Hotel Chaldea Ep. Barghest 2

A barn wasn't usually seen as a place of luxury, sure, some people might have super high tech and cutting edge farms with the latest technology, and some had magical farms with the latest in magecraft application, but only one place on Earth had both, and that was Chaldea Ranch. A subsidiary of Hotel Chaldea, itself a subsidiary of Finis Chaldea, the Ranch was actually something of a petting zoo...

Except the animals there to be petted were not farm animals, but rather, they were unbelievably beautiful women and men, legends of old, dressed in animal themed costumes, whether it be the breeding bull of immense musculature and gray skin that was Herakles, whom many a fancy lady would like to, ah, 'take him by the horns' as the country girls put it, as well as others wearing the costumes of farmhands and stable boys, like Mandricardo, wearing large clothes that made his frame look smaller and makeup that made his face look more youthful.

But of course, while those two and several others were attending to the clientele that wished to have a bit of an interesting romp with an unusual partner in unusual circumstances, whether it be imitating their favorite country song, or recreating scenes from popular soap operas.

That was why you wound up not in any of the outdoor "public" spots that were in reality kept carefully private, enjoying one of the farmhand gals, guys, or guys dressed like gals, even if Astolfo had gone out of his way with his tiny denim shorts and tied together crop top attempting to seduce you into plowing his not-quite-fertile fields, you still kept your mind on the mission, and went directly into the barn labelled "milk cows".

Of course, the barn contained exactly zero actual cows, and instead, contained only a large amount of stalls, reminiscent of the bdsm dungeon designed to look like this, but significantly more realistic, owing to actually being a real barn instead of a reproduction.

Weirdly enough, this kind of pet play and the heavy domination employed in that particular subset of Chaldea's services were thoroughly incompatible... but you weren't about to question people's preferences, not when you passed several of the girls and went directly into one of the middle stalls, where Ritsuka, dressed like a cowgirl with what you suspected to be Calamity Jane's clothes considering the bright pastel and neon coloring, was looking towards the inside of the stall.

She didn't say anything, just gestured for you to put your hand on the veranda that separated the stalls from the main walkway, and as you did, the world around you shifted, changed and your mind was then allowed to perceive the open stall before you. There, bent in half over a set of stocks was an incredibly big woman, at least, incredibly big for regular standards.

At nearly two meters of height, Barghest was well above the average for men, let alone for women, and she packed a good bit over a hundred kilograms of muscle on her frame, every part of her body would've made a Greek sculptor blush with its utter perfection of musculature, she was a work of art that should be studied by female bodybuilders the world over, though of course, it was an unfair comparison given that the blonde was an inhuman creation of unnatural perfection.

She was a fairy, after all, not a human.

To boot, her proportions were utterly impossible, she had an eight pack of abs that rippled as she breathed in and out, immensely thick and thoroughly and heavily muscled thighs that looked like she could crush concrete blocks with them, and mighty, tightly corded and thick muscles on her arms, forearms, calves and neck and shoulders that shook as she used her hands as supports and kept her legs spread.

She was bent in half at the waist, leaning forward, her hands were keeping a tight, white knuckle grip on an iron bar at the mouth of her stall, her utterly ginormous and incredibly delicious looking tits were not quite hanging, barely kept in check by her black and white cow print bikini top, and her crotch was covered with a wet looking high riding thong that sat over her hips and had the same cow print pattern. Similarly, she had knee high cow print socks and high heeled black shoes that kept her position propped up in such a way that her ass was on full display, and it really showed off the incredible curve of her back and ass, as well as the full and thorough thickness of her thighs, which seemed to have a gravitational pull of their own that worked wonders on your gaze.

"Howdy pardner!" Ritsuka spoke in really badly accented English, trying to hit a southern US drawl while at the same time combining it with an attempt at imitating Shuten's peculiar manner of speech in what was probably an attempt to sound sexy. It all wound up sounding rather cute, in how dorky it was. She cleared her throat. "Thanks for coming," she said, "and I'm sure that Bageko will thank you for coming too, especially if it's inside her."

"Mashu's with the kids," you informed her immediately. "Medea said she'd be able to join her after the next batch of potions was complete. Koyanskaya is doing my office work, and Mana's leading my field agents."

