Chapter 29

Antroli

V rokjan and I stand by as one of the Medical Personnel pulls her into the small, sterile room. Tears shine in my little heifer’s eyes as they lay her down on the table and bustle about, preparing the new serum. Love pounds in my chest as I lean over and touch her cheek with as much tenderness as I can manage.

Anger still thrums through my body, even as Jakroon’s rage-filled howls fill the halls. He will suffer greatly. Yet, it still enrages me to know it’s not because of his treatment toward Fiona, but his actions against the capital that have him awaiting punishment.

Looking back down at my cow, my heart swells as she whimpers, the adrenaline finally falling from her system. She jerks about as shivers and spasms race through her, bringing concerned glances from the other Medical Personnel.

“Where is Nagán,” Vrokjan snarls. “I want him to be the one to attend her. Not you three.”

“I assure you-”

“I’m here,” Nagán calls out, shoving himself into the room. “I heard what was going on.” With a snap of his fingers, he motions for them to leave. They seem reticent, but soon drift out, leaving us alone. “As if they think they know better than a Medical Rancher,” he grumbles under his breath, looking Fiona over.

“What’s wrong with her?” I cry out, my throat nearly closing as panic assails me. There’s no way I can lose her now.

“Celestials,” Nagán spits out. “Just as dramatic as Vrokjan. I’m here now, so let me do my job.” Turning to Fiona, he gives her a tight smile. “Things will be uncomfortable for you for a bit, but I will do my best to keep the discomfort to a minimum.”

“I’m here, my precious pet,” I murmur, running my hand over her hair.

“About that,” Nagán sighs. “It will be better if you leave. She’s badly injured, and I need my full attention to attend to her. She’ll only be distracted with you here. Both of you leave. She is not in any danger of dying. I can assure you of that.”

“Now listen-” I cry out as Vrokjan places his hand on my chest and pushes me backward.

“I trust my brother with my life,” he murmurs, doing his best to console me. “He’s the only one I would trust with Jessica. He will take care of your cow.”

Wrenching away from my boss, I slide over to Fiona and slide my hand around the back of her head to pull her up for a kiss. She quivers in my arms, but not from arousal. Her body continues to shake as I infuse all the love I have into this one kiss.

“Yes, yes,” Nagán mutters. “You love her. She loves you. It’s all so touching. Her blood pressure is dropping if either of you cares enough to notice.”

I pull back, not wishing to harm my human. “You’re so cold and callus, Nagán. May the Celestials one day give you a cow, so you understand how this all feels.”

“If the Celestials dare, then that shows they are not nearly as astute as you think they are. Hallway. Now.”

Vrokjan grabs my arm and leads me out, knowing full well I will never leave on my own. She looks so small on that table, so tiny and helpless. Despite all the ferocity in her, the will to live and survive, she’s still just a human.

Aliens come and go, passing in front of us without so much as a glance. It’s not until a member of the Rulov sector slides by that I bring my attention away from Fiona. To think she was so close to being in his clutches.

Such a ruthless race, perfect for containing and punishing criminals. Perhaps, if we’re lucky, he’s on his way to apprehend Jakroon even as we speak. Being sent to a prison planet would only ease just a hint of the rage I feel toward him for harming what’s mine.

Glancing over at Vrokjan, I can’t help but worry for my boss. Dark circles line under his eyes, showing the exhaustion of the last few days. It’s not been easier for either of us. Then again, I don’t think any other Rancher has ever dealt with such humans before.

“Is Jessica really going to be okay?”

For the first time since we’ve recovered Fiona, he smiles. “Better than okay. Your human will be too. Nagán will see to that.”

A heavy sigh flits through my lips as I look over at the closed door. I cannot hear any sounds coming from within, but that doesn’t mean anything. No doubt each room is soundproofed on the inside.

Eventually, the Medical Rancher pops out, his face weary. Again, fear clenches my insides as I push off the wall and make my way to him.

“Is she okay?”

“She’s sleeping. I’ve drained her and stored her milk for the capital.” He rolls his eyes. “Payment to the courts, apparently. Her serum is altered, so I’m sure she’ll feel far more comfortable when she wakes. I’ve also infused her with two bags of saline, so her hydration level is back where it needs to be.”

“With this new serum…”

“She will still produce milk. Like Jessica, it will be enough for you to enjoy and enough that she is still considered a cow. Her body is still sexually primed and able to take whatever you wish to bestow. If that is all, I have other duties to attend to. Apparently, we are set to raid Jakroon and Ratainio’s compound to see to their cows. If they caused harm to Fiona, there’s no telling what they’ve done to their own herd.”

I don’t envy the Icorian as he steps out into the hall. Even now, my gut clenches at the very thought of others suffering as Fiona did. Stepping into the room, the band around my heart loosens as I watch her sleep.

