Текст книги "Milked for the Holidays"

Автор книги: Vivian Murdoch

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Gritting my teeth, I wait for the inevitable, but nothing happens. I can’t seem to pee while he’s watching me. With a wicked grin, Vrokjan saunters behind me and kneels down.

His hand is clinical as he reaches up and massages my pussy. “You can do it, pretty girl,” he croons. “Pee for me. Let’s get this over with so I can relieve the ache I know is building. And,” he whispers, leaning forward so the heat of his breath washes over my skin. “If you’re a good girl for me, I’ll give you pleasure as the milk drains from your gorgeous breasts.”

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CHAPTER 19

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JESSICA

My body quivers as I squat there, my mind at war with the physical need to pee. It’s not about wanting to be good or bad. It’s about having to pee in front of this gorgeous man.

Bile rises in my throat, nearly choking me. Again, he reaches between my splayed thighs and plays with my pussy. Pulling back, he glides two fingers into me and grips my hip, locking me in place.

He angles his fingers downward, pressing against my G-Spot. Pleasure lances through me as the need to pee swells even more. Vrokjan is relentless. He continues to press deep inside, forcing the pressure to build until I can no longer contain it.

Pee splashes against the grass, the humiliating sound thundering in my ears. Unable to help myself, a groan of relief flits past my lips. Vrokjan runs his free hand down my thigh as he continues to rock into me until I’m done.

“There now. It will be easier the more you do it. Stay right there.”

My thighs burn as I hold my position, not wanting to sit in the mess I made. I watch as Vrokjan strides over to wash his hand, as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. How can this not affect him?

Heat infuses my cheeks as he smiles at me through the mirror. It’s as if none of this happened. However, the moment he walks back toward me and grabs a hose, I know it’s all too real. I don’t have the luxury of convincing myself it’s a dream. Not anymore.

The water is warm as he sprays my pussy down, and honestly, I’m grateful. I was expecting a frigid blast. Once he’s done, he helps me up and dries me off.

This time, when he works the plug into my ass, it’s only a dull sensation. The stretch and fullness of having a foreign object in me is still bizarre and doesn’t feel natural, but it doesn’t hurt. Leading me back into the bedroom, he finishes getting dressed while I stand there, shifting from one foot to the other.

Now that the utter humiliation of that bathroom experience is over, the ache in my breasts becomes too much for me to ignore. Vrokjan watches me as he puts on his shoes, his gaze narrowing as he stares at my nipples. They’re swollen and jutting out.

My chest itches as the skin stretches out, feeling far too tight. I scratch, but that does nothing to relieve the discomfort. Instead, my skin becomes overly sensitive to the point where a whimper fills the air.

My Rancher finishes getting dressed in record time and clips the lead back onto my collar. I don’t fight him as he takes me down the stairs. At this point, I’d pee in front of the entire planet if it makes the pain go away.

Downstairs the other Ranchers mill about, setting bowls and cutlery on the table. Fiona kneels next to Antroli, her pale cheeks flushed. Her breasts jut out, high and firm, and just as swollen.

The only difference is mine seems at least double, perhaps triple, the size of hers. She bites her lower lip as she fidgets her fingers in her lap. The discomfort oozes from her, mirroring my own.

Once Antroli sees us, he beams at Vrokjan, his smile widening with every step we take. “I was getting worried. Fiona is desperate to be milked, but I didn’t want to start without you.”

Vrokjan claps his hand on his shoulder. “Next time, don’t make her suffer. I will understand. Just like if you’re ever running behind, I’ll take care of my own.”

The other Ranchers gather around, their eyes darkening as they look at us. As if I weigh nothing, Vrokjan hoists me up onto the table right alongside Fiona. Fear slithers down my spine as the other men come closer, their gazes hungry. Once they circle the table, they all bow their heads and place a fist over their heart.

“Celestials,” Vrokjan intones, his voice deep and serious. “We gather at this table to partake in the milk so graciously provided to us. May we drink it with the reverence in which it is given. Allow it to nourish us and strengthen us.”

