Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Fiona

M y lips part as another moan slips past. Or is it a moo? I honestly can't tell anymore. All I know is an all-consuming need as it ripples across my body. I need this alien like I need air, like I need the milk fully drained from my still-engorged breasts, but most importantly, like I need his body against mine.

I've never known such desperation before, and in my mind, what small, rational part remains, I wonder if it's all the serum, or if part of me craves this stranger's possession? It's nearly unfathomable as I stretch out my body over his. Yet, it somehow feels so fooking right.

His massive, bulbous head prods my entrance, but based on what I saw earlier, there's no way he's going to fit. Granted, I've had my fair share of large cocks before, but this one takes the piss. Quite literally. Or do they even piss?

My mind is frantic, bursting from one thought to the next, like glow worms lighting up for their mates across the Scottish moors. Try as I might, I can't get it to settle on one thought. Perhaps I'm just too afraid of the agony his cock will cause and so I use mental humor as a defense mechanism.

Such insight while I'm mere moments away from being torn in two by a dick the size of a large man's forearm, with odd ridges and bulges to boot. Mum always did want me to go into the medical field as opposed to technology. What would she think if she saw me now? Counseling myself while resting upon this behemoth of an alien instead of a quack's bench?

The mental image alone is enough to drive out the fear for a moment. I resist the urge to snort, knowing my captor will have no clue why my turn of thought is so hysterical. Honestly, I don't think I can even explain it without either confusing or offending him.

Probably both.

"How do you Earthlings do it?" he grumbles, his chest vibrating against me with every syllable.

And just like that, my mind snaps back to where I am and who I'm on. But more importantly, the pulse of Master Antroli's massive cock pulsing against the crack of my arse.

"Do what?" There's a plaintive sound in my question, one I'm not used to hearing.

"Drift off into your mind, far away from reality. It's a phenomenon I've never understood."

He wants to talk about psychiatry now? His cock jerks against me as his hands slide down my back. And yet he has the coherency to talk about this? If I were in a far more coherent frame of mind, I'd be more than happy to counter his question with a few of my own.

But the words escape me. They've fled from my lips and brain the moment I first woke up on that ship, disoriented and out of my mind with sheer need. But now is not the time to talk. That can wait.

With a groan, I wriggle back and forth, shuddering at the heat radiating off of him. It coils through me, filling me up from the inside out. Unable to help myself, I drop my head against his chest and nuzzle his skin.

So right. Yet so wrong.

I should be fighting him and these feelings. I should be clawing at his skin as I scream like a banshee. But I don't want any of that. In some twisted way, I want him.

Though I don't even know the bastard, I want to feel his hands on my body, owning me, mastering me, and giving me those things I've desired in secret but never spoken out loud.

It's as if he's known me from the moment I existed. My own fooking wet dream come to life. Granted, in my fantasies, he wasn't blue and had a more manageable cock. But that doesn't diminish the god I've created with every smutty book I've read and every swipe of my fingers as I sought my pleasure.

God, I've been so lonely for so fooking long. It feels nice to have someone want me like this. He seems just as desperate, just as obsessed. At least I hope he is. Lifting my head, I look over at him.

His eyes darken as his fingers wrap around my arms, anchoring me to him. The sliver of restraint he holds in place seems to wear thin as he continues to look at me. How I wish he'd let whatever noble intentions fall by the wayside and just fook me. Hell, death by sex sounds so good right now.

"Tell me, human," he groans. "What thoughts lurk behind those pretty brown eyes of yours? I can do many things, but reading your mind is not one of them."

Without thinking of self-preservation, I crawl up his body and thread my fingers through his hair. This time, I'm the one in control as I slant my lips over his, kissing him with all the desire I possess welling up within me.

Another growl vibrates the air around us as he holds me tightly against his chest. With an agility I've never before witnessed, he clutches me tighter against his body as he turns us over. In a flash, we're no longer on the bench. Instead, he somehow managed to roll us over and onto the floor so that my back rests against the soft hay.

Still, he holds himself aloft, so he doesn't squish or harm me. Such strength. Such virility. All it does is amp up the arousal until it drips from me, coating our bodies until every movement causes him to slide against me.

Pulling back for a moment, he stares down at me, his lips an angry slash against his face. "I know I have been lenient with you, my precious little Highland, but you are not in control here. You will never be in control."

His hand grabs my wrists and pulls them up, stretching me out beneath him. He looms over me, his breath coming in harsh gasps that scrape his chest against my aching nipples. Again, that soft sound drips from my lips, disappearing into the wind to join the others around me.

Perhaps if I lie to myself, I can pretend it's others mooing in desperation, and not me. But then… he hears everything and misses nothing. At the delicate sound, his lips curl into a devastating grin.

"Oh, my sweet, little heifer. Breaking you will be the most enjoyable thing I ever do in this lifetime."

His dark words shouldn't entice me. They shouldn't call to me, begging me to let him do whatever he wants. But I'm far past caring. "Please," I whimper, the sensations overwhelming me to the point of begging. "Master, I beg of you."

"Oh, I hear you. Trust me on this. I know just what you need, and I plan to give it to you." He notches his fingers at my entrance. "Every fucking inch." With each word, he slides in just a touch further, filling me up with his thick digits. "And when I'm done, I'll stuff your pretty little pussy full of my cock until you're so full, you won't be able to breathe."

