Текст книги "Milked for the Holidays"

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CHAPTER 15

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JESSICA

My limbs quiver as I walk after my Rancher. Right now, the only thing I can think about is settling down in the soft hay in the back of the vehicle. Next to me, Fiona rubs her shoulder against mine, drawing my attention.

She gives me a soft smile and tilts her head, as if to ask if I’m okay. Pressing my lips into a thin line, I do my best to be reassuring, even though it feels as if I’m going to collapse at any moment. I just have to make it a few more steps and I’ll be at the ramp.

Stepping to the side, I let her go up first. That way, I’m not holding her up as I face the incline. She trots up and settles down into the pile of hay and waits for me. My stomach churns as I eye the ramp.

I don’t know if I can do this. One shaky arm in front of the other, I kneel at the base of the incline. As much as I don’t want to admit I need help, I can’t seem to move anymore.

Tears prick my eyes as I turn to look over my shoulder, noting Vrokjan’s expression. He seems just as concerned as I am. There’s that, at least. Despite the humiliation, I let out a soft moo.

It’s a plaintive wail, a soul-piercing sound that seems to hit him right in the heart. Without saying a word, he bends down and scoops me into his arms. Despite wanting to stay callous toward him and not allow him any leeway into my heart, I can’t help but snuggle deep into the strong shelter of his arms. He feels so warm, so safe.

He hugs me close for a moment, shoring me up. Maybe all I needed was some contact, something to remind me I’m not completely alone in this hellish, alien land. I push against him, to give him a signal to let me down, but even that is weak and ineffectual.

With a soft chuckle, he hoists me into his arms and turns toward the vehicle. But instead of taking me into the back, he goes along the side and climbs into the front. Antroli stays behind to get Fiona situated and close up the rear.

We sit there for several moments, neither of us talking. It should be a comfortable silence, especially with his arms wrapped so snuggly around me. But it’s not. I wish there was something to shatter this oppressive blanket of silence threatening to smother me.

Groaning, I burrow my head in his chest. I just feel so sick. The problem is, I have nothing to compare this to. There’s nothing that’s happened to me back on Earth that prepares me for how I feel.

The closest might be the flu, but only the weak part. And even then, I was able to move on my own. I was never in such a state where someone had to carry me.

Fear seizes my insides as I remember my mother in her last months. Weak, unable to really eat, unable to do much of anything. Once she was in hospice care, she couldn’t do anything for herself.

Am I dying? I try to grab onto rational things, such as the fact that I crawled on my own after getting a shot from Nagán. Even with the potent medicines my mom was on, she never got better. She either stayed the same or got worse gradually.

Since moving home, I’ve been avoiding any sort of self-reflection. I didn’t want to look too closely into the face of death. It seems as if I have no choice. Cancer. Death with a capital C.

Do they even have means of taking care of humans with such an illness? Frantically, I sit up, the top of my head nearly smacking into his chin. He jerks back just in time, but there’s an air of unease around him.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Am I squeezing too hard?” The concern in his voice seems genuine, and my heart can’t help but flutter in response.

“It’s not too hard,” I murmur, half wishing he’d squeeze even tighter.

Perhaps if he held me hard enough, it would smoosh all my jagged and broken edges together and make me feel whole. I stare up into his eyes, noting the flicker of worry as he looks me over, but I don’t understand it.

I’m nothing to him but a portable milk bar, a thing to be bartered and sold at his whim. He’s kind, but that doesn’t change my place in his world. Would he even miss me if I were gone?

“Jessica,” he grumbles, his deep voice washing over me.

Despite how ill I feel, I cannot deny the sexual spell he weaves around me. It washes over my body, easing the pain, even if it’s just a little bit. In a bold move, I take my gloved hand and press it against his, pushing it down toward my breast.

Maybe if he touches me, I’ll feel better. Perhaps if he can distract my brain, I can finally think of something other than death. As much as I still feel the need to mourn both my mother and my potential condition, it’s all too much.

As if hearing my silent plea, he cups my tender breasts and squeezes, his eyes boring into mine. They darken as he gazes into my soul. Lust flares between us, threatening to drown me in its heat.

