Zyra was completely exhausted, sprawled on the ground, dripping with all the milk I'd filled her to the brim with. She looked quite pathetic, as if I'd brutally abused her. If anyone else saw her, they'd surely think I'd raped her. I didn't want the others to see her in that state; there were young children, and I still didn't know how open the village would be about me fucking all of them. I walked around the huts, carrying Zyra to her dwelling. Inside, there were only some minor decorations: a few horns, tusks, even a pelt of what looked like a giant wolf or perhaps a dog. It had a strange snout that made it hard for me to identify.