Chapter 18

Antroli

A flash of jealousy races through me so hot I can barely contain it. My arms tighten around my cow for a moment, but I let go as I feel her squirm against me. As much as I want to rip these humans limb from limb, it won’t do any good.

She’s here now. She’s mine for at least a year. It doesn’t matter who she fucked or has been with before me. The only thing we take into account before removing them from Earth is if they have a spouse. Fiona isn’t married to them. This isn’t just evidenced by the fact that she’s here with me, but also because her mother seems insistent that Fiona give either of them a chance.

Snuggling back into my arms, my beautiful Highland chuckles it off, but there’s something tight in the sound. It isn’t as carefree as it had been earlier. “They’re nobodies. Farmers, ironically, that live near my parents. The only reason Mum wants me to settle down with one of them is because she thinks it will keep me close to her. She still doesn’t understand the need to roam about thick and hot in my blood.”

“And that’s it? There’s nothing else between you and them?”

“Why, Master Rancher,” she laughs. “Are you jealous?”

“Extremely.” It feels odd admitting it out loud, but it’s the truth.

“You don’t need to worry about them. I’ve never fancied them in any sort of capacity. Certainly not like I fancy you.” Fiona leans up and tries to kiss me, but I pull her away.

“Then explain your tone. There’s something not right here, and I would like to know the truth.”

“The truth?” she hedges. “I- You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me.”

With a sigh, she hangs her head. “I’m still worried I messed up your computer thingy. Usually, on Earth, when a screen goes black, it’s not a good thing. At least, it hasn’t been when it happened on my laptops.”

I give my poor pet an indulgent smile. “And how often would that happen?”

Again, she hedges, no doubt not wanting to admit how inept she is with technology. Not that she will ever know this, but I find her lack of skill endearing in a way. Yet one more facet she’ll need to depend on me with.

“Let’s just say no computer is safe around me.”

Laughing, I swipe my fingers across the screen in the familiar pattern until my portion of the drive pops up. “There. You see? Good as new.”

“Ahhh. I think I see. So it’s password protected. That makes sense.”

My brows furrow a bit as I puzzle through her words. “No. There is no password given. This is just how these machines operate.”

She pushes back against me, her eyes wide. “Then how do you keep your data safe? How do you keep sensitive information away from prying eyes?”

“Don’t look so horrified, little heifer. Here on Icora, that need is simply not there. We respect each other and their boundaries. No one would ever dare touch another’s machine. It’s just not something we do. Now then, I must prepare you for dinner. No doubt your breasts are heavy with milk.”

“Yes,” she murmurs, as if deep in thought. “Very.”

Shaking my head, I help her out of my shirt and bring it over to the laundry hole. I’ll never understand humans and their inquisitive minds. If I ever have a question, I need only ask. Nothing is kept from each other on Icora. We don’t have secrets.

Well… I guess that’s not entirely true. I didn’t keep secrets until Fiona came into my life. Not that allowing her to speak to her family is against the rules. But I don’t dare bring that up to anyone else. They might misconstrue my actions and call my mental faculties into question. Best if I just keep this information to myself.

I motion for her to crawl over to the spanking bench. Without any fuss or fight, she does what she’s told. Her fiery red hair splays around her face like a curtain, covering her breasts as she crawls. When she sits back on her heels, her stiff nipples poke out from between the strands, making my cock hard.

“Now then, I recall you asking about coffee.”

The way her eyes light up nearly takes my breath away. She’s so happy, so content to be my cow. It seems as if there are only a few more things needed for her to be truly at peace here. Unfortunately, as much as I want to, I can’t give her all her heart desires.

“Yes, Master? I promise if I could have a cup a day, I’ll be the best cow ever for you.”

A dark chuckle rumbles through my chest. “No. You’ll be a good cow regardless, or you’ll get punished.” She shivers at my threat, making my cock pulse behind the confines of my suit.

“Yes, Master,” she grumbles, her tone petulant.

“I wish I could give you some, but that is not one of the allotted things cows are allowed to have.” When her face crumples, my heart goes out to her.

So many things have changed in such a short span of time. I can understand and sympathize with how devastating this must be. When I help her up to the milking stand, she doesn’t resist. But then, she doesn’t exactly go with enthusiasm.

“I can’t give you coffee, but I can possibly give you an alternative?” Her face perks up, but the smile doesn’t go all the way to her eyes. “Unfortunately, your addicting bean also alters the flavor of the milk. However, I have, in my possession, a plant with the same mind-altering chemical compounds, but it doesn’t taint the taste.”

“I see,” she murmurs, her tone skeptical. “What’s the catch?”

“Catch?” I repeat, confusion fuzzing my brain for a moment. “It is a plant. No need to catch it. It’s there in the ground for the plucking.”

Finally, that soft smile returns to her lips. “No, Master,” she chuckles. “Let me try again. “What do I have to do to get this magical plant elixir?”

“Ahhh. For that, all you have to do is to be a good cow for me.”

I slide her hair away from her chest, letting it fall down her back like a copper waterfall. Her nipples jut out, stiff and swollen. Her poor breasts are so engorged, so painfully full. Urging her forward, I attach the suction cups.

For a moment, there’s a wince of pain on her face as they pull the milk from her, but when it finally flows, she sags against the metal, relief etched on her face. She looks so serene, so content.

Unzipping my suit, I stroke myself to the sight of her. She rests there while I pleasure myself, gliding my hand up and down as I stare at her swollen breasts and arousal trickling onto the seat.

“Touch yourself,” I rasp out, gripping the metal.

With a soft moan, she parts her pussy lips and strokes her clit. When she leans back, I can see the tight bundle of nerves peeking out, just as stiff as her nipples jutting up from her. Such a needy little cow.

