Chapter 23

Antroli

M y pretty cow’s face is red and blotchy, streaked with tears. Though I have no feelings for Jessica, I can certainly commiserate with Vrokjan. If I had to send Fiona back to Earth, it would devastate me. With a soft sigh, I run my fingers down her cheek, hoping to infuse all the tenderness and love I have for her in that gesture.

It’s a silly notion. Sentimental. Wholly human. But the things I feel for her, I’ve never felt for any other Icorian. She is my match, my mate, and I’ll be damned if I lose her, too. Thankfully, Nagán doesn’t worry for her safety. After Jessica’s ordeal, he made sure to inspect the other cows we purchased just in case.

From what I can tell, she’s healthy. Maybe not completely happy. But she’s healthy. Right now, that’s all that fucking matters. Leaning down, I score my teeth over her nipples, taking care not to suck from her. I need her milk production up so I can sell off any extra milk to cover the money I’m sending to her family.

It’s not a matter of affordability. It’s more like I don’t want to draw any undue attention to the money going out. I’ve never been one to keep secrets from anyone, mostly Vrokjan, but making sure my cow is happy is priority one. If having a bit of side income keeps her well, then that’s what I’ll do.

Just seeing her lying here, her face screwed up in what looks like abject misery, tears at my heart. Especially because I cannot fix this. There’s nothing I can do to make the pain go away. It’s not like I can bring Jessica back. No human can stay on Icora unless they are a cow.

Reading between the lines of Vrokjan’s simple message, it’s not hard to connect the dots. The serum is making her sick. The only way for her to survive is to reverse the properties. Basically, make her human again. She will have to leave.

I know it. Vrokjan knows it. Fiona knows it.

I wish I could give my precious pet her friend back. I wish I could find a better, easier way to keep her in touch with her family. I wish... I wish we could keep humans for something other than milk production. But the government is steadfast. The population of humans must remain minimal, and they must remain manageable.

They fear an overthrow. And honestly, based on Earth’s history, they have a right to be afraid. Humans are tenacious, innovative, and possess a wealth of ingenuity. The only thing holding them back from conquering the galaxies is their lack of technology.

If they ever manage to reach our level, Celestials help us. Smiling down at my little human, I do my best to keep the shifting expressions off of my face. She’s different than most. She’s so uncomplicated, a gentle soul that seems content just curling up in my lap and letting me pet her.

Granted, she seems to have a thirst for knowledge, but that died out as I gave her more and more pleasure. There’s nothing nefarious lurking behind those lovely brown eyes of hers. Only sorrow. My heart pounds in my chest as I slide my tongue around her taut nipple, earning a whimpered gasp from her lips.

The sorrow will fade. I’ll do my damndest to make sure of it. Sliding my hand up her ribcage, I cup her other breast, feeling the growing weight in my palm. How I wish to drink from her, to suck her milk into my mouth. It’s a torture beyond all reason.

Tearing my mouth away, I drift lower, distracting myself with the sweet taste of her pussy. She’s so fucking wet and needy for me. My cock pulses, driving away all errant thoughts. All I can think about, all I can see, hear, taste, smell, is her. Though I’m pleasuring her to drive away the sadness twisting her about, it’s for me, too.

She needs this. I need this. We both need this moment together. In the midst of great sorrow, pleasure blooms all the more potent. There’s an urgency to her need that’s not normally there, a desperation that feeds my own. Groaning against her slick flesh, I slide a finger inside.

The machine has certainly been doing its job. She clenches around my thick digit, her body hungry for mine. Pulling out, I slide in three. Fiona whimpers and bucks against me, her movements frenetic as she twists about. Can she take four?

I pump in and out a few times, drawing those delicious moans from her lips. This time, I angle my fingers, tenting them a little as I tuck my thumb underneath. If she can take my fist, she can take my cock. It will still be a tight fit, but then she begged me for that bite of pain.

I study her face, noting the glassy look to her eyes. She’s far away, drifting off on a wave of pleasure. Gritting my teeth, I force myself to go slowly. I don’t want to break her. Not like this. The tips of my fingers slide in with little resistance, allowing me to breathe a little bit freer.

When I get to my knuckles, she freezes, her body going rigid. Her face seems unsure as she looks down at me, her eyes wide and wild.

“Relax for me, love,” I soothe, pulling out just a touch. “You can take my fist. I know you can. Just breathe for me. That’s my good girl. In and out. That’s all you have to do. Just lie there and breathe for me. Can you do that? Can you show me how well you take my fist?”

Fiona nods, her teeth worrying her bottom lip as she lies back against the pillows. Her hair splays over the fabrics like a coppery, shimmery curtain as she tosses her head back and forth. But she’s breathing now. That’s the important part. Easing my way back in, I lean up so I can rest my palm against her breastbone.