Off to the side, a Rancher pipes up. “And make us more money than we know what to do with.” His irreverent tone inspires cackling and similar sentiments from the others, including Vrokjan.

I turn my head to glance over at Fiona, noting her wide-eyed stare. She’s just as confused as I am. For all his talk of reverence, everything he’s done to me so far has been just shy of sacrilegious.

Antroli and Vrokjan approach, their touch gentle as they lay us on our backs. Fiona’s head rests alongside mine, close enough I can hear her breathing. We angle our heads toward each other, taking solidarity in the fact that we’re not alone.

Reaching my arm up, I offer her my hand, just as she did to me the first time we met. She grabs on, her fingers trembling as the men take their seats around us. Fear laces each breath as they come close.

I don’t understand. Vrokjan said the others would never drink directly from me, and yet, they hover close, their lips glistening with spit as they lick them. My breasts heave as I struggle for breath.

“Shhh, my pretty cow,” he soothes, running his hand down my breast to tweak my nipple. “I’ve told you they will not drink from you. Trust my words. I have not deceived you thus far.”

Unfortunately, he’s right. He’s not given me a reason not to trust him. Closing my eyes, I focus on my breathing and Fiona’s hand clutching mine in a death grip. A slight shuffling rings out around me, and within moments, the familiar sucking sensation from the milking barn tugs at my nipples.

I crane my neck to watch as my milk fills the little tubes and travels down to the table. The men take their bowls with what looks like cereal and hold them in front of a spout. Beside me, Fiona quivers as she’s being drained as well.

The relief is immense as the milk leaves my body, causing a burning arousal to flood my system. Fiona’s hand grips mine even tighter as a soft, almost purring moo drifts from her lips. It’s so faint, I wouldn’t have heard it if I wasn’t so close to her.

Soon, however, my own cries of pleasure join hers as Vrokjan slides the machine back inside my pussy. This time, however, there seems to be an extra attachment I don’t remember feeling earlier. A bit of metal latches onto my clit, sucking ever so slightly as the bulk of the object pulses inside.

Both of us writhe on the table as the men take their breakfast, eating as if nothing out of the ordinary is happening around them. At the head of the table, Vrokjan watches me as he tips his cup back, drinking my milk as my body quivers.

He rests his hand on my ankle, grounding me as my hips buck and twist under the onslaught. The machine moves with me, changing up sensations based on how I react. It’s as if it’s part of me, feeding off of the pleasure coursing through my veins.

Desperate moos reverberate through my skull as Fiona and I twist about, panting and moaning. With my free hand, I grip at the table, my nails scratching into the wood. Cries of pleasure rip from my throat as I arch my hips, bucking up and down as my orgasm crests.

Everything goes taut as pleasure explodes through my body. I cry out until I’m hoarse, drowning out all other sounds around me. Crashing back down, I lie there, limp, as the machine comes to a stop.

I pant as I try to catch my breath, while aftershocks ripple through me. Still, the men eat their breakfast, not paying us any mind. Turning to Fiona, I gaze into her eyes, finding solidarity there.

Eventually, Vrokjan detaches the tubes and helps me sit up. His strong arms lift me in the air and carry me over to his chair where a soft pillow and a bowl wait for me. He eases me down and gives me a moment before letting me go.

Everything quivers as I kneel there on all fours. It’s not the same as yesterday, but I can feel that terrifying weakness threatening to creep back in. It slithers through my veins, making me shudder with every breath. Fear drips down into my gut like acid.

With soft, soothing praise, Vrokjan deposits some bits of green food into the bowl and sprinkles the powder on top of it, emptying my dime bag onto my meal. He pats my head and sits back down, ignoring me as he discusses the day’s objective.

Under the table, I watch as Fiona dips her head down and eats out of her bowl like an animal. Her fiery curtain of red hair keeps getting in the way, and I see the frustration in the tight lines of her body. She continues to brush it behind her ears before Antroli jumps into action.

As if he’s done this his entire life, he pulls Fiona back onto her shins and braids her hair, pulling it completely away from her face. He continues to talk as if not preoccupied with such a task. I’m so drawn into the scene before me, I jump when Vrokjan’s fingers brush the back of my neck.