I bite down on my lower lip as pleasure surges through me. This is what she does to me. This is the need she pulls from my body with every breathy moan and needy whine.

With my free hand, I fumble about in my pocket, doing my best to grab the small baggie containing my planet’s version of caffeine, all while keeping my suit perched around my hips. With my cum and this substance, my little heifer will have the caffeine she so desperately desires.

“Turn your face toward me.”

I thread my fingers through her hair, anchoring her face as I bring the tip up to her lips. Without hesitation, she opens her mouth and swallows me inside. Groaning, I rock back and forth, filling her as much as her jaw will widen to allow me.

She wraps her lips around me, sucking in earnest. My balls draw up in response, sending frissons of sensation racing up and down my spine. Though I was depleted not that long ago, everything aches as if I haven’t come in days.

Gripping her hair, I hold her head in place as I piston in and out of her mouth. Her soft moans as she laps at my tip thrum through my brain, turning everything to mush. All I can think about is her.

“Celestials,” I bite out. “I’m so fucking close. Keep licking me like that. You’re such a good girl for me. Here, grip the base of my cock. It’s going to take both hands, my pet. That’s it. Just like that. Squeeze me. Milk my cock the way the machine milks your breasts.”

“Yes, Master,” she whimpers, as she pulls her mouth away, squirming on the bench.

Her hips rock back and forth with the same insistence as mine. The machine must be tormenting her dearly. Pulling away, I smile at the pout gracing her lovely face. Hunching down, I move her hips so that she’s back on all fours.

After a moment or two of fiddling with the machine deep in her pussy, a small piece comes out and latches onto her clit. It must have a sentience of its own. Unerringly, it massages her insistent bundle of nerves until she’s quivering on the bench, begging for more.

“You want your coffee, yes?”

“Yes, Master,” she cries out.

“Then bring your pretty lips back over here and finish the job.”

Fiona sucks me in earnest, making my eyes cross from the pleasure of her mouth. Her nimble fingers wrap around my base, gliding up and down, twisting this way and that as she does her best to please me.

This leaves my hands free to knead her breasts, allowing me to feel the soft skin under my fingertips. The machine continues to milk her as I force more of that precious fluid to drain into the tubes.

She cries out around my tip, her body tightening as an orgasm rips through. Until this moment, I didn’t realize I could fall even deeper for this human. Seeing and feeling her fall apart as she fucks me with her mouth is a pleasure I’ve never known before.

Since most humans require this coffee at the start of their day, I plan to start every morning just like this. It will be our own little ritual. Groaning, I pull the cups away from her nipples and take her hands away from me.

“Such a good little pet,” I moan, taking matters into my own hands. “Open wide for your Master.”

When she cranes her jaw open, I aim my tip at her mouth. Soon, thick, hot cum spurts onto her tongue. With a loud shout, I continue to empty myself into her, using her parted lips as my disposal. As I pull away, I shake the baggie, bringing all the particles to the front.

I press my thumb onto her bottom lip, keeping her mouth open as I sprinkle it onto the bits of cum coating her tongue. “Now swallow.”

Her eyes widen as the flavors combine in her mouth. I watch in fascination as her jaw and throat move as she tries to swallow me down. After several moments, she wipes her lips and slides her fingers into her mouth as she moans.

“Just like that heavenly brew,” she sighs. “But I don’t understand. How?”

I give her a quick shrug as I pull my suit back on. “I’ve been told by other Ranchers that their humans either love or hate the taste of our essence. Those who crave coffee seem to derive great pleasure in the taste. Those who don’t imbibe seem to abhor it.”

“I’m certainly not in the second category.”

“Good. Because this will be your morning ritual. From now on, I will be your morning coffee. It’s time to prepare you for dinner.”

I look her over, noting the flush on her cheeks. Though she will always look lovely to me, she’s so fucking pretty after she’s been fucked. Reaching between her thighs, I take the attachment off so she can move without issue.

“You said I’m not allowed to have meat. Does this mean I’m going out into the pasture?”

“No. You will eat by my side. There will be a bowl for you with everything you need for your nutrition. Now come. The others are hungry, and I know I could use a decent meal after everything we’ve done today.”

“But my hair-”

“Leave it. I want everyone to know just how satisfied you are.”

“Yes, Master,” she murmurs, dropping her gaze to the floor.

Clicking the lead back on her collar, I urge her out and into the hallway. Voices drift down from the kitchen, alerting me that we will, in fact, be the last ones there. Thankfully, no one pays us any mind as we slip in.

Everyone is far more fascinated by the lurid display to even notice us. Vrokjan and Jessica put on a show for the other Ranch Hands, but I find no delight in seeing her pale, slick flesh being toyed with. I have my own cow to see to those needs.

Motioning to a pillow, I watch as Fiona kneels, her body sinking down into the soft, downy square. It’s as if we’re already of one mind and heart. I don’t even have to speak to her. She knows exactly what I want and how I want it.

Who knew I could ever be this happy? Smiling down at my pet, I almost miss the bits of conversation around me, but soon, Vrokjan’s voice booms above the rest.

“Fiona has already been prepared for tonight’s dinner. I guess it’s time I do the same for you.” He grabs the lead and takes her away.

Off to the side, Fiona watches in fascination, but says nothing. The others stroke themselves as they watch my boss and his cow leave, but soon turn their gazes to mine. Let them look. Let them touch themselves.

At the end of the day, they know she’s mine and will only be satisfied by me. Still though, my little pet leans against me, her eyes trained to the floor. Soon, she’ll get used to their stares. Just like she’ll get used to everything else here on Icora.