Already the bruises are fading. The dark, abused flesh of her nipples appears mended with only a bit of abrasion showing anything happened at all. Vrokjan is right. Nagán is sent from the Celestials.

Gathering my human into my arms, I finally take in a full breath. She feels so right there, like she belongs. All that stands in the way of our happiness is the branding ceremony. Again, that tinge of nausea churns in my gut.

She can always say no. But then, I hope she doesn’t.

Vrokjan and I are silent as we carry her out of the building. Curious glances look our way, no doubt wanting to see the human who bested an Icorian. Hopefully, news doesn’t travel too far.

As the central hub of trade, we need to keep a strong front. Though I’m proud of my little human and in awe of her, we can’t look weak to the other planets. More importantly, I can’t have her at risk.

I continue to hold her as I climb into the car, not giving one thought to the cramped discomfort. Until she finally opens her eyes and assures me she’s well, she’s not leaving my arms. Vrokjan looks over at us every now and then, shaking his head as mulls over today’s events.

“She’s a liability,” he finally says.

“I know. Trust me. I know. But right now, she’s also one of our biggest assets. Besides, having the capitol beholden to us is not necessarily a bad thing.”

“No.” He mulls over the words for a bit. “No, it’s not. But I detest having them in our affairs. We’ve worked too hard to have it all come crashing down.”

A soft smile curves my lips as I look down at my sleeping cow. “Something tells me she won’t let that happen.”

It’s odd being able to sleep through the night without having to milk my cow, but Fiona still lies next to me, her face serene as soft snores drift through the air. Unable to resist the allure of her body any longer, I roll her over onto her back and run my fingers down the soft skin of her breasts.

She looks even better today than she did yesterday. Granted, I was also in a panic as I called Nagán, worried because she was still asleep. Apparently, it’s normal for humans to take longer to recover than us.

Now, in the burgeoning light of day, she looks almost back to her old self. The heavier bruising on her face and nipples seems to be the last to fade completely, but now, they look more like shadows as opposed to angry purple marks.

Dipping my head down low, I run my tongue along her areola, stimulating her nipple. Her soft moans race over my skin, making everything tighten as lusts pours through me. White dots the stiff peak, beckoning me for a taste.

She’s still just as sweet as I remember. Nectar of the Celestials indeed. I drink from her, famished with how long it’s been since I’ve tasted her sweet milk.

Beneath me, Fiona squirms and writhes as she grinds up against my body. Unable to resist, I slide my hand between her thighs as touch her pussy. Everything finally lets go as slick coats my fingertips.

He didn’t break her. It was the last fear I had to her wellbeing. Pulling her nipple deeper between into my mouth, I suck hard, earning a gasp of pleasure from between her lips.

Arousal drips from her body as I continue to bestow my pleasure, needing to see her twist and contort as an Icorian-shattering orgasm washes over her. This time, it’s about my cow. It’s about Fiona. I’ll get mine later.

Cries pour from her lips as she rocks against my hand, grinding her body against my fingers. Switching to the other nipple, I drink from her, draining what little milk she still possesses. All of it is mine.

No longer do I have to share her with anyone else. Every drop of precious, white, milky fluid belongs to me. I take it in like a medicinal balm to my soul, another way to bind us together.

I pull away from her breasts and slide down between her thighs, tasting the honeyed warmth of her pussy. Three fingers slide into her with ease, and she moans at the invasion. She’s like the vast heavens on my lips, perfection, as I drink her in.

Lapping at her clit, I pump my fingers in and out, pounding into her as possessive need leaves my brain riddled with holes of anguish. One day. She was only away from me for one fucking day.

Never again. Even if I have to quit the ranch and be by her side whenever she goes to the capital, I’ll make it happen. Any sacrifice is worth it to keep her next to me. She’s the air in my lungs, the heartbeat in my chest.

Pouring all my emotions into her, I slam my fingers home, impaling her with long, deep strokes. Each thrust has her crying out with desperation, and I long to answer that call. Unable to wait for her to wake up, I pull her forward and notch my tip at her entrance.

In one long stroke, I fill her, groaning as her inner walls clamp down around me. Perfection. I will never find another fit for me, another match so perfectly made. As I fuck my cow, I tip my head up to the heavens to thank the Celestials for giving her to me and bringing her back safely into my arms.

Her eyes flutter as I continue to pound into her, claiming her with my body with each punishing stroke. I empty all my emotions into her—fear, relief, anger at Jakroon, and rage that she was almost lost to me. As she looks up at me, her eyes clearing, her face contorts as pleasure races through her body.

Wedging my hand between us, I continue to stroke her clit. “That’s it, my beautiful Highland lass. Give me your pleasure. I demand it.”

