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When Satoru was called to the rural prefecture of Tottori to deal with a cow curse, he couldn’t help but chuckle. When he heard the chief complaint of the villagers was the destruction of their crops and theft of milk, he’d laughed his ass off. And when he saw you, a literal cowgirl that had both human and bovine traits, he felt that his morality was being tested. Because, goddamn it, you were hot. Big, round tits he prayed were full of milk, a supple belly, thick thighs, wide hips, adorable face, all traits Satoru hadn’t expected to see from a curse. Even your small horns, cow tail and ears, and skin spotted with irregularly shaped dark patches—like a cow—didn’t diminish his attraction to you.
The fact that you were incredibly naked might have something to do with that, allowing him to get a thorough view of your anatomy without having to even use his Six Eyes.
When he’d first been sent to deal with you, he wondered why such a lowly curse would be assigned to him. But when he saw you dive behind a haybale to avoid him, the question became how could he have the heart to get rid of such a harmless curse?
Okay, he was lying, he had the heart to get rid of any curse. He just wanted to fuck you.
“Go away,” you squeaked as he neared your ‘hiding spot,’ the tremor in your voice making him smile.
Silly girl, thinking you could order him around.
“It’s all right,” he cooed, unable to resist yanking on your protruding tail.
The yelp you made was adorable and went straight to his cock.
Realizing how close he was, you dashed out of the haybale and took off running, your inhuman speed allowing him to know another bovine trait you possessed. If he’d been a regular person, you would’ve successfully outrun him. But he wasn’t a regular person. He was Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer of the modern era, so finding your new hiding spot was a breeze. Not to mention, you could not mask your cursed energy, leaving an easy trail for him to follow.
“It’s impolite to run away in the middle of conversations,” he chided as he strolled into the abandoned barn you’d chosen to take refuge in, walking louder than normal to mess with you. When he found you cowering in an old stall, he poked his head in and said, “Boo.”
A squeal left you, and you tried to hop over the barrier to avoid going past him. He allowed you to swing one leg over, then wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you against him. You screamed and thrashed, your terror making him feel a little guilty, but not much. The little ‘moos’ that escaped as you yelled at the top of your lungs were too adorable for him to feel bad.
“Now, now, cutie,” he said, running a hand over your hair, which was more manicured than he would’ve expected. “Settle down, all this ruckus will tire you out.”
“Let me go!” you yelled, clawing at his hand, your fingernails hoof-like.
“I’m not here to hurt you,” he tried to reassure, the presence of his infinity preventing you from doing any damage. “I just…wanna be your friend.”
Lies. He wanted to shove his dick into your pussy and hear every sound you could make.
“Why don’t we go somewhere more…suitable, to get to know each other?” he offered, the secluded cabin he’d purchased years ago finally having a purpose.
He’d brought the luxury cabin years ago, purposely choosing Tottori due to the seclusion. In theory, it’d allow him to get some much-needed relaxation, maybe do a little reflecting on how shitty life was. In reality, he could count on one hand the number of times he’d used it, and never had it been for more than a day. So, why not use it to home a lonely little curse, who’s all alone in a big, scary world?
Initially, you ignored his offer. But when you started to tire out, you sagged against him. That’s when you looked at him through watery eyes, your bottom lip wobbling.
“Promise you won’t hurt me?”
He thumbed away your tears, smiling down at you. “I swear it.”
He’d do the exact opposite. Instead of inflicting you pain, he intended to bring you mind-boggling pleasure.
***
One lie to the elders later, and Satoru had finally been able to use his cabin for a prolonged period. Unfortunately, a sacrifice was needed for the lie to work, but on the upside, that elderly bull was now out of his misery. Besides, there’s no other path for cancerous cattle but death. And now, you’re believed to be more dangerous and elusive than you are, giving him an excuse to have a mini vacation.
After bringing you back with him, he’d cleaned you up and given you one of his oversized shirts to wear. A Google search revealed that apples, bananas, and oats were a treat for cows, so while he allowed you to wander on your own, he teleported to the nearest town to get you some food. When he returned, he’d found you glued to the television, your fascination with the flickering images absolutely precious. Once fed, he’d tucked you in, then snuck away to commit cowicide.
The next day, he noticed something different about you. Your breasts were bigger, and you were shifting in discomfort, not-so-subtle rubbing at them.
