Epilogue

Antroli

I stare down at my cow, taking in her quivering flesh as I strap her down to the branding table. Off to the side, Vrokjan does the same. It’s only fitting that both cows be branded together when they seem so intertwined with each other. Fiona reaches out for Jessica, her arm stretching across to take her hand.

It’s sweet, really seeing how they both care for each other. It warms my heart to know neither will ever truly be alone. And after this branding, everyone will know exactly who they belong to. Looking up at Vrokjan, I smile for a moment before worry sizzles its way across my synapses.

I’ve heard of Ranchers branding their cows before, but to my knowledge, no one on our Ranch has done so. Not even Vrokjan. He smirks, his confidence soothing my unease. Walking over to the fire, he pokes the metal around, putting it close to the center.

Both cows quiver as they watch him, the fear palpable in the air. I wish I could do something, say something, reassure them in some way. But no words will ever be enough. I know it won’t. It’s the unknown that eats at us both until it gnaws at my brain.

If only there was a way to travel in time, then it would all be over with. Fiona would already have the brand, and she’d be healthy and happy. With a sigh, I trail my fingers down her spine, my cock pulsing as she shivers beneath my touch. Still such a responsive little thing.

The bruises Jakroon gave her are gone, leaving her body a pristine canvas for our mark. Off to the side, Nagán saunters over, his expression seemingly bored with the entire affair. Having him here makes me feel so much better, though.

Not that I think anything will go wrong, but having a medical professional sets my mind at ease. I know Vrokjan prefers it that way as well. Pulling out a needle, he runs the tip over Fiona’s biceps and plunges it in before she can struggle too much.

“This is the last injection she will need to reformulate the new serum. After what happened with Jessica, I’m taking further precautions. It won’t diminish her supply any further, but now she’ll just stay slightly engorged. You won’t need to feed from her except once a day if you’d rather. The discomfort should be minimal.”

Fiona turns to me, her eyes full of questions, reminding me that she’s been asleep for most of these changes. A soft moo flits from her lips as she silently pleads with me.

“Yes, my pet. You may speak.”

“Does this mean I cannot feed the Ranchers in the morning?”

Nagán heaves a sigh and squats down. “Just like with Jessica, you will produce milk about on par with a human. Instead of the gallon, or in her case, three gallons you produce per feeding, it will be more like a pint or so. If your Ranchers wish to have you feed the men, by all means, you’ll have enough to do so. Hell, if you enjoy being milked, you can even save about two or three bottles at a time. But you will no longer function as a dairy cow. Does that answer your question?”

“Yes, Medical Rancher. Thank you.”

A niggle of jealousy worms its way into my heart as I run my fingers over her hair. “Do you still wish to feed the men instead of me?”

“No, Master Antroli. You misunderstand. I still want to be useful here. It hurts to know I cannot contribute.”

“Ahhh, my little minx. You keep your Master happy and sated. That is useful enough. Besides, you will have other duties as well.” We both exchange a look but refuse to clarify in case Jessica is not privy to what happened at the capital.

Again, she gives a soft sigh, and I worry I’m misunderstanding her again. I hope, in time, we will be as one. As it is, I feel so keenly enmeshed with her, like we’re one soul residing in two bodies.

“You will also be useful to me by teaching me Earthling idioms. I do not like it when we cannot communicate.”

She giggles, the sound tripping over my skin like soft rain falling to the ground. “I will do my best, but it’s not as easy as you think.”

“Try me.”

Vrokjan steps forward, his lips turned down into a frown. “It is time.”

Fiona bucks under my touch, her eyes nearly feral as fear seeps from her pores. Hunching next to her, I stroke her thigh and murmur soft words of encouragement.

“Settle, my pet. You can do this for me. I know you can. You are strong and formidable. Just a quick bite of pain then I’ll shower you with all the pleasure you can imagine. Can you do that for me? Can you be my good little cow and take it?”

“Y- yes, Master.”

Reaching over to Vrokjan, I grab the brand and level at her hip. Before either of us can overthink it, I press the white-hot poker to her skin, my stomach churning as it sears her flesh. Since I know it’s only momentary pain and I’m not actually harming her, her cries go straight to my cock, making it rock hard.

Next to me, my boss strokes himself as he does the same to Jessica. Both cows cry out their pain to the heavens as their tears fall to wet the dirt. Pulling the brand away, I set it off to the side and fall to my knees, taking Fiona’s face in my hand.

“Such a good girl for me,” I croon, showering her face with kisses.

Her tears taste like salt and sorrow, making precum well to the tip of my cock. With a disgruntled sound, Nagán walks over to her and wipes her down, forcing another cry to flee her throat.

