Текст книги "Milked for the Holidays"

Автор книги: Vivian Murdoch

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CHAPTER 21

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JESSICA

The moment Vrokjan pulls out of me, I know something is wrong. Unfortunately, I have no words for what it might be. My body is sore, achy as he disengages.

Perhaps that’s to be expected, though? This is the first time he’s actually had sex with me, and the pounding was quite intense. Lazy days out in the field certainly didn’t prepare me for such a workout.

Shaking my head, I yell at my brain, telling it to shut up and let me enjoy what had just happened. Not only did I have an explosive orgasm, Vrokjan held me afterward, without any prompting. My heart swells as I watch him walk to the bathroom so he can clean up.

Frissons of arousal zip through my body as I lie there, his cum dripping from me. Part of me figured sex with him would be hot and explosive, but I wasn’t prepared for the sheet-gripping, leg-shaking, full-body experience he put me through.

Unfortunately, no one on Earth was ever able to make me come like that. And if I go back, no one will be able to compare. How do the other cows do it? How do they just choose to go back when all their needs are met here?

With a sigh, I turn over onto my side and stare out the large window. The suns climb into the sky, casting their golden rays onto the beautiful Ovibrosia quivering in the breeze. It’s only been two weeks, and already I feel as if this could be my home.

Besides, what else do I have left? A shaft of guilt spears me, gutting me as I force myself to remember what I left behind. I had a thriving career, an ancestral home I had to figure out what to do with, but more than that, my independence.

I could do what I wanted when I wanted. Even now, as I watch Vrokjan stride back into the room, I know it’s because he’s going to take me to the bathroom. On Earth, I had privacy, autonomy, and for God’s sake, I could eat meat.

Silly how such a small thing means so much now. I’ll never taste lasagna again, never be able to recreate my mother’s recipes. Grass and Ovibrosia are my foreseeable future.

My gut clenches as Vrokjan attaches the leash to my collar. It’s Pavlovian at this point. The moment I hear the snap of metal against metal, my bladder gets an intense need to empty itself.

Following behind, I lower myself onto the grass pad. It’s still embarrassing, especially seeing how Vrokjan reacts to watching me, but the humiliation has lessened as the days have gone by.

We’ve found a rhythm here, depraved as it is. As I hunch down, bracing for the warm spray, my eyes spark with unshed tears. Most of the time, I can keep the depression at bay, but for some reason, it’s far more difficult today.

My legs burn and quiver as I wait for him to finish, nearly collapsing as the weakness encroaches. This time, I can’t even manage to stand. Instead, I crawl on all fours back into the bedroom, groaning as I struggle to get back into the bed.

Vrokjan gazes down at me, a frown marring his face. “I rode you hard today, pretty cow. Perhaps I should let you stay in bed instead of taking you to the pasture. You’ve certainly earned a rest.”

Rest. That’s what I need. Just some more sleep. If I can just close my eyes, everything will feel better. I know it. He pats my head and drifts away as my body feels like lead on the bed.

Soon, he brings the tubes over and drains the rest of my milk, allowing me to catch my first full breath of the day. It’s amazing how having massive, milk-filled breasts affects so much.

He draws the blanket over me, not bothering to put the tail back in. I guess today really will be a day of rest for me. As the sounds of his footsteps fade away, my mind drifts onto topics I really shouldn’t be thinking about.

My mom’s face drifts in and out, hazy but familiar. It’s like a warm hug cocooning me. Tears fall, scalding my face as I burrow into the pillow. Despite it being months since she passed, I never really mourned her. Why now? Why when I should be basking in the afterglow of an amazing orgasm?

Exhausted, I drift off into a fitful sleep. Heat engulfs my body as nightmares drill into my brain. Everything hurts. Everything aches. Everything is just too damn much.

I wish so desperately to be a cow again. I don’t want to think or feel. I want to just be. The alternative hurts too much. I don’t care if it means giving up my identity. It takes away the pain and gives me something else to focus on.

Besides, if I want to keep lying to myself, I can tell my brain that giving Vrokjan my milk means providing this farm with a means to support itself. I’m useful, even if it’s not the way I used to define it. More than that, by staying on Icora, that’s one less woman to endure the transformation.

Vrokjan will no longer need to find a pet, a woman whose soul will be consumed by the fire of his passion. Groaning, I twist and turn as the ramifications pelt me from all angles. I’m taking the easy way out, but right now, I just don’t care.