“You okay, cutie?” he asked, rubbing circles on your back.
You were seated on his lap, something you didn’t seem to mind, even though his hard-on was pressing against your ass. Maybe you were too innocent to know the effect you were having, or perhaps your lack of human morals meant you just didn’t care. A sick part of him liked the former possibility, as he couldn’t help but find your dumb naiveté endearing.
But hey, what man didn’t have kinks?
After some seconds of silence, you asked, “Do human women…leak?” A string of chuckles left him, making you huff in irritation. “Answer me!”
As naïve as you likely were, you were also a feisty little thing, the combo only making him more attracted to you.
“Define leak,” he said after his laughter died down.
“From…from their chests,” you explained shyly, averting your gaze. “Do human women leak from their chest?”
He quickly realized what you were trying to say. You were lactating, and the thought of seeing your tits leak milk made his cock grow impossibly harder.
“And…and it’s uncomfortable. I normally expel it myself, but—”
“Aw, don’t tell me you’re worried I’d judge you?” He tsked when you nodded. Grabbing your waist, he made you face him, smiling when you instinctively straddled him.
He squeezed one of your nipples through your shirt, making you whine. He licked his lips when a dark spot appeared on the grey fabric.
“You don’t have to worry about me judging you, sweet thing,” he cooed, tearing your shirt off because he was too damn impatient.
You didn’t wear underwear, so your lack of a shirt left you nude. Your nipples immediately hardened as the air hit them, and he resumed thumbing at them, being rewarded with the sweet sound of your whimpers.
“I’m here to help you.” He leaned forward and took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking noisily.
He groaned as the taste of your milk flooded his mouth. It was sweeter than normal cow milk and was akin to cream in texture. The soft moans that left you egged him on, and when he peeked at you, he saw your eyes closed and your head thrown back. You looked like you were experiencing pure ecstasy, and he couldn’t help but wonder if he could make you climax from just sucking on your tits.
“How does it feel, cutie?” he asked as he switched to the other tit, licking the leaky nipple before taking it into his mouth to have another fill.
“So good,” you gasped, your hands flying to his white hair and holding him to your breast.
He smiled against your flesh, obliging with your silent request, sucking and nibbling your nipples to get rid of the bothersome milk. He rolled the neglected hardened bud around with his fingers, pressing just hard enough to expel more liquid. The sight of the white beads dribbling down the swell of your chests made his cock weep, and he didn’t know how much longer he’d last without being inside you.
He pulled away, shushing the needy whine that left you. “I need to fuck you,” he said, quickly rolling over and pining you beneath his tall body.
Within seconds, his pants were gone, and he was buried deep inside you. The two of you moaned in unison as he bottomed out before the sweet sound of your pleasure filled the room. He pounded into you, biting his lip to better hear your noises. He grabbed your hips and started to slam into you, leaning his head down and again taking a nipple into his mouth to lap at more milk. Soon after, your cunt started pulsing around him, and you came with a small scream.
Satoru never considered him a one-pump chump. Yet your sweet cunt sucked him in, and the way you clenched triggered his own orgasm. It’d been too long since he’d fucked, and your pussy must’ve been imbued with magic because he was cumming just seconds after you. He could normally last longer, but you were far from normal. You were a cow-human hybrid curse, as far from normal as one could get. That could explain why your pussy was juicier than any other he’d been inside, why your moans excited him more than any other woman before you.
You weren’t normal, you were special, so he’d excuse his subpar performance. Besides, you still came, keeping his record perfect.
You whimpered when he started to move again, but he silenced you with a kiss, allowing you to taste yourself. Being the strongest, his stamina was inhumane, allowing his hard-on to reemerge less than a minute after cumming. He grabbed ahold of your legs and pushed your knees to your chest, enabling him to go even deeper. You gasped into his mouth, before tearing your lips away from his when he wiggled a hand between your bodies to play with your swollen clit.
“Satoru!” you cried, orgasming for a second time in minutes, a huge ego boost.
This time, he pumped into your cunt a few more times before he painted your walls with a fresh layer of white. He continued to thrust, wanting his cum to go deep inside you. What better way to test how human you were than by seeing if you could get pregnant? Moreover, Satoru had always wanted a pet. From the looks of it, it was a role you’d fulfill perfectly, giving him the right to do what he pleased with you.