I stood there silently for a long moment, eyes staring unfocused at the rune-covered loop of metal that held Verdan’s arms bound up behind her back. Then I shook myself, straightened, and took a step back. There was no use thinking about things that I couldn’t do yet. Despite all my progress, Seatamer was still far beyond me. I had barely managed to wrangle a pair of half-trained adolescents, Seatamer was at least five times as old as either of my cows, and that was only covering the time during which he’d been living in human lands. More than that, I barely knew anything about him and his elven family. Going at them with anything less than eighth circle magic was just asking to get smacked down, and it was probably best to wait until I was a true Archmage.

No, I needed to take things one step at a time. The thugs seemed to have been a dead end, but capturing them was a payoff all on its own. Perhaps it hadn’t been their idea to go after my Lea, but they had been the ones to do the deed and had now suffered the consequences of their actions.

Now, it was time to move further afield, starting with the noble brats that had dared hurt Lea the first time around. At the time I had let them go, more worried about Lea’s safety than any sort of punishment. I might not have any real evidence to suggest that one of them had hired these thugs, but that was immaterial. Whether they had done it or not, they had damaged my Lea and that meant they needed to learn that some actions have consequences. If I found my true target along the way, all the better.

Beyond that I also needed to refocus on my own progression. I had allowed myself to become distracted, slacking off in my practice and not properly focusing on my studies. That was unforgivable and needed to change. I suddenly regretted not purchasing one of those sirens, it would have been good to have an available sacrifice for my rituals class, but it was what it was. I would need to focus on finding something as soon as possible.

For now though, my darling little pet deserved a reward. More than that, I needed to calm down and relax. It was always good when work and pleasure overlapped like that.

My fingers trailed for a moment up along Verdan’s sides as I walked around her to step up behind Mistletoe. Even bound up so tightly that she couldn’t so much as wiggle her toes, the red-headed elf somehow managed to project an air of palpable neediness, her body just begging for attention. Arousal ran in narrow rivulets down her plump thighs, tracing the outlines of rhythmically tensing and relaxing muscles, and dripped quietly from the red and puffy lips of her perfectly shaped pussy.

The moment my hand touched her back, Mistletoe’s entire body tensed up for an instant, and I felt her try to press into the light touch of my fingers. Metal creaked quietly and the runes carved into both her pale skin and covering every inch of her bonds glowed as the amount of mana flowing through them spiked momentarily.

Only my confidence in my spellwork and the knowledge of just how much mana I was pumping out of the girl each day between the bonds, milk, blood, and other materials I gathered from her kept me from jumping away. Mistletoe always got much more feisty when she was kept on edge for an extended period of time, but she wasn’t going anywhere.

Instead, I gave her butt a firm spank and flicked her clit with my nail. It wasn’t really much of a punishment for the horny cow, it was rather clear by now that pain only made her more excited, but her current state was punishment enough in my opinion. Anything more that would actually work as a punishment would involve considerably more force than I was currently willing to use and likely result in long term damage to my property.

I smiled ruefully and shook my head as the elf continued to try and press up against me, her ass jiggling as she tried and failed to buck her hips. It never ceased to amuse me to see the formerly haughty elf act like such a desperate whore. It made me wonder if other elves were also like this underneath their superior attitudes and sneering smiles. Verdan had certainly proven herself to be little different, even if my first cow was still the more… enthusiastic of the two.

Slipping two fingers into Mistletoe’s sopping wet cunt, I felt her muscles immediately clench down around the intruders as she tried to pull my fingers deeper inside herself. Naughty, naughty girl. I pulled back nearly immediately and my smile widened as she once again thrashed against her restraints, trying to prolong the touch for even a moment longer. As much as those tight leather shorts she’d always worn had flattered her figure, I much preferred this look on her.

Perhaps someday, when I was far more confident in my own skills and power, I would unbind her and let her revisit the old outfit. I did still have it folded and tucked away somewhere from when I’d captured her, and the image of a Mistletoe wearing nothing but a collar and skin-tight leather begging on her knees to such my cock had a certain appeal to it. Not today though, and not for a long time yet unfortunately. Still, it was something to look forward to.

Well, I decided after a moment, that was probably enough foreplay. I was almost painfully hard and had a perfect solution to that not-so-small issue right in front of me. The thought of just leaving Mistletoe like this and going back to play with Verdan flashed across my mind, but that would just be cruel. She might be an elf, but even animals didn’t deserve to suffer needlessly. Even without knowing Rea’s usual schedule, I could tell with just a glance that Mistletoe hadn’t been allowed to cum in several days while it had only been a few hours at most for my other cow. And besides, I was doing this for myself. Playing with the blonde was fun, but it was just so much more… personal with my fiery redhead.

