Текст книги "Milked for the Holidays"

Автор книги: Vivian Murdoch

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EPILOGUE

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JESSICA

Heat infuses my body as I lie out on the grass next to Fiona. Neither of us says anything as we watch the clouds drift by. The silence is comforting, like a warm hug.

With a happy sigh, I tuck my hooves behind my head and make shapes out of the fluffy lavender patches that waft through the sky. “That one’s a dinosaur,” I call out, motioning to the large shape.

She screws up her face as she tilts her head, laughing when she’s unable to see it. “That’s a tall coffee drink. Complete with whipped topping and chocolate shavings.”

A bark of laughter rumbles from my throat. “Is that what you really see? Or is that wishful thinking?”

“God, what I would give for a coffee shop around here.”

“Same, bestie,” I sigh. “Same.”

“Oh?” Master Vrokjan grumbles as he walks up to us, Master Antroli in tow. “This from the cow saying there’s nothing for her back on Earth?”

A slight flush creeps up my face as he looms over me. “Moo?”

“Nice try, little cow. Up on all fours.”

I do as he says, my heart quickening as he tugs at the zipper on his suit. Next to him, Master Antroli does the same, revealing his cock. I look away, not wanting to watch as he drags Fiona over to him.

“Seems as if we need to remind our cows of their place,” my Rancher groans as he palms his cock.

They maneuver Fiona and me until we’re facing each other. Arousal slithers through my veins as I watch the pleasure wash over her face. They tip us forward, drawing our asses up and pressing our faces into the cool earth.

I can’t help the soft moo that drifts from my lips as he pulls my tail up to lie across my back. It tugs on the plug, sending pleasure sparking along my nerve endings. With lazy circles, he lets his finger trail over the brand on my hip.

The possessive gesture sends a thrill racing through me, making my insides clench with need. Master Vrokjan’s thick head prods at my entrance, but I know I’m wet enough to accommodate his girth. The first bulge is always the most difficult, causing my core to spasm and clench to avoid the intrusion.

He pushes past, giving me that bite of pain I crave. In the secrecy of our bedroom, he’s rough with me, seeing just how close he can take me to the edge before I shatter. But in front of others, he’s gentle… Too gentle at times.

A wicked grin curves my lips as I fight the urge to lash out, earning a firmer hand. I never wish to make him look foolish in front of his men. Or worse, do anything to cause them to kick me off of Icora.

As if he senses my dilemma, his fingers curl into me, digging into the brand until that slight bit of pain forces my brain to fuzz. I sink further into the ground, sighing as he pounds into me. All thoughts escape me as he claims me, owning me with his strong, powerful strokes.

Fiona’s soft moos blend with mine as they rut into us, fucking us in the field in wild abandon. My core clenches as his cock slides back and forth, his thick bulges hitting just the right spots. It’s enough to make my eyes roll back as bliss fills me from head to toe.

Through his training, I’ve been able to work on coming from internal stimulation only, but it doesn’t hurt that the bit of skin he has at his base caresses me like fingers, satisfying me as well as any vibrator. As he tips me over just a bit more, I feel the orgasm hovering. He’s close, and knowing it’s my pussy that’s getting him there, drives the sensations even more until I’m completely overwhelmed.

My hooves scrape across the ground as my orgasm surges through me, forcing my body taut. I scream out my release as everything shatters inside me, breaking me open until I spill out all over his cock.

Pulling out, he grabs my hips and turns me over, drawing me up so I can ride him. From this angle, his bulge feels impossibly huge, stretching me out in a way that has desperate moos fleeing from my lips. A soft whine claws at my throat as he lowers me down, forcing me to stretch around him.

“You can take it for me, can’t you, my pretty little cow,” he barks out through gritted teeth. “Let me see how pretty you come over this thick cock.”

I tip my head back, wailing as my inner walls flutter about him, and clench as he seats me fully. The shafts of skin brush over my clit, stimulating me until I can’t take it any more. It triggers another orgasm tearing through me, stealing my breath. My pussy aches as it clamps down around him.

Master Vrokjan groans, Icorian curses dripping from his lips. He sits up, easing my legs around him until my heels rest against the ground. We rock back and forth in a slow, maddening rhythm.

When his mouth latches onto my nipple, it sends a shudder through me. Need beats at my brain as he drinks from me. It’s not nearly as much as it had been, but it’s enough for him. He groans at the decadent taste as he juts his hips up into me.

“One more time, love,” he whispers against my breast as wraps his arms around me, holding me so intimately close.

The moment the stiff skin quivers against my clit, I shatter again. I rock against him, grinding on his massive cock as the explosive release sends chills down my spine. Master Vrokjan swells inside me, robbing my breath as his girth drives me toward that pinnacle where pain and pleasure collide.

Hot cum bathes my insides, triggering spasms rippling up and down my inner walls. His filthy groan washes over my skin as his cock jerks inside me. Behind us, Master Antroli also gives out a bellowing roar before Fiona’s lighter cries join him.

All four of us lay there in the dirt, panting as we catch our breaths. Before he pulls out of me, Master Vrokjan gives my thigh a squeeze. I know he can’t stay with me, but this little bit of connection makes my heart sing.

His lips brush over mine as he pulls away, leaving me a quivering puddle of bliss at his feet. As the men walk away, Fiona and I look over at each other, a laugh bubbling out from our chests.

“Forget coffee drinks,” I wheeze. “I’ll take a shot of that any day.”

“Amen, sister,” she agrees, plopping down beside me. “Amen.”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Vivian is a sassy romance writer that likes to brat just as much as she writes. As a fly-by-the-seat-of-her-pants author, she's usually working furiously into the night when her creative juices hit her the hardest. Her books like to take you to the dark side and force you to dip your toes in, but don't drown you. She loves writing alphaholes, anti-heroes, and heroes you just love to hate. She likes to try out everything she's putting her heroines through, so the phrase “for science” is used in her house a lot! When she's not writing, you can probably find her playing Animal Crossing or tormenting her cats and Husdom.