"God, yes!" I cry out, my core spasming around his intrusion.

He pulls out, then presumably adds another finger. It's the only explanation as to why I somehow feel even more full. It certainly can't be his dick. Each glide in and out is aided by the arousal just pouring out of me with each brutal thrust.

Gone is the nice, kind, and compassionate Rancher who was so gentle with me. In his place is a ravenous beast set to devour me. Each jerk of his wrist moves me against the hay, scraping my back against the floor.

The bite of pain, however, only drives my need even higher. He leans his head down and captures my nipple between his teeth, his lips curving against my breast. I hold my breath, every inch of me tightening as I wait for him to drink from me.

But he doesn't. The bastard simply tortures me with his lips, teeth, and tongue, teasing me but not giving me relief. His fingers tighten against my wrist, holding me still as his other slams into me harder, drawing ragged yelps from my lips.

"Please!" I cry out, everything in me screaming for release. "Please, Master!"

He lifts his head only high enough to speak. "Moo for me again, my willful little Highland. Let this whole barn hear just how much you crave me."

My mind splinters as he lowers his lips and sucks, drawing milk out of my breast and into his mouth. "Moo!" I scream out, no longer caring who hears me.

It's not as if anyone actually cares. It's what I'm here for. It's what we're here for. There's no use pretending things to be different. Not when it grants me the most exquisite pleasure I've ever experienced in my life.

Master Antroli pulls away from my nipple. "That's my good girl," he groans, making lazy circles on my clit with his thumb.

Such a simple sentence, and yet, it means the world to me. He might never say it again, and God knows he'll never say it in front of another Rancher. In that moment, however, I'm not just his cow. I'm his woman. His human woman.

My inner walls clamp down around his fingers as I moo again, the sound filled with desperation and longing. Switching to the other breast, he sucks from me again, forcing me to ride that razor-sharp line between pain, pleasure, and relief. I can no longer process what's happening to me.

No thoughts flit in and out of my brain, disrupting my orgasm as with other men. The physical sensations are far too much for me to drift. I feel everything with such aching clarity, I want to sob.

Tears gather in my eyes as I arch up against him, groaning as his fingers curl, hitting that spot I love. He rams into it over and over, making me see stars with every stroke.

"I'm going to let you go now. Don't you dare move, or I'll deny you your orgasm. You will no doubt test me in many ways, but in this instance, do so at your peril."

The moment his hand leaves my wrist, the temptation to bring them back down slams into me. It's not out of the need to be disobedient, but to keep from being so open, so vulnerable. Biting down on my lower lip, I press the back of my hands against the hay, clutching the strands to keep me grounded.

For a few moments, Master Antroli watches me, seeing what I'll do. His fingers remain still inside my pussy, giving me only sensation but no pleasure. It's miserable. God only knows how worse it would be for me if I actually did disobey him.

Strands of desire weave around us, tying me to him as successfully as any captor who convinces their prey to fall in love with them. Only, for me, all it took was a fingerbang to surpass all other fingerbangs. It wasn't days, weeks, months, or even years of fighting him before I succumbed.

It was a matter of minutes.

I should be horrified with myself that I could give in so quickly, but in my heart, I know I've found the one I want to be with. It makes no logical sense, and honestly, it's why I trust it. All my life, I've been governed by facts and numbers.

Master Antroli and I just fit.

"It must be so hard for you," he croons, running his fingers down my breastbone. "I see the war in your eyes, the conflict in the way you twitch. Shall I reward you then for being so obedient?"

"Please, Master Rancher. My body is yours."

For a moment, he freezes. Everything goes ramrod as he looks down at me. "You can't possibly mean what you say. It must be some delirium that affects humans. I'll have Master Nagán check on you when we're back at the ranch."

A smile curls my lips as I lie there underneath him. "There is no need. I can tell you right now, I am not ill. I just want you. It's as simple as that. You complete something in me I never knew was missing."

Master Antroli bends low, caging my head with his hand. "Then allow me to complete you further, my most precious possession." One kiss is all he gives me before pulling away and walking over to the milking bench. "Come," he barks out.

Confused, I go to stand, but he shakes his head. "Crawl to me. Soon, you'll not only be my cow, but look it as well. I want to see you crawl as you are, as a human wishing to please her alien master."

Heat floods my body at his humiliating request. Unfortunately, I cannot find it in me to disobey. Something twists in my gut at the idea of debasing myself for this alien, and all it does is make me burn even hotter. I want his admiration. I want those approving smiles and praises. More than that, however, I want the orgasm promised in his words.

Rolling over onto my hands and feet, I crawl. Thankfully, the soft hay cushions my movements. It seems as if they've thought of everything. Craning my neck up, I watch Master Antroli.

His chest heaves with each deep breath as his eyes darken. The massive cock twitches with each crawl forward, a show of approval if I've ever seen one. I take my time, dragging out this moment for as long as I dare, but soon, I kneel at his feet, feeling nothing but satisfaction.

"Master Rancher. I have a request if you please?"

My alien's lips twitch as he gazes down at me. "You may request. I will decide whether or not to grant it."

"I would like to taste you."