Forcing my eyes open, I glance over at the small table beside the bed and see my breakfast and a large container of water. I know my Rancher wants me to eat something, but I just can’t bring myself to do it.

The very idea of putting food in my stomach causes bile to rise in my throat, nearly choking me. Maybe if I can rest, I’ll have some later. But for now, all I want to do is drift into oblivion where nothing can hurt me. Even myself.

Pain lances through my body, forcing my eyes to part. My vision is blurred, hazy, but the brightness of the sun lets me know it’s near time for my milking. Vrokjan should be here soon to relieve me.

Reaching around, I cup my breasts, moaning as the discomfort grows. I’m so tight, so swollen. My nipples are hardened peaks of agony as I squeeze them, hoping to find some modicum of relief.

Milk spurts out, soaking the sheet beneath me, but it doesn’t help. The more I try to milk myself, the more my sobs ring out into the room. My skin is hot, on fire, as I try to squeeze my breasts themselves to get the milk out.

If I can just take the edge off, I’ll be okay until Vrokjan gets back. Whimpers claw at my throat as I look out the window, desperate for a glimpse of his muscular body coming out from the fields. But he never does.

Frantic, I move to sit up, to see if someone downstairs can either help or tell me where my Master is. The instant I move, dizziness forces me back down to the bed. I clutch my stomach as nausea rolls through me.

I’m sick. There’s no doubt about it. My hand trembles as I bring it up to my face to feel my blazing cheeks. My joints ache as my muscles clench and jerk. Tears roll down my cheeks in earnest as misery twists and contorts my body.

Desperate, I moo as loud as I can, but it’s a soft sound that barely makes it past my lips. I keep trying, but it makes no difference. Curling in on myself, I force my eyes to close.

Perhaps if I just lie still, I’ll be okay? Visions flash before my eyes as I rock back and forth, the pain nearly unbearable. The blue tones of Vrokjan’s skin interpose themselves on men I’ve worked with in the law firm, turning them grotesque.

Human men just don’t look as good with that color. No one else will ever look as good to me as him. Where is he? Why isn’t he here? Squeezing my eyes, I force myself to lie still and wait.

The only movement is the shaking of my limbs as I twitch about. I can’t get them to stop. Nothing is helping. Nothing is working.

“Jessica.” A soft voice permeates the fog in my brain.

“Please,” I croak, turning my head toward the sound.

It’s so familiar. I should know it. The soft, feminine voice calls to me. But I can’t see her.

“Sweetie,” it calls out again. “You’ll be late for school. Hurry up or I’ll splash you with water.”

School? Water? My mother swims into view, her soft, exasperated smile cutting through the pain. Is this all a dream? A nightmare?

“I have your favorite waiting for you. Eggs and bacon.”

God, bacon. What I would do for a bite right now. But even at that thought, my stomach churns.

“No, ma’am,” she responds, as if I answered her back. “You are not eating that chocolate and bread. That’s not a healthy meal.”

My lips twitch into a smile as the age-old argument between us picks up once more. The table stretches before me, impossibly long. As I take my fork to stab my meat, the plate drifts just out of reach.

Off to the side, my mom laughs as if this is all just one big joke. The happy sound fills my brain, easing the lingering pain in my body. She wraps her arms around me, squeezing me so tightly I’m afraid I might burst.

But I don’t care. I’m back with my mom. I don’t dare tell her I dreamt of her death and funeral. She wouldn’t find that funny at all. And so, I soak in her love, taking it deep into my soul.

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CHAPTER 22

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VROKJAN

I squint up at the sun, my anger rising to the point where I might snap if Jakroon says one more fucking thing. It’s far past time for me to milk Jessica, and his idiotic negotiations are keeping me from checking in on her.

With a huff, I cross my arms and glare at him. “I fail to see how this is an emergency issue. You’ve called me away from my work to squabble over a property line?”

“Forgive me for wasting your time. Just thought you wanted to know there was a discrepancy. Any cows found within this area will be on my property. As such, I will assume they belong to me.” His eyes glitter as some diabolical scheme cooks in his head.

“You touch even one of my cows, and I’ll bring you before the government.”

He shrugs, his expression unaffected. “I have proof of ownership. If you choose to ignore it, that’s not my fault.”

