Page 38 of Milk & Malice: Vadik (The Caged Hearts Pet Play #6)

Lena

He was so filthy, vile, and an absolutely monstrous lover, but by God, he knew how to make me come. Either that, or I’d pissed myself again. It was nice not having to do the cleaning.

With a groan, he shifted my lifeless body so I lay on his chest, impaled on his cock.

“I should’ve put the sheet on,”

he grumbled, nudging my head to his shoulder—probably so my horns didn’t gouge his eyes out.

“Your cunt is always leaking.”

His hands slid down to my hips, then over my body to cup my breasts.

“You’ll need milking soon,”

he murmured, voice low and husky.

“And mounting, if that concoction up your ass was potent.”

My eyes fluttered as his fingers grazed my nipples. Milk trickled. Heat throbbed. He chuckled.

“Still trying to milk my cock with your ass. My dirty little fuckcow. I’ll clean us up before I see to your breeding hole.”

I tried to smile, but my frozen lips only twitched.

He sounded mellow. Relaxed.

It was the first time I’d heard him sound… happy.

***

“Get down and put your cock in my mouth. I want you to taste your cunt as you fall asleep,”

he said with a yawn.

“Fucking tired me out.”

With a smile, I placed my hooves on the bed and moved down. He held my shoulders and spread his legs for me until I reached my destination. His cock lay on his thigh—soft and tired.

I settled down to rest my cheek on his thigh, ignoring the heat that flared up between my legs.

It didn't stop me from licking his cock until my nose rested against his balls. I licked them clean, sucking on them before swallowing his cock until it touched my throat.

“My hot little whore,”

he murmured sleepily, but his fingers smoothed my hair back.

I wish he slept in the barn more often.

***

By the time I woke up, he was gone. His thigh was replaced with a pillow. I slowly stretched my arms out as I sat up. The blanket slipped down, and I froze. The wooden door was wide open, and a cold breeze from the open door made me shiver.

Why was it open?

Was he in the operating room?

The open door looked wrong, and I didn't know why, but it scared me.

Yet, I couldn't take my eyes off the doorway.

Had he left it open for me to walk in the garden?

Hesitantly, I pushed the blanket off my hooves and climbed off the bed. When I reached the doorway, I mooed.

Silence.

I listened harder.

Wheezing.

Stumpy.

“Moooo. Mooo. Moo. Moo,”

I mooed until the sound of my voice faded away.

I edged closer to the door. My hooves were behind the wooden line between the two sections of the barn. I peered into the dimly lit room, swallowing when my eyes lingered on the dark shadows lurking in the corners.

Stumpy’s wheezing turned to gurgles.

Yeah, fuck that shit.

I stumbled back and used my hoof to close the door, sighing with relief when I heard the door click.

***

I sat on the edge of the bed, nervously waiting for Owner.

Did he have to leave?

He didn't feed or milk me.

Time seemed to pass more slowly. I’d paced myself out, second-guessing everything.

What if something happened to him?

I turned the television on, hoping the music would help.

It didn't.

Now I sat here fretting about a wide range of scenarios that all ended with my long, slow death.

My eyes never left the door.