Chapter 15

Fiona

U nsure of what to do with the towel, I clutch it to my midsection and walk back into the room. All thoughts of the McMurry twins flee my brain as I watch Master Antroli stroke himself next to the bed. His fingers glide down the round, bulbous sections of his cock until his hand stretches out so wide near his hips that he can’t even close it around the girth.

He groans as bits of skin quiver at the base, dancing along his skin in a way my brain can’t fully comprehend. It doesn’t matter though. The lurid sound dripping from his lips makes my body tingle from head to toe as arousal gathers at my pussy.

“Why do you still have that infernal cloth? I told you to remove it.”

“I- Well- You see… I wasn’t sure where to put it. And I didn’t want to mess up your lovely bathroom.”

A smile teases the edges of his lips as he strides forward and plucks the towel from my grasp. “I have been remiss in my education. I apologize.” Turning, he motions for me to follow him back into the bathroom.

There, on the wall just behind the door, he places his hand over a decorative circle. At least, I think it’s decorative. That is, until his hand suctions onto it. When he holds the towel in front, it’s sucked out of his hand without any hesitation.

Fascinated, I walk over and wave my hand in front, giggling as I feel the pull of the air dragging through it. So simple, yet so genius. I feel as though I’ve seen something similar on Earth in one of those late-night infomercials. However, being on Icora, it seems far more advanced.

“All dirty items are sucked up in here and taken down to the washroom. Sometime during the day, it will be replaced by the workers. Now then, on the bed. You’ve delayed the inevitable long enough.”

My knees quake as I follow him to the bed. Nothing he’s done so far has been just horrendous. Unfortunately, my brain isn’t wanting to dwell on the pleasurable sensations delivered by his hand. Now, it wants to conjure up every sci-fi horror movie I’ve ever seen.

Is this when implantation happens? I’m being ridiculous. I know it. In my heart, I know he wouldn’t harm me on purpose. But that still doesn’t mean he can’t harm me by accident. I’m not a short woman by any means. Yet, this behemoth overshadows me by at least half a foot or more.

He stops short and turns, his mouth turned down into a fierce frown. “Why are you frightened? I have no raccoons here.”

A hysterical laugh slips from my lips as I contemplate the utter ridiculousness of that sentence. “It’s not the raccoons I’m worried about. Then again, I’m not sure if I even want to think about what an Icorian raccoon would look like or act like. I’m sure it would be huge and unhinged.”

“Then what frightens you, sweet cow?”

Sliding past, I climb onto the bed and pull my knees into my chest so I can rest my head on them as best as my new boobs will let me. When that doesn’t work, I turn to my side and curl up that way. Master Antroli frowns, his brows dipping a bit as he sits on the edge.

“I’m worried you’ll hurt me.”

His smile returns full force, showing off a row of blinding white teeth. “But you like it when I hurt you. I plan to cause you such delicious agony that you can’t help but shake the ranch with the force of your moo.”

My lips quiver into a weak smile. “That’s not what I mean. I mean… maybe hurt isn’t the word. Harm? You’re so big, and I’m not allowed to fight you or say no.”

His eyes darken a touch as he stands up and paces back and forth. His lips tilt down as he rubs his finger underneath, presumably in thought. “No,” he eventually sighs. “You can’t say no to me or any other Rancher for that matter. It’s a concern to be sure. But understand this, I never fully break my pets. I’m not like other Icorians who dominate by sheer will and force. I want you to submit to me. I want you to crave my ownership.”

Pausing, he kneels down and reaches out to run his fingers down the side of my face. “I cannot predict the future. I cannot tell you I will never harm you. Accidents happen. But I can tell you I will try my damndest to mitigate any risk. You are the most precious thing I own. I will burn all of Icora down to keep you safe.”

My heart pounds in my chest at his words. But at the end of the day, I’ll always be his cow and he’ll always be my Master and Owner. Closing my eyes, I lean into his touch, allowing myself to feel the affection flowing from him. I don’t dare think of it in childish terms as love.