“Are you needing assistance as well? I should have already braided you before we came downstairs.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to answer before his fingers rake through my hair, grazing my scalp as he gathers the strands together. His words never falter as he continues on about production and numbers. Like lightning, he fashions twin braids without so much as tugging or snagging on tangles.

My heart thumps as I feel the care he’s taking with me. Though this isn’t how I exactly wanted such intimacy, it makes me feel cared for, cherished somehow. Once he’s done, he pats my head and takes his seat.

Exhaustion beats at me as I stare at the food. My vision wavers as I sway back and forth. However, the moment my tongue touches some of the powder, my strength is renewed. Famished, I devour what’s in my bowl, not caring that I’m eating out of it like an animal.

It shores me up, giving me strength to continue to hunch down on all fours. Once the men are done, Vrokjan slides back into his chair and tugs on the leash. “Now then, I have to get ready for my day. You’ll be out in the field with the other cows. When it’s lunchtime, I’ll bring you back in for food and milking.”

He leads me over to the communal area and gathers my gloves and knee pads. We’re both silent as he readies me for the day. Anxiety eats at me, but I know I’ll have Fiona.

When he spreads my ass cheeks to check on the tail, I can’t help the soft moan vibrating through my throat. He chuckles as he tugs and pushes the plug at my opening. Again, I find no discomfort and only pleasure at his actions. Perhaps my body is finally getting used to everything.

His firm hands then rub a lotion on my skin, no doubt to help shield me from the suns. Even now, I feel their heat as they rise in the sky. Once I’m how he wants me, he takes me to a door and urges me out in the field.

The day stretches on in agonizing slowness. It’s a mind-numbing boredom that doesn’t even give me the luxury of overthinking. All I want to do is bask in the suns and be a cow.

Every now and then, the machine comes to life, stretching me out as it torments my clit. At this point, I lose count of how many times I’ve orgasmed today. Perhaps it’s for the best. It keeps me in this languid state where nothing and no one else matters.

Honestly, the only bit of excitement happens when I feel the need to go to the bathroom. This time, it’s not just to pee. Hobbling my way over to the door, I paw at it with my hoof. I have no concept of time, and I’m not sure when Vrokjan will be back to get me for lunch.

All I know is the pressure in my breasts has been building again, and now it’s to the point of discomfort. I moo at the door, not sure what else I can do. With my hands gloved as they are, I can’t turn the latch.

I wriggle in place as I wait for it to open. When Vrokjan steps out, I nearly sag in relief. I moo in earnest, doing my best to convey my discomfort. Gathering me in his arms, he takes me into the house.

“Are you okay?” The concern on his face is sweet.

“I– I have to go to the bathroom.”

He frowns for a moment. “There’s a patch of grass you can pee on and a water feature that will clean you. You don’t have to wait for me.”

My cheeks heat as I duck my head. “It’s not that one.”

“Ahh.” Taking the steps two at a time, he takes me into the bedroom and sets me on the bed.

He makes quick work of my tail and the orgasm machine before bringing me back into the bathroom. A soft whine claws at my throat as humiliation washes over me. Peeing was bad enough, but this?

This time, however, he presses his hand against the wall and a small cubical pops out. Thankfully, he allows me to do this part by myself. My hooves stay on, making me worried about how I’m going to clean up.

But once I’m finished, water sprays out, making me pristine. I sit there until it’s done, trusting it knows when I’m clean. When I walk back into the bedroom, another bowl of food waits for me at the bed.

Vrokjan hooks up the tubes to my breasts, draining me as I eat. Blessed relief runs through me as I bury my face in the bowl. While I eat, he inspects me before sliding in my tail and the machine once more.

I should be embarrassed, but I can’t even think as it whirs to life, forcing yet another orgasm out of me. Slumping over onto the bed, I allow it to take over, writhing as I cry out in pleasure.

He takes me back out to the field to rest with Fiona while he finishes up for the day. By the time he brings me back inside, I can barely crawl with how rubbery my legs feel. So many orgasms they blend into each other, creating a euphoric haze in my mind.

