Lena
Stumpy had rasped and gurgled all night, and Dr Novikov had left the lamp on. There had been no escaping his message. If you don’t comply, you are next. I’d dozed on and off, but I was exhausted. As soon as I saw him, I instinctively knew he would be pleased if I mooed.
But now he was teasing me instead of emptying my breasts. They felt too full and ached. When he didn’t suck but moved on to my other nipple, I mooed again. More urgent.
He chuckled.
“I’m a bad Owner, teasing you like this,” he said with a smile.
Owner.
That word I’d heard him say so many times.
I gasped as his hot mouth closed over my nipple. He covered my breast and sucked hard. I sighed in relief until his fingers worked their way to my waist. Hip. Thigh. My eyes closed, but my legs parted. His fingers moved between my folds. I whimpered when I felt how he slid between them with ease.
I was wet.
Again.
Before I could think, he sucked harder and faster.
He slipped his fingers inside me.
I whimpered again. His fingers didn’t stop.
They drove into me hard. Fast.
There was no build-up. No rhythm. Just brutal, wet thrusts.
He lay beside me, lips locked to my breast, eyes watching everything.
The suction machine pulsed. His tongue circled. My nipple throbbed.
Milk sprayed.
I couldn’t breathe.
Not from fear. Not from panic.
From the pressure. From the heat. From the way his fingers found something deep and wrong and right.
My legs jerked. My hooves scraped the bedding.
I tried to turn my head, to look away.
He caught my jaw and forced my face back to him.
“Stay with me, little cow.”
I moaned. It broke in my throat. My cunt clenched around him, milk gushing from both tits as his fingers fucked the orgasm out of me.
Harder.
Faster.
I came.
It tore through me—violent, filthy, unstoppable.
