The bidding started, and to his displeasure, Renux opened with a high bid, but then the sorceress bid! It went back and forth for a while, until suddenly a glazed look came over Renux's face, and he sat down, bidding no more. The sorceress smirked to herself, and when she winked at Bortock again he realized: she'd enchanted Renux!
The sorceress won the auction. As the orcs led Bortock back to his cage for shipment, the sorceress rose and spoke up. "That's quite unnecessary. He'll accompany me on foot."
The slave master protested, "Miss, this slave isn't broken in yet. It could be dangerous to let him walk free."
"I'm perfectly capable of handling myself, thank you, and I'm sure he wouldn't hurt me, not when I have a herd of cow-women that need breeding back home. Isn't that right my handsome bull?"
Bortok smiled and nodded vigorously at that news.
"See? He's a good boy. Now bring him to me." Reluctantly the orc obliged. When he transferred ownership to her, she shocked him by breaking the collar. He was free!
"What have you done?" asked the orc, "It will kill us!" Bortock smiled a predatory grin. He would do just that. Then he stopped when he felt a dainty hand grab his cock.
"This is the only leash I need hold him by." said the sorceress. "You wouldn't want to upset me and all my cows back home by causing a scene, now would you Bortock?" as she spoke she massaged his member, and he decided he indeed did not.
"No, Mistress," he said, "but I would very much like to kill this orc."
She smirked, and beckoned with one finger for him to bend over to her. He did so, and she whispered in his ear. "Too many here to fight them all. Don't worry, my pet, we'll come back for a lovely slaughter when we're better prepared."
Bortok smiled and nodded. They went on their way. As they walked, she told him her name was Pyrellia, and told him why she needed him. She was working on a very special enchanted potion that would give her eternal youth and beauty. The issue was that she had to go through thousands of failed attempts until she got the mixture perfect or it wouldn't work, and the main ingredient was beastfolk cow milk. Towards that end, she'd told a large assortment of beastfolk cow girls that they could stay in her castle and she would care for them, in exchange for their milk. Problem was, in order to produce milk, they had to be pregnant. That's where he came in. He smiled.
Then he dared a rather bold and lewd suggestion, "and would my Mistress also make use of me for more...personal needs?"
The smile on her face was all the answer he needed, and the hunger in his gaze was all it took. Moments later, he was "taking care of her personal needs" in a clearing on the side of the road, without a care in the world if anyone saw them, or heard her as she moaned his name, but the powerful, dominant bull gave her more of a fucking that she dreamed of, and soon he had her at his mercy, turned into a literal drooling slut. "You're not my mistress anymore," he said, "You're my cow. You're part of my herd, and you'll do as I say, agreed?" She was so pleasure drunk that all she could do was weakly and happily nod her head.
"Good. Now show me to the rest of my herd."
When they arrived she introduced him to the other girls. There were two dozen. Two dozen busty cow women for him to impregnate. He was in heaven. They smiled at him, giggled, and whispered to each other as they stole glances at his manhood, which was quickly growing erect at the sight of the naked busty beauties. He selected 4 to spend the night with him, Malla, Triss, Relenor, and Blissa. He fucked them all in turn, leaving his cum dripping from their twitching pussies, and then he tied Pyrellia to a breeding stall and fucked her again, demonstrating that she was just another one of his cows. She even gave her best immitation of a contented moo when she felt him fill her with his cum. Then they lie down together under the stars in the open fields of the sorceress's land. "Oh Pyrellia, favorite cow of mine, do be a dear and wake me up at dawn tomorrow? I'd like to inspect the grounds first thing."
"Sure, Bortock" she said.
"Oh, and do wake me with a blowjob, won't you dear?"
"Of course, my handsome bull." she said. and so they fell asleep, one big pile of happy cows(even if one was actually an elf) and one very happy bull.