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“W-What?” I whispered in horror as my skin crawled at his suffocating words.

A faint smile appeared, and he traced a finger around my nipple.

“My human cow,” he said before he pushed me back on the bed.

He moved so fast, and I was still trying to process his words when his hand held my throat, and his lips closed over my nipple. He began to suck hard and fast, drawing my milk from me. His moan was loud but muffled, and he sucked harder until I hissed in pain. I blindly gripped the soft cotton T-shirt he wore, but it didn’t help.

“Rurik—”

He pulled back, and a droplet of white milk was on his lip, licking it off before he stared at me with hungry eyes.

“In this room, you will call me Owner and moo for me. You can fight me all you want, but it won’t change anything. This is your life now—our life. You’ll learn to accept it because this is our second chance, and I won't let you run away again,” he said before he bent down to suck on my other nipple.

I heard him gulp and swallow as he hungrily drank from me. The true horror of this nightmare sank in when I realised that some of his proclamations made my heart race faster and made me ache for release.

“The children—” I said, trying one last time, and felt him release my nipple.

“They’re being looked after. They drank from you while you slept. They’re my children too. I would never harm them,” he said, cupping my breasts. “Ifyou're a good girl, you can see them today.”

I glared at him, ready to blast him to hell and back, only to see a teasing smile on his lips, daring me to act out against him. With narrowed and pursed lips, I flung my head back, muttering under my breath.

“Wise choice. I doubt you will like your punishment if you're a bad cow,” he said before his tongue lapped up a stray drop of milk running down from my nipple.

I lay staring at the ceiling, ashamed of myself for enjoying his touch—ashamed of the desire I felt but, at the same time, relieved to be something more than a mother. I couldn't recall the last time I thought of myself as a woman. I was sure the guilt and revulsion would come later, but for now, I closed my eyes, trying to switch off from the rollercoaster of emotions.

Fucking fate.

Chapter 8

Rurik

She was perfect. Her body was made for this. For me.

I released her nipple to study her breasts. They were fully embodied with the nutritional milk she carried. These nipples were a fucking work of art. The breasts that I’d been spying on for weeks. The taste of her milk lingered on my lips, sweet and rich.

A slow, satisfied smile spread across my face when I noticed that she was lying down. Mariya’s silence was all the confirmation I required. There was no screaming or crying. Some part of her acknowledged that I would never harm our children.

I never once mentioned my pet play fantasies to her, and now she was plunged into the deep end. She would slowly learn the rules in the milking room while I corrupted her polite English sensibilities.

An image of her kneeling before me, obedient and submissive, her body responding to my touch. The thought filled me with a twisted sense of pride. When the breeding season came, she would be strapped to the milking station, helpless to stop me from breeding her again. Forced to enjoy my dark appetite—all while being milked by the machine. Our playroom would be our retreat.

She’ll be my masterpiece. My perfect hucow. She’ll be completely mine.

My mouth watered as a big fat drop of milk formed on her nipple; knowing the twins were fed and down for their nap, I indulged in my debauched desire by latching onto her breast, sucking and tugging on her rosy pink nipple while massaging her other fat globe of flesh.

She made a hissing sound before she moaned. In response, I slid my hand between her thighs to burrow a path there. After a slight resistance, she relaxed her muscles while I touched her pussy. Her wet pussy.

“Moya gryaznaya korova mokraya,” I muttered.

“What did you say?”

“I said my dirty little cow is wet,” I said against her breast before I switched sides again. “I might let you cum if you moo for me.”

“Rurik,” she said my name with frustration and warning clear in her tone.

“Do you know how many times I dreamt about this pussy?Mypussy,” I said, feeling the unreasonable anger rise within me.

The pussy that she took away from me. The one I bred.The one I intended to flood with my seed in the next three days.