Tale of the Nemorvian Band

Chapter Nine: Jennenes' New Toy

It was done. The various enchantments had taken a full day to cast, transforming his new toy into what he wanted it to be. It was finally done and now it was time for Jennenes to inspect his handiwork.

Fuck-Meat waited in the middle of his bed-chamber, standing tall with her chest thrust out to put her massive Dwarven breasts prominently on display. Although her breasts still looked unmistakably Dwarven

SHE

did not. The spells he had woven into her flesh had left her something that was no longer a Dwarve. Fuck-Meat was less than she had been, yet she was also so much more.

Jennenes stood before her, staring down into her eyes. They had once been intense and full of deadly intelligence. Now they were larger, open wide as she stared blankly ahead. Those big eyes combined with the expression on her face left her looking...

brainless

. Like there was no intelligence beyond basic animal instinct left in her.

"I leached all the intelligence from you," he told her.

She blinked dumbly, cocking her head to the side and smiling stupidly up at him. There was no sign of true understanding beyond happy acknowledgment that he was speaking to her.

"What do you think about that, Fuck-Meat? What do you think about me having siphoned off nearly every drop of intelligence from your mind and leaving you as dumb a cow?"

She blinked again, straightening her head. "Moo," she replied, not saying the word but mooing it at him as if she really was a cow.

Jennenes nodded, a pleased smile spreading across his lips. "Dumb as a cow," he said proudly, looking down at the largest physical change he'd made to her. She'd screamed while he used his magic to twist her body. It had taken time, but it had been worth it. He reached out and touched one of the two bovine horns extending out from the sides of her head. "Cow horns for a dumb, mindless cow. Isn't that right, Fuck-Meat?"

She looked up at him, her expression vacant as she replied with a much longer, "Moooo".

The king nodded in approval and looked down at her massive breasts. He'd spent time weaving magic into them as well. They were even bigger than before, denser and heavier thanks to now being filled with milk.

He cupped the bottom of one of her breasts and lifted it slightly, appreciating the little gasp of pleasure that slipped from her mouth as he touched her. Then, gently, he started to squeeze the bottom of her breast. She moaned happily as a bead of white milk formed at the tip of her nipple.

"A true cow's teats you have now," he declared, squeezing harder and making a stream of milk shoot out onto the elegantly carpeted floor. Fuck-Meat moaned and ground her thick thighs together, the small milking nearly making her climax.

"The spell to make a woman's breasts lactate for the rest of her life is usually a draining and complicated one, but I found the magic was easy to weave into your flesh," he told her as he let go of her breast. "So much magic had already been used on your tits that adding more was an easy thing. Although I do fear that all those spells and enchantments mixing might have some unexpected results. I've seen how magic can ferment over time and become more than it was intended to be, especially when different kinds of magic are combined in one vessel."

"But even if that happens to you I don't know if I'll ever find out. I've enjoyed destroying what you once were, making you into my obedient little mind-controlled cow. But I suspect I'll grow bored of you before long. I'll have a few more weeks or maybe even months of fun with these magnificent udders of yours, but I fear before long even they will not be enough to keep my sexual attention. When the day comes that I finally grow bored of you and your massive Dwarven cow udders I'll probably sell you off to one of the brothels in the city. I'm sure I'll be able to make a large amount of coin on you, that is assuming I don't break you before then."

She stared up at him, her expression still blank. Once he stopped talking she smiled vacantly and let out a simpering "moo" expressing subservient approval of all he'd said even though she'd almost certainly understood none of it.

He nodded. "That's right, cow, none of that matters now. What matters is that I'm horny and after a long night of weaving spells I'm ready for some relief." He started walking slowly around her till he had repositioned himself directly behind her. "But first I need to get warmed up."

Jennenes reached down, placing his hands on her wide hips then slowly beginning to run them up her sides. She shivered under his touch and moaned quietly in delight, the loudest and longest of these moans coming out as soft "moos".

He slid his hands slowly higher, reaching around her front to cup the bottoms of her overlarge Dwarven breasts. King Jennenes held them in his hands, lifting gently as if weighing them. "So much heavier, so much denser now that they are so full of milk," he whispered. He lifted them higher, sliding his hands under their bulk to grab them at their base.

Then he squeezed.

