#sub varka

Running a farm sure is difficult. You had to wake up early everyday and get lots of physical work done. Not only that, you also had to care for all of your hybrid animals, each with their own individual needs and problems. You did hire employees to help lessen your workload, but there were still things only the owner can solve. Like today, having to deal with the mystery of one of your best cows producing results atypical of him.

“Ahhn— ahnnghh~ ♡ mmHghff, n-not so roughhhh..!! T-too much too g-guuud ♥︎♡” He mewled, nails digging into his own thighs as he whimpered around the stretch. His knees were raised up to his chest and your cock already bottomed out inside him, causing him to kick his legs futilely. It’s been so long since he last had someone else play around with him in the hay like this. Just the tip alone was enough to make his eyes roll back, his mind all fuzzy with pleasure.

Now with the entire thing inside, his couldn’t hold back his voice anymore, “ahh.. ah—ahNgh, ha,,uuhNnh~ b-big, so biiig ♡ so deep~ h-hurts~!!♡♥︎♡” At this rate, he could swear you were fucking his stomach, reaching places he only gets to experience with you. No matter what he moaned out, he couldn’t fool no one with that big, stupid grin plastered across his face. “You are kind of pissing me off.” For some reason, you felt like you were being played by him. “Spread yourself wider.”

He did as you said, using his hands to hold his legs apart, faint red lines appearing from where he gripped too hard. The hay below was digging into his back and getting into his hair, yet he didn’t care one bit. He couldn’t think of anything but you right now, not when his lovely, favourite farm owner was personally showering him with so much love! You don’t even know how long he’s been waiting to get manhandled by you again.

And fuck, he wasn’t just imagining it, he could totally see the belly bulge apparing and disappearing from his lower abdomen with each thrust. “mhhHffgg~ r-right there, ahhNn～ I-I’ll do anything, so pleassee!! Ha-harder, more, gimme all of it~♥︎” Someday, he was going to make you snap. “Don’t get cocky. I wouldn’t be here fucking your desperate self if you weren’t acting like some bitch in heat.” You snapped at him. That’s right, you were supposed to investigate his milking problem, but the upper half and not his lower, stupid half.

It’s not like you didn’t try solving it in a civil manner first. At first all you did was asking if anything happened or if he felt sick, while he was using the milking machine as per procedure. He replied no to each and every one of the questions, yet only produced a quarter of what he usually did, so it’s understandable that you got concerned.

“Maybe… it’s because of the machine?” That cow hybrid suggested upon your inquiry, gently pulling the pumps off of himself and holding his squishy tits with both hands. It was obvious that these got bigger over the course of the last few days. “Are you saying we should try hand milking?” You wondered, and he nodded quickly. You even felt like his eyes lit up for a split second. So you decided to give it a shot, since you did start off in the traditional way first and just recently adapted the more modern method.

You then quickly proceeded with the experiment and began tracing your fingers around his areola. After a few circles, you pinched his nubs softly with two fingers, trying out the flow. Nothing much happened apart from the low, breathy gasps coming from the male, which was why you began pulling and twisting a little. But once you started doing that, he just immediately moaned out, “aAaHnngg~♥︎♡♥︎ mMhnnh— uHhn,, huUhmff ♡”

After having his nipples sucked by the machine for so long, they were already super sensitive. Then to have his favourite caretaker the one he really really liked ♡ hand milking him again? Who could blame him for getting hard! By then he was already leaking precum onto the hay below. Your fingers were just so skilful, so much more intimate and warm than any device could ever hope to replicate. He just adored having your hands on him. “G-gentle… nghhHgg, l-love it~~ mhmm~! ♥︎”

He glanced down at the spot between his legs, a small puddle of precum already forming there. “I-I can’t help it…! It feels too good when you touch them.” Seeing that the wrong part of him was getting milked dry, you felt this realisation clicking inside, “did you suggest the hand milking just to get off? Don’t you know I have other things that needs to be done too?” The boy stayed quiet for a bit, before smiling sheepishly, noticing your hands were still on his nipples, “nnhhGahhh-ahnn!!♡♡ ha-haaa,, maybe…?”

Needless to say you were at your wits end with him, which is what got you into your current situation. With you holding his waist while slamming your hips against his, lewd squelching sounds echoing through the barn. “You know, this is how you get real cows to produce milk. By breeding them.” You whispered, his walls squeezing your length all snuggly. “Will it work for you too? Though I’m starting to think you were faking it all for attention.”

