murmurs, trying to reclaim a bit of that cheeky tone but it comes out breathy, vulnerable.
His tail twitches weakly, curling around your ankle like he can't bear to let you go. You smirk (very smugly? Idk) leaning down to nip at his jaw, your teeth grazing the stubble there. “Flattery will get you everywhere, big guy” Your hand finds his nipple again, still slick with milk and saliva and you roll it slowly, watching his face contort in pleasure pain.
He arches, a whine building in his throat but you soothe it with your mouth, latching on and sucking gently this time, drawing out the last drops. The taste lingers on your tongue, addictive, and he threads his fingers through your hair, holding you there with trembling hands.
When you pull away, his chest is heaving, nipples puffy and oversensitive, and you can see the way his cock twitches against your thigh, already stirring despite the fresh load inside you. “Think you can handle more?” you ask, your voice teasing as you grind your pussy against him, letting him feel how wet you still are, his cum leaking out to coat his length.
Phainon's flush deepens, spreading to his ears and he nods, biting his lip “For you? Always” But there's that whiny edge, the way his voice cracks on the last word, betraying how close he is to breaking again. You slide down his body, kissing a trail over his pecs, his ribs, the soft give of his belly all that beefy solidity that's yours to command (I want a burger..) Settling between his legs, you take his cock in hand, stroking firmly, feeling it harden fully under your grip. Pre cum beads at the tip and you lick it away, swirling your tongue around the head before taking him deep.
He moans, loud and unrestrained, his hips bucking up until you pin them down with your free hand. “Easy” you mumble around him, the vibration making him shudder. You bob your head, sucking his thick cock, your cheeks hollowing as you work him, one hand fondling his balls, heavy and full. The other sneaks up to pinch his nipple, twisting hard, and he cries out, a mix of a moan and whine “partner! Oh fuck fuck fuck— yes! Don't stop! Please...”
You pull off with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting you and climb back up, positioning yourself reverse this time so he can watch your ass as you sink onto his cock. The angle hits different, deeper and you both groan as you bottom out, your pussy stretching around him. Rocking back, you set a punishing pace, your hands braced on his thighs for leverage, feeling the muscle flex under your palms.
Phainon watches, mesmerized, his hands reaching to grip your hips, but you swat them away playful dominance asserting itself. “Hands to yourself, or I'll stop...”He whines, obeying, fisting the hay instead as you ride him, your ass slapping against his hips with each thrust. Leaning back, you reach for his nipples, tugging both in rhythm with your movements and milk dribbles down his sides again, mixing with sweat.
“Look at the mess you're making” you tease, voice breathy from the building pleasure. “All leaky for me” He sobs, hips stuttering up to meet you, his control slipping. “Can't help it...you feel so good...”The words spill out, whiny and desperate, his blue eyes tearing up from overstimulation.
You cum first, clenching around him like a vice, and he follows with a bellow, flooding your pussy once more. But you keep moving, drawing out his orgasm until he's oversensitive, whimpering cutely (uwu) babbling things like: “Too much! ” “please...farmer” “love you..” “don't stop!”
After the reverse ride, you ease off him, both slick and spent, but your tease isn't satisfied. Rolling to the side, you pull him with you, his massive body spooning yours in the hay. His cock nestles against your ass, still semi hard and you reach back to guide his hand to your breast, letting him knead gently while you play with his nipple in return.
"Tell me what you want next," you whisper, feeling his tail wrap around your leg possessively (Ceo) . Phainon hesitates, that cheeky spark flickering back. “Well, if you're offering...maybe I could return the favor? Let me lick you” His voice is gruff, trying to look bold but the blush gives him away.
You laugh, turning in his arms to push him onto his back again “Cute try but I think I'll decide” Straddling his chest, you present your dripping pussy just out of reach, making him strain up, tongue extended. “Beg for a taste”
He does, whiny from the start this time “Please, let me taste you... need it! Your cum on my tongue...” Satisfied, you lower, and he devours you, tongue thrusting deep, lips sucking your clit, nose bumping your mound. His hands grip your thighs, horns scraping harmlessly and you grind down, chasing another high while pinching his nipples raw.
When you cum, flooding his mouth, he drinks it all, moaning like it's the sweetest milk. Then, flipping positions, you finger his tight ass, curling to hit his prostate while stroking his cock. He thrashes, whining “Gonna cum... oh gods, yes!” Ropes of cum paint his belly, and you lick it up, mixing it with his milk for a taboo treat. (never writing smut again)
Hours pass like that teasing touches, milk drinking sessions where you suckle until he's dry and begging, playful dominance that leaves him a blushing, whiny mess. By midday, as you finally gather the basket to leave, Phainon pulls you back for one last kiss “Come back soon? Can't be here without you” You promise you will, already planning the next visit, your favorite cow hybrid waiting just for you.