He hasn’t known me long enough for that. Lust, most definitely. But love? Can a Rancher even feel such a thing towards something he considers an animal? It’s hard to think he doesn’t when he touches me with such tenderness, such reverence.

It heals something in my heart, pieces together broken, jagged edges I didn’t even know were there. Though forever seems so absurd, so far away, I can certainly indulge in the here and now. With Master Antroli, I feel far less alone.

“Your mind is so far away, Fiona,” he murmurs, running his thumb over my bottom lip. “Where does it go?”

I drag in a ragged breath and force myself to chuckle. “Places I’m sure aliens know nothing about.”

“Try me. Icora might have a different way of interacting than Earth, but I guarantee you, core needs are the same no matter where you travel.”

“Even on the prison planets and savage ones?”

His fingers stiffen as something akin to rage flashes behind his eyes. “I cannot even begin to fathom what their needs are. Besides, we are not speaking of those who commit atrocities for the sadistic fun of it. We’re talking about you.”

“I was just thinking of my life back on Earth. That’s all.”

Again, he stiffens for a moment before pulling away. “I see.”

“No, Master. You really don’t.” Sliding over, I turn his face toward mine. “I was so lonely on Earth. Yes, I had my family, and they certainly helped fill the void, but that was only when I was home. Which, let’s be honest, was rare. I soothed myself by sending money, thinking monetary gifts would make up for me being so far away all the time. It eased my conscience a bit. My brothers were expected to go out and do great things. But not me. Never me.”

Taking in a shuddery breath, I do my best to keep my tears at bay. “Mum always thought I’d be by her side until I settled down and married someone local. When I took my job, she gave me her blessing. But I saw the hurt in her eyes. Her wee bairn dinnae want to be by her side, a homemaker making wee bairns of her own.”

Master Antroli tilts his head to the side for a moment before grinning. “It’s never too late. Granted, I can’t reverse the part of the serum allowing you to conceive. Not yet, anyway, but we can still practice.”

His devilish smile makes my stomach flip as he crawls on top of me, pinning me to the bed. Unbidden, my thighs part, allowing him full access to my body. My breasts feel heavy again. Not quite as full as earlier, but I know I’ll need to be milked again soon.

Just thinking of his lips on my nipples, pulling my milk from me, makes my core spasm with need. Master Antroli smiles down, his grin wolfish and predatory. Spreading my thighs even more, he kneels between them.

The thick head of his cock brushes my slit, drawing a ragged cry from my lips. “So needy,” he murmurs, bringing his fingers down to my clit. “So very needy. But you’ve already been satisfied today. Now, it’s my turn.”

My eyes roll back into my skull as he drags his thumbs up and down my lower lips, spreading me out to accommodate him. There’s no way he’ll fit. I saw how big he was. Granted, I don’t know just how much of him he can stuff into me without causing damage, but I know, no matter how relaxed I am, no matter how turned on I am, his massive cock just isn’t going in.

Instead of fear, an intense arousal swamps my senses. Not that I want him to harm me or anything. But the very idea of him stretching me so full I can’t take anymore has a certain charm and allure. I’ve never been stuffed to the point where I can’t take one more inch, and part of me wants to see just what my limit is.

Glancing back up at him, I note the pinched expression on his face as he studies my pussy. “It’s not going to bite,” I tease, hoping to ease some of the anxiety souring the air.

“And here I thought Earth girls devoured their mates. Like female mantises biting the heads off their sexual partners.”

I dissolve into a pile of giggles at that thought. “Well. I mean. There was that one movie. But no. No teeth. I can promise you.”

Master Antroli slides his hand under my ass cheek and grips the tender flesh until I cry out. Once I’m distracted by the discomfort of his hand, he guides his tip forward, pushing into me with slow, easy movements.

Fuck me. Just his head is enough to make me gasp as it stretches me out. Groaning, I writhe on the bed, needing more of him, needing him to send me back to the heavens so I can forget about my duties and responsibilities. I want only to feel and no longer be able to think.

