Page 35 of Milk & Malice: Vadik (The Caged Hearts Pet Play #6)

Vadik

My eyes were glued to the television screen. I’d tried to watch on my laptop, but I needed something bigger. She was too perfect. My filthy little breeding hole, so deliciously desperate.

I’d let her eat and drink before I began her slow, incremental torture.

On and off.

Slow and fast.

Again and again, I dragged her to the edge.

My poor little HuCow.

I could practically smell her cunt leaking through the screen.

When I finally fucked that raw, pink breeding hole, it would be long. Hard and deserved.

I’d already relieved myself twice just watching her flail, tits leaking, cunt twitching, back arched like a starved animal.

She was ready.

Not for release—

But to be ruined forever.

***

When I opened the door, she saw me and burst into tears.

“Moo. M-Moo. Moo,”

she whimpered, crawling to the end of the bed.

“What’s wrong, my sweet? Didn’t you enjoy being tested?”

I asked, stroking her damp hair.

She shook her head, trembling.

“Do you need your Owner to fuck your little breeding hole? Fuck you like my pet? Like I own you?”

Her eyes went wide, and she nodded quickly as I cupped her leaking udders. Heavy again. Fucking perfect.

“Lie on your back,”

I said, peeling off my clothes.

I blinked when I saw her. Her thighs were spread so wide it looked painful—like she’d been holding the position for hours, begging without words. I shook my head and pulled the soaked toys from her wrecked holes. Her pussy had drenched the vibrating plug—her juices smeared down to the sheets. I dragged my fingertips through her curls, then over her raw, slick cunt.

She was ruined.

Desperate and quivering.

Eight weeks without being fucked where she needed it most.

I knelt between her thighs, letting my cock and balls settle against her swollen heat.

“Each time you come,”

I murmured, “you’ll moo for me. Show me how grateful you are to be used. Fucked and bred in your desperate hole.”

A fat droplet welled from her nipple and spilled down her breast.

Milk and a magnificent cunt.

What more could I ask for?

When she nodded and mooed—eager, desperate—I placed the tip of my cock between her soaked lips. Her cunt twitched, spasmed, and I wasn’t even inside her. She was past ready. Her hips bounced, trying to fuck herself on the blunt head of my cock.

“Such a hungry little breeding hole you have,”

I muttered.

I leaned over her and latched onto her nipple. The moment I gulped down the first mouthful of her warm milk, I slammed into her pussy.

She was so fucking wet I bottomed out in one brutal thrust—balls deep in my filthy little cow.

Her wail was so loud I almost paused. Almost.

But she needed to remember who owned her.

I sucked harder, draining her sweet, warm milk while she squirmed beneath me. My hands gripped the bed as I began sawing in and out of her, lifting my hips to slam down into her again and again—ignoring the way she mooed and came all over my cock.

Her clenching pussy tried to milk me dry, but I’d waited too long for this. She needed a long, hard fuck. One that left her swollen and ruined. So deep she’d miss the ache of my cock inside her every fucking day.

She grunted. Moaned. Wailed. Mooed. Cried. Choked on her own spit.

I didn’t stop.

I fucked her like a savage beast, hammering into her soaked little hole until it fluttered around me again.

Then I switched nipples, watching her body twitch and tense.

She was going to come again.

Perfect.

That’s when I slowed down.

Time to remind her—pleasure only came when I allowed it.

“Mooooooooooooooo—ughhhh!”

She screamed for me again, pussy rippling as she drenched my cock for the second time.

I kept going, driving slow and deep into her velvet-soft cunt, savouring every twitch of her overstimulated breeding hole.

Letting her feel it.

I released her nipple and caught her dazed blue gaze.

“You feel that, my sweet little fuckcow?”

I murmured.

“I’m not stopping. You’re going to keep coming until I say you can.”

Then I dipped down and licked her parted lips, tasting the desperation on her breath.

She was shaking. Legs trembling, lips parted, eyes glassy. Her poor, swollen cunt pulsed around me like it couldn’t take another second.

Which meant it was time for more.

I reached between us and slapped her clit. Not hard. Just enough to make her jerk.

“Still leaking, my little cow. You’re not done.”

She whimpered, trying to pull away, but I grabbed her hips and dragged her back onto my cock.

“That pussy’s mine. You’ll come when I say. Again.”

She mooed—broken, ruined, ready.

So I gave it to her. Not rough. Not savage.

Just relentless.

Slow, gliding strokes that made her sob. Then shallow little thrusts that made her cry out. I slapped her udders, squeezed her nipples, pressed down on her belly so she could feel every inch.

She begged, shaking her head.

“Moooo. Moo. Moo…”

I kissed her cheek and shoved deeper.

“You will. You’ll come for me. You’ll squirt all over me like the filthy fuckcow you are.”

And she did.

Wailing. Legs kicking. Pussy spraying as she came undone under me, milking my cock with obscene, uncontrollable spasms.

I didn’t stop.

I leaned over and whispered, “Good girl. That’s three. You’ve earned your fourth.”

She blinked the tears from her eyes, silently begging as she shook her head.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? My cock in this breeding hole. Hmm?”

I teased, grinding against her clit.

She pressed her hips up to meet mine.

Her body wanted more. And it was almost time for me to come.