As the day wanes with lazy affection combing his hair, rubbing behind his ears until he dozes, only to wake him with teasing touches. He's fully yours, and as you leave, the farm knows: Phainon's your darling, forever.
ew days after that indulgent morning in Phainon's stall, you decide to up the ante on your teasing game. The farm's been buzzing with the usual rhythm, cows lowing in the distance, the scent of fresh hay and earth filling the air
but your mind's been elsewhere, scheming. You've got a little package tucked under your arm, wrapped in plain brown paper to keep the surprise hidden. It's not food this time, not treats or breakfast. No, this is something far more playful, something that'll make your big, beefy cow hybrid squirm in the best way.
You push open the barn door with your shoulder, the familiar creak greeting you like an old friend. The air inside is warm, laced with that sweet musk that's become your favorite scent. Phainon's there, as always, lounging against a post in his spacious enclosure, his snowy white hair tousled from an afternoon nap, blue eyes snapping to attention the moment you enter.
He's shirtless again, those massive pecs on full display, nipples already perking up at the sight of you. His tail gives a lazy swish, and he straightens to his full height, towering and broad, but there's that cheeky grin splitting his face.
“Back so soon, farmer?” he rumbles, voice dripping with that playful charm. He crosses his arms over his chest, flexing just enough to make his muscles bulge, trying to look all confident and in control. “What'd I do to deserve two visits in one week? Or is this your way of saying you can't stay away from all this prime beef?” He winks, gesturing to himself with a dramatic sweep of his hand, his horns catching the light filtering through the windows.
You can't help but laugh, setting the package down on the stool by the gate. His eyes flick to it curiously, but he plays it cool, leaning against the fence with feigned nonchalance. “Oh, it's nothing much...” you say, your tone light and teasing as you unlatch the gate and step inside.
The stall feels even cozier with him so close, his heat radiating like a personal sun. You pick up the package again, holding it out to him like it's a gift from the gods. “Just a little something I thought you'd look adorable in. So go on, open it.”
Phainon raises a brow, his eyes narrowing in suspicion but the curiosity wins out. He takes the package, his large hands dwarfing it, and tears into the paper with a mix of eagerness and wariness. When the contents spill out a lacy black bra, matching panties that are clearly meant for someone much smaller, and a frilly garter belt with stockings he freezes.
His cheeks flush a deep pink, spreading up to the tips of his ears, and his tail stops mid-swish, hanging limp “W-what the hell is this?” he stammers, holding up the bra like it's a live snake, the lace dangling from his fingers. “Partner, you can't be serious...Lingerie?! For me?? I'm not some dainty milkmaid!”
You bite your lip to stifle a giggle, watching him hold the panties up to his hips, realizing immediately they'd barely cover half his thick cock, let alone his ass. “Come on, Phainon, don't be such a big baby” you tease, stepping closer and running a hand up his arm, feeling the muscle tense under your touch. “It's just for fun. Think of it as... role reversal. You in this, me taking charge, it'll be silly, sure but hot! And I know you love when I dress you up a bit...Remember that time with the pink bow around your horns?”
He snorts, trying to laugh it off but the blush deepens and he shifts his weight, his pants already tenting slightly at the idea “That was a bow, not...this frilly nonsense” He shakes the garter belt, the clips jingling like tiny bells, and you swear you see his nipples harden further, poking against his chest but there's that cheeky spark in his eyes he's intrigued, even if he's protesting. "Fine, fine but if I look ridiculous, it's on you, and you're not laughing deal?”
“Deal” you promise yas you guide him to sit on the bench. He strips off his pants first, his cock springing free, half hard and thick, veins pulsing along the length. You help him with the stockings, rolling the sheer black material up his powerful calves, over his knees and along his thighs.
They're stretchy but on his massive legs, they look comically tight, the lace tops digging into his muscles just enough to leave faint marks. He grumbles the whole time, but his tail flicks excitedly, betraying him.
Next, the panties. You kneel between his spread legs, holding them open. “Step in, big guy” Phainon hesitates then complies, lifting one foot, then the other as you slide them up slowly, savoring the way his cock bobs as you pull the fabric over his hips. The lace stretches taut, barely containing his girth the head of his cock peeks out the top, already leaking a bead of pre cum that soaks into the material.
The back rides up between his ass cheeks, framing his firm globes like a gift. He adjusts himself awkwardly, cheeks burning “This feels... weird and too tight....How do people wear this shit?”
