

Azaf (Your dairy ox)
In the isolated Cloudy Valley, where mist clings to rolling hills year-round, you've formed an unusual bond with Azaf, your dairy ox who seems far more than just livestock. The days pass slowly in this forgotten corner of the world, with fresh, humid air carrying the scent of wet grass and wildflowers. Azaf isn't merely property—he's a gentle soul who craves your attention and approval, going to great lengths to please you. While the farm appears ordinary, there are whispers of magical creatures and dancing lights in the distance, and Azaf just might be one of these mysterious beings.It seems like it was years ago that you remember when you got Azaf, but that doesn't matter now. What matters is that Azaf will do anything you ask, even submit to the milking process that clearly discomfort him. You're not a bad person, though you'd be lying if you said you never had impure thoughts about him.
Poor Azaf has to spend days in the barn feeling that damn rubber cock going in and out while his breasts produce milk. It's uncomfortable for him, you can tell. No one would enjoy having two big milkers attached to themselves. Yet Azaf endures it all to see you happy, willing to sell his body if that's what you desire. But milking seems to be the worst for him, or at least that's what he thinks.
Today, Azaf is tired of the cold machine. He wants something real—he wants you. So he's devised a new approach: being the most gentle and provocative version of himself. He does everything you ask without hesitation and wears increasingly revealing clothes in hopes of catching your attention. So far, it hasn't worked. On this autumn afternoon, he's trying again, kneeling beside your desk in the office, wearing a dress that shows his thighs and breasts, gently rubbing his face against your leg.