Normally, I’m the type to only get off maybe once a week. Double that if I’m extra horny. I wasn’t prepared for the constant bombardment of pleasure. I don’t mind it though. It keeps the pain and regret at bay.

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CHAPTER 20

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VROKJAN

Two Earth weeks later.

The suns rise, casting their golden light over the fields. The beauty and splendor never cease to amaze me. However, it pales in comparison to the magnificent cow sleeping by my side.

My lips ease up into a soft smile as I study her, my gaze drifting over her bountiful curves. Soon, I’ll be able to fuck her, to hold her in my arms as I pound into her pussy. She fits my body so well already. Having her this way will be the very pinnacle of perfection.

Her breath hitches as I run my fingers down the swell of her hip, but she doesn’t wake up. In fact, the soft snores continue to pour from her lips in earnest. I’ve never fully understood how Earthlings can sleep so deeply. I envy that about them.

Pushing myself away from the warm bed, I start my daily routine. I allow her to continue sleeping, knowing every minute is precious to her. Even though it’s been fourteen daily cycles, Jessica still struggles with the early start of the day.

If milking her wasn’t a factor, I might be persuaded to indulge her, allowing her to sleep the day away. That right there is a testament to just how deeply she’s already burrowed her way into my heart. With other cows, I didn’t care.

The moment they were supposed to rise, I forced them awake. With Jessica, it almost hurts to disturb her in this way. I find so many things enchanting about her. Each sigh, every little quiver of her body as I bring her to another orgasm, and the soft moans flitting from her lips endear me to her further, entwining us.

I know from the beginning I said I’d never let her go, but the more time we spend together, the more painful the idea of losing her becomes. It’s irrational. I know. One of the benefits of our serums is that it all but eradicates normal human sickness. Still though…

Something doesn’t feel right. I can’t put my finger on it. By all accounts, she seems healthy and content. She’s not happy. I know that for sure. Unfortunately, she doesn’t confide in me the reason she sighs as she looks out over the lush Ovibrosia fields.

There’s no explanation for the tears I find wetting her cheeks. I could pry, but then, I don’t want to know the answer. If she’s unhappy being here with me, it would crush me. Doubly so, because I’m a selfish bastard who won’t let her leave despite the pain I might be causing her.

I’ve been the good Icorian for several cycles now, giving up my pet at the end of the year. It’s hurt every fucking time, but I’ve made myself content with each new auction. This time, however, the very idea of sending Jessica home causes my lungs to seize.

Walking into the bathroom, I step into the modular shower and clean off, making record time. I have far more important things planned today than taking my time with morning preparations. Once I ensure everything is set and ready to go, I wake my pet.

She moans in her sleep as I roll her over and gaze down at her engorged breasts. They’re so large and swollen, no doubt painful. I give one a gentle squeeze and watch the pain flit across her face.

Spreading her thighs, I remove the machine that stretches her out and study the diameter. It will be a stretch, but she should be able to accommodate me without injury. Normally, I give my pets about a week before using my cock to train them further.

With Jessica, it’s different. I want her to enjoy our first time together. I want her to crave my cock instead of being afraid of it. Stretching her arms out, I latch them to the headboard, chuckling as she remains fast asleep.

Most days, it takes an act of the Celestials to get her to stir, and today seems no different. Bending low, I lap at her nipple, sighing as I engulf the taut peak into my mouth. Her milk is so sweet and decadent.

It’s an addiction I cannot break myself from. Sucking deep, I draw more into my mouth and swallow before going to the other nipple. I only take enough to relieve some of the pressure, buying us time to have some fun before I take her downstairs to milk her for breakfast.

Spreading her thighs, I continue to lap at her, drinking far more than I normally do. She moans and tosses her head back and forth as if caught in some erotic dream. Curving my lips against her ample breast, I slide my fingers inside.

She’s definitely far more able to accommodate me. With four thick digits, I thrust in and out, pleasuring her as she sleeps. With a little more stretching, I might actually be able to drive my fist into her.

My cock bobs at that thought. I’ve never had such desires before. Spreading her hips even wider, I reach around to grab some lubricant. I coat my hand and drip some onto her lower lips.

