Queen Morgana continued this pounding rhythm like a machine, her eyes tightly closed and her face wearing a tight expression of complete concentration. The Scullery Maid cautiously opened Thor’s stall door – even the best stallions could be a handful – and slid into the stall. She reached between his legs from behind with the other hand, and gently massaged his balls, feeling them draw up into a solid mass as his eruption neared. In the end they caused so much fighting with such terrible weapons almost everyone in the world died… Morgana grabbed a handful of the serving girl’s hair and thrust herself deep in the slack mouth, and then pulled out, wiping the cum and spittle onto the girl’s gratefully dazed face. Synthia often sniffed loudly when the Scullery Maid came home from a day’s work, and muttered comments about “the whole house smelling like the filthy livestock” until the Scullery Maid took a long shower.
