While the hero's party was on its way back to report to Zephyr, the fiend was in the middle of something rather special. It was still early afternoon, but since the number of requests had crossed a threshold, the shop's doors were shut unless someone wanted any specific item that they'd already seen.
Both glad that she could get some rest and a bit uneasy from the noises in the downstairs bedroom, Freya kept glancing back and forth between the door leading to the inner rooms and the windows where she was supposed to be working. Alas, as Aura was off to make some item deliveries, she couldn't help but want to take a peek.
'This is so wrong, but what the hell goes on with him and these girls?' Driven mad by her desire to know more, she slowly made her way towards the reception desk, and since the doors to both the backroom and the bedroom were open, she caught a glimpse of what was happening inside. 'F-fuck…'
Gulping at the sight of Custer's nude body lying on top of Okio, her body froze, and her breath was caught in her throat. A big pair of hefty balls hung heavy from the merchant's groin, and from the looks of it, the arching cock lying over the slave's belly–was just as impressive, if not more.
Barely illuminated by a streak of light bleeding into the room through the curtains, Zephyr squeezed the Capra's fat tits, and her body arched into his touch with a quiver felt in hers and that of Freya's groin. Squeezing them hard, he made her tits squirt milk. Leaning closer to those ever-milking breasts of the goat demi-human, Custer curled his tongue around her wet nipples and began sucking them like a hungry beast.
"AghhH~!" The rush of her milk shooting through her nipples as Zephyr milked her through his mouth–had left Okio flopping under his body like a struggling fish. And yet only through his tongue torture could she find relief for a capra in love made enough milk every day to feed her whole family. "Mhnmm~ T-thank you, master! I…I was waiting ever since I woke up for you to milk me!"
Being sucked from one tit and being squeezed through the other, the slave woman lay panting–her body crippled with mind–numbing pleasure.
Watching it all transpire from afar, Freya found herself panting with her hand clenched by her heart. Ever since the confession between the two, kisses, hugs, and a handful of dirty gestures like touching each other in places had become so common that Freya had begun trying to ignore them.
And yet, the breeze burning between her thighs through the scanty bunny outfit was as much of a tease as the sight of a new couple showering each other with romantic gestures every other second.
'Calm down, you idiot…' Shaking her head, Freya looked away. Yet the quiet moans of the Capra and the endowment of the flimsy-looking boy just wouldn't leave her head. On its own, her mind ventured back to her time with her husbands. Not necessarily bad experiences, but the size and vigor still felt a bit lacking–at least they did now that she knew that a young man could last longer and go harder than both of those men. 'Weak men…I guess I'm surrounded by them.'
Her eyes narrowed with hate–there was nothing in this world that she hated more than weakness, and that, too, especially in men. If hers was to nurture and build, was it not a man's duty to protect, provide, and help their family flourish? Despite that, she was left with two children. One from another woman and the other her own, with little promise for his future. Perhaps if it hadn't been for those weak men…
'Maybe then even I…' Looking through the gap in the door again, she swallowed. Drawn by that prospect, her eyes honed in on those heavy pairs of swinging balls. Swinging left and right like a pendulum, all the while his shaft rubs across Okio's belly and above. Biting her finger, Freya tried to look away; however, mesmerized by those baby makers, she bit her lip and zoned out of her own head.
Unaware of the outfit's influence on her, she felt her desires being unshackled. Lifting the restrictions on her heart, the bunny was merely suggesting to her to be more honest. But from the way her pussy twitched against the raw leather and formed a thin layer of slime between her flesh and the dress, it was clear that she ached for sex–at least once, for it had been far too long since she'd lain in bed with a man.
Perhaps, once would be enough to scratch that itch deep within her groin–a good stuffing by that monstrous dick. Perusing such thoughts as the outfit laid down her inhibitions, she was drawn to that prospect–until.
"WHERE'S CUSTER!?" The shop's door flung right open, and in came pouring, the hero and his companions.
"W-what!?" Quickly turning to her son's voice, Freya froze in place before realizing that her face mask–thankfully was still covering her face. Anxiously staring at him while he stared back and the rest of his group frantically scanned the room, she faked a cough and adjusted her tone to sound a little younger. "I…I'll go get him."
With a gulp, she quickly turned around and ran around the reception table. Making her way through the corridor, she kept her head lowered and warned Zephyr of her arrival before actually going there.
"Custer! Rudy is here to see you! It sounds important!" Stopping by the doorframe, she lifted her head only to find him still sucking Okio's tits without any shame. All the while, she stood there watching his dick leaking precum all over the slave girl's belly. The utter shamelessness in continuing even though she was standing there made her wonder just what kind of deeds this boy had done before coming to their city.
'How many girls have you been with to be so proficient in bed?' She tried to shake off that question from her head; however, as Zephyr kept milking Okio for a while longer, all Freya could do was stand there and watch. Not an easy ask, especially not when her own chest was on fire.