The silence in the alley was heavy, broken only by the wet, rhythmic dripping of semen sliding down Ylva’s cheeks. Jason stood there, trembling, his cock still twitching violently in the open air, pulsing with the aftershocks of his release. The white cream clung to Ylva’s eyelashes and smeared across her lips, a stark, visceral mark of his betrayal painted across her predatory features.

Right in front of him on her knees, the cow woman rose slowly. She didn’t scramble or cower; instead, she stood with a languid, confident grace, her massive, milk-heavy breasts swaying with every movement. Jason’s heart hammered against his ribs. He knew Ylva’s temper—he knew the lethal precision of her claws. He waited for the scream, the blood, the sound of the cow woman being torn apart.

But the creature didn’t flee. With a daring, provocative glint in her eyes, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around Jason’s twitching cock, stroking the sensitive shaft right in front of Ylva.

"My milk heals him..." she informed Ylva, her voice a smooth, sultry purr.

Ylva didn’t strike. Her gaze shifted from the cow woman to Jason’s face. Her eyes narrowed, focusing on his nose. The swelling had gone down significantly; the jagged, broken angle of the bone had smoothed over, the bruising fading into a dull pink. The healing properties of the milk were undeniable.

"Is that why you had his cock between your breasts?" Ylva questioned. Her voice was a low rumble, a dangerous vibration that signaled she was fighting every instinct to kill.

"No," the creature replied, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "That was just my condition for healing him... But I have one more condition."

Jason stared at her in absolute shock. He had lived in worlds where cows were prey, where wolves like Ylva were the apex predators. The sheer audacity of this female to negotiate with a killing machine while holding Jason’s dick was insane. He was terrified, certain that Ylva was about to snap.

"What is that?" Ylva asked, her voice tight.

The cow woman didn’t answer with words. In one explosive, sudden movement, she turned her back to Jason and slammed her massive, wide buttocks down onto his cock.

THWACK.

The sound was like a bazooka firing in the narrow alley—a wet, heavy slap of flesh on flesh. Jason’s breath was stolen from his lungs as he was buried deep. Because of his size, he didn’t just hit the entrance; he slid through the plush, overflowing folds of her ass and plunged straight into her soaking wet pussy, burying every single inch of his length.

"FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKK!" Jason moaned, his head snapping back, his eyes rolling. The heat was instantaneous, a crushing, vacuum-like grip that felt ten times tighter than anything he had ever experienced.

He looked at Ylva, expecting her to tear the cow’s throat out for the audacity. But Ylva just stood there. Her claws were still out, but she was frozen, her gaze locked onto the sight of Jason’s hips slamming into the cow woman’s massive rear. There was a strange, conflicted tension in Ylva’s expression; she was uncomfortable, yet she couldn’t look away.

The creature groaned, a deep, guttural sound. She made it clear: this was the price for the healing. It was a transactional pleasure, and in her mind, it was Ylva’s fault Jason had been injured in the first place.

Jason’s initial fear began to melt into a raw, primal lust. He reached out, his fingers digging into the cow woman’s wide hips, trying to pull back for a moment of air. But just as he began to exit, she slammed her weight down again, driving him back to the hilt with a wet, squelching thud.

"Ahhh! God, yes!" Jason gasped.

He was barely three strokes in and he was already on the verge of another climax. The friction was obscene. He shifted his grip, his hands sliding up from her waist to find those enormous, engorged breasts. He squeezed them with bruising force, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

Jets of rich, creamy milk sprayed across his chest and arms as he kneaded her nipples. The creature let out a loud, resonant "Moo-moo!"—a sound that was half-animal, half-ecstasy. Jason’s mind went completely blank. The world narrowed down to the scent of musk and milk and the feeling of that tight, wet channel clamping around him.

"T-this pussy... is fucking good!" he thought, his brain turning to mush. Every time she slammed her ass down, he squeezed her tits harder, forcing more milk to spew everywhere, coating them both in a slippery, white glaze.

"Y-Ylva..." Jason moaned, glancing at his mate.

