Page 67 of Milk & Malice: Vadik

I licked faster.

Side to side, worshipping his cock as it deserved.

He suddenly pulled out to leave me gasping for air. I blinked in shock as the head spat come at me.

Hot thick come hit my cheek, forehead, eyes, and lips.

He painted my face while he groaned. It dripped down my nose, lips, and into my mouth, sliding over my tongue and down the back of my throat.

“Lick,” he commanded, feeding me the head.

I licked and swirled my tongue, savouring every last drop of my Owner’s come.

I’d found my purpose.

I crushed every invasive thought and relished my reward, poking my tongue into the slit, needing more of the sweet and salty seed.

My owner pulled back and rubbed his come all over my face. I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch.

“You've not to wash your face, my sweet. You wear your Owner’s come with pride—and if you're a good little cow, I’ll give you what you need,” he murmured.

When he finished, I opened my eyes and saw the first genuine smile curving his lips.

I nodded my head.

“Lie down and I will drain your udders,” he said, pushing his cock back into his trousers.

I lay back for him, open and wide.

His jacket came off, and he crawled onto the bed, when his mouth latched onto my udder. I mooed through the gag.

Still reliving his cock buried deep in my neck.

???

I looked down in dismay as he came on my udders. His hot come, wasting away. I clenched my thighs, remembering the way it used to feel sliding out of my holes and down my thighs. It should be inside me.

“Sit on your ass,” he panted.

I sat, and he lifted my udders.

“Lick,” he murmured.

With a moo, I licked every last drop of his come until he pushed my nipple against my lips.

“Taste us both, what milk and malice tastes like,” he said, pressing my nipple against my lips harder.

I opened my mouth, closing my lips around my nipple and sucked until a stream of milk spurted into my mouth. Sweet and creamy with a touch of salt from his come.

Filthy yet satisfying.

???

The more he degraded me, the wetter I became, but he never touched my pussy or ass. He never gave me what I needed. I knew this was my punishment, but he didn't do it to hurt me. If he did, he wouldn't spend nights holding me in his arms or combing my hair until it was silky smooth.

He set up videos on his tablet and braided my hair, mumbling when he couldn't get it perfect around my horns.

His soft kisses returned.