He can do that. I know he can. He’s done it before. I just need him to do it again and again until I forget all about Earth and the people on it. Biting down on my lower lip, I rock my hips, desperate to take him in even deeper.

The sharp sting of his hand on my inner thigh rings out in my ears moments before I actually feel it. “Settle,” he barks out. “I do not wish to tear you.”

My eyes widen as I look at him, noting the intensity of his gaze. “You’re serious?”

“Deadly. You’re the first I’ve attempted this with. Normally, I don’t enter a cow until they’ve been properly stretched out. Now, cease your movements or I’ll tie you down to the bed.”

A wicked smile curves my lips as I move my hips once more. Gently this time to make sure I don’t hurt myself. As he pulls out, I contemplate the intelligence of my actions. I miss the feel of him already. I miss the warmth of his body, the stretch of his cock, but most importantly, the feel of his skin against mine.

Thankfully, there was no hint of malice in his eyes as he leaves me and heads over to a nearby wall. He presses his hand against the smooth surface, and I watch in fascination as a light runs down his palm before a door opens up. Inside resides so many things I don’t have a name for, but before I can fully figure it out, he grabs a few items and closes it back up.

“Hands above your head,” he barks out.

“And if I don’t?” I tease, my insides clenching at that look of delicious retribution in his gaze.

“If you don’t, I won’t allow you pleasure while I milk you before dinner. Choose your next actions carefully, my rebellious cow.” Not wishing to deny myself the ecstasy I know he can provide, I lift my hands above me. “That’s my good girl,” he croons, lashing me to the headboard.

With swift movements, he spreads my legs wide and ties my ankles to the opposite posts until I’m spread eagle in front of him.

“So fucking wet for me,” he groans, coming back to kneel between my splayed thighs. He takes in a deep breath and grunts as he strokes himself. “Celestials, an Icorian can get addicted to your scent.”

Bringing his cock back down to my entrance, he teases my opening with his thick head, spreading me open for him before sliding it up to bump against my clit. Strangled moans fill the room as pleasure arcs through me like summer lightning across the moors.

I’m delirious, unthinking as I try to jut my hips back up in the air. But I’m stuck, forced to endure this endless pleasure at his hands. Desperation tightens everything as my lips round out to form a pleading moo.

But all he does is chuckle as he pushes into me. It’s far too slow for my needs. I want him to fuck me with wild abandon. I want him to take me with the passion I see simmering in his eyes as he stares down at me in wonder.

He doesn’t.

He fucking takes his fucking time, sliding into me one agonizing millimeter after another until I’m stuffed so full, yet still so fucking empty.

“Please tell me you’re in already,” I moan, thrashing about as best as I can within my bonds.

“Not even close, sweetheart.” Again, he pulls out, dragging a string of curses from my lips.

“Now, now, such language is unbecoming of a cow,” he chides, chuckling under his breath. “Look down.”

His cock shines from my arousal dripping from him, but only from like the first fourth or so of his cock. Only his head is completely wet. The rest simply has a line from where it dripped down.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter under my breath.

“To be honest, you’ve taken a bit more than I expected. Let’s try for the next knot, shall we?”

Again, I look down at his massive cock and gulp. “And if I can’t?”

With a grin, he holds up a shiny object. “That’s what this is for. It will help your body accommodate me. Don’t worry, my greedy little minx. I’ll fully fuck you as soon as your body will let me.”

Dropping the metal thing onto my breastbone, he eases his cock back in. This time, he strokes my clit, making my mind drift with the pleasure coursing through my body. He rocks back and forth, teasing me with his head, giving me just enough to want even more.

Soon, I feel the shifting of his muscles against my inner thighs as he pushes in a little further. My moans take on a fevered pitch, tinged with a thin wail of discomfort. It hurts, but by god it feels so fucking good.

“That’s it, my precious little cow,” he groans. “You’re doing so well. You’re taking me so fucking well. Just relax for me. Let me stretch you wide. Celestials,” he bites out. “You drive me fucking crazy. Your scent, your taste, the way your pussy clenches with each push into you. You make me fucking feral.”