Page 30 of Milk & Malice: Vadik (The Caged Hearts Pet Play #6)

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 horns toward 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.

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.

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.