Growling, I turn my back on him, refusing to give into his bullying tactics. “The property overseer will get in contact with you,” I call over my shoulder as I head back to the modified truck. “Until then, all my cows will be safely kept in the barn.”

I refuse to wait for a reply. Pulling out my communicator, I look at the time and swear under my breath. Two fucking hours he kept me away from her. Thankfully, the trip isn’t far.

She’ll be uncomfortable, but no cow has ever been injured by going a few hours without milking. Besides, I more than plan to make it up to her. My cock surges as I pull into the barn.

Already I can’t wait to fuck my pet again. Calling out to the Ranch Hands, I give them a rundown of Jakroon’s claims and instruct them to keep a close eye on the herd. A stupid grin tilts my lips as I take the steps two at a time.

When I open the door, however, my heart surges up to my throat. Jessica lies there on the bed, a small pitiful lump. Is she still sleeping? That’s not possible. I walk over to her side of the bed, uneasiness churning my gut as I take in her untouched food and water.

A sour smell permeates the air as I get closer. Milk stains the sheets, but that’s not what causes me concern. Her face is a bright red and emanates massive heat.

She carries on a conversation, the words soft and slurred. Panic beats at my chest as I gather her into my arms and rock back and forth.

“Jessica,” I cry out, shaking her ever so gently.

“No need to shout, Mom. I’m awake,” she murmurs.

Something’s wrong. Laying her back on the bed, I watch as her body quakes. Chills wrack her body, forcing her muscles to contract and jolt. Fuck! What’s happening to her? How is she sick?

I pull out my communicator and contact my brother, my heart pounding in my chest as it takes an eternity for him to answer. When he does, his bored expression pisses me off to no end.

“I need you here. Now.”

“What seems to be the problem? Can’t you handle it?”

“No, asshole. I can’t handle it. I wouldn’t be calling you if I could. Something’s wrong with Jessica.”

He frowns and leans forward, his face filling the screen. “Is the protein not working? Give her a double dose and see what that does.”

“She’s burning up, talking to someone who’s not here, and her body won’t stop shaking.”

For the first time, I watch my brother’s face pale. It scares me more than anything else.

“Get her into a cool bath. When was the last time she was milked?”

“This morning. Fucking Jakroon kept me away with his normal bullshit.”

“Get her into the tub and drain her. I’m on my way.”

Throwing the communicator on the bed, I hoist Jessica up in my arms. Her skin is blazing hot as I carry her into the bathroom. I lay her down on the cool tile as I adjust the temperature of the water.

My movements are frantic, hurried as I go back into the bedroom to grab the tubes. I only bring collection containers, not caring if the milk spoils while I tend to her. Jessica is far more important than the milk she gives me.

I hook up the tubes and hold my breath, waiting as her milk flows out of her. The tight lines around her face ease a bit as the pressure lessens. Soft groans reach my ears as she shakes her head back and forth.

“I don’t want to go to school,” she murmurs. “Can’t I just take the day off? It’s not like you never skipped a day of work.”

She must be talking to her mother again. Worry eats at me as I lower both of us into the tub. The cool water makes my teeth chatter as I hold Jessica tight against my chest.

It’s worse for her, though. The moment the water covers her body, the shivers become far more pronounced. She bucks against me, fighting against the cold. I hold on, smothering her in my grip.

Rocking back and forth, I look up at the ceiling, praying to the Celestials that she’ll be okay. Nagán will help her. He has to. I burrow my head into her neck as I listen to the nearly incoherent babbling.

Sorrow and anguish pour from her as she converses with the woman who gave her life. Her words become frantic, slurred almost, as desperation laces her tone. This woman means the world to her. It’s evident by the almost reverent way Jessica speaks.

Nagán bursts through the door, his face pinched. Worry radiates from him, making his movements jerky and rushed. Reaching under her arms, he lifts her from me and carries her into the bedroom.

The tubes drag along the floor, tangling up. The bags containing her milk strain against the pressure of being tugged on until they finally burst, spilling the precious liquid all over the tiles.

It means nothing to me. I realize as I watch it disappear, sucked in by the responsive tiles, that nothing is more precious to me than her. I stride into the room and take off my suit, ignoring my brother’s glare.

I need to be skin-to-skin with her, to feel her against me as Nagán looks her over. Climbing into the bed, I pull her into my arms. Almost instinctively, she turns into me, nuzzling my chest. We rock back and forth as he removes the suction from her nipples.