In and out, I pump my fingers, keeping her in that lulled haze between sleeping and wakefulness. It’s far easier to do this while she’s relaxed. Part of me knows she'll freak out if she has even an inkling about what I plan to do.

I try to tell myself it’s to help accommodate my massive girth, but it’s a lie. There’s a perverse need to push her to see just how much her human body can take before it breaks. Watching her chest rise and fall, I time my thrusts to her breathing.

Her pussy clenches around me, rippling almost as I squeeze my way in. It drives me insane, nearly feral with the need to impale her on me. Arousal trickles out, mixing with the lubricant, further easing my passage. Her pale pink lips turn a dusky red as I play with her, showing me further proof of her arousal.

With both hands, I slide in two fingers from each and pull in opposition against her muscles, stretching them further. Once they relax, I let go and pull again until she’s gaping.

Pulling out, I curl my thumb under my fingers, flattening them all together as I rest them at her opening. Her eyes remain closed, her eyelids fluttering as she rocks her head back. It’s as if she’s locked in a dream, one of my own creation. I grit my teeth, my balls drawing up so tightly it’s painful. It’s agony forcing myself to be this slow.

But if she can take my fist, she can certainly take my cock. With the other hand, I slide up and down the shaft, groaning as I sink my hand into her pussy. Her inner walls flutter against my hand as they stretch wide.

It’s as if her body is unsure whether it wants me to invade her or not. Despite that, she’s so fucking wet for me, practically soaking. Inch by inch, I ease in, groaning as her pussy swallows me up until my thumb makes it past her outer ring.

Once I’m clear of her pubic bone, I let out a breath and curl my fingers into a fist. Her body tenses as her brows draw tight. I feel her inner walls clench around me, as if her body is unsure it can handle what I’m doing to her.

With soft, soothing tones, I whisper nonsensical words to her, calming her as I hold my fist still inside her body. Moment by moment she relaxes, lying limply on the bed once more. I twist my hand a bit, just to test out my new boundaries.

It’s a tight stretch, but it fits. Fuck, but my fist fits as if my hand was made to be here deep inside her body.

I rock back and forth, my quick micro-thrusts jostling her body, making it quiver beneath me. With each stroke, I hit her G-spot with my knuckles, drawing a soft, thready moan from her lips. Her body is perfection as it envelops me, holding me snugly as I torment her. Softening my fist, I keep the first few knuckles curled as I increase my speed, surging in and out of her pussy.

Slick noises fill the air as her arousal continues to drip from her. Jessica moans, her body shuddering as I pump in and out. Soon, in her sleep, she arches up toward me, meeting my strokes. It’s intoxicating watching me disappear into her body, but soon, it’s not enough.

I have to fuck her. The need to claim her in this way beats at my brain like some snarling, feral animal. Easing my hand out of her warm pussy, I grip the base of my cock and line the tip up with her entrance.

Now, the only decision I have to make is if I want her to be awake or not. Groaning, I sink into her, unable to wait any longer. Shivers race up and down my spine as she clenches around me. There’s still a slight stretch, a slight hint of resistance as I force my way into her body.

Once I’m fully seated, I wrap Jessica’s legs around my hips. They splay out on either side as her eyelashes flutter. Will she wake up? Or does she still think this is a dream? Leaning over, I capture her nipple in my mouth once more and suck deep, my shaft pulsing as lust pours over me.

I don’t give a fuck if my Ranch Hands have less to coat their breakfast with. Jessica is mine. Her milk is mine. Her body is fucking mine. My fingers claw over her skin as I pound into her.

Soft wails meet my ears, but I’m far too gone to care. Her pussy clenches around me with each stroke, fluttering as she bows up under me. Wide emerald eyes gaze up at me as her mouth drops into an O.

No words come out, only cries of pleasure as I ride her. Her body is taut, tense as I grip her hips, slamming into her with each hard thrust. The noises pouring from her lips are loud, animalistic, and passionate.

She writhes beneath me, her body twisting and turning as she frantically meets my thrusts stroke for stroke. There’s a hunger in her eyes, a need I cannot ignore. It’s hot and desperate with just a tinge of fear.