He squeezed tight till streams of milk came squirting out of her nipples. Fuck-Meat moaned and mooed in delight, rubbing her thighs together and wiggling in sensual joy. As she wiggled about, moaning in pleasure, Jennenes' cock became wedged in between her large, plump ass cheeks. It had already begun to harden when he had started playing with her tits but now, thanks to the feel of her fat ass wiggling from side to side, it grew fully erect.

"Such beautiful milk coming from my Fuck-Meat's udders," he said, squeezing her tits even harder. His hips had begun to move. Soon he was humping her ass cheeks as he squeezed her tits. Before long her wiggling became convulsions of pleasure as the milking brought her climax. He kept working her tits, grinding into her backside and humping her ass cheeks as she came.

"Keep on your feet," he commanded, knowing her legs would start to grow weak as her orgasm intensified. He'd made a lot of changes to her, making it so her sexual climaxes were far more powerful was just one of them. But Jennenes hadn't made the change for her sake, it wasn't even something she'd say was a boon if she'd been able to express such thoughts. He'd ensured she'd feel every orgasm so intensely, feel so much pleasure from them that it would nearly pain her.

He squeezed a bit more milk out of her teats then decided his warm-up was finally over. Jennenes let go of her breasts and took a step away from her, turning and sitting in a nearby chair. He leaned back in it, spreading his legs wide open then grabbing his throbbing member. "Now come to me, Fuck-Meat. I am ready for you to pleasure me with your huge Dwarven cow udders."

With her legs still shaking and her orgasm only then starting to die off she turned and stumbled towards the perverse Elven king, dropping to her knees before him. He stroked himself as he watched the way her huge breasts bounced and jiggled as she fell, reveling in the sight of a bit of milk squirting out of each nipple as her breasts fell before bouncing back up slightly.

The sight of the milk put a thought in his head. As she grabbed her breasts and started to lift them he held up a hand. "Wait," he commanded. "I need lubrication and I want you to provide it."

She looked up at him, her big eyes lacking all intelligence yet understanding his words. He'd left

SOME

things in her head, he'd had to if he'd hoped to have her keep his attention for any amount of time. She started to lean down to start sucking him off but he told her, again, to wait. "Not this time. This time I want to use your milk as lube. Grab those udders and drench my cock in your milk, cow."

She looked up at him, furrowing her brows. Her expression made it clear she was struggling to understand his command. He patiently waited, knowing the spells woven into her mind would allow a return of

SOME

intelligence when needed to follow orders.

After a few moments she nodded, seemingly having figured it out. Still holding her breasts she moved a bit closer, shifting her hands so she could grab their center mass and point her nipples at his manhood. Then she squeezed, squirting milk all over his cock. She moaned and shuddered as she did, the milking making her cum almost instantly. Only after his entire member was drenched in milk did she stop.

"Very good," he cooed, looking down at his cock and watching the milk run down his hard shaft, feeling it dripping down onto his balls and soaking into the fabric on the cushion under him. "Now begin, pleasure me with your cow udders," he barked, eager to start.

She moved closer, lifting her breasts as she pressed in between his legs then dropped them down onto his lap.

Jennenes leaned back, closing his eyes to luxuriate in the feel of her breasts resting in his lap. They felt perversely large and grossly heavy. He kept his eyes closed as she shifted her hands and started to press her tits in around his cock. The pressure caused her nipples to start leaking a bit of milk. He knew she'd quickly make a mess in his lap because of this but that only turned him on more.

Sex SHOULD be messy,

he thought happily.

She shifted her hands again, half wrapping her arms around her over-large bust then beginning to slowly move them up and down his shaft. Slowly she picked up speed, the milk covering his cock providing ample lubrication to allow her massive breasts to slide smoothly up and down his shaft.

Before long she was bouncing her tits up and down. He kept his eyes closed, concentrating on how good they felt. Her tits were pressed so tightly around his manhood that her tit-meat completely enveloped his cock. He reveled in the pressure of them pressed in around him, of the feel of them bouncing up and down the length of his cock, but most of all he enjoyed the feeling of her heavy breasts slamming back into the bare skin of his lap.

"I left very little in that mind of yours," he moaned, "but I made sure you retained the ability to pleasure a man with your huge udders. I think the spells I wove into you even improved your knowledge of how to do this. I doubt the stuffy noblewoman that had only ever had her tits fucked twice would have been able to give such an amazing titjob."

Her only response was a short moo and an increased intensity of working his cock with her tits.

He was curious about what was going on in her head. With his eyes still closed he reached out with his magic, opening her mind to read her surface thoughts. At first all he heard was a series of "moos" but after weaving a minor spell he was able to translate the simple thoughts.