“I’m going to fuck you today, my little cow,” I rasp. “It is inevitable. Whether you enjoy it or not depends on you. Look at me.” She turns her head and stares deep into my soul. “Now match my breathing. That’s my good girl. I’m going slide my fist into your pussy, and you’re going to take it for me. Is that right?”

“Y- yes, Master,” she whimpers, her core tightening around my fingers as she moans.

“That’s my good fucking girl. Just keep breathing for me.”

She settles under the weight of my palm as her body opens for me. Just a bit more. Slowly, I inch myself in. Once more, my knuckles rest at her entrance. “Look at me, my precious pet. Don’t stop looking at me.”

Taking a deep breath, I twist my hand this way and that, working my fist into her. Though there’s a bit of resistance, I still manage to work my way inside. With a feral grin, I curl my fingers, making a proper fist.

“It’s in there, love,” I murmur against her lips. “You have my fist deep inside your cunt. Such a good little pet for me. Now, let me reward you.”

Keeping my movements small, I rock my fist back and forth, pressing against that spot I know drives humans wild. Fiona tips her head back as shrieks of pleasure fall from her lips. Her body undulates under mine, gyrating as she impales herself on my fist.

Soft words fill the air, pleas on muttered breaths. “Don’t worry,” I answer. “I’m not stopping. My fist will not leave your body until your orgasm washes over you. Come for me, my pet. Let go of everything. Give it all to me. All your fears, your cares, your worries. They’re mine now. Come.”

Fiona’s body stiffens as her mouth drops into a rounded ‘O’. Nothing passes her lips as she shudders around my fist, her release slamming into her hard. Soon, however, the loud cries of her pleasure ring out into the room, shattering the silence for anyone to hear.

My heart swells with pride as I soften my hand and pull it out. Now, she’s ready. Without giving her a moment to overthink things, I line up the tip of my cock with her entrance. Though I know it will still be a snug fit, my cock won’t damage her. She’s dilated enough that I can finally have my way with her.

Surging in, I fill her completely, groaning as her inner walls clamp around my various knots and ridges. She feels like I’ve finally arrived home to the stars above. A groan reverberates through my throat as I force my way past her tight ring of muscles, so I sit fully inside.

Her legs splay out around my hips, barely able to wrap around my torso. I grip her hips, helping her out as I bend low, allowing the stiff, small bits of skin around my base to tease her clit. It’s pleasure and agony wrapped in one tiny little human as she grinds against them, sending shafts of pleasure through my body.

Humming my approval, I rock back and forth, allowing her to accommodate to my girth before I slam into her. My fingers dig into the delicate skin of her inner thighs as I revel in the arousal dripping from her body. As I pull out, she whimpers, the sound raw and needy as she gazes up at me with such desperation.

“Mine,” I roar, slamming hard into her.

Fiona’s body slides up the bed, her head almost hitting the back. But I don’t allow it. Any pain she receives will be at my hand. Holding her in place, I use her as my personal fucktoy. Just as I promised I would. I piston in and out, filling her up with my massive cock, only to drag it from her body, leaving her wanting.

My balls tighten up the closer I get. Pinpricks of pleasurable agony skitter down my spine and travel up my shaft. As much as I want to draw this out, torturing us both, I know I can’t hold out much longer. She’s far too enticing. I want nothing more than my cum to drip from her body.

With that thought, I slam in one last time, roaring as my seed shoots into her. Holding her close, I continue to torment myself as the shafts tremble over her slick skin, urging her toward another orgasm. Her body bows up as micro spasms ripple through her core. A long, loud groan slices through the air as her body milks me, forcing out every last bit of cum.

Reaching between her thighs, I stroke her clit, giving her the pressure she needs to finally go over the edge one more time with me. Her release is a thing of beauty. Fiona thrashes about on the bed as she screams again, her voice raw as emotions drip from her body.

Sobs fill the air as she continues to shudder on my cock. Again, I rest my palm over her breastbone, giving her the only comfort I know how.

“Let it out, my pet. Don’t stop until every bit is out.”

With my free hand, I release her bonds and gather her into my arms. With my cock still buried deep inside, I turn us both over so she can lie on top. This new position stretches her out a bit more, despite the fact that I’m softening just a touch.

Her soft whimpers of discomfort make me stir once more. But she needs rest. She needs to purge. She needs space to grieve. It’s my job to give her that. After she is well again, I’ll take her. Over and over, I’ll fuck her senseless until all she can think about is my lips taking milk from her body as my cock forces cum into her pussy and ass.

Wrapping my arms around her, I hold my precious cow close to me. It may be her loss that she mourns, but it’s my worry for the future that has me clutching onto her and gluing her to my side. I cannot even think what would happen if I lost her. I honestly don’t know how Vrokjan will manage. I would go feral without my pet by my side.