More demons fell and dissipated into purple smoke, as Draanok lashed out, tearing a hole through the group. As their companions fell left and right, the remaining demons quickly lost their nerves. "Oh, fuck it! That cow's as loose as a mine shaft already," exclaimed one imp, and took to the air. Others followed, and soon the air above Draanok was filled with the receding voices of angry demons. With the fight over before he knew it, Draanok was left standing over the lactabova who was still trussed up in vines. Her eyes were bleary, and half-lidded, and her tongue lolled out to the side; she was clearly lust-addled. Her breasts were covered in handprints and teeth marks from being mauled by the many demons, and her pussy was swollen and pink from use. Again, Draanok noticed that, despite having watched several demons empty their balls into her, not a drop of semen dripped from the cow's snatch; only her own juices flowed from her, in generous streams.
"It's mostly proper child rearing stuff," Replied Carla. "You know, what she can and can't eat, when to start teaching her how to swim, that sort of thing."
"That, Is, It!" cried Whitney at the sudden improvement in Castella's technique. Her legs wrapped tighter around Castella's waist, and her were matched by her inner walls suddenly clenching down hard. Reaching up, she seized Castella, and pulled her down into a deep kiss, her tongue diving into her mouth as she got the fucking she had been waiting for.