The way you stared down at him gave him chills. Oh how he loved it when you frowned at the sight of him, your eyes focused on him only. His words were slurred as he babbled with his tongue lolled out, “n-noo, no..!! M’wasnt, i r-really couldnt~ nGhhn ♥︎” look at that, he was thoroughly enjoying himself, wasn’t he?

“So, you are telling me you didn’t see this coming?” He didn’t answer, but his body revealed everything you needed to know. “Cheeky bastard.” You sighed and pulled out until only the tip remained inside, before slamming it all back in, making him curl his toes. “GuuUhhGnn~♡♥︎♡ ah-HnnGh—!!“ His moans turned into a whine when you abruptly grabbed him by the chin, “Since you’ve got so much time on your hands, fix that milking problem.”

“Yuu are sho… mhmm..!!! sho mean…!” He gasped out while you were still squeezing his cheeks. His hands finally released his now bruised thighs and landed on his nipples, his legs wrapping around your waist. The spot where he gripped them before has been decorated with a bunch of red nail-indents. “Ha-haaahh~ like this?” You did let go of him the moment he fulfilled your command.

Unsurprisingly, he kept smirking while he rolled his nips between his digits, licking his lips as his own sweet milk flowed down his wrists. The entire barn smelled of sex and warm, fresh milk. “hey… isn’t this suuuuch a-ahh~ waste?” He brought one of his soiled hand up to his mouth and sucked his own fingers clean, sticking his tongue out afterwards, “you want to make money with this, no? Heh… nghh ♡ So we shouldn’t waste it…!”

He was actually hoping for you to touch him yourself again, but to his dismay, you instead handed him the pumps of the milking machine, forcing him to reapply them to his own chest. “You think I’m that stupid? I won’t fall for the same trick twice.” You raised his hips up a little, getting a better angle before pounding into him even deeper, with surprisingly quicker thrusts. “AhNghhn ♥︎♡ d-don’t stop, ahhh so guuud, too good mghhnnff, m’love you, love this, right t-there ♡♡♡!”

You were hitting his sweet spots with the accuracy of someone who knows how to play his body like an instrument. The way you abused all his favourite places, rolling your hips with each rut into his sloppy hole…? It was simply heavenly ♥︎ his moans bounced off the thin wooden walls of the stable, echoing back at him, though he didn’t care at all. He was getting the privilege of being fucked by you, why would he be ashamed of that~?

Even the low humming of the milking machine was like music to his ears, the soft pressure of the suction pumps constantly stimulating his chest. His body was like on fire. Wherever you touched, heat would blossom beneath his skin. His vision was swimming, brain melting from the absolutely overwhelming ecstasy. It was to be expected that he’d sooner or later reach his limit.

“I’m close… ah~ I’m c-close, hnNhh, gunna cum, m’cummin’~♥︎♡!!— ah, n-nooo!” Right before he could shoot it all out, you wrapped your hand around his neglected cock and pressed your thumb into his slit firmly, denying him his much anticipated climax, “don’t you dare cum before I do. I’m not done breeding you yet.” “Wa— n-no…! L-lemme cum, I wanna— ah, ahNhhhgg, uHHhn!!!”

With that being said, poor thing was forced to endure the ruined orgasm and deal with the consequences of his actions. Shudders coursed through his spine as he cried out with each thrust, pleading so, so so so sweetly for his release. But you stayed firm the whole time, saying you were only going to let go of his now weeping cock once you’ve emptied your load inside him.

This time, you were going to fill him up until he learns how to behave. It didn’t stop him from trying his shot by begging even more submissively though. “P-please… cum already… b-breed me, fill me♥︎ hnNgh, like you said…!! I-I can’t anymore, m’wanna cum, ahh please~♡♡♥︎”

Gradually, you approached your own limit. He’s been getting really good at squeezing around you, shaking his own hips in a poor attempt to speed things up. You took a glance at the machine, then back at him. It seems your little ‘breeding therapy’ bared fruits, there was so much more milk coming out of his tits now. It was filling the tanks up all nicely. The same couldnt be said about his face though. With tears, sweat and snot running down his chin, his eyes glazed over and pleasure-ridden— even his pupils turned into little hearts♥︎!

