Chapter 150: Chapter 150 – Tears of Joy

Their little spat was absolutely adorable. I spread my arms wide, and my clever cow immediately understood the cue. She leaped into my embrace, holding me tightly.

The perfect, soft pressure of her ample breasts against my chest and the feel of her silky-smooth skin only stoked my arousal. I hugged her back just as fiercely, savoring the warmth of her body. Below, my bunny, encouraged by her mother joining in, worked on my shaft with renewed enthusiasm, sucking with gusto.

“Moo… That’s not fair, Master!” Delilah whined, her voice trembling like a spoiled child’s. She shifted her body, letting her generous breasts rub against my chest.

“I want Master’s juice too! I’m Master’s cow, my milk is full! I’m jealous! Master is playing favorites!”

Hearing her mother complain like that, Angeline below actually lifted her gaze. Even with her mouth full, the corners of her downturned eyes and her scrunched-up cheeks formed what looked like a smug smile. As if saying, ’This carrot is mine! All mine!’

I couldn’t help but laugh at this little drama.

“Who said I was playing favorites, Mom?” I asked, stroking her soft blonde hair.

“Then why does Master always let that bunny eat your… ’carrot’? Almost every day!” Delilah protested, her jealous pout utterly genuine.

I pulled her closer, bringing my lips to her sensitive ear. My warm breath made her shiver. I whispered, “I do that… because I love you so very much, Delilah.”

She gasped, her body tensing for a moment in my arms.

“I love you so much that I always want to see your face, kiss you, hold you, feel your warmth,” I continued, my whisper for her alone.

Delilah looked up, her golden eyes wide with shock. The blush on her cheeks, once from jealousy, now bloomed from an entirely different emotion. A shimmer of tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, but they were tears of joy. A small, trembling smile touched her lips.

“Adam… Darling…” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “You… you really mean it…?”

“I’m serious,” I said, holding her gaze. “Sometimes I even get a little annoyed. It seems like you like my dick more than you like me.”

“Of course not!” she protested, her voice pitching higher, full of conviction. Her hands flew to my face, forcing me to look into her now thoroughly damp eyes. “I love you, Adam. What you just said… that’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. You have no idea how much that means to me.”

Her tears finally spilled over, but she was smiling. She was deeply moved, and clearly, falling for me even harder.

We looked at each other, and without another word, our lips met. This kiss was deep, tender, full of emotion—a stark contrast to our usual lust-fueled ones. Our tongues moved softly, savoring a tenderness and affection we rarely showed. My hand stroked her tear-streaked cheek, while hers held the back of my neck tightly.

While we were lost in that heartfelt kiss above, my bunny below went wild. Her sucking grew more intense, faster, and more enthusiastic. She could clearly feel the vibrations from above, and it only fueled her fervor.

I could feel my own climax rushing forward, a combination of Delilah’s tender kiss and Angeline’s expert blowjob.

And… Angeline, that lewd little bunny, had apparently climaxed several times already just from giving head! Her body quivered, and I could feel her jaw clenching and her tongue trembling around me.

Then, with a groan muffled against Delilah’s lips, I reached my peak. A powerful surge of cum filled Angeline’s mouth. The little bunny shuddered violently, her eyes squeezed shut as she came again—her own juices soaking the black lace between her thighs.

But she didn’t stop. With undefeatable zeal, she eagerly swallowed every last drop, and her agile tongue meticulously cleaned every remnant from my still-throbbing shaft, as if preparing for the next round.

I took a deep breath, still dazed by the intensity. Then, I broke the kiss with Delilah, whose face was also flushed and breath ragged.

“You jealous little cow,” I teased, giving her exposed bottom a light slap. “How can you be jealous of your own daughter? Who’s the master here? I think I need to re-educate you. Turn you into a properly obedient cow.”

As I spoke those words, I activated [Lustful Touch]. My hand, already groping her voluptuous breast, suddenly radiated a different energy. It wasn’t just a physical touch anymore, but something that pierced straight to her core of pleasure.

“Ahh—!” Delilah jolted, her eyes flying open. An expression of pure, unadulterated bliss flooded her features. “Master… your touch… it’s different…!”

“You like it?” I asked, kneading and massaging her breasts more aggressively. I focused on her areola and her nipple, already hard as a pebble. I squeezed, twisted gently but firmly, and soon, thick droplets of white milk began to bead from her nipple, dampening my hand and her thin dress.

“Yes! Yes! Keep squeezing, Master!” Delilah moaned, throwing her head back. “It’s… it’s so good! Your touch is so much… better! It’s different when I touch myself! I… I was made for this! For my breasts to be milked by you!”

She was completely lost in absolute pleasure. I was going crazy myself, watching this elegant woman transform into a pleading, milk-craving cow.

Meanwhile, forgotten in the corner of the room, someone was watching. My pig—Gwenneth—could only stand there, watching with a gaze growing more envious by the second.

Her hands never stopped kneading her own breasts and rubbing between her thoroughly soaked thighs, until her pink silk underwear became transparent and clung to her skin.

She wanted it. She wanted it so badly. She wanted that big cock inside her pussy, which now felt itchy and tingling, to tear through whatever tightness remained, to satisfy the hunger gnawing at her.

Slowly, she began to approach. Her hope was small: maybe Master would notice her. Maybe she would be allowed to join.

After spending a good while squeezing and milking Delilah until she was nearly delirious with pleasure, I finally decided to give her a proper reward.

“As proof that I truly do love you, Del,” I said, my voice husky. “I’m going to eat you out.”

We changed positions. I lay back on my large bed. Delilah positioned herself above me, spreading her legs wide, presenting her glistening, wet pussy. I placed my face right between her open thighs.

Meanwhile, lying on her back beneath me was Angeline. She immediately took her position, and without being asked, her thirsty mouth descended on my hard cock, sucking with the enthusiasm of a starved rabbit.

I gazed at Delilah’s pussy. It was beautiful, neat, with well-kept, sparse hair, now thoroughly slick with her own juices and perhaps a little milk that had trickled down.

I didn’t wait. I pushed two fingers straight into that warm, moist channel, feeling every fold clench around them, searching for her G-spot.

Delilah let out a long moan, her hands gripping her cow-ear headband. “Oh, Master… yes… right there…”

Then, I used my tongue. I licked from bottom to top, circling her swollen clit, then delved into her entrance, exploring deeply. I sucked, licked, and thrust with my tongue, making her writhe above my face.

“You like that…?” I managed between licks, my voice muffled by her body.

“I… I love it…” she moaned, her body beginning to tremble. “Only you… you’re the only one who’s ever treated my pussy like this… with so much… attention and… ahh!”

As I sucked and licked Delilah’s pussy, my hips began to move, thrusting roughly into Angeline’s waiting mouth below. Each push drove my cock deeper into her throat, and she accepted it gladly, even pushing her head down further, wanting to take it all.

The room was filled with Delilah’s moans, the wet sounds of Angeline’s efforts, and the slick noises from both activities.

But then, from the side, another voice joined in.

“Master…”

Gwenneth. The pig. She couldn’t take it anymore. She stood beside the bed, her body trembling, her hands roughly kneading her own breasts, her eyes fixed on me, filled with a desperate longing. The “PIG” collar around her neck seemed to constrict.

“Touch me… put it in… my pussy is so tingly… I can’t stand it anymore… I need Master’s cock inside me… please…” she whimpered, her voice slightly muffled by her snout but dripping with desperation and urgent need.

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