Her mouth parts as a loud moo erupts from her lips. My perfect little cow cries out to the skies, flooding the room with the erotic sounds of her pleasure. Ripples slide up and down my shaft as her inner walls clench and release.

Celestials, but I’m close to joining her. But not yet. I have one more place to claim. Turning her over onto her stomach, I pull her hips up, exposing her asshole to my gaze. The area looks untouched, but I have no idea what that monster could have done to her.

“Did he harm you here?” I ask, grazing the sensitive ring with my finger.

Fiona looks over her shoulder at me and grins. “No. Not even a racoon was there.”

For a moment, I look at her, stunned at the joke she made. The fact that she can laugh about something so dire. Leaning forward, I rest my cheek against her low back and laugh hard and long as the rest of my emotions pour out of me.

“I may not be a racoon, lass, but I will defile your back entrance. Take me like a good little cow. Take my massive cock up your ass. I guarantee it’s smaller than two racoons put together, but I doubt it’s by very much.”

The air shift as she looks at me, breathless and wanting. Sliding my fingers across her pussy, I gather her copious arousal and use it to lubricate her back hole. The sphincter spasms at my touch as she moans and buries her head in the pillow.

“That’s it, my precious pet,” I purr, easing two fingers past her tight ring.

Though it’s been a while since the plug was in her, she still opens up for me, letting me invade her forbidden entrance. I push her slick into her body, smearing it deep inside. All that’s left is my cock up her ass.

Gripping her hip, I breathe for a moment, waiting for her to match me. Minute by minute, she relaxes, pulling air deep in her lungs as she lies there like the perfect vessel for my cum. I stroke myself to the sight of her complete submission, searing the image into my brain.

I tease her back entrance with my tip, sliding it just past her ring then pulling out. The muscle clenches as a lurid moan drips from her lips.

“That’s my good little anal whore,” I breathe. “Stroke yourself. Touch your needy little pussy as I fill you up with my cock.”

Fiona does as she’s commanded, and the moment her fingers touch her clit, I ease in a bit more. Her tight ring fights me, clenching around girth as I force my way in. Sweat beads on my forehead as I take my time, refusing to harm her.

With each inch I slide in, it feels like it takes hours. But she takes me. Her body sucks me in, swallowing me up until the ring is pure white, straining against my shaft. Moans turn to whimpers, which turn into soft, needy cries.

Her fingers brush over her clit with fast movements as she strains toward another orgasm. I know I certainly won’t last long. Her ass is hot and tight, squeezing me until my eyes nearly cross. Almost there. Almost all the way seated.

The shafts of skin at my base lick her sensitive flesh, drawing another gasp from her flushed lips. She strains against me, rocking back on my cock as she drives me deeper into her body until we’re one.

Holding her there, I breathe for a moment, not wanting this time to pass by so quickly. Unfortunately, my body has other plans. Pleasure thrums through me, forcing me to move. I pull out of her and ease back in, still tempering my movements.

After a few thrusts, she looks back over her shoulder, pinning me with a desperate look. “Please, Master,” she whimpers, wriggling under me. “Please, just fucking fuck me, ya fucker!”

A grin slides up my lips as I wrap my arm around her waist, holding her in place as I surge back in, slamming into her. Dropping kisses along her spine, I thread my other hand through her hair and pull back, making her arch against me.

“Is that any way to talk to your Master Rancher?” I rasp, fucking her with hard strokes.

“No, Master,” she wails, her body tightening as I finally give her what she wants, what she truly needs.

“And will you speak to me with more respect next time?” I growl as my balls clench painfully hard.

“Not at all, Master.” That little bit of snark, that sass that I’ve come to love and crave, pours out of her, washing over me.

“Didn’t think so.” Chuckling, I push her back down against the bed and dig both hands into her hips.

It’s one thing I feared might have been beaten out of her at Jakroon’s hands. Though no one else will ever hear her talk this way, I welcome it. It makes her my sassy little Highland lass.

Her body calls to me, milking me in a way no human cow ever has before. There’s no way I’ll last. A few more strokes, and I pour myself into her body. The pleasure and relief zips through me as I shout out to the skies, feeling complete and whole as she spasms around me.

Soon, her cries intermingle with mine as her orgasm races through her, causing everything to tighten up. As she squeezes my cock, my vision blurs as agonizing pleasure races over me.

Eventually, I loosen my grip and ease out of her, already missing the heat of her body, the intimacy of her embrace. Gathering her into my arms, I kiss the back of her head and hold her tightly against me. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here in bed with my perfect cow in my arms.

Soon, she drifts back off to sleep, and I let her. Her human body is still healing, after all. Besides, she’ll need all her strength for the branding ceremony. Technically, I’m only doing this for the capital. To me, she’s mine, whether she’s branded or not.

She will always be my Highland lass.