Page 40 of Milk & Malice: Vadik (The Caged Hearts Pet Play #6)

Vadik

Three Years Later

I slipped my phone into my pocket when I heard the footsteps. Viktor’s nosiness had evolved into a full-blown obsession. At first, it irritated me. Then it became a point of pride—another notch in my belt. Proof of my brilliance. He’d been wary ever since he tried to follow me home.

He didn’t appreciate the organs I’d left in his flowerbeds. Though I must admit, the intestines draped over his cherry blossom tree were rather pretty. Festive, even.

He was desperate to know about Lena. Stubborn bastard that he was.

The only person with even a sliver of information was the Pakhan, and that was because he held my final will and testament. With a two-decade age gap between us, I had no intention of letting my pet suffer should something happen to me.

The Pakhan hadn’t invited us for Christmas since.

When the door opened, Viktor threw the man into the room, giving him a vicious kick to the face as he strode in. I understood the rage. Any potential attack on the Pakhan was an attack on us all.

Viktor cracked his neck, tilting his head side to side. The brute was Ayla’s godfather, and he took it personally.

Me?

I was not given to bouts of non-conducive emotion. I preferred my scalpel and bone saw. The Pakhan walked in quietly while Viktor hurled Ivan into the chair.

His blue eyes flicked over my table before he gave me a nod. They were dull, but I saw the fury simmering beneath.

Andryúsha, the Pakhan’s driver, had caught Ivan placing a bomb beneath the car. The car that carried his wife and child.

Alek and Irina’s remains flashed through my mind.

“Pakhan, I’m relieved you and your family are safe, and you know I’ll make him suffer,”

I said, snapping my gloves on.

“Make yourself comfortable.”

Viktor strapped Ivan down while the Pakhan removed his suit jacket.

Once I had every name behind the attack, I’d savour the look in Ivan’s eyes when his new reality was unleashed.

Empty and desolate—like Stumpy’s when he died.

My pet was fast asleep, and I could work all night.

Ivan would live a long life. Just not in one piece.

***

I cut the engine and stared at the first light swallowing the darkness. This was how my mind felt when I returned home—not to an empty house with lacklustre walls, but to my obedient, perfect pet.

She could move from barn to house via the ramp and cow door. I never left her outside. Not because I didn’t trust her, but because I didn’t trust the world.

Where rot once festered in my mind, now the bell’s tinkle or her sweet moos brought me back to the present. This was my haven within the chaos.

I yanked the handle and exited the car, inhaling the icy, fresh morning air. After a merciless and visionary period in the operating room, there was nothing better than a second round of violent fucking with my pet.

My naive little fuckcow believed I worked in a hospital saving lives. I let her believe it. Never fully sharing the depths of my rotten soul.

I put the coffee in the machine. I’d need a few espressos to get the job done this morning. While it brewed, I stepped into the shower to rinse off any blood spatter or other stray fragments that might’ve caught in my hair.

I’d learned my lesson when a piece of brain matter once landed on Lena’s perfect ass. Luckily, she was too busy mooing for my cock to notice.

After vigorously scrubbing my hair, I dried off and slipped into my robe. Two espressos later, I opened the barn door.

Her hair was longer now, spread around her, horns protruding proudly from her skull. She looked like a majestic beast born of myth and lore. I’d maintained optimum fat levels to ensure excellent milk production.

I emptied my pockets and set the items beside her before tugging down the blanket—only then realising how hungry I was.

Her breasts were full, heavy. The morning milk was always the sweetest.

I shrugged out of my robe and climbed over her to straddle her legs.

Her gold bell glinted beneath the soft orange light.

I squeezed her breasts together until her nipples met, then latched my mouth over her teat, sucking like my life depended on it.

The instant spray of warm milk made my cock jerk against her belly. I didn’t tease her this morning, I was too hungry for that. My little heifer was so used to my feasting she continued to sleep.

I licked her nipple clean before moving to the next, massaging her mammary glands with slow, steady pressure. It always helped her flow. Her breathing changed. Eyes fluttered open.

“Oh, you’re home,”

she said, arching her back lazily—pushing her tits into my face before smiling.

My greedy little whore. Always ready to be milked and mounted.

“Always. Don’t I keep my promises?”

I murmured, circling my tongue around her nipple.

“Mooooo,”

she replied.

“What did I promise you before I left?”

“That if I went to sleep on time, you’d come home and gag me before creaming my holes,”

she whispered.

