Page 48 of Milk & Malice: Vadik

“Look at yourself,” I said, gripping a fat slab of ass, squeezing until she hissed.“Begging to be milked and mounted by your Owner.”

I spread her wide, flicking her tail aside.

“Look at those hungry eyes. Those leaking udders.” My fingers circled her slick little slit, not touching—just taunting.

When I glanced up again, her eyes were glued to her reflection.

No softness. Just the cold truth she can’t unsee. Let her stare. Let her learn.

“Brace yourself,” I said, rubbing my cock through her folds just enough to wet the tip while she adjusted her hooves.

I held her gaze as I pushed forward, feeling her wet, velvety hole stretch around me.

“Moo,” she whispered, breathless.

“Yeah, that’s right. You’re a dumb animal now. Mooing for your Owner’s cock. I want to see those udders shake—I want to hear you beg for more,” I muttered, glancing down at my glistening shaft.

When she started mooing again, I swung my hips. Slow. Steady. Cruel.

It didn’t take long before she pushed back, her cunt clinging to me, fucking herself like a proper cow.

She watched me in the mirror, panting—her tits swinging wildly, nipples grazing the pillow.

I raised one leg beside her and gripped her shoulder.

“Filthy little fuckcow. You want your Owner’s cock?” I said, thrusting upward until she cried out.

A cracked, broken moo spilled from her lips.

“Yes,” I hissed, full of malice.“You’re nothing but a wet hole for me to use. To fill up with my seed.”

I ramped up the tempo, hips smacking against her ass with each brutal thrust until I felt the head of my cock scrape deep inside her.

Her mooing turned frantic—desperate.

I slowed down. Cruelly. She whimpered.

I was too focused on the look in her eyes. That feral, pleading need.

“No. I want my seed in this hole,” I muttered, circling my thumb over her puckered asshole.“You only get cunt juice and spit for lube.”

I pressed harder, watching her breath hitch.

“I want to see what a nasty animal like you does for her Owner’s cock in her ass.”

Her eyes lit up and she mooed louder, pushing back until I smiled. I slipped out of her cunt, leaned down, and spat on her asshole—once, then again. For good measure.

I pressed the blunt head of my cock against her slick, twitching hole. Her tail swished as her body reacted, thighs tensing, hips pushing back. I glanced at the mirror. Not her hole—but her face. Wide, dazed eyes. Panting mouth. Wanting.

“There it is,” I muttered, dragging the tip over her puckered rim, slow and deliberate.“You’re already trying to open up for me, aren’t you?”

It would register to her eventually how I’d been training her for this, but it would be too late by then.

Chapter 21

Lena

He was right. I was trying to open up for him. I needed him inside me—anywhere. I pushed back, aching for the stretch, craving the burn as he split me open. But he pulled away with a low chuckle.