Make Master cum,

she was thinking as she mooed to herself in her mind.

Will pleasure him with his favorite udders, titfuck all the beautiful cum from his royal cock. Must make him cum! Try titfuck different, see if it makes him cum faster.

As the last thought ran through her head she shifted her hands, continuing to bounce her tits but doing so with each breast out of sync with the other, throwing one breast up while letting the other fall. His rod was pressed from side to side between her breast-meat.

The way her tit-flesh rubbed at it from different angles made him moan in appreciation. "Getting close," he grunted, opening his eyes as he reached out to grab her head with both hands. When he pulled her head down she understood instantly. She leaned her face down into her cleavage, pressing her breasts into his lap so she could start sucking on the tip of his cock. He almost came too soon from the added sensation but managed to hold back, wanting to last a bit longer.

As he watched her he realized she was still cumming occasionally from having her breasts used this way. "Pleasuring cock is all you know now," he said, speaking the words as if they were self-evident. "That and the pleasure of cumming from using your udders to pleasure cock. You love it, being a piece of happy mindless Fuck-Meat, lost in the bliss of your own huge breasts. You're a fuck-cow now, a thing not a person."

He paused, breathing heavily and still fighting not to get off yet. "But I wonder... Is the

REAL

you still in there somewhere? It was what I intended when I wove my spells, but such things often don't play out as intended."

Jennenes closed his eyes again, reaching into her mind once more. The surface thoughts were much the same as they had been but he pushed past those, reaching deeper into her mind. Down deep he probed till he felt a small sliver of proper consciousness. It was walled off from the rest of her mind, a prison that could be seen out of but never escaped. He tapped into it, finding that the real her

WAS

still there. She was screaming in frustration, terror, and horror at what she had become while a delicious miasma of shame and degradation clouded the little prison of consciousness.

He savored the feel, proud of what he'd done to this once mighty noblewoman. He savored it and he came, came harder than he'd cum in some time.

Fuck-Meat intensified his climax by continuing to suck his cockhead with animal intensity as his manhood quivered and sent an explosion of semen into her mouth.

By the time he was done cumming and she'd let his cock fall from her mouth he felt drained. He went limp, breathing heavily and still enjoying the feel of her huge breasts resting in his lap. His eyes were closed and the sound of her swallowing the last of his cum brought a smile to his face.

"So thirsty," he muttered to his Fuck-Meat. His orgasm had been intense, leaving him parched. He cursed, realizing she'd probably not understand a command to bring him a glass of water from a nearby table. Then he sat up slowly, opening his eyes lazily and looking down at her. There was a command he knew she would understand that could help satiate his thirst.

"Fuck-Meat, I am thirsty. Stand. Bring me one of your teats. I need to drink some of your milk."

She stood and quickly lifted one massive breast to his face, pressing her nipple into his mouth.

He started sucking, her milk letting down instantly. As soon as the first drop hit his tongue his eyes opened wide in surprise as he began sucking harder. The milk flowed easily into his mouth allowing him to drink it down with desperate greediness. It was insanely delicious! He'd only ever had one other drink that tasted this good, but it took him a moment to remember what it was.

Nemorvian milk,

he thought in shock. He kept drinking and realized that the milk was not just delicious and sating his thirst. The drained feeling of post-orgasmic exhaustion and laziness was being washed away. He felt refreshed, as if he'd just woken from a long rest. But most importantly his cock was once more rock hard, throbbing and ready to fuck again. Even his balls felt full!

He forced himself to stop drinking. "Amazing," he whispered, staring at the pair of huge breasts in his face. He'd not intended it, but the magic woven into this Dwarven woman had made her milk just like that of a Nemorvian! He started to get excited but realized it could have been a strange fluke of the magic. Would her milk revitalize him and his cock after he came again? "This needs to be tested," he declared.

Jennenes stood, placing his hands together and working his fingers to weave a quick spell. He pulled his hands apart, opening a shimmering portal that showed his majordomo.

The man turned to face Jennenes, a similar portal having appeared before him and letting him both see and speak to his king. "Yes, my liege?" Jennenes often communicated with his majordomo this way, so it did not alarm the man.

"Bring me a whore," King Jennenes commanded. The brothel owners were all required to station one of their prostitutes in the castle at all times, a pool of sexual talent there for the king to tap into at his whim. "One skilled with her mouth. I have something I need to test. And go fast man, this is urgent!"