Drops of milk dot the irritated skin, but he wipes it away as he examines her. He and I remain silent as Jessica continues to ask for her mother. It tears at my heart. I would give her the world, but I can’t give her that.

The only way her mother would be allowed on this planet is to be a cow. Jessica wouldn’t want that. Besides, older women don’t do as well. It would be a misery for both of them.

Time crawls by as Nagán draws vial after vial of blood. His face scrunches into a frown as he studies readouts I have no hope of understanding. The only good thing is the concoction he gives her lowers the heat in her body.

She’s still warm, but it no longer feels like a furnace drifting off of her skin. As her temperature lowers, so do the slurred words until she’s resting in my arms. I hold her close, looking at my brother for answers.

“I’m sorry,” he finally breathes out.

My entire existence stops at those two little words.

“What?” My voice is hoarse, raspy as my breathing quickens. “No. Please. You have to save her. Please. Anything. Name it. I’ll do it.”

“It’s not possible. She’s allergic to our serum. Something in it is causing this reaction. It’s what made her breasts grow impossibly large and what’s draining her, keeping her from healing.”

“Do something,” I scream, only quieting when Jessica jolts in my arms. “She cannot die. I won’t allow it.”

“Such dramatics,” he murmurs. “She’s not going to die. That is, if I reverse the serum. It’s what will save her.”

“I…” I trail off as the ramifications of what he says fully permeate my brain. “You mean to turn her back to fully human? Like when we take them back to Earth.”

“That’s exactly what I mean.” There’s a glint of sadness in my brother’s eyes, an emotion I never thought him capable of.

Holding Jessica close, I rock her back and forth. The only way to save her is to let her go. Humans are not allowed on Icora unless they are a cow. It’s a law no one can circumvent.

Sure, I could hide her away, but for how long? With Icorians like Jakroon and Ratainio looking to make trouble wherever they can, it would only be a matter of time before I was brought before the council. However, I would suffer anything, any punishment, if it meant keeping her by my side.

But it wouldn’t be fair to her. She clearly wants to go home and be with her family. Keeping her here would be the most selfish thing I can do.

I want to be selfish. I want to chain her to my side. As much as I can summon the emotion, I love her.

It’s because of that love, I have to do the most painful thing. I have to let her go. It tears me apart, ripping me from the inside out. My soul drips from my chest and splatters against the one person who will always own my heart.

Jessica.

I want to howl to the skies, to curse the Celestials for their cruelty. Clutching her close, I nod to my brother. The needle hovers over her skin, barely pricking it. I want to look away as he takes her from me, but I can’t. I refuse to show any weakness.

The transformation is gradual. First, her breasts begin to shrink, going back to the size they were when she first was taken on board the ship. Everything else follows until she’s human. Completely, irrevocably human. So weak, so fragile.

Nodding, Nagán pats my leg and leaves the room, giving us some time together. She remains asleep in my arms. Only now there’s not even a trace of discomfort on her face.

She’s serene, calm, beautiful. Running my lips over her hair, I murmur my affections. She can’t hear them, anyway. And once she’s back on the ship headed to Earth, they’ll take out the translator.

There’s no need for it. She’ll be branded in the system, never to be taken again. No doubt she’ll thrive once she’s back home, away from the constant demands I place on her body.

It will all be as if it were a dream. She’s only been here for fourteen cycles, only a handful of days on Earth. Not much should be amiss. I wish I could join her there, but there’s no place for me.

No amount of transformation will ever let me fit in on Earth. For her, I would endure it, but it’s just not possible. Cradling her in my arms, I allow a few tears to fall.

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CHAPTER 23

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JESSICA

My eyes feel like lead as I try to pry them open. Warmth surrounds me, but it’s not the stifling heat from earlier. Vrokjan must have come home and taken care of me. Relief races down my spine as I take in a deep breath, unencumbered by milk-laden tits.

But there’s something different. I can’t quite put my finger on it. Stretching out my arms, my fingers brush against a solid wall of muscle. My pussy spasms as a smile curves my lips.

It’s enough to drive the lingering nightmares from my mind, making me forget them as if they hadn’t happened. Turning, I look up into Vrokjan’s face and note the tears staining his cheeks. Fear beats at my heart as I lean back.

“What’s wrong?”