“Yeahh but you look perfect” you murmur, standing to clip the garter belt around his waist. It's a struggle his thick middle makes the straps strain but you manage, attaching the clips to the stockings with a snap and fnally, the bra!
He holds his arms out like a child, and you hook it behind his back, the cups settling over his pecs. The lace pushes up his chest, turning his muscles into makeshift cleavage, his nipples visible through the sheer fabric, dark and erect, milk already beads at the tips, dampening the material.
Phainon stands, looking down at himself, and bursts into laughter a deep, booming sound that fills the stall “Holy shit, I look like a cow in drag!” He strikes a pose, one hand on his hip, the other fluffing the bra, his cock straining the panties obscenely vut the laughter fades into a shy grin, his flush returning as he catches your hungry gaze. “Okay, your turn to stop staring...It's embarrassing enough without you eye fucking me already..”
You circle him, trailing fingers over the garters, snapping one against his thigh. He yelps, jumping a little, tail thrashing “Embarrassing? Nah, it's adorable and sexy as hell” You stop in front of him, pressing close, your hands cupping his "cleavage" through the bra.
Your thumbs circle his nipples, feeling them throb under the lace, he inhales sharply, a soft whimper escaping despite his attempts to stay calm, the nipples are already swollen from the cool air and his growing arousal, the dark areolas peeking through the sheer black material, dotted with tiny beads of milk that seep out under the pressure of your thumbs you press harder, rolling the buds between your fingers in a deliberate pinch twist motion, tugging just enough to make him gasp.
Milk squirts out in fine streams, soaking the lace further, the warm liquid trickling down the curve of his pecs and pooling in the bra cups. “See? You're already leaking for me” you whisper, leaning in closer, your breath hot against his skin.
Phainon bites his lip, trying to hold back another whine but it slips out anyway a high, needy sound that makes his tail twitch erratically. His blue eyes flutter half closed, cheeks burning crimson as he shifts his weight, the friction of the panties against his hardening cock adding to the torment.
Not satisfied with just fingers, you hook a nail under the edge of one bra cup, pulling it down to expose his left nipple fully, it's puffy now, erect and glistening with milk, the tip a deep rosy pink from your earlier teasing.
You blow a cool puff of air over it, watching it tighten even more, and Phainon shudders, his massive hands clenching at his sides. “F-farmer... don't tease” he murmurs, voice cracking, but there's that cheeky undertone still clinging on, like he's challenging or maybe telling you to push further..
You smirk (smugly? Idk) lowering your head and flicking your tongue out to lap at the milk beading there. The taste is sweet and creamy, warm on your tongue as you circle the nipple with broad, flat strokes, coating it in your saliva before sucking the tip between your lips.
You draw on it gently at first, like nursing from a ripe fruit, feeling the milk flow in steady pulses as his body responds. Phainon's knees buckle slightly, and he grabs your shoulders for support, a low moan rumbling from his chest. You alternate suction soft pulls that make him sigh, then harder ones that have him arching into your mouth, milk flooding your tongue in rich spurts.
Switching sides, you tug the other cup down, both nipples now bare and exposed above the pushed up bra, the lace framing them like idk. Your fingers keep working the first one you freed, plucking and rolling it while your mouth latches onto the second.
This time, you graze your teeth lightly over the sensitive bud, nipping just enough to send a jolt through him. He yelps, a mix of surprise and pleasure, his cock throbbing visibly in the strained panties. “Oh gods... that's—ah!—too much” he whines, but his hips buck forward, seeking more contact..
You hum against his skin, the vibration making fresh milk leak out, and you suck harder, hollowing your cheeks to create a vacuum that pulls at the deep tissues beneath. Milk sprays into your mouth with each pull, some dribbling down your chin as you swallow greedily, savoring the way his body yields to you.
One hand slides down to pinch his other nipple between thumb and forefinger, twisting it sharply while you flick your tongue rapidly over the one in your mouth quick, insistent laps that mimic a lover's thrusts. Phainon's breaths come in ragged pants now, his cheeky facade crumbling as he starts to whimper continuously, soft and broken sounds that echo in the stall.
You pull back briefly, strings of saliva and milk connecting your lips to his glistening nipple, and blow on it again, watching it quiver “Look at these pretty tits of yours, all swollen and dripping just for me...” you tease, your voice low and commanding. He blushes deeper, averting his blue eyes, but his body betrays him nipples throbbing, chest heaving, more milk pearling at the tips.
You dive back in, sucking both now by alternating quickly, mouth on one while fingers mimic the suction on the other: pinching, releasing, then pulling outward to stretch the sensitive flesh.