"Perfect," Ritsuka said, with a wide smirk on her face. "Alright then," she said, the cowgirl gesturing towards the cow girl, her hand open as she made it unnecessarily grand, "now why don'tcha mosey on over there," she said, "and unload that pipin' hot seed you got there," she said, "empty 'em udders for me!"

Barghest raised her face, and you saw her heterochromic eyes, which seemed to be swapping colors, or maybe she was just shaking so much it was hard to see them, her hair falling in a cascade around her head. She was panting, breathing heavily.

"Right," Ritsuka seemed to drop the act, "she took the new batch of lactation inducers," the redhead said, adjusting her hat on her head, "so all you gotta do is attach the cups to her titties, and then milk'er!"

"Uh... do I have to squeeze it out of her tits?" you asked the smug looking redhead.

"Nah, no need, the cups will take care of that and funnel the milk," she said, gesturing to the clear plastic cups attached to tubes that seemed to disappear up into the penumbra of the A frame barn. "You just need to stimulate her sexually," Ritsuka explained, pulling out a toy gun from a holster you hadn't seen on the opposite side of her body from where you were standing, twirling it by the trigger guard around her pointer finger, "better if you cum inside her."

"What, does she need to be impregnated to produce milk?"

Ritsuka shook her head, "yes, and also, no, unless we go waaaay into depth, servants can't get pregnant anyway, don't worry about it, but filling her up will massively increase the amount and richness of the milk she produces," the redhead explained.

"Oh, I see... so all these other stalls..."

"Yeah. You wouldn't imagine how popular breast milk actually is," Ritsuka said, laughing, "even if it doesn't sell as well as Tomoe's bathwater," she said, shrugging her shoulders, "at least this time we cleared it with the UN before putting the product out for sale."

You couldn't help snorting at the thought. The UN was somehow far more willing to let Chaldea Security operate, which frequently involved deploying like a PMC into conflict zones, and even willingly let strike teams of servants that could easily render countries into lifeless barren wastelands walk around with no issue, but there were a million and one problems when the products on sale were lewd in nature.

Thankfully, the judge had ruled that the guy who got sick from drinking literal soapy bathwater could not be blamed on Chaldea, considering he had to break his Gamer Servant Bathwater Cooled PC to drink that water.

Tossing those thoughts aside, you felt Ritsuka pat your back, and then she stepped off. "Have fun, and save a glass for me!" she called laughing, stepping off. She had a lot of problems to deal with regarding Chaldea Ranch, especially as the UN deliberated whether Centaurs counted as people when it came to whether they could give knowing consent.

You hummed, and began fiddling with your belt. Your jeans and leather vest over a white shirt wasn't exactly 'authentic American Cowboy' but it was just about close enough, and the boots were actually legit authentic, according to Billy the Kid at least. As you unlatched the buckle, you stepped into the stall, vaulting over the bar that Barghest was holding onto, and the stench of a female in sweet heat hit you, you hummed and sniffed, taking it in. Barghets had a very strong smell, but it was a delicious one.

You ran your hand along her back, and she trembled underneath your touch, letting out an entirely unconvincing "moo" as you traced the lines of her wonderfully bulging muscles. Her back's lines were pronounced, the muscle groups shifting and twitching as she tried to keep herself up, holding onto the bar that you'd passed moments ago.

You undid your belt and pulled the zipper of your pants down, letting them open, at the same time as you hooked your thumbs along the elastic band of your underwear, allowing you to slid pants and underwear down, taking a step forward more to be rid of them on one leg, then using the other to kick them towards the back of the stall.

Grabbing your cock, you weren't surprised to notice that you were already starting to get hard just sniffing Barghest's pheromones.

Stroking yourself a little was enough to get you stiff and reaching your full length... your cock was bigger, sturdier and stronger than it had ever been, and an advantage of dating a witch with incredible powers was that any sort of insecurity could be addressed with ease, and she had granted you an even better ability... because of her own ever changing preferences with how she liked to be fucked, she had managed to imbue you with the ability to match your partner's needs.

No matter what, your stiff meat would satisfy Barghest's pussy.

No, as you looked at her fat ass and the tiny triangle of black and white printed fabric, you realized that Barghest was not her name. Not anymore. Not here. Not as long as she was in this role.

Ritsuka called her Bageko... but she was more of a Bagecow right then.