Opening the truck door, he takes me back out, almost smacking into Antroli. “I’ll be taking her back on foot. I wish to show her the wonders of her new home.”

The other Rancher winks, as if he knows exactly which pleasures he’ll be showing me. Heat tinges my cheeks, but I don’t have too long to dwell on it before he nods and goes around to the other side. Vrokjan holds me close as we watch them drive away, his thumb drawing an abstract design on my arm.

Each swipe against my skin makes me throb with need. My pussy spasms as he carries me over to the field and lays me down. All I can see is his handsome face and a sea of blue around me.

Ovibrosia really is such a pretty plant. Lifting my hand, I go to brush through it, but frown at the stupid hooved glove keeping me from touching the delicate leaves and stems.

Vrokjan looks about for a moment before giving me a conspiratorial smile. Placing his finger over his lips for a moment, he winks at me before taking the glove off of my right hand. Freedom.

At least for part of me. With a soft sigh, I run my fingers along the stiff blades, stifling a chuckle as I skim up to touch the softer, somewhat fluffy tip. It’s almost unexpected, and certainly not like the spongy kernels of wheat that grew on my grandparents’ farm.

In fact, almost every bit of this plant feels far different from what I expected. The blades, though a touch unyielding, aren’t rough or tactilely off-putting. They feel almost like the softest of silks with a stronger core running through it. The stem doesn’t feel at all like rough rope, but instead, it feels like delicate glass.

Wonderment fills me as I practically fondle the strange plant. Vrokjan gazes down at me, his lips quirked in a soft smile. He seems to enjoy the pleasure I find in learning about his planet.

It’s as if I’m in a haze, lulled by the softness of the earth and lazy clouds drifting above. It doesn’t matter that they’re purple. I can still find shapes in them easily enough. Dropping my hand down to the ground, I dig my fingers into the dirt.

Even that feels different somehow. Nothing is rough or jagged. In fact, I have to look to see if I’m actually touching it. I scoop it up and let it fall from between my fingers, marveling at how it sparkles in the waning sun.

Somehow too much and not enough all at once. I don’t want to think about my mom, or cancer, or dying. I want to stay in this moment with Vrokjan. His massive body looms over me, sheltering me from everything, including the errant thoughts threatening to intrude on this lovely scene.

Reaching over me, he snaps a stalk in half and drags the tip over my lips. “Open.”

Without any fight, I do as he commands. My mouth drops, earning me a growl of satisfaction rumbling from his chest. Prying open my thighs with his free hand, he spreads me open as he slides the tip of the plant past my lips.

His knees wedge in between my legs, forcing me to open for him even wider. But I feel no pain or discomfort. My brain buzzes with pleasure as I lift my tongue to taste the offering he gives me.

The Ovibrosia has an almost nutty flavor. Hazelnut. It’s the closest I can come to describe it. It’s comforting, bringing memories of chocolate hazelnut spread over bread.

How many times did I try to convince Mom it was a healthy breakfast choice because it was practically peanut butter? Never mind the chocolate part. She indulged me on the weekends, but that was it.

I can still hear her firm, “That’s not enough fuel for a school day,” as I’d playfully whine, trying to get her to see reason. So many memories flood my brain, threatening to overwhelm me. Closing my lips around the stem, I smile as Vrokjan tugs on it, depositing the hazelnut goodness into my mouth.

I take tentative chews, not sure how the texture will feel, but I find I’m pleasantly surprised. The soft, fluffy exterior gives way, almost like cotton candy disappearing on my tongue. Inside, it crunches a bit more like a nut, giving it that peanut feel.

So many things about this planet feel close to what I’m used to on Earth, but it’s still different enough to make my head spin. I have no words for anything I see, taste, touch, or feel. The words I do have feel paltry somehow, dim in comparison.

However, my thoughts scatter as Vrokjan slides down and hovers at my pussy. His hot breath washes over my skin, sending pinpricks of pleasure swirling through me, making my insides clench with need. The glide of his tongue against my clit feels so incredible.

Soft moans drift past my lips as he pleasures me, taking his time to taste and tease my lower lips. His movements are slow, languid, as if he savors every lap. Arousal gathers at my entrance as he runs the tip of his tongue around the opening before going back to my clit.