He saw it then. Ylva’s face had softened. The murderous rage had been replaced by a look of profound embarrassment and a strange, reluctant fascination. The cow woman had, in her own twisted way, asked for permission by stating her conditions. Ylva could have stopped this at any second, but she remained a silent witness to the spectacle.

Jason felt the pressure building in his balls again. He didn’t know how he was recovering so fast, but the healing milk seemed to have supercharged his libido. He didn’t want to breed this creature—that would be a complication he couldn’t handle—so he decided to take control.

The fear was gone, replaced by a sudden, dominant streak. Jason gripped her waist and violently yanked himself out of her. Before she could react, he grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her face-first against the stone wall of the alley.

"Mmmph!" she gasped, her breasts flattening against the cold rock.

Jason pushed her back, arching her spine so her massive ass was thrust high into the air, presenting her dripping, open pussy slit to him. He didn’t hesitate. He aligned his cock and slammed into her from behind with a brutal, rhythmic force.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

"Oh fuck, you’re so tight!" Jason roared, his movements becoming rough and frantic. He was no longer the flustered man; he was a beast, driving himself into her with everything he had. The cow woman was wailing now, her moans echoing off the walls, her heavy tits swinging wildly with every thrust.

He felt the orgasm cresting, a tidal wave of heat. He started to pull back, intending to paint her back with his seed, but the cow woman had other plans. Just as he reached the peak, she suddenly surged backward, slamming her pussy back onto his shaft with a violent, desperate force.

She took him all the way to the base, locking him in with a powerful internal contraction.

"NO! AH—!" Jason screamed, his back arching.

He couldn’t escape. He was trapped inside her, and the intensity of the grip forced every single drop of semen out of his balls. He felt the hot, pulsing jets of his cum filling her deep inside, filling her to the brim as he shuddered in a prolonged, agonizingly intense release. He emptied himself completely into her, his breath coming in ragged, sobbing gasps as he collapsed against her sweat-slicked back.

The alley became a tableau of sweat-slicked bodies and the lingering scent of milk and sex. Jason’s cock remained buried deep inside the cow woman, his entire body trembling as the last spasm of his orgasm faded. Her internal muscles continued to clench around him, milking him dry with slow, possessive pulses. He could feel the pool of his seed settling inside her, warm and thick, mixing with her own creamy fluids.

He let out a shuddering breath, his forehead resting against her sweaty back. His hands were still wrapped around her massive breasts, fingers buried in the soft flesh, milk dripping from her nipples onto his wrists. The world slowly came back into focus. The cold stone wall. The distant sounds of the market. And Ylva, still standing there, watching.

Slowly, Jason withdrew. The sound was wet and obscene, a soft pop as his cock slipped free, followed by a trickle of pearly white cum that dripped down the inside of her thigh. His shaft was still glistening, slick with a mixture of her juices and milk, twitching weakly as the cool air hit it. The cow woman stayed pressed against the wall for a moment, her back heaving with deep, satisfied breaths.

Then she turned around, her heavy breasts swinging, her face flushed with a lazy, blissful smile. She looked right at Ylva, and there was no shame in her eyes. Only a calm, transactional satisfaction.

"My name is Mae," she said, her voice soft but steady. She wiped a strand of hair from her face, licking the remnants of milk from her lips. "I’m a widow. My husband died in a raid two months ago. Since then... I haven’t been with anyone. Until now."

Ylva’s expression remained unreadable. Her claws had retracted, but her hands were still clenched at her sides. She looked at Jason, then at the visible proof of his infidelity still dripping down Mae’s thigh. Then she looked at Mae’s breasts, still leaking milk, and at Jason’s nose, now almost fully healed.

"You used him for your own pleasure," Ylva said, her voice low, "but you also healed him. I can’t deny that."

"That was the deal," Mae replied, crossing her arms under her heavy chest, making them bulge. "I gave him my milk. He gave me his seed. A fair trade."

Ylva took a step closer, her eyes narrowing. "How many others have you been with? Before him?"