"Alright, Bagecow," you said, smirking as she shuddered when you put your hand on her fat, yet firm as steel ass, playing with the soft and unblemished skin only to feel the powerful muscles underneath.

You then moved to grab the first of the two cups, and pulled at it, somehow it seemed to be attached to the wall despite not being glued or held with anything, though you could get more length of transparent tube. You felt your lips dry, and your tongue was barely enough to wet them...

Instead, you dove under Bagecow. Your hand moved swiftly, pulling her bikini top up and revealing her engorged, darkenned nipple, latching your mouth onto it, and sucking fiercely. Immediately you were rewarded with sweet and rich milk, it was actually more similar to cow's milk than it was to Medea, Ritsuka or Mashu's breast milk, it was definitely not what you had expected, but it still had the distinctly lewd taste of something forbidden, and a weird tang that was unique to Bagecow herself.

You sucked harder and got even more milk, she definitely was producing a ton of it, in fact, so much that you quenched your thirst and she was still letting out even more.

Right, this was perfect, you let her nipple slip out of your mouth, not even caring that the last few spurts of breast milk splashed on your face and the ground, and then brought the transparent cup of the milking tube to her chest with your free hand. As if moving by itself as soon as you got it close enough, the transparent cup at the end of the tube became larger for a moment and latched onto her breast as if pulled to it magnetically. Her left breast was covered, and you brought up the other tube and attached it as well, with similar ease.

You massaged her chest and tits and made sure she was comfortable, and even squeezed her huge tits a little. Despite how engorged they were, they didn't look out of place on her massive frame at all, and though the skin was thinner, she was tanned enough that you couldn't see the typical signs of inflamed breasts from pregnancy.

Exhaling out of your nose, and swallowing the final mouthful of delicious Bagecow milk, you stood up and patted her head. "Good girl, you endured that really well," you said, bending down to kiss her on top of her head, which she leaned into. The cow ear and horn headband on her head didn't do much to keep her hair out of her face, nor did the crown of horns that poked out of the thick mass of her hair.

You smirked and moved behind her, sneaking a hand under the strap of her thong and teasing her down her buttcrack, sticking your fingers and caressing her down the middle until you reached her pussy, in a nice and great position for fucking her from behind thanks to her position and high heel shoes.

With a pull, you moved the thong bikini bottoms out of the way and then took position behind her. By now, your cock wasn't just hard, but harder than a steel beam, while holding her bottoms out of the way and her extremely hot and wet pussy lips open with one hand, you used the other to guide your cock into place, the pink glans first resting against her almost glowing hot pink insides and then getting swallowed in.

She was a beast who devoured her lovers, and that had way more metaphoric meanings than the literal one. Bagecow was a creature of submission, not the black dog, she was a submissive and lovely cow, and as your cock sank into the paradise that was fairy pussy. Her insides latched onto and locked like a starving dog's jaws, with the strength of desperation and the lust of starvation, followed as you pushed your dick all the way through into the back of her pussy, poking her deepest and most sensitive spots with a deliciously lewd and moaning cry of "moo!" as the cow felt herself getting penetrated.

She was totally clean, as well. You were the only cock she'd had all day. How nice of Ritsuka, to save up such a delicious cow all for you, letting you eat her up all for yourself. She had even cleared Bagecow's entire day for you... and all you had to do in return was help Ritsuka feast on some primo grade milk.

Letting go of your cock as you hilted yourself and letting the bottoms rest in place once you were sure they wouldn't bar your progress anymore, you put your hands on Bagecow's hips and ass, reminded then of just how big she actually was as you pressed against her humongous hips and thighs and rested your crotch against the ungodly firm pillows of her ass cheeks. You grinned as your fingers found purchase, knowing that even if you used all of your strength, enhanced or otherwise, she would feel no more than a pleasant pressure, she would feel your desire for her coursing through your body.

A short and desperate "Moo, moo!" sound, repeating over and over again, a staccato of requests that didn't need words to be understood, was the only thing that came out of her. Your eyes spied the metal bar in front of them, already bent and mangled beyond recognition.

It was time.

Your boots found purchase on the ground, and for a moment, the stray thought of how the fuck you'd managed to get your pants off of your legs without removing your boots coursed through you, but then, you realized, who could ever give a shit about something like that when you had the sculptural beauty of the lovely Bagecow bent in half in front of you, demanding you fuck her?

Not you, that's who!