One of his hands was just shy of grabbing your wrist, the other one clutching at anything within reach. His body was shaking heavily, his breath hitching audibly when you suddenly quickened your pace and mumbled, “fuck… I’m close.” Shortly after you also finally let go of his swollen dick. The shade was an angry red as it leaked precum everywhere, twitching with a mind of it’s own as he whimpered, “y-yes, yes…!, finally, ah- ahnGhh I-i’ve been wa- ah— waiting, gonna cummm ♥︎♡♥︎ f-fuck me harder, Nghh~ deeper, fill me up with your babies ♡♥︎♡”

Soon enough, both of you tipped over the edge. With you filling him to the brim, making his belly distend even more, and him making a mess everywhere. His head thrown back, eyes rolling until only the whites remained, thick ropes of cum coming out of his still jerking cock, splattering everywhere. “MhHmghhn~~ ♡♥︎” he bit down on his inner cheek, tasting the metallic tang of blood on his tongue as he heaved heavily. Chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.

You also took a moment to catch your breath, before pulling out of him with a quiet pop. The moment you left him empty and wanting, your cum began spilling from his entrance and dripped down his ass in an undeniably erotic display. His hole fluttered and clenched around nothing, small whines of residual bliss slipping past his lips from time to time. You couldnt help but chuckle at the debauched display, mocking him, “so that’s why you couldn’t produce any milk… it’s because you are such a slut that you need a dick to perform.”

After fixing yourself up until you were presentable again, you stuffed a plug vibrator inside him, to keep your seed trapped inside him. Then you turned it on to the max level alongside the pumping machine, since his breasts were carrying the milk from multiple weeks. This earned you a meek sob from the cow hybrid, but he was way too tired to even argue! All he could do was lay still while letting himself be milked like a good, obedient cow ♡

He still had so much more left until dry anyway, so it wouldn’t be a problem to set the timer to a few hours, no?

Now, that same voice had shattered into a broken, keening whine that cut through the barn like a blade. You followed it toward the private stalls—the ones your uncle had gestured to with a vague wave and a warning: “Some of them need… private time. You’ll know when. Don’t interfere unless they call for you.”

You hadn't been called. But the sound was impossible to ignore.

The stall door was ajar. The air inside was stifling, thick with the musk of sweat and something deeper—a raw, hormonal heat that made your skin prickle. Varka was on his knees in the center of the stall, head bowed, his blonde hair matted against his forehead. His shoulders, broad and scarred, shook with ragged breaths. His tail was tucked tight between his legs, and his ears were flattened against his skull.

And his hand—large, calloused, trembling—was wrapped around his cock, pumping furiously. The slick sound of it filled the small space, punctuated by broken gasps and choked sobs. Pre-cum glistened on his fingers, dripped onto the straw beneath him, but he let out a frustrated, desperate cry.

“Not enough… not enough…” His voice cracked, hoarse and wrecked. He clawed at his own chest, nails dragging over pale lines of old scars, leaving angry red welts. His hips bucked into his fist, but he couldn’t find the peak. The heat cycle had him trapped in a relentless loop of arousal without relief.

You stood frozen in the doorway. This was not the bold, grinning hybrid who had teased you earlier. This was a man reduced to raw need, his pride stripped away, his body a furnace of unfulfilled want.

Then his blue eyes found you. Glassy, pupils blown wide, tears streaking down his flushed cheeks. Recognition flickered, and a sob broke from his throat.

“[Name]… p-please…” He begged softly, his voice cracking. The sound of it, desperate and intimate, sent a jolt straight to your core.

He reached out with a shaking hand, and you stepped forward before you could think. The door clicked shut behind you.

You didn't speak. Words felt inadequate. Instead, you crossed the straw-strewn floor and crouched in front of him, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his skin. His breath hitched, and he leaned into your space, his forehead almost brushing your chest.

“Please—I can’t—it won’t stop—need you…” The words stumbled out, broken by whimpers. His hand still worked his cock, desperate and clumsy, but he couldn’t quite get there. The heat cycle had him on a razor’s edge, every nerve screaming for release that wouldn’t come without help.

You reached out and wrapped your hand around his wrist, stopping his frantic motion. He let out a pained sound, but you held firm.

“Look at me, Varka.”

His gaze snapped up, tear-filled and pleading. The sight of him—this powerful, scarred, muscular man reduced to a trembling mess—sent heat pooling in your gut.

“You want me to help you?” Your voice came out low, steady, cutting through the chaos.

He nodded frantically, a whine escaping his lips. “Yes—yes, please—anything—”

You released his wrist and took hold of his collar. The leather was warm, worn smooth from wear. You tugged, pulling him up onto his knees straighter, forcing his chin up. He gasped, a shudder passing through him.

“Then you listen. You follow. You don’t touch yourself unless I say. Understand?”

“Y-yes. Yes, I understand.”

You slid your hand from the collar to the back of his neck, fingers threading through the sweat-damp hair behind his ears. He melted into the touch, eyes fluttering closed, a low, content rumble starting in his chest. But you didn't let him settle. You guided his head down, toward your boots.

