It didn't take long for Nuu and Priscilla to reach the cottage.
The cottage was built as a means to protect her children from work.
A few clients tend to get rowdy, as a Squire, she could handle most men, but Berta rather not take the risk.
The main household and the guest area were at least a good walking distance.
Although it was night, Nuu's vision wasn't affected. In fact, it became easier to perceive his surroundings.
After all, Nephilim is children of the Fallen.
Without releasing his Aura, the night scene bare nude before his sight, within a 4 miles radius, nothing escaped his vision, especially the green-grass snake lying in wait, as for the ignorant frolicking horn rabbits, the hawk stealthily sat upon the tree top.
Nuu withdrew his gaze, focusing upon his temporary residence for the next two days, the porch with its antique rocking chairs was beautifully hand-crafted, "She always had good taste." Nuu mumble.
As he entered along with Priscilla, there was some difficulty. The 2-meter door frame couldn't accommodate their height.
The only way forward is to hunch over.
To their surprise, the interior was much more accommodating.
It was an all-new experience for Priscilla. The Mertaru live in large cave-like structures, similar to a beehive.
The aspect that reminded Priscilla of her former life was the interior. The carpeted fur, and fireplace.
Nuu walks over to the queen size bedding, the holding bag placed upon the bed as he removes his attire and boots.
Priscilla continues to explore the room, with great interest. The only time she stop, Nuu's upper body became exposed, the intricate art and miniature depiction caught her curiosity
She couldn't peel away from the human canvas that is Nuu.
Meanwhile, he sat back and allow her hands to explore.
Her childlike curiosity caught him off guard at first.
Only to realize, this might be her first time venturing beyond those mountains.
Just for a moment, his mind wandered off, to the moment he met Priscilla.
If he had taken the main road, then this encounter would have never occurred.
Nuu came across a small village with a resident of five-hundred
An exotic woman no older than 63 came into his sight, yet she looks to be in her mid 30's
A strong desire to dominate prevails over his rational thoughts.
The dark olive skin beauty seems to be the village chief's daughter, but that made no difference to Nuu. With sword drawn, battle rages.
That event causes a permanent mark on Priscilla.
The strange little man fought against her people.
To Priscilla, it was the most chivalrous thing.
To savages like Mertaru, Nuu's refusal to leave was worthy of respect.
However, they couldn't just give up without a fight.
These creature value strength over everything, so they tend to breed with the most dominant male, and sometimes these males are blood relatives.
The genetic mutation that occurs, when humans with similar blood copulate, does not plague them.
" Master!"
Once he came back to his sense from gawking a little too hard.
" Why do you continue to call me master…or have you forgotten, it was I who snatched you away?" said Nuu
"..."
" Priscilla wasn't stolen, You're strong, so I follow!"
A hint of surprise flashed through his eyes.
"Do you not want Priscilla? I can cook and clean, so don't get rid of Priscilla. No slave, okay!" While leering at his penis.
'Big penis on small man!' thought Priscilla.
In the eyes of any female Mertaru, Nuu would be considered on the short side.
Mertaru men are 2.5 to 3 meters in height.
Meanwhile, Nuu is 2.2 meters.
"What do I gain by keeping you around?" Nuu had no intention of selling Priscilla.
" I'll give strong children, and be good, so don't make Priscilla a slave. Me cook delicious food, so keep Priscilla by your side." She repeated the same line, hoping he would understand a little better, what she meant.
Nuu couldn't help bursting into a fit of laughter.
He could get everything she said with a little coercion.
His laughter came to a halt, the milk maiden wasn't amused.
Priscilla's hand rested upon her 70 cm waist.
"Alright, I won't make you slave, but cooking and being good isn't enough…I need more, give me something valuable, like your True Name!" said Nuu
A look of panic ensued, "Priscilla rather die than give strange man…True Name!"
Nuu's mouth was left agape.
"..."
The only other option is her innate ability, but that's taboo.
She scrutinized her choices, to the point her head hurt.
"You don't have to think so hard…Let's work on your first suggestion, giving me an heir, this delay only lasts for a week. Afterward, I need something of value." said Nuu, not wanting to push too hard.
Where else can he get such a gullible MILF.
Nuu was simply testing the water. The most important thing at the moment is dealing with this big-breasted lactating mother.
Just looking at those knockers, which were nearly as large as Yaya, harden his resolve.
