Page 21 of Milk & Malice: Vadik (The Caged Hearts Pet Play #6)

Vadik

My existence was one of simplicity by design. Everything in order. Nothing to trigger memory. Yet one taste of chocolate brought it all flooding back. With focus and effort, I pushed it down. Years of outward pretence and masking the monster made it easy—just a few deep breaths.

It was a foolish gesture, marking her birthday. But as her eyes fluttered and the dark treat smeared her plump lips, I decided—one day per annum wouldn’t be so bad.

Still, my sweet cow would need to pay the price.

Nothing in life was free.

“Lick me clean,”

I said as she swallowed her final bite.

Her blue eyes locked on mine, and she opened her mouth. My breath hitched when her lips slid down the length of my fingers. Her hot, wet tongue curled around each digit, licking slow, deliberate strokes before she began to bob her head—up, down, worshipful.

I hadn’t taken her mouth yet.

Her horns weren’t ready. Not for what I planned to do with them.

Another six to eight weeks.

I pulled my fingers out of my greedy whore’s mouth, gripping her chin with my wet hand. Her eyes were full of anticipation—the earlier uncertainty gone.

“Be a good set of holes and stand facing the mirrors,”

I said, boring into her with my gaze.

“If you’re going to suck my fingers like a whore, I’ll show you how an Owner uses his breeding holes.”

Her pouty lips parted and her eyes dilated, black seeping into blue. With a wink, I released her chin. I didn't miss the faint smile tugging at her lips as she turned to move into position.

Yes. A little chocolate once a year was no great hardship.

When she reached the mirrors, her eyes stayed on me—watching, waiting. I took my time peeling off each layer of clothing. My gaze drifted from her face to the twitch of her tail.

The strategically placed mirrors worked wonders.

Another calculated dent in her psyche.

Layer by delicious layer, I was stripping away her humanity.

The more I degraded her, the more she bathed my cock—and when she came?

Her orgasm was an unstoppable force.

The corrosion of her humanity mirrored the absence of mine. A lifetime ago, I was a gentle lover to my wife. Lena was livestock now. A set of hot holes to fuck—my reward after five years of celibacy.

I stepped onto her bed, towering above her, taking her in from horns to tail.

I was more animal than Lena could ever become.

Her needy eyes met my glacial ones in the mirror as I knelt behind her.

“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.