I reached for the gag, dangling it over her face.

Her favourite one.

Her eyes lit up at the sight of the soft silicone cock.

“No more mooing for you this morning,”

I said, pressing the cock into her mouth.

She’d take one my size if I let her. Five inches was the limit for her greedy throat.

She swallowed it with that familiar, wet gagging sound deep in her neck as I fastened the strap beneath her head.

I grabbed the lube and a wipe, squeezing a generous amount over my fingertips. When I turned back, her hooves were in the air, thighs spread wide.

Eager little beast.

I shook my head, amused, and reached between us—finding her tight little hole, massaging her rim and the surrounding flesh.

“Always ready for your Owner,”

I murmured, slipping my middle finger into her arse while rubbing her slick clit with my thumb.

The memory of the bone saw slicing through Ivan’s hands made me slide another finger inside. Her lashes fluttered. She clenched around me with a muffled moan.

“First your shithole,”

I rasped, withdrawing my fingers despite her needy whimper, “then your breeding hole.”

Her body twitched when I spread her cheeks and spat directly onto her pulsing hole. The soft squelch made my cock throb. I smeared the spit in slow circles, watching her clit twitch in time with her gagged moans.

“Good girl,”

I whispered, aligning the head of my cock to her back hole.

“You like it filthy. That’s why you’re mine.”

I pushed in slow, letting her stretch—inch by inch—until her thighs trembled and milk dripped from her tits. Her moan vibrated around the gag, muffled and desperate.

“Look at that. Leaking already,”

I groaned, sinking deeper until my hips kissed her flesh and her hooves twitched in the air.

“That’s right. Take every inch in your ass while I pump you full of filth.”

I held her thighs apart, slamming into her now, my balls slapping wetly against her ass. She clenched with every thrust, milking me, begging for more with her eyes.

“You want me to ruin you, don’t you?”

I panted, thrusting harder, faster.

“Turn you into a hole that only knows how to beg, leak and moo.”

Her eyes rolled back when I reached under her and tugged on her bell. It jingled with each thrust.

“I made you,”

I hissed, fisting her tits as I buried myself to the root.

“And now I’ll breed your fuckhole just like I promised.”

I’d never bring another child into this world—she knew that. Still, the degradation made her squirt like a fountain.

Her hooves jerked as I sank into her ass, the tight heat swallowing me like it missed me too. The gag muffled her scream, but I felt the tremble roll through her thighs, all the way to her belly. Her bell jingled again—sharp, delighted, desperate.

“That’s it,”

I rasped, grinding in deeper until her body gave way.

“That’s where you belong. Plugged up and ruined. Just like I made you.”

She pulsed around me, helpless to the pressure. I reached under and slapped her dripping cunt, grinning when her back arched and another stream soaked the bed and my abdomen.

“Good girl. Cream all over yourself. Make a mess for your Owner.”

Her eyes rolled. Her breath stuttered.

I grabbed her hips and used her like she was nothing but a living doll—designed for this, perfected by me. The bell kept chiming, a sweet counterpoint to the wet slap of skin-on-skin and the lewd, suctioned groan of her cunt begging for more. My fingers found her clit and rubbed circles until her moans turned frantic, gag or not.

“You want it in your pussy too?”

I hissed against her cheek, biting the soft skin just below her horn.

“You want both holes dripping for me?”

She nodded violently.

“Too bad. This one’s mine this morning.”

I slammed deep, holding there as I filled her with a long, punishing groan. Warmth flooded her bowels as she spasmed and gushed all over the sheets.

I stayed buried, pressing kisses to her milk-sodden skin as I caught my breath.

“My filthy, perfect cow. No heaven for us. Just this.”

She mooed for me through the gag, soft and sweet, her eyes full of bliss.

“Don’t worry, my sweet. I’ve not forgotten about your breeding hole,”

I murmured, licking a stray droplet of milk.

“I always keep my promises,”

I whispered, pressing a kiss to her swollen udder.

Her eyes glazed, body open and obedient—every inch of her sculpted for me. For this.

I had taken the wreckage of a girl and forged perfection. Flesh, bone, nerve, and will—refined, reshaped, and claimed.

And as she squirmed on my cock, mooing through the gag, I knew there would never be another. No child. No heir.

No legacy but her.

Just the soft jingle of her bell and the taste of her milk.

That was enough.

That was everything to me.

The End.