There’s nothing frantic or rushed about what he’s doing to me. Even the arousal building is slow and hot. I lie back and enjoy his treatment as I watch the puffy purple clouds drift by.

Everything is in a haze, becoming muddled. I cannot think or speak. He probably wouldn’t punish me if I did, but I find I don’t want to break the spell weaving around us.

My body is light, weightless as he devours me. The pleasurable sensations hover in my peripheral as I feel myself splitting in two. There is no pain here, no sadness. Only relief.

My eyelids become heavy as I lie in the sun, no longer protected by his body. But it’s not scalding like it should be with two suns warring for their place in the sky. Instead, it’s like a comforting blanket covering me up. Besides, the ground is cool against my back, keeping me from overheating.

Vrokjan pulls away, bringing my attention back to him. With a wicked grin, he slowly unzips his suit, revealing his blue toned body to me once more. His muscles bunch and release with each movement, making my mouth water.

Once he’s naked, I study his massive cock. Earlier in the ship, I looked at it, but there were so many other things occupying my mind. He runs his fingers over his shaft, drawing attention to the bumps and ridges.

His thick, plump head glistens with precum, but even that is an odd shade of ice blue and not the white I’m accustomed to. It glistens at his slit, making me hungry for a taste. Part of me wants to devour him as he’s devoured me.

Down from his head, his shaft bulges out, almost like a ball, making it much larger. Then it slopes in again, only to swell out near the base. This lower part is even bigger than the upper. All together, he’s massive.

Nestled at the base, near a thatch of midnight blue hair, cropped short and neat, is a bit of skin. It’s feather-like, jutting out around him. Oddly enough, they seem to move of their own accord. I can’t make sense of it. Can’t even process it.

However, it’s when he curls his hand around his thick shaft my mind goes into overdrive. His fingertips don’t even meet as he strokes the upper part of his bulge, and that’s not even considering the lower one. Gulping, I lick my lips, not sure I can even handle such a beast. He notes my expression, his eyes taking on a feral sheen.

“I see your thoughts as if you speak them out loud, my precious little cow. No, you cannot handle me right now. But I will train you to take me. Your pussy will stretch and accommodate me.” Once more, he drops to his knees between my thighs. “You will beg me to fill you up.”

He takes his tip and rubs it across my clit. Bowing up, I gasp at the pleasure. Need pours through my veins as he strokes himself against me. His grunts fill my ears, flooding the area around us with his desire.

Bringing it lower, he notches the tip in my entrance. His plump head feels so good resting inside me, filling me just a touch. It’s not enough to get me off, but drives me wild, making me crave more.

“Celestials, Jessica,” he grunts, stroking himself even faster.

Each slide of his hand brings his cock just a bit more inside, stopping as the first bulge bumps against my delicate skin. The stretch is immense as millimeter by millimeter he feeds it into me. The slight burn is nothing compared to the white-hot need raking through my insides.

Moaning, I twist about beneath him, the noises sounding more like moos than actual cries of pleasure. But I don’t care. I need the release he’s denying me with a desperation I’ve never felt before.

He reaches over and grabs my other glove and wrenches it off, flinging it somewhere into the dirt. “Touch yourself,” he growls. “Show me what gets you off.”

I blink over at him, unsure of what to do first. Everything feels so overwhelming. Again, he pushes in a touch, bringing me to the cusp of pain. It’s a fine line that blurs as the pleasure he gives me tips the scales.

Dropping my right hand to my pussy, I rub my clit, moaning as my inner walls flutter around the part of him lodged inside. With the other hand, I grab my nipple, pinching and rolling the taut bud between my fingertips.

Animalistic wails pour from me as I buck against him. His masculine grunts intersperse my softer, feminine tones, creating an erotic cacophony that threatens to drown me in its heat. Again, I pinch my nipple, crying out as that line between pain and pleasure thins again, leaving me reeling.

Vrokjan’s stroking falters as he swells inside of me. Panic beats at my chest as the discomfort grows. Keening sounds claw at the back of my throat as I try to move away, something, anything, to escape the pain I’m sure is coming.