You pulled back, feeling as if a toothless maw desperately tried to keep you from escaping, or rather, dozens of them trying to find purchase on the shaft and glans of your cock, until only your tip was inside, before rushing back in, swallowed in a single gulp by a hungry pussy that had made her a top tier love worth risking life and limb to court.

"Moo! MOO!"

Her attempts at sounding like a cow were growing weaker by the minute, and soon enough she wasn't trying anymore, her voice was coming out in lewd moans, almost barked out, even as you pushed into her deliciously tight pussy, pulling back and slamming back in, slapping her fat ass such that the thick layer of soft skin almost rippled before the muscles underneath reasserted their control.

Again and again, you slammed into that infinitely wonderful body, and you spied the tubes, as they slipped up into the infinite darkness of the ceiling and disappeared into it, following the walls of the stall. Not long after you began to thrust, her milk started to come out, at first looking thin and runny, but when she started to lose control and you began to pump her powerfully from behind, the milk began to look thicker, richer and whiter, coming out a lot creamier, looking a lot more like what you would have never expected breast milk to look like, it looked downright pasteurized even, with a pearly white color.

You exhaled out of your nose and realized you'd been holding your breath at the sight, gritting your teeth. Right.

This wasn't enough. To produce the top quality and most plentiful milk, that building pressure in your balls was about to come in real handy, as your testicles worked on creating more and more of the heavy cream that would help her produce the best milk.

The slapping noise was becoming wetter by the second, every thrust caused rivulets of fluid to drip down Bagecow's thighs at first, then slowly but surely she was spraying her cunt juices upon every thrust, you didn't hold it back at all, and instead, you focused your body, through mental and physical control, to keep moving, to keep thrusting, to keep pleasuring her, roaring out your orgasm as she let out a particularly long, lewd and loud "Mooo!" that might've ended with "mming~!" as she lost the ability to remain in character.

Positively, a flood of breast milk exploded from her massive titties and was rapidly swallowed up in swirling rivers that were sucked up and into the tubes, disappearing upwards, but you didn't stop, you never stopped, the milk you'd already drank was already doing its part to keep you energized, to keep you fucking her, and somehow, a panel in the wooden wall to your right suddenly opened up, and an unit of bottled milk, with a picture of a cartoon Barghest on it, appeared.

You took it, rapidly uncorked it, and downed the individual bottle, dropping it onto the hay covered floor, your muscles bulging as your entire body tensed, your cock suddenly becoming even more engorged and your balls seemingly expanding.

Triple plus mark A tier breast milk was incredible, but it wasn't enough, you wanted to go for EX, and that meant you had to fuck her even harder, and for several hours in a row, and as your entire body was enhanced by the breast milk you'd just milked out of her with your cock, you felt that you could absolutely do it, and even if you couldn't, the attempts would surely be insanely fun!

...

You stumbled out of the barn, looking a little emaciated and walking on wobbly legs, almost collapsing several times until you got to the nearby milk bar.

Sitting on a stool, you relaxed for a good few minutes, and took the free glass offered to you, downing the milk and feeling a little refreshed and reinvigorated.

Moments later, Ritsuka sat beside you, almost collapsing onto the stool.

"Tough day?" you asked.

"Very," she said. "The negotiations were very hard."

"That a pun?" you asked, idly.

"I wish," she muttered. "Would that I could solve these problems with my mouth on my knees," she muttered, "unfortunately the only thing these people want is power and money."

"Sucks," you said. "You okay though?"

"Yeah, I'll be. I just really need a palate cleanser, I think I prefer actually kissing someone's asshole over having to speak nice words of the delegation," she muttered, "certainly leaves a better taste in my mouth!"

Someone stepped in, and a cold bottle of milk was pressed against Ritsuka's cheek, which she took gratefully.

You looked up and saw Barghest, who looked a little uncomfortable. "Can I put my maid dress back on yet, My Lady?"

Ritsuka hummed. "Actually," she said, putting the bottle down, "give me your tit, I'll have some straight from the source," she said, turning back to you, "you don't mind helping me get some... high tier milk, would you?"

The spirit was willing, of course, and though the flesh might be weak, you had long since learned how to supplement any failing of the flesh with the overwhelming might of your spirit and the endless hunger for the insanely sexy servants of Chaldea raged within once more, as your erection became stiff once again...