Page 26 of Milk & Malice: Vadik

I’d earned it.

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I placed her limp body on the padded footstool before adjusting her limbs and breasts. I turned her face to the side, then walked around her, pausing to stroke her tail and check on the stitches.

“My sweet cow,” I sighed, ignoring my hard cock.“You have no idea how sensational you look.”

I took pictures from every angle. When I moved her tail to the side, I captured a close-up of her cunt and asshole. The match between her pubic hair and the tail graft was near-perfect.I stroked the length of her thigh, hissing when I reached her hooves too soon.

My cock leaked, and I felt the cotton of my boxers grow damp.

I walked to her head.

Her blue eyes were distant. Cold.

“You can’t run. You can’t hide. I own you, Lena. Every part of you. You’ll soon realise you can’t live without me, my sweet breeding cow.”

I dragged my chair beside her and sat to admire her natural form.

It didn’t matter that the footstool propped her up.

Every calculation I made the day I saw her in the grocery store had been perfect. The hooves. The tail, and her mounted crown of glory—the horns.

One day, she’d realise how beautiful her enhancements were.

Chapter 11

Lena

His voice was everywhere. All the time.

The music.

Touching.

His lips.

Licking and sucking.

Gentle. Hard.

Talking. Always talking to me.

Every morning, he’d part my thighs.

Apply something wet.

Massage my insides.

Whisper against my breasts.

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Then the time came.

Morning, like every morning. Music low. His footsteps soft. Gloves snapping on.

I didn’t flinch anymore.