The milk flows freer with each manipulation, soaking his abs and the top of the garter belt, the scent filling the air sweet and musky, mixed with his arousal. Phainon sobs outright, his tail wrapping around your leg in a desperate hold, pulling you closer “Please... more... hurts so good” he begs, voice whiny and cute, all traces of cheese gone as he melts under your attention.
You oblige, latching on with renewed vigor, your teeth scraping the areola while your tongue swirls the tip, drawing out every drop until his pecs are shiny and spent, nipples raw and hypersensitive.
Droplets of milk seep through the fabric, and you lean in, licking at one damp spot, tasting the sweet cream on your tongue. Phainon moans, his hands gripping your shoulders, body arching into your mouth “P-partner... that's not fair” he whines voice cracking, the silliness mixing with arousal.
You suck harder, the lace rough against your lips, drawing more milk as you pinch the other nipple through the bra and he bucks, his cock twitching in the panties, pre cum soaking the front.
“Fair? Who said anything about fair?” (alpha reader) You tug the bra down just enough to expose one pec, latching on fully, sucking greedily as milk flows warm and rich and he sobs, knees buckling.
You push him back onto the bench, straddling his lap, grinding your pussy against the lacy bulge of his cock, the friction is delicious, the fabric scraping your clit as you rock and Phainon's hands roam your back but you grab his wrists, pinning them above his head his horns scrape the wall lightly.
“Keep still, pretty boy," you command and he nods frantically, blue eyes glassy, all cheekiness dissolved into needy whines “Please... touch me...” You release one hand, guiding it to your breast but only after making him beg properly “Louder”
“Please please let me feel you! Need your tits in my hands...” Satisfied, he kneads roughly, thumbs flicking your nipples, while you continue suckling his, alternating sides until the bra is soaked, milk dripping down his abs.
You slide down, kneeling again and yank the panties aside just enough to free his cock. It's rock hard, throbbing, the head purple and slick but you don't take him...yet instead, you mouth the panties' edge, nibbling the lace where it frames his balls. He gasps, hips jerking.
You lick a stripe up his length, then suck the tip, swirling your tongue while your fingers toy with the garters, unclipping one and reattaching it slowly, teasing.
Phainon thrashes, whining “Gonna cum if you keep that up... please, fuck me already!” You pop off, “Not yet, stand up” He obeys shakily, the lingerie askew, stockings sagging a bit from his movements, You bend him over the bench, ass up, tail lifting instinctively.
The panties wedge deeper between his cheeks and you snap the garter against his skin, watching it jiggle, spreading him, you spit on his hole, circling with a finger before pushing in knuckle deep..
He moans loud, pushing back, the beefy globes clenching around you. “Yes... more....more more!” You add a second finger, scissoring, hitting his prostate until he's leaking pre cum onto the floor, milk dribbling from his nipples onto the bench, the bra hangs loose, one cup flipped up as you finger fuck him steadily, your other hand stroking his cock through the panties' side, the lace adding friction.
But you can't resist reaching around further, your free hand finding his chest again, you grab a handful of his pec, squeezing the muscle while your thumb digs into the exposed nipple, rubbing circles that make fresh milk squirt out in response to your prostate massage.
“Look at you, all dressed up and desperate...” you tease, curling your fingers. He sobs, body trembling “Love it... love you in me...” You withdraw, standing to shuck your clothes, your pussy dripping wet. Grabbing lube from the basket always prepared you slick your fingers again but this time, you add a third, stretching him wide.
Phainon's a mess, babbling: “Fuck my ass... please, farmer, need your pussy on me... wait, no....your strap? Or— oh gods just give me anything! I'll take anything from you!”You chuckle, the silliness peaking as you realize he's forgotten you're going bare, your pussy grinding against him instead.
But for now, you lube his cock thoroughly, then position yourself behind, rubbing your folds along his length while fingering him deeper, to heighten it, you lean over his back, mouth finding the side of his chest where the bra has slipped.
You suckle the nipple from this angle, awkward? Yes but intense, teeth grazing as you thrust your fingers in time with your pulls. Milk mixes with the lube on your hand, slick and messy. “Patience, I want you begging in that pretty outfit first” He does, whines turning to pleas, tail wrapping around your waist.
Finally, you pull your fingers out, you slick a strap on from the hidden compartment in your basket, silly farm life, always ready.....buckling it on quickly. It's thick, veined, matching his size almost or maybe even bigger! Phainon glances back, eyes widening at the sight, lingerie disheveled.
