Page 66 of Milk & Malice: Vadik

“Mooooo.”

It wasn't a whisper, but a roar and I was proud of my little heifer.

“My good girl,” I cooed, stepping forward as her eyes filled with hope.

My sweet, naive little cow. She still didn't know me.

I spread my feet and grabbed her by the horns to grind my crotch into her face.

“Take a good sniff, my sweet, because this is what you will be choking on fortwenty-eight days.”

Her muffled moo made me grin, and I released one horn to reach for the metal-ringed mouth gag in my pocket.

“Open wide, my sweet girl.”

Chapter 29

Lena

It had been so long since I heard his soft voice. Until now, it had only been sharp, brusque commands. I tilted my head back and opened my mouth. Cold metal pried my jaw wide as he fitted the ring inside, stretching me open.

He shoved my face into his crotch until his cock pressed against my nose and eye. I rubbed against him, desperate, as he fastened the gag behind my head.

“Get on the bed. Ready for my cock,” he said, slapping my ass so hard my tail twitched and my wet pussy leaked all over my inner thighs.

I shuffled along to the bed, drool already gathering and beginning to drip down my lips by the time I was in position. His belt remained buckled, but he tugged his zip down as he came to stand at the end of my bed. His hand dipped into his pants until he eased his cock out. My limbs trembled in anticipation, and I rubbed my slippery pussy lips together.

“My hungry little fuckcow is drooling for my cock,” he murmured, dragging the head of his cock along my drooling chin.

When he slipped the head into my open mouth, his hands gripped my horns, and my eyes flew open, but all I saw was the length of his cock and his black trousers. He pulled my hornstoward him, using them as handles as his cock butted against the back of my throat, reminding me of the punishment gag.

“Naughty little cows get their throats fucked—hard,” he growled.

He pulled back and thrust his hips forward while yanking on my horns. His cock tore down my neck until all I could see was black. My throat convulsed around him, and more drool dripped down my chin.

But he didn't stop as I gagged around his length.

“Right down your neck,” he groaned, his loud voice full of pleasure.

I did that.

Me.

My pussy was drenched, and it only got worse when he began to fuck my face hard and fast, holding me so tight that I felt the strain in my skull.

I drooled and licked, trying to catch his cock as he slid it home each time. His trousers touched my face, and his wet balls began to smack my chin.

With watering eyes and an aching throat, I took every delicious inch again and again.

My empty pussy ached and throbbed more than my throat.

Harder and faster, his hips swung, stretching my neck with each brutal thrust.

His grunts of effort and moans of pleasure were my reward.

I wanted his come.

Needed it.