His snake-like veins were pumping twice the number of blood
His girth resembles Oga. The only difference is the length.
Nuu's understanding of Blood Spawn deepens.
'There's more to this seed than a forceful takeover. Does Oga know?' thought Nuu
Priscilla needed no further introduction, this wasn't her first rodeo.
Such a big manly penis stood at attention.
Her palm was not as delicate as the Madame, nor warm as Yaya's. In fact, they were similar to Hilda, the only difference being much larger and 'sweaty?'
This wasn't sweat, it was the sticky resin from before, a suction-like pressure applied to his balls.
A low grunt escapes Nuu's lips. He couldn't help feeling embarrassed, it felt as though he was being tame, not the other way around.
Her finger continues to fiddle with his egg size balls. "Warm!" as she smiles
Nuu had to take control, this woman was simply too good at this, it felt as though he was melting with her every touch.
A pull upon her chain as he bit down on her lips.
"Aaah, The chain master, remove them I can't breathe…. Priscilla wants to service you properly!"
Nuu couldn't help rolling his eyes, any more service and he would be on all fours calling her mommy.
Even so, the situation was as she stated. A dead bitch is useless.
" Only the chain, but the choker stays. I almost forgot to tell you….."
Priscilla nodded with excitement. Mertaur values freedom over their own life. She didn't understand what he meant with his last sentence, nor did she believe there could be anyone stronger.
The only thought in Priscilla's mind was the removal of those embarrassing chains attached to her choker.
Nuu shook his head in disbelief, 'was wearing a chain, so bad?'
If others were to overhear Nuu, they would definitely think something was wrong with his brain.
The nipple clamp and choker remained. The chain was discarded.
His hands took possession of her ample bosom, squeezing both jugs together.
A small leak, like a starving cub, his tongue lapsed over her nipples.
Just as she promised, Priscilla plays the role of a loving mother, allowing Nuu to drink to his heart's content, as a reward, she would stroke and spank his balls.
Those ridges and veins on his big penis felt snake-like, but it was no issue to Priscilla, her hands continue to produce the lube, and Nuu's expression became surreal.
'A natural sex slave, I must capture at least two to three with a similar appearance.' Thought Nuu, just like that, a devious plan hatched.
" Priscilla, when I was at your village, was that everyone? I kinda feel bad not meeting the entire tribe?" said Nuu with a sly grin.
"Eeeh, master… you're right, mother and the others were out gathering herbs." Not thinking too much, she blurted out a crucial information
"Hehe, let's stop on the way back, so I can pay my respects to your father as well. Don't you agree?" said Nuu
"Master is so silly, you already met him….Priscilla is so happy… Master will let her see the village."
"Oh, of course, but did I really meet him?"
"Yes, master…he's the man with white hair and big ears, you fought him!"
"Oooh, do you mean cow head?"
"Ahn!"
His lips never truly left those breasts.
As he chug away such divine milk, " How much more can you produce?" said Nuu
It didn't take long for her to understand, " 2 gallons every 3 weeks, master!"
"Not enough, I definitely need more," said Nuu
A few breaths later, their lips were locked in another passionate battle for dominance.
Nuu couldn't lose, like a spark of genius. His fingers slipped below her navel, her labia bare nude for his viewing pleasure.
Priscilla lips tremble. At this moment she was no different than other women.
With a thumb and index, her lower half was at his mercy, but to Nuu's surprise, she was already wet, "isn't that a little too quick?' thought Nuu
Only to realize it wasn't his fingers.
'Horns?'
It dawns on him. Priscilla became wet, not through his massage of her clit, but those horns upon her head.
Her knees buckled into his embrace. Her eyes pleaded for release.
For a sadist like Nuu, such an expression was a turn-on.
Her breathing became erratic to the point of wheezing.
He simply couldn't help himself. After all, it's in his nature.
He desires to see more of that helpless expression.
He did what he knew best… the horns became his sole focus. Priscilla panted, tongue out, as she let out a feral moan, her eyes glazed over, and her legs weak.
A release like none other, this man of relative height brought Priscilla to her knees. An experience she would never forget.
This really opens her eyes, " Master, Anh…"
Before she knew it, both her legs were locked behind her head.
Her tongue was sticking out, as his dick slid into her fold, *Squelch* Priscilla's walls encasing upon entry, his dick was throbbing, and the deeper Nuu ventured, the tighter her pussy became.
This was definitely the first, of all the women he had been with.