He doesn’t let me. With a roar, he grabs my hip, keeping me in place. His free hand knocks mine away as it lies there limp. Pleasure surges through me once more as he strokes me, distracting me from his release.

Hot cum spurts inside, bathing my inner walls with an intense heat. The sensation tips me over the edge, triggering my orgasm. Everything tightens, my body ramrod, as my release explodes through me.

I can’t think, speak, or even make a sound as my pussy clamps down around the tip of his cock. More cum drips from him and slides along my sensitive nerves, making my body quake.

He wasn’t lying when he said I’d beg. He’s not even fully seated inside me, and yet, I want nothing more than his massive girth and hot cum to keep giving me pleasure like this. It’s almost enough to keep me from thinking about the inevitable.

Almost. But not quite enough. Maybe when he’s at the point where he can fuck me properly, I won’t care anymore. As it is, the moment he withdraws, my mind goes back into overdrive.

His cum leaks out of me, sliding down my crack and into the dirt. With him standing off to the side cleaning up, I feel cold again, alone. But it makes sense. What does an alien know about intimacy?

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CHAPTER 16

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VROKJAN

I study my little cow, noting the shifting expressions flitting over her face. Such curious creatures. One moment, she’s blissful, nearly unaware of anything else around her. The next moment, her brain is churning, unable to settle down.

With a sigh, I zip up my suit and drop to my knees. My cum drips out of her, a pale blue against her skin. It looks good on her, as if it belongs. But I can’t take her to see my brother with my seed leaking from her body.

Knowing him, he’s already annoyed at how long I’m taking, and knowing about this little dalliance will only make him angrier. He just doesn’t understand the bond between a Rancher and their pet. With his attitude, he probably never will.

I slide my fingers to her lower lips, my eyes never leaving her face. I study my little heifer as I ease them inside. My cum mixed with her arousal allows me to slip in with no resistance.

Though her gaze is wary, she can’t deny the pleasure I bring her. Jessica’s head tips back, her lips parted as I pump in and out. She’s a vision, a creature of such beauty.

Already, my cock swells again with my insatiable need to have her. But she’s nowhere near ready yet. Even now, I twitch as I remember her inner walls struggling to accommodate me.

She’ll definitely have to be stretched out so I don’t harm her. Groaning, I drag my fingertips against her core, scooping out as much cum as I can. It coats my fingers, shimmering in the golden light.

“Open for me, my pretty cow.”

When she obeys me, my insides clench. She’s so perfect, so right for me. As I slide my fingers past her lips, I watch her wince, as if bracing for some foul taste.

Though I have no idea how the males taste on Earth, it must be bad for her to have this preemptive reaction. However, as her tongue darts out for a tentative taste, her eyes widen in shock.

As if she’s a woman starved, she attacks my fingers with her tongue, whimpering as she licks them clean. No other cow has ever objected to my taste, but she’s the first to act as if she wants to devour me.

With my clean hand, I cup the back of her head, drawing her closer. With my eyes closed, I can imagine her lips wrapped around my cock, drinking from me. Then and there, I vow never to clean myself again if I cum outside of her body. Her tongue will lap at my seed until there’s nothing left.

Easing my fingers out of her mouth, I go back to her pussy and retrieve some more. I’m in awe of this human as she sucks my digits deep into her mouth. In fact, my heart clenches so tightly, I fear it might break under the pressure.

She’s perfect for me. My everything. I can only hope she’ll be receptive and come to care for me as much as I do for her. Anything less than whole-hearted, passionate, wild abandon will not be enough.

I want her to be as consumed as I am. I want her feral with need for me. I’m already lost inside her, and will do whatever I can to make her feel the same way.

Once she’s mostly clean, I take another rag out of my suit and wipe her down. With gentle movements, I turn her over, wincing at the soft moan of discomfort. I spread her cheeks and wipe away the evidence.

As I lift her tail, she bucks against me, her whimpers turning into something far more erotic. My lips curl into a grin as I wipe down her tail and turn her over. Her eyes are bright, shining with some unnamed emotion.

There seems to be a war inside her, one I cannot battle in her stead. I recognize it, having seen it on so many cows coming to our planet. She’s lost, frightened, but also aroused. No doubt she hates herself for feeling as she does.

