"Ohhh!♡~ Slap!♡~ Mmh!♡~ Slap!♡~ Aaah!♡~"
The bed groaned beneath them. The headboard slammed against the wall. Ragnora's cries grew louder and louder until she was practically screaming his name.
"You know what you look like right now?" Cassius asked, his voice strained. "With these massive horns and these massive udders—"
He reached around to grab her breasts, squeezing them hard.
"—you look like a cow. A big, beautiful, crimson cow. And I'm riding you."
"A cow?!" Ragnora's voice was indignant despite her compromised position. "I am not a—"
"You absolutely are. A magnificent cow! The most beautiful cow in the world! And I'm going to milk you." He pulled on her nipples. "Milk these magnificent udders until you mooo!"
"I'm not making cow noises—"
"Make them."
"I refuse—"
He thrust deep, burying himself to the hilt, and held there. "Make. The noises. Ragnora."
A long pause. Then, very quietly, almost inaudibly:
"Moo..."
"Louder."
"Moo!"
"I can't hear you."
"Mooooo!"