My hands dug into Mistletoe’s wide hips and I ever so slowly ran the tip of my cock between her slick lower lips. She fell still instantly, her breath hitching sharply. I could almost hear the desperate, animalistic anticipation screaming in her mind. Then, in a single smooth motion I pulled back and buried myself halfway in her well prepared and lubricated ass.

I groaned quietly in pleasure, breathing slowly through my mouth as I savored the sensation. There was nothing else quite like the perfectly hot, tight, velvety soft ass of an elf. Rewarding Rea was always enjoyable and her constant enthusiasm made the entire experience so much better than it would be otherwise, but her body simply couldn’t compare to the unnatural splendor of an elf.

It was like the entire race of arrogant wastes was built for this, their bodies perfectly formed for the pleasure of others and able to produce miraculous magical reagents. It sounded ridiculous, but with every passing day the idea that elves had been engineered by some ancient archmages of incalculable power seemed more and more plausible. I certainly had no proof, but that didn’t mean much of anything. Elven history stretched back thousands of years further than that of even the oldest human nations, and with how brutally the elven kingdoms came down on rumors of uses for their people, it was easy to imagine that they would have cheerfully wiped the knowledge of their origins out of history.

Well, one way or the other it didn’t really matter. What did matter was the blissful sensation of the rippling clenching and pulsing of her internal muscles massaging my member as I slowly sank fully into her rear. The first time around, I had believed it was simply an automatic response, her body trying to eject the intruder it could feel in a place where nothing was supposed to go. Now, it felt far more deliberate than that. My slutty cow knew exactly what it was doing. Well, if she was going to insist…

Magically strengthened muscles let me pull out and then slam back in even as she did her best to pull me deeper and deeper into her gut. My fingers curled tightly around her slim, muscular waist, the arch of her hips giving me excellent handholds as I began to pound her ass properly. The bouncing jiggle of her ass was almost mesmerizing as my hips slammed over and over against her broad backside.

“Who’s a good, slutty elf-cow,” I mumbled quietly, “you are, Mistletoe, you are. You’re so much better at this than you ever were at magic, useless elf that you are.”

Mistletoe, of course, did not respond. I wasn’t sure she could even hear me. Rea had removed the enchanted ear-plugs I’d made as part of her preparations, but I was whispering rather quietly. Still, I interpreted her enthusiastic clenching as agreement and that was more than good enough for me.

Eventually though, all good things come to an end. “Rea,” I called out haltingly, “come get your treat!”

The purple-skinned slave knew exactly what was coming and rushed forward, scrambling across the floor in a half crawl to kneel beside me. With a soft pop, I pulled fully out of Mistletoe, her ass opening and closing as she tried to pull me back in. I barely had to turn my hips before Rea was all over me, mouth wide open and eyes gleaming as she took me in her mouth. She bobbed her head several times quickly, tongue dancing along my length and lips sucked in tightly around me.

Then, she lunged forward, taking me all the way down her throat as her nose pressed up against my pubes, and it was finally too much. One of my hands shakily went behind her head, long soft hair sliding between my fingers as I held her face tightly against me. I leaned my head back, exhaling a long, gasping breath as she continued to lick and suck at every accessible inch of meat in her mouth.

Not for the first time, I seriously appreciated the fun quirks of elven biology that made this sort of thing possible. Had Mistletoe been anything other than an elf, this sort of fun would have required tedious cleaning and would have still been rather unpleasant for my pet. Instead, her biologically vestigial ass made for a lovely and completely sanitary fuckhole that didn’t risk producing useless half-elf children. I didn’t know why elves had asses when they clearly weren’t using them for anything, but it was certainly very convenient here.

“Very nice… Rea,” I eventually managed, “you really are such a good girl.” Rea responded only by redubling her enthusiastic licking and sucking. I enjoyed it for a moment, then roughly pulled her head back. “Well, that was a lovely warm up, but I think it's time for the main event, hmm?”

Rea’s eyes widened and she rapidly nodded her head, her gaze still locked on my spit-slicked length. I ruffled her hair, then used it as a handhold to pull her to her feet. I was a little more careful than usual, an invisible tendril of force ready to catch her if she didn’t manage to get her feet under her in time. After all, she’d done such a good job prettying herself up with her arms locked behind her back for me and all. It would be a shame if she ruined it all by cracking her head open on the stone floor or busting her nose.

“Let’s move this over to the bed, you can sleep with me,” I whispered into her ear, “feel free to be as loud as you’d like tonight, pet. Let’s give the cattle a show on how a good girl like you is treated.”