Hopefully, the self-recrimination will pass as she spends her days in my arms and out in the fields. For many cows, living on Icora is an escape they never knew they needed. I can only pray to the Celestials that Jessica will become one of them.

She’ll have to learn to adapt because I refuse to let her go. Offering escape back to their home planet is merely a formality. Most Ranchers don’t even do it. I’m one of the few rare ones who actually give a damn about these women.

But I can’t see myself in a world where Jessica does not exist. Since I cannot survive on Earth, seeing as I’m so different, she’ll have to stay with me. To that end, I must figure out what’s going on with her.

Even now, she slumps back against the dirt, her eyes going unfocused and hazy. She turns on her side and curls in on herself, shaking ever so slightly. Frowning, I lift her limp arm and ease her hand back into the glove.

Once she’s properly outfitted again, I scoop her up, my chest tightening at the soft whimpers drifting from her lips. Her eyes glint in the setting suns, wet, as if she wants to cry. But no tears ever fall.

Worry niggles at my brain as I pick up my pace, desperate to get her back to my brother. If anyone can help her, it’s him. I don’t have him on standby as my personal Medical Rancher just because he’s family.

His arrogant attitude and haughty demeanor are because he is actually the best. I would trust both my life and any cow in my care to him. Clutching Jessica close, I break into a run.

It jostles her in my arms, but her cries are soft, almost inaudible. I hope she’s not holding back on my account. No amount of perceived weakness on her part will make me crave her any less.

We make record time, and I stand at the threshold of my ancestral home gasping for breath. Antroli comes out, his brows knitted with worry. As much as I don’t want to give my cow up, I ease her into his arms so he can take her Nagán.

I follow behind, dragging air into my lungs. My brother smirks as he comes into the room, looking me up and down before shaking his head. Motioning over to a bench, he instructs Antroli to put her down.

“Perhaps you should come to see me for a physical workup. A walk from the fields to here shouldn’t have left you so winded.”

“Ass,” I growl, kneeling next to Jessica. “What can you do for her? The shot helped, but wore off. I don’t feel comfortable giving her meat with all these eyes everywhere.” I slide her knee pads and gloves off, leaving just the tail.

“I know. I’ve been thinking about that and did some research. If protein is what this heifer needs to accommodate the expansion of her body, then there is a synthetic alternative.”

He pulls out a satchel and sets it on the floor next to me. While he pulls out his syringe to give her another dose, I look over the packets filled with a fine, white powder. I hold one up to the light to study it.

On the bench, Jessica writhes about, nearly falling off. I move to the other side so she’s sandwiched between my brother and me. Forcing my breathing to be deep and even, I lay my hand on her breastbone and force her to calm down.

“Please. I can’t,” she whimpers, trying to get away in her weakened state.

“So dramatic,” Nagán growls under his breath. “I’ve already given you a shot before and you survived. This is the same thing, but triple the protein. You’ll live.”

“No,” she cries out. “Not that. That.” Her gaze lands back on the small packet.

I hold it back up to her and shake it. “You’re scared of this?”

“I don’t do drugs,” she snaps out. “Especially not cocaine.”

Nagán and I stare at each other for a moment, our faces holding twin expressions of incomprehension. Dropping the bag onto her stomach, I ignore her twisting and turning as I grab my communicator. It only takes a few minutes of searching before I find what she’s talking about.

No wonder she was so frightened. The stories alone are enough to make my skin crawl. Handing it over to Nagán, I smile down at my cow.

“It’s not cocaine, my pretty girl,” I cajole, breathing with her. “We don’t have anything like this on our planet. The most are mushrooms that make you see things and plants that mellow you out. But even then, it’s all tightly regulated. Only certain farms can grow them, and they keep account of quantities which they deliver to the government daily.”

“Yeah,” Nagán agrees, tossing me my communicator. “Nasty stuff. It seems as if your planet is determined to kill itself. I’ll never understand Earthlings.”

“You don’t have to understand us,” she hisses, some of her old spark coming back. “You could just leave us the fuck alone.”

“Language,” I bark out, rising to grab a gag.

Her eyes widen as I come back with it. She shakes her head back and forth, her eyes pleading with me not to put it back inside her mouth. Dangling it from my fingers, I hunch down.

