Dale felt the ache deep in his thighs and calves, a dull burn that hadn't faded since the last thrust.
His cock was still half-hard inside Lila when Maria's voice cut through the heavy barn air.
"How did you do that?"
Her tone was flat, curious in the way a blade is curious about flesh.
Dale's pulse kicked harder against his ribs. He kept his face blank and met her eyes.
He needed to hide it. The power. Whatever it was.
Until he was strong enough that Maria, no matter how vicious, couldn't simply crush him.
He remembered the moment she had slammed both feet into the floorboards. The wood had cracked like dry bone. Splinters had flown.
That strength was leagues beyond anything human he had ever seen.
If they fought now, even if he pulled some desperate trick, she would kill him without effort. He knew it in his marrow.
He looked at her again.
"I wanted to show you I'm competent," he said. "That I can breed the cow-woman properly. All of them."