“Y- you brought that? For me?” His voice is breathy, excited despite the blush because he didn't expect that you would really get your strap, not that he's complaining of course ! You nod, pressing the tip to his hole “Gonna fuck you silly in your new undies” You push in slow, inch by inch, the strap stretching his ass as he groans, muscles clenching. The sensation's indirect for you, but the power, the view his big beautiful body in lace, tail flicking makes your pussy throb, you bottom out, hips flush to his ass, and start thrusting shallowly.
Phainon cries out, hands gripping the bench, the bra straps slipping down his shoulders “So full... fuck, yes—harder!” You oblige, pounding deeper, one hand reaching around to stroke his cock through the panties, the other pinching his nipple, tugging until milk sprays.
You twist the bud viciously, rolling it between your fingers as your hips snap forward, the dual sensations making him scream a raw, cry that bounces off the barn walls, milk arcs from the abused nipple, splattering the bench and your arm, while you lean in to catch some with your tongue mid thrust, lapping at the spraying liquid like it's nectar.
The pace builds, silly elements forgotten in the heat of his moans echoing, your grunts mixing as you rail him, you pull his hair gently, making him arch, exposing more of his chest for you to slap lightly, the pecs jiggling, then you attach your mouth again, sucking the free nipple while your fingers abuse the other, pinching and pulling in rhythm with your thrusts.
He bucks back, meeting your thrusts, the garters straining with each slap of skin “Cum for me” He does, spectacularly cock pulsing in your hand, cum soaking the panties and dripping down his thighs, body convulsing as you keep fucking through it, your mouth never leaving his nipple, drawing out the last drops of milk with firm, insistent suction.
You slow, then pull out, flipping him onto his back, the lingerie’s a wreck: bra askew, panties cum stained, stockings torn at the knee from his thrashing but he looks beautiful, flushed and spent, blue eyes adoring.
You remove the strap, climbing on to grind your pussy on his softening cock, using the slick mess for friction “My turn” you whisper, riding his thigh first, then sliding down to take his semi-hard length inside you.
Even even he's soft, he's big, filling your pussy as you bounce, hands on his chest, twisting nipples anew, milk flows again, and you lean to suck, the taste mingled with sweat.
This time, you take your time, mouth enveloping one nipple completely, tongue pressing flat against the underside while you suck in long, deep draws, feeling the milk pulse out in waves that match your bounces on his cock, your fingers on the other side pluck rhythmically quick tugs that make him whimper beneath you, his hands cupping your ass through the garters he'd somehow kept on.
“so good... ride me...” You do, clenching around him until he hardens fully inside, the overstimulation making him whine cutely, his nipples leaking steadily into your mouth. You cum hard, walls fluttering, soaking him, and he follows weakly, a second load spilling into you, collapsing together, you nuzzle his neck, fingers tracing the lace, giving his sore nipples one last gentle rub, eliciting a final, soft whimper from him.
The afternoon stretches, and you don't stop there, after catching your breath, you make him model more posing on all fours, tail high, as you snap "photos" with your mind's eye each pose leads to touches: fingering him while he kneels, the panties pulled aside; sucking his cock clean of cum, lace tickling your nose but throughout, you keep returning to his chest, unable to resist.
On his knees, you straddle his face briefly, then slide down to his lap, mouth latching onto a nipple while your fingers work the other, you suck with varying pressure gentle nursing that soothes him, then fierce pulls that have him bucking up into your hand on his cock, milk flooding your mouth until you're both drenched
“Think I could wear this to chores? Make the other cows confused or maybe even annoyed because I got another present this week?” he jokes mid thrust as you finger his ass again, three digits deep, prostate milking more pre cum.
But you silence him with your mouth on his nipple, teeth nipping the edge while your tongue flicks the tip relentlessly, drawing out a whine that turns into a moan, you laugh, adding a fourth finger, stretching him impossibly. “Only if I get to fuck you in the fields” The idea makes him clench, cumming dry this time, body shuddering, nipples throbbing under your persistent attention one sucked raw, the other twisted until milk sprays in weak jets.
By evening, the lingerie’s ruined torn stockings, bra discarded, panties a cum rag but Phainon's sated, curled around you in the hay, nuzzling softly.
His nipples are puffy and marked, sensitive to the slightest brush of your fingers as you trace them idly, making him shiver and whine one last time..“Best gift ever, partner...even if it was silly”You kiss his forehead, promising more surprises, your teasing bond stronger than ever.
Note: Don't ask about shit, I was writing it on Wednesday after my exam and then I slept for four hours so I thought everything I wrote was a dream but it turned out to be real and here we are, I decided to post it because I haven't posted anything in a while..
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