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“No more fucking condoms for you,” I snarled as I saw how wet my dick was. There was no need for lube. “Cows don't need condoms. They are made for breeding and milking.”

I let go of the chain and watched her head drop before I pushed her head into the bed, using both hands to hold her as I swung my hips back and forth. Her little asshole was on display, but it was her tight pussy that I focused on as I sawed in and out of her, watching her pussy around my dick stretch. It moved in tandem with my thrusts. I plunged into her as deep as I could until I felt my balls smack off her pussy.

“Yeah, rightthere. Nice and deep. Do you remember?”

She was too busy holding onto the bed and rubbing her face in it. Her little cowbell was jingling away beneath her. I movedcloser and lifted one leg to drive my thrusts harder. She would feel my girth in her abused little hole hours from now. The sound of my balls slapping against her cunt joined her moans and cries.

“That’s it. Take yourOwner’scock, little cow,” I said, leaning over to move her arm out of my way, reaching beneath her to find those wet nipples. I tugged and tweaked her nipple until I felt her milk soak my fingers. “Yes, you will make a fine milking cow,” I growled, feeling my balls tighten up and my dick grew rigid.

She began to grunt and tried to push back on me as I drove into her. I pinched her milky nipple, and that was all it took for her to scream into the bed. A memory from that night made me pant and fuck her harder. Those sweet screams.

I pummelled her harder, using her cum to drive deep, feeling her clench around me until I roared and began to shoot my seed inside her. That feeling of draining my balls into her was like no other. No condom, just her sweet tight wet cunt clutching at me, milking me dry.

When the cold reality dawned on me, I almost had tears in my eyes at the thought of sharing her with the twins, but when I thought of my babies innocent, sweet faces, I relaxed.

Them I could share her with.

Chapter 9

Mariya

I slumped on the bed with sweat dripping down me. The desperate ache was gone for now but damn. I’d forgotten how good our night was. As time passed, I thought I was embellishing it in my head that it was due to the lack of sex.

“My God,” Rurik said before he collapsed beside me, gripping my ass and taking me with him. “I missed this pussy,” he sighed, nudging his hard cock inside me.

“Moo,” I said flatly but smiled when he chuckled. “I want to see the twins.”

“Fine, but you're sleeping down here until you are trained and bred,” he said, pulling me back onto his chest.

“This is some weird fetish you have,” I said lightly.

“You will enjoy being my pet cow,” he said, sliding his hand over my hip before he kissed my neck. “I’m surprised you haven't asked where we are.”

“Probably in Russia somewhere,” I said, smiling when his hand stopped.

“What makes you think that?” he said casually.

“I analyse, remember? You would want us on your turf, and your family has been going crazy over the twins.”

“At least our children will be intelligent,” he muttered.

“You probably killed some of my brain cells when you drugged me,” I said with a frown.

“No, my friend uses it on his wife. He said it is entirely safe.”

“What?!” I said, turning to face him, but he was serious. “Why would anyone drug their wife?”

He shrugged. “Everyone has their fetishes.”

“I guess I must be vanilla,” I said, still frowning before sighing. “Feed me or suffer the consequences.”

“Yeah? What consequences?”

“No milk production.”

“Fuck,” he said, jerking up, pulling out of me and stomping off the bed.

I watched him put his pants on, leaving his tidy white boxers on the floor before striding towards the door. When the door closed behind him, I pulled the covers over me and wondered why I wasn't freaking out. It wasn't the sex. When he was cumming inside of me, I thought of Alexei and Tatiana.