Mae’s confident demeanor faltered. Her eyes dropped to the ground, and her voice grew quieter, tinged with genuine sadness. "Only my husband. For seven years, I was faithful to him. He was a good. A strong fighter. But he’s gone now, and I’ve been alone in our little hut, only serving the guild when they need supplies or potions." She looked up at Ylva, her gaze earnest.

"I haven’t been with anyone since his death. I wasn’t looking for this. But Jason... he came to me, and I saw an opportunity. Not just for pleasure, but to feel alive again." She paused, then added, "And to help him."

Ylva could tell she assumed he was an elf or at least, related to them in one way or another but the cock he possessed.

It was unheard of for a male to have something so big, it shouldn’t never be that big.

Ylva studied her for a long, tense moment. She could smell the truth in Mae’s scent—no trace of other men, only a lingering scent of grief and loneliness. The cow woman was not a slut. She was a widow, drowning in solitude, and Jason had stumbled into her path like a solution to a problem she didn’t know how to voice.

"Your milk," Ylva said slowly, changing the subject. "It has potent healing properties. I saw Jason’s nose. It’s almost back to normal. Could it heal other injuries? Wounds? Poison?"

Mae nodded eagerly, a spark of hope in her eyes. "Yes. My milk is rich in restorative magic. I’ve been drinking special herbs and berries for years to enhance its properties. It can heal cuts, bruises, even broken bones over time—if the patient drinks enough. It also boosts stamina and vitality. I’ve been a support member of the guild for years, providing supplies and potions. But I’ve kept my milk a secret from them. I only offer it to those I trust."

Ylva’s gaze flickered to Jason, who was still catching his breath, his cock soft and slick against his thigh. She could see the potential—a personal healer, a source of powerful restorative fluids, all in one convenient package. And if Mae was honest about her fidelity, then she wasn’t a threat to Ylva’s position as mate. She was a resource. A very valuable resource.

"You could be useful to our group," Ylva said, her voice measured. "We need a healer. And your ability to provide quick recovery during fights would be invaluable." She paused, her lips curling into a wry smile. "And it seems you’ve already found a use for Jason."

Mae smiled back, a genuine, relieved expression. "I would be honored to join your group. And if I do... I should make something clear." She looked directly at Ylva, her tone firm but respectful. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"I want permission to fuck Jason. Whenever I need to replenish my milk supply, or whenever I feel the need—and whenever he’s willing." She held up her hand before Ylva could object.

"Hear me out. My milk production is tied to my arousal. The more I’m stimulated, the more milk I produce, and the more potent it becomes. Regular sexual contact with a male keeps my body healthy and my milk rich. And since my husband passed, I haven’t had that. If I join you, I’d like Jason to be my partner in that regard. Only him. No one else."

Ylva was silent for a long moment, her jaw working. She looked at Jason, who met her gaze with a mix of fear and longing. Then she looked at Mae, at her earnest eyes, at the swollen breasts that could heal and nourish. She thought about Thalion as well as the tough battles ahead. A personal healer with a renewable, powerful resource was worth more than gold.

"Fine," Ylva said, surprising even herself with the calmness in her voice. "You have my permission. But understand this—if I ever catch you with another male, or if you try to take Jason away from me, I will gut you like a fish and hang your udders from the wall."

Mae’s smile widened, and she bowed her head slightly. "I understand. And I accept those terms. I only want Jason."

She straightened up, her massive breasts swaying, and extended a hand toward Ylva. "My name is Mae. I’m a certified apothecary, a dairy farmer, and now... your personal healer."

Ylva took her hand, shaking it firmly. She didn’t smile, but there was a glint of approval in her eyes. "Welcome to the group, Mae. Let’s get you some clothes. And Jason—" she shot him a sharp look, "—put your damn pants on. We have guild business to attend to."

Jason scrambled to obey, his face still flushed, his cock still semi-hard at the thought of what had just transpired—and the arrangement that now gave him unlimited access to Mae’s body. He pulled up his trousers, his mind reeling. The alley smelled of sex and milk, and in the middle of it, his mate and his new healer had just made a pact that would change everything.

"I didn’t even get a say in all of this..." Jason thought to himself, not that he minded.