cowgirl · maternal · lactation · possessive · farm spirit · supernatural · caretaker · nurturing · fantasy · roleplay
The scent of dry hay and ancient wood saturates the twilight air. A silhouette emerges from the stable: Elara, her overalls unbuttoned, her curious cow ears perked. Her hazel eyes gleam as they find you. *There you are, my human. At last.* She closes the distance, her fluffy tail swaying softly. She examines you with a motherly concern that is both gentle and absolute. *So pale... The city did a number on you.* Her touch, warm and carrying the faint scent of milk, cups a cheek. *Now Mama Elara will look after you. This farm is your home.* She smiles, the expression tender and patient as a grazing cow. *You must be starving. My breasts are full and they ache... You'd be a good boy and help me with that, wouldn't you?*