“Show me how much you want it. Show me you mean it.”

He didn't hesitate. He pressed his forehead to the dusty leather of your boot, then his lips, then his tongue. He licked a long, wet stripe across the toe, whimpering. His hands stayed at his sides, though his fingers twitched with the effort of restraint.

You let him worship your boots for a long, agonizing minute. His tail had started to wag—slow, hesitant, then faster. The sight of a man this large, this scarred, this proud, pressing his mouth to your feet, desperate for your approval, made your cock ache against your jeans.

“Good boy.” The words came out rougher than you intended. He shuddered, a choked sob escaping.

“Please—can I—can I taste you? Please?”

You unbuttoned your jeans, pulled your cock free. It was already hard, flushed, the tip glistening. Varka’s breath caught. He stared, lips parted, tongue darting out to wet them.

“Open your mouth.”

He did, wide and waiting. You guided the head past his lips, and the moment your skin touched his tongue, he moaned—deep, guttural, desperate. He took you in deep immediately, gagging slightly but refusing to pull back. His hands gripped his own thighs, nails digging in, holding himself in place.

You fisted a hand in his hair, feeling the soft tufts of blonde, and held him there. His throat worked around you, tears streaming down his cheeks, but he didn't fight. He just took it, drool spilling from the corners of his mouth, his eyes pleading up at you.

“That’s it. Take it all.” You began to move, shallow thrusts at first, then deeper. His tongue curled and pressed, his nose buried in the coarse hair at your base. He was gasping for air through his nose, but he didn't pull away.

You let him set the pace for a few moments, reveling in the wet, choked sounds he made. But soon, you felt the heat in your own gut building, and you didn't want to finish like this. Not yet.

You pulled out. He gasped, a string of saliva connecting his lips to the tip of your cock. A desperate whine escaped him.

“Please—I was so close—! please let me—”

“You’ll come when I say you can cum. Not before.”

You knelt behind him, pressing his chest down into the straw. His ass was up, tail wagging frantically, his own cock still leaking and untouched. You spread his cheeks and saw him—puckered, slick, ready. The heat cycle had prepared him, but you wanted to make sure.

You spat into your hand, rubbed it over your own cock, then pressed a slick finger against his entrance. He cried out, pushing back against it.

“More—! I-I need it— breed me please—”

The word “breed” sent a jolt through you. You pushed your finger in, feeling the tight, hot clamp of him. He moaned, head dropping to the floor, fingers clawing at the straw.

You worked him open quickly—two fingers, then three—while he babbled, begged, wept. His cock drooled pre-cum into the straw, untouched, and every time his hips tried to grind down, you slapped his thigh.

“Stay still.”

“I’m trying please—”

When you pulled your fingers out, he sobbed at the emptiness. You lined up your cock, pressed the head against his slick hole, and paused.

“Look at me.”

He twisted his head, far as he could, tears and drool and desperation painting his face.

“Who do you want me to do?”

“Please—please fill me—claim me—make me yours—!!”

You thrust in. All at once. Deep. He screamed—a raw, broken, beautiful sound. His body convulsed, his inner walls clamping down, milking you. But he didn't come. The heat cycle had him suspended just below that peak, and your intrusion just pushed him further onto that knife-edge without tipping him over.

You began to move. Hard. Fast. Each thrust punched a cry out of him, and with each cry, you pulled his collar, yanking his head back, forcing his spine to arch. The leather pressed against his throat, and he moaned at the pressure.

“You feel that? Feel how deep I am? This is where you belong.”

“Yesyesyes—!! I-I’m gonna—I can’t hold it—please let me cum!”

“No.”

You slowed. Pulled almost all the way out. His hole clenched around nothing, and he sobbed, his whole body trembling.

“Please—I’ve been so good—let me cum—I’ll do anything—”

You thrust back in. Hard. He howled.

“You’ll come when I’m finished breeding you. Not before.”

You set a punishing rhythm, your hips slapping against his ass, the sound wet and obscene in the quiet barn. His tail was plastered to your belly, his ears pinned back, his voice raw from crying. Sweat dripped down your back, and his scent—salt, musk, heat—filled your lungs.

He was perfect. Broken. Yours.

You reached around and took hold of his cock—thick, hot, slick with pre-cum. He gasped, bucking into your grip while you fucked him from behind.

“You want to come? Beg me better. Convince me.”

“I—I’ll be your good boy—please, Master—let me cum! I’ll die if you don’t—!!”

You tightened your grip on his cock, stroked once, hard, and thrust deep.