He shakes his head and brings me back into the shelter of his arms, unwilling to speak. Something fundamental has shifted between us. I sink into his warmth and curl my arms around his, holding onto him as tightly as he holds me. When Nagán walks into the room, however, Vrokjan stiffens, his grip almost painful.

“A ship can be ready to take her within the hour. We have to get her prepared for the journey.”

I whip my head around, pinning my Master with a hurt stare. “You want me to leave? I– What did I do wrong?” Panic beats at my chest as desperation claws at my insides. “I don’t want to go. Please. Tell me what to do. Am I not mooing enough? Please. Master Rancher. Don’t make me go.”

Vrokjan jerks as if I had physically slapped him. His eyes shine with a fresh sheen of unshed tears. Nagán comes up behind us, his hand resting on my shoulder. I want to shove it off, to scream at him to never touch me, but I don’t want to make matters worse.

“Only cows are allowed on Icora. You’re no longer a cow.”

I drop my gaze down to my breasts, noting how much smaller they are. Even when fully milked, they were still much larger than this. I grip them, seeking out that discomfort that tells me I have milk, but it’s not there.

Even my nipples are back to being their dull selves. Tears spring to my eyes as I throw myself at Vrokjan. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tight.

“I’m sorry,” I sob. “Please don’t punish me like this.”

“My sweet, pretty little cow. This is not punishment. Well, not for you. For me, this is the worst agony I could ever face.”

I pull away from him and stare into his eyes, pleading. “Then reverse it. You don’t have to do this.”

“But I do. The serum was making you sick. I– I can’t watch you die. I can’t.”

I turn to Nagán, a desperate hope fluttering in my chest. “You can fix this. Right?”

“Only cows are allowed on Icora. I cannot allow you to stay without the serum.”

“But-.”

“No buts, little human. You have to come with me.”

Vrokjan’s hands clench by his side, as if it’s taking all his willpower not to drag me away. This isn’t right. This isn’t fair.

“So that’s it? You’re not going to fight this?”

The look he gives me steals my breath. Anger and sadness swirl in the dark depths of his eyes. “I would do anything to keep you here. But it’s the law.”

“So it’s about my milk then.” Despondency drips through my veins as I realize I’ll be forced to go back and face the aftermath that is my life.

“Fuck your milk,” he roars, leaping out of the bed to pace. “I don’t want you here just to make money off of your body. I want you because I crave you. I love you.”

Behind me, Nagán gasps. “Brother. You can’t be serious.”

My Master cuts him off with a wave of his hand. “You belong on Earth. It’s because I love you I’m letting you go.”

This is insanity. His words buzz in my ears, and I wish I couldn’t understand them. “But I want to stay. Please. There’s nothing for me there. I don’t want to go back to Earth.”

“But your mother-”

“Is dead,” I interrupt. “I will always mourn her, but she’s no longer there for me. And if she were alive, she’d be angry if I threw away any chance of happiness for her.”

Sobs catch in my throat as the reality slams into me. She’d be furious if she knew I came back to Earth for her. Shaking my head, I rest my palm against his chest.

“Give me the serum again. If I have to lick the protein powder every hour like a crackhead needing a fix, I’ll do it. They’re the right size for a dime bag, anyway.” The look of confusion on his face would be hilarious if the situation wasn’t so serious. “There has to be a way.”

We both turn and look at Nagán. Right now, he’s the one standing in the way of our happiness. With a thoughtful frown, he pulls up a screen and runs his fingers across the slick surface.

“The main thing the serum does is make your breasts produce milk at a rate able to keep up with the demands of our business. It seems like the part you’re allergic to is that portion of it. The part keeping you healthy and able to thrive on our planet has no issue. I could alter the serum and add in the hormones needed for you to produce milk, but it won’t be in quantities nearly enough to add to our production line.”

“Do it,” we both say in unison.

“I don’t care if she’s not part of our herd,” Vrokjan rumbles behind me. “She will be my personal milkmaid.” The smile he gives me makes my heart flutter in my chest. “I cannot replace your mother. But I promise to give you all the love I’m capable of possessing. All I ask is you stay by my side until the Celestials force us to join the stars.”

I gaze into his eyes as the enormity of what he’s asking swims through my brain. I’ve never been married before, but this is the closest I think I’ll ever come. Lowering my head, I smile.

“I do.”

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