It’s clear she wants me. She’s just too afraid to accept it. Sliding my hands up from her hips, I curl my fingers around her throat. I have no clue what’s come over me at this moment.

Normally, I’m not that much of a rough male. I do enjoy the depravity of what we do, but my actions are far more on the gentle side than others. But with Jessica… she just brings something out of me that’s hard to control.

I want to bend her to my will, to break her open and pour her out all over my cock. I want her so fucking delirious she won’t have time to be sad or miss Earth. Most of all, I want her just as desperate for me as I am for her.

Squeezing just a touch, I watch as her eyes roll back into her skull. A soft smile curves her lips, making my brain fuzz for a moment. She likes this. Dear Celestials, she fucking likes this.

I’ve been holding back, and for what? Tightening even more, I watch her chest, noting the slight struggle as she fights for air. Her arms twist about as she bucks against me.

Despite any potential fear, her pussy continues to spasm around me, dripping arousal down my shaft to coat my balls. When I release her, she takes in a large gulp and stares at me, her eyes large and unreadable.

“Please,” she begs softly. “Again.”

Those words are music to my ears. Squeezing again, I continue to impale her as her pulse pounds under my fingertips. Again, her eyes flutter, closing as she drifts into that liminal space between waking and consciousness.

I don’t let her tip, however. The moment it looks as if she will pass out, I loosen my grip, allowing her to draw in a breath of air. Her thighs quiver around my hips as she wraps them around me, anchoring herself as I continue to torment her.

Over and over, we play this game until my vision hazes over. Dropping my hand from around her neck, I grab her ample hips and drive forward, pounding into her with wild abandon. Her soft curves cushion the smack of my body against hers, sending pleasure rippling down my spine.

I’m so close. So fucking close. The stiff shafts of skin around my base tingle as they brush against her clit, heightening my pleasure. They move and quiver, rubbing against her clit with each stroke.

She grinds against me, as if seeking more stimulation, and so I grab the back of her hips and shove forward, increasing the contact. I shouldn’t care about her pleasure, not when my balls are about to empty into her pussy. But I so desperately want to see the ecstasy etched on her face as she comes apart on my dick.

Her soft wails penetrate my skull, making my head pound as the need to come beats at my brain. Pleasure zips up my shaft as her inner walls ripple around me, clenching tight around the bulges. Even though she’s been stretched out by my fist, she’s still so impossibly tight around me.

The shafts of skin continue to grind against her clit, quivering even faster as I surge into her, my hips pistoning back and forth with each furious stroke. The orgasm explodes through her body, making her go taut and rigid. With a loud cry, her pussy clamps down around me, making my thrusts falter with how tight she grips me.

My balls draw up, sending tingles up my shaft. So. Fucking. Close. With a loud roar, I slam into her, my cum coating her insides as it shoots out of me. Shivers rack my body as I grip her, holding her still.

Spasms race through my cock, making it jerk inside her. With each jolt, Jessica cries out again as her pussy quakes around me. Though the shafts of skin no longer move, each tremble of her body has her continually stimulating herself until soft whines pour from her throat.

From this position, her breasts are pushed up high, nearly suffocating her as she tries to drag in air. I ease her hips down, lengthening her body. It gives her, at least, a little more room.

Dropping my forehead against hers, we both breathe in and out, the raspy, haggard sound filling the room. I undo her restraints and gather her into my arms. I can’t pull out of her. Not yet.

Her pussy clenches around me so tightly I’m worried I’ll injure her if I force myself to disengage. She feels so perfect curled around me, that I don’t mind the forced closeness. Besides, I’ve gotten the distinct impression she finds it distressing when I just pull away.

I’m not sure how men on Earth handle post-sex interactions, but men on my planet don’t typically indulge in just lying around. There’s always some work to be done or something to attend to. However, the more I’m with Jessica, the more I find myself craving this closeness.

Unfortunately, there are still things that have to be done. As much as I want to lie in bed all day, she needs to be fed and properly milked. I can’t let my desire for intimacy end with her becoming unwell.

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