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“You've brought me to a farm for our honeymoon?” Mariya asked flatly as I carried her through the doorway.

“Aluxuryfarm in Romiri, which is on an Island,” I said, correcting her.

“We come to Greece, a country steeped with historic landmarks, and I get to moo on a farm,” she grumbled. “It almost makes me wish you were lactose intolerant.”

I laughed so hard that I had to grip her tighter for the fear of dropping her on the stairs. The door opened as the housekeeper smiled at us.

“Welcome. Mr Karalis explained all your requirements. I have done everything as requested and left my number for you in the kitchen should you require anything else during your stay,” she said, moving out of the way as I carried Mariya inside. “Congratulations on your recent nuptials, Mr and Mrs Abrosimov.”

“Thank you,” we both said together as I raced for the stairs.

“Get ready to moo for me,” I said, grinning when she let out a girlish giggle and tightened her arms around my neck.

When we reached the master bedroom, I placed her carefully on the bed, looking at her flat stomach beneath her white sundress. Our child lay there, growing stronger each day. I kissed her belly as she ran her fingers through my hair.

“I hope there was enough milk for the twins,” she said dreamily.

“You saw the freezer. It was packed,” I said, standing up to shrug out of my linen blazer before ripping my T-shirt off. I paused before glancing at Mariya.

“You're not hungry, are you?” I asked with a frown, but she stared at my crotch.

“Starving,” she whispered, making me groan and sigh in relief.

The luggage could stay in the car because I had more important things to do, like worshipping my wife’s pregnant body.

Chapter 24

Mariya

Life on a farm as a Hucow wasn't as bad as I expected. I lay naked except for my horns and tail butt plug, sunbathing while Rurik took care of all my needs. I stared at the bright blue sky while stretched out on the cotton-padded mat Rurik had placed beneath the olive tree.

We video-called the twins daily and seeing them entertained by all their family put my mind at ease. Their canines were coming through, but Orla was all over that, and within a few days, they were showing us their teeth. They’d learned more words, and their babbling was more coherent.

Their babushka and dedushka had been teaching them some Russian words. It was a tricky language, but it would be one I would master eventually. His parents were family-orientated and their love for our children was plain to see. I no longer had childish dreams of my family loving me, not when I had my own in the making.

“What’s wrong, little cow?” Rurik said from his lounge chair.

I glanced at his oily, tanned body and got distracted until he chuckled.

“Come on. Into the barn,” he said, taking off his sunglasses. “It must be milking time.”

“Moo, moo,” I said, agreeing with him.

I rolled off the mat and was up on my hands and knees in seconds. The feel of the cool grass on my hands and knees was lovely, but so was the warmth of the sun on my back. I followed Rurik into the barn and stepped onto the milking bench, waiting to be restrained.

“I think we have stretched your ass out enough,” he said, taking my wrist, but I groaned. “And your belly is full with our baby.”

This was not what I had anticipated, but I remained still because I didn't want a spanking. Once I was strapped in, he hooked up the suction cups until I bit my lip when they tugged on my nipples.

“My wife’s first ass fucking. Do you know what I’m going to do once I’ve emptied my balls inside your pretty little asshole?”

“Moo,” I said, shaking my head.

“I will stuff that tail back inside you to ensure my cum stays inside you,” he said as he crawled above me to massage my breasts. “All while your milk is being pumped out of your udders.”

I groaned at the thought but inched my knees out with little care about my orifice remaining intact.