“Cum for me. Now.”

He shattered. A scream tore from his throat—raw, broken, loud enough to echo through the barn. His body jerked, his cum spilling hot over your fingers, soaking the straw. His inner walls clenched and pulsed around your cock, and that was all you needed.

You buried yourself to the hilt, held him tight against your pelvis, and let go. You came in thick, hot pulses, filling him deep, marking him from the inside. He whimpered at the sensation, his body still trembling with aftershocks.

You stayed buried, grinding slowly, ensuring every drop stayed inside. He panted, limp, tears still rolling down his cheeks, his face pressed into the straw.

After a long minute, you pulled out. A trickle of your come followed, but most stayed where you’d put it. He whimpered at the loss.

“Stay like that. Don’t move.”

You grabbed a cloth from the shelf, cleaned yourself, then knelt and cleaned him, wiping the sweat and tears and slick from his skin. He flinched when you touched his sensitive cock, but didn't pull away.

You turned him over, cradled his head in your lap. His blue eyes, still glassy, looked up at you, but the desperation had softened. He was exhausted, trembled, but there was something else in his gaze. Gratitude. Trust.

“Good boy,” you murmured, stroking his hair. His ears perked slightly, and his tail wagged.

“More,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “Please… I need more…”

You smiled, kissing his forehead.

“You’ll get it. But for now, rest. You’ve earned that.”

His eyes fluttered closed, and he nuzzled into your lap, a low, content rumble starting in his chest.

The barn was quiet again. The heat of the day was fading, and you sat there, stroking his hair, feeling the soft thrum of his rumble. The door was still closed, and outside, the farm was silent.

Tonight, you had a good boy to take care of.

wc—2006. 

❣ Cockdrunk!Varka who, in an attempt to don't bother you so much ended up buying a lot of toys to play with himself, wich not only didn't help but also made him more horny because no of his toys can truly compare to the real thing, no matter how much he stuff himself and how much he abuses of his hole he is still too needy of you

❣ Cockdrunk!Varka who pushed himself to the edge, accidentally bringing himself to be even more horny, feeling so needy that he started to go to work with his hole stuffed with toys, barely discreet enough so no one would notice and having to fight back the tingling feeling and arouse that the tricky movements in battle do with his toy, making him more aware and more aggresive in battle all because he has to focus all his attention on something else than the inmese need of moaning or the way his cock has started to twitch, having to hold back himself from reacting in any way despite feeling himself already trying to chase after that momentarely pleasure

❣ Cockdrunk!Varka who grows so addicted to you that even when you two doesn't have time he still finds the way to sneak away from work and dragg you with him, that even if you two are incredibly busy he still manage to make some little time to dragg you somewhere private, who has grown so addicted to your cock that simply can't live without it, being able to conform himself with sneaking away with you to take you in his mouth, to dutifully work on you and savour the bitter flavor of your precum, so drunked by you that even his hips start moving a bit while sucking you, feeling like in heaven just by the fact that his senses are completely overwhelmed by you and the toy stuffed in his hole, dutifully taking you until you finally reach your release, making sure to don't let a single drop of your cum to go to waste

❣ Cockdrunk!Varka who feels like he has been blessed whenever he finally gets to be used by you, either be a quickie or a full marathon sex he will take it and greedly, his hole already ready to take you in for being playing with himself in your absence and already clenching around even when only the tip is inside, a load moan coming out of his lips because godamit how much he has been waiting for this moment, the wait has been almost tortuous and just by having you inside, even before you start moving he is already trembling

❣ Cockdrunk!Varka who is complete obsessed with watching the way you are completely abusing his hole, who's eyes glue to the way your hips hit him, watching your cock apear and disapear inside of him and making his own cock bounce with each thrust, pitifuly neglected and yet dripping, covering his torso with with his own cum and but not ready to stop anytime soon, his eyes almost never leave the blissfuly obsene sight unless you force him to, either by pushing his head against the mattress or the wall, when you bend down to kiss him and muffle his whines and moans against your lips or when his mind simply can't take it anymore, completely broken and unable to focus, left to move out of instinct because it is too much but he is not ready to stop

❣ Cockdrunk!Varka who will happily lay down or ride you, he doesn't mind if you decide to take him in the comfort of the bed, bend him down in the table or even push him against the wall, as long as you keep thrusting on him, as long as your cock doesn't leave him anytime soon, as long as you fuck him until he becomes a complete mess and his mind can't barely process what it is going on but his hips keep chaising after you, as long as you fill him completely over and over again he doesn't care about anything else