Page 68 of Milk & Malice: Vadik

Praising words, too.

But he only ever used my mouth and my udders.

No matter how long or often I mooed, he’d pat my head and tell me how many days were left.

He put my mind at ease, and as the weather improved, he let me wander outside.

I hoped he fucked me outside under the warm rays of the sun.

I’d be his good little heifer and take it all.

And do it all over again.

Chapter 30

Vadik

We both knew what day it was, but I let it linger until she placed her hooves on me, rubbing her leaking udders on my trousers. It made me curious to see how far she was willing to degrade herself to come on my dick. Her conditioning was fine-tuned this time. I left nothing to chance.

I wheeled the IV stand across the barn floor, metal legs rattling faintly on the concrete. The bag swayed, full and warm, the tubing already primed. She watched from her bed, eyes wide, body still, her udders heavy and leaking despite her tension.

“This is a routine procedure,” I said, as if she were another post-op patient. It's to keep you clean and healthy.”

She didn’t speak. Couldn’t with the gag. I didn’t need her consent—just her compliance.

“On all fours. Tail up.”

She obeyed slowly, hooves clacking as she positioned herself, trembling. Her tail lifted, baring everything. I didn’t leer. I didn’t smile. I simply snapped on a pair of nitrile gloves, unwrapped the lubricated nozzle, and knelt.

“The liquid is body temperature. Mild saline solution. It may cramp, but that’s normal.”

A soft whimper escaped her, more breath than sound.

I parted her cheeks, steady and practised. The nozzle slid in with little resistance. She shivered.

I hooked the tubing to the valve and unclicked the clamp. The flow began.

One drip. Then two.

“Breathe through your nose,” I murmured, rubbing her lower back.“You’re doing well.”

She clenched, tail twitching as warmth bloomed inside her belly. Her head dipped. Sweat prickled her spine.

“The more you fight it, the longer it takes. Trust me. I know your limits better than you do.”

Her moans came softer now, pained but obedient. Her udders swayed, and another bead of milk hit the floor.

I watched her closely, monitoring the bag. Her body accepted it well. She was pliable now—perfectly trained.

I pressed my palm to her flank.

“When the bag is empty, you’ll hold for one minute. Exactly one.”

She moaned softly, almost a whisper muffled through her gag.

“Then I’ll reward you,” I said, slipping my fingers beneath her tail.

I paused.