“I have been lenient with you because you are ill. Do not mistake my charity for weakness. I have made the rules abundantly clear concerning speaking in front of other Icorians. If anything else comes out of your mouth that isn’t a moo, you will be gagged for the rest of the night. Understand?”

She nods her head, shrinking in on herself. Satisfied, I drop the gag next to the bench and skim my hand up her arm. At some point, self-preservation has to win out with her. She can’t stay stubborn forever.

Gritting his teeth, Nagán shakes his head and prepares the syringe. I know he thinks I’m being far too permissive with her, but I can’t help but be indulgent when she lies there unwell. Besides, I know she’s not being bratty on purpose.

From what I’ve seen from her, she lashes out when she’s scared or hurt. Though these actions will have to be culled out of her, I can understand the motivations. I’d be the same way if I found myself on Earth with nowhere to escape.

Turning her head, she scrunches her eyes closed as my brother sets the tip of the needle against her skin. I run my hands over her hair, soothing her as he drives it into her arm. Her small yelp, however, is all the sound she makes.

“Good girl,” I murmur, sliding my lips against her temple. “You took that really well.”

“Celestials,” Nagán snarls. “You coddle her as if she’s a baby. It’s only a shot. I’m sure she’ll live.”

“What does it matter that I give her a small bit of comfort? Are you really so heartless?”

“No,” he sneers. “I’m a realist, pragmatic. You keep doting on these cows and you’ll find yourself with disobedient livestock.” With a sigh, he packs his needle away. “Look. I care about you. I know how much it kills you to send your pets back to Earth. But you do this every year. You let yourself fall for a set of large, pretty eyes and an accommodating pussy and think you’re in love. Wake up. These cows will never consider you anything more than a means to scratch their genetically altered itches.”

Next to me, Jessica flinches, her gaze drifting up my face. There’s a pain there, something that has nothing to do with physical discomfort. Her small hand curls around mine as my brother continues to spew his poison.

Is my little cow trying to comfort me? That’s a first. My heart threatens to crack as I squeeze her hand back, taking the solidarity she’s so freely giving me.

“Every fucking year,” he mutters under his breath. “You think you would learn by now. These cows will never want you. We kidnap them, dragging them from their lives. They’re only too eager to go back, leaving you alone. Again. And it’s me who has to pick up the pieces of your broken heart. Not again. Not this time. You want to indulge your livestock, then that’s your choice. I won’t stand by and watch you get hurt.”

He rises and motions to the pouches. “There’s enough protein in here to give it to her three times a day for the next year. Make sure she stays hydrated, milked, and fed. She’ll be fine.”

He storms out, slamming the door behind him. Jessica flinches, her brow furrowing at the violence he causes in his departure. Tears dot her eyes as she lifts a hand to my face.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers so softly I almost can’t hear her. “I didn’t mean to make him mad.”

With a soft, indulgent smile, I sit her up and place her on my lap. I rock back and forth a bit, holding her in my arms. She feels so good there, so right. Perhaps Nagán was wrong about her. She certainly seems to care more than the others.

“He’s frustrated with me, is all. You know how siblings can be.”

She shakes her head and gives me a lopsided grin. “Only child. It’s just me.” Her face crumples as she buries her head in my chest.

Though she doesn’t say anything else, I feel the pain and anguish radiating from her. We sit there for several moments as I rock her back and forth. Both of us hurt right now. We’re both damaged in some way. It just feels so fucking good to have her in my arms.

After a while, she seems to settle down. I pull back and ease her off of my lap so she can stand between my legs. “I guess now is the time to go over the rules of the house.”

Her nose wrinkles in thought, and it’s such an adorable action. I can’t help but draw her down so I can kiss the furrowed ridges. “You’ve already given me the rules.”

“That’s for outside, around the other cows. In my home, as my pet, things are a little different.”

I gaze at my beautiful cow, studying every soft curve. The only thing on her body is the collar and leash. It hangs down between her breasts, drawing my attention to them.

She’s starting to become engorged again. Thankfully, there’s not too much time between now and her final milking of the night. Grabbing the leash, I take her from the communal space and into the dining and kitchen area.

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