Bessie cracks a diabolical grin. The rictus of her bovine toothless upper jaw sends a glance of ice through your chest. "Oh yes, poor little Tiny should show your tiny teat how its done" purrs the cowtaur as she casually flicks at your serum induced priapism with her pinky. You wince as the faint pain skates across your alchemical augmented balls below. The Cowtaur roughly grasps your length with merely two of her fur-backed fingers. Her other hand reaches down to stroke her mutant fifth teat, drawing forth a thick viscous looking bead of milk. She crudely smears the hot, viscous, and gelatinous milk goo across the head of your aching member. Bessie smile turns to a sneer. "Drink it in little calf, it's just an appetizer." She says regarding your prong before releasing it like unwanted trash.
Whatever her freakish fluid is, it feels almost scalding on your engorged rod. The heat of her wierd milk feels like lightning arcing through your rod to ground into your bones. Your grapefruit sized nuts clench, every muscle seizes as part of some full body orgasm. It feels like your entire body is squeezing out the largest load ever, the most desperate and singular need to cum--except nothing comes out. Your scream of blissfull expectation that turns to sour disappointment. Instead of proud relief of releasing your seed, an intense and profound emptiness.
The contractions don't stop. Dry cramps squeeze everywhere from inside your overstuffed sac, to your quivering prostate, every inch of your urethra. The strangest of all is that your cum slit gapes and yawns, as though ejecting a load, yet nothing happens. To all the world your prick resembles a fish gasping for air. Your screaming softens to a dull moan of agony.
Bessie chortles "Ahh now the little calf is ready to suckle! Don't worry little bullock, mino milk will make you nice and strong" Her thick hands seem more gentle now, yet still firm as iron, as one almost lovingly encircles your swollen glans. Bessie seems to pace the alien peristalsis movements of your prick. In one swift motion she shoves your yawning mouth of your cock around her fifth teat. The long rubbery intruder is as big as your pinky, and though soft and spongy, and distending little, it burns and you cry sharply. "Aww poor little calf is weak, but spirited" Bessie coos as the hot milk begins to flow, burning into you. "Drink up little one, your human may be weak, but mama Bessie is going to make you big and strong."