Page 32 of Milk & Malice: Vadik

I watched her. Studied the panic in her eyes, the flush spreading down her throat, the slick coating my hand.

She couldn’t help it.

That was the beauty of it.

Fear and arousal, fused together.

I did that.

And she would thank me one day.

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Stumpy was so effective that I left him beside her overnight. I needed to check on her progress before I carried him back downstairs again. If her petrified eyes were anything to go by, it had been a success. My sweet cow mooed for me as soon as she saw me. It was shaky and husky, but a beautiful sound nonetheless.

“Good morning,” I said with a kind smile.

I tugged her covers down to bare her milk-laden breasts, casting a side-eye at Stumpy. His eyes were on her bulging breasts.

A chortle escaped me.

He had no dick, but I guess he could still appreciate my cow’s udders.

Mmm. They seemed fuller this morning.

I massaged them gently, getting ready to empty them.

“Are you ready to be milked, my sweet?” I murmured.

A tingle ran down my spine when she mooed and nodded her head. The tips of her horns swayed with her.

I pulled the covers down and removed the catheter, cleaning her and then my hands with sterile wipes. The only time I hesitated was when she parted her thighs for me. If weprogressed this well, she would be ready to be mounted much sooner than I anticipated.

The milking room was ready months ago.

I climbed on the bed and lay on one side, wanting to see everything this morning.

“Is my sweet breeding cow aching? Do your udders hurt?”

Her lips quivered and her eyes welled up, but she nodded.

“Good little HuCow. You should always be ready for your Owner,” I said, lowering my mouth to her nipple.

I didn’t suck.

No, I teased her areola, tracing my tongue around it until she mooed.

Oh, how she mooed.

Desperate.

Urgent.

Aching for me.

Her Owner.

Chapter 13