“Such dramatics,” he growls. “It’s not even hurting any more. Stop this needless display.”

As he walks over to Jessica to do the same thing, Fiona looks up at me in wonder. I glance down at her hip, marveling as her skin knits together before my very eyes. Whatever magic the Medical Ranchers have, it sure is a thing of wonder.

A pale pink scar stands out against her skin in the shape of a constellation. As I remember it, it’s the one that was right above Vrokjan’s crib as he was born. His mother said it was a good omen, a sign of good fortune. With a reverence I didn’t know I possessed, I lean down and kiss the spot, thanking the Celestials again for allowing me to find my perfect match.

Dragging Fiona off the branding stand, I put her on all fours so she can look at Jessica. Vrokjan does the same, grinning as he undoes his suit. As one, we both slide into our cows, groaning as their pussies clamp down around us. Their soft moos fill the space, ringing out to the heavens for all to hear.

Off to the side, the other cows go in for their milking, and soon, I’ll need to drink from Fiona. It’s not a matter of milking her anymore. I just find I crave the taste more and more each day. It’s an addiction I cannot resist.

A loud grunt rips from my lips as I piston in and out, driving into my lovely cow, impaling her as I touch the brand on her hip. She cries out for me, her body dripping with the desire flowing through her body.

Holding her close, I kiss down her spine, smiling as her pussy spasms around my cock. I slide out, my body missing the warmth of hers keenly. Turning onto my back, I help her straddle me, my shaft twitching as she lowers herself down.

Her moans rise to a fever pitch as she eases up and down, taking her time to get settled. With a soft growl, I pull her forward and run my tongue along her nipple. I take extreme care to tease her gently, refusing to have her equate my fucking her with Jakroon.

At her pained, erotic sigh, I see red. The fact that he dared to touch what is mine. Whatever punishment they gave him, it won’t be enough. Even if the Warden of Rulov himself tortured him, I’d still want more. I’d want his blood. But then, my bonnie lass already drew blood from him, didn’t she?

Gripping her hips, I continue to torture her in the most delicious way, teasing her with my lips and tongue until she wriggles about on top of me.

“Please,” she cries, scoring my chest with her nails.

“Please what?”

“I- I need.”

I nip at her breast, earning a needy whimper from her lips. “What do you need?”

“Drink from me, Master,” she begs, her pussy spasming around mine.

“Well, since you asked so sweetly.”

Sucking her nipple into my mouth, I groan as her creamy milk splashes against my tongue. Nectar from the heavens, my own personal wet dream come to life. Even now, her breasts seem to shrink a bit as pull more milk from her, but that doesn’t matter to me. Even if she had no milk left to give, I’d still worship her body.

The milk is just an added bonus that makes me go absolutely feral for her. Reaching up, I glide my finger around her other nipple, preparing for my lips. She rocks her hips back and forth, riding me as I drink her up, taking as much as I can without sucking her completely dry.

Though there’s not as much to give, it satisfies me, filling that craving that gnaws at me. Switching to the other nipple, my cock pulses inside her as she reaches down to grip my hair, screaming her pleasure as she takes it from me, one swivel of her hips at a time. From this angle, the shafts of skin around my base brush against her clit, pleasuring her just as much as it does me.

Pulling away, I ease her back, watching her body undulate on top of mine. She’s perfection. My perfection. Her inner walls milk my cock, dragging me ever closer to release. Vrokjan stares down at his cow, his face screwed up in concentration.

It’s clear to me that we’re both irrevocably screwed when it comes to our cows. As much as we want to hold out, their bodies just seem made to make us falter. Determined to have her come before me, I wedge my hand between us and tease her clit, giving her firmer stimulation than the bits of skin at my base can do.

Her pussy clenches again as her cries intermingle with Jessica’s. So close. They’re both so fucking close. Her cunt hugs every curve of my cock, stimulating me as if she were designed for my pleasure. My eyes roll back into my skull as my balls draw up. So close.

“Come for me, my beautiful cow. Let me see you shatter on my cock.”

I pinch her clit, giving her that bite of pain I know she needs to fall apart. Her cries fly from her lips as she continues to buck up and down, riding out her orgasm. Gripping her hips, I turn us over, slamming her back into the dirt. No longer needing to worry about holding out, I piston in and out, invading her, impaling her over and over until she’s a babbling mess of mooing and moaning.

With a roar, Vrokjan and I both shout at the same time. My balls clench as I empty myself into my cow, my delightful little vixen. Leaning forward, I capture her lips with mine, infusing our kiss with all the love I can pour into her. Fiona’s fingers dig into my scalp as she rocks up into me, returning the ferocity with passion of her own.

Panting, I pull away and look down at my prize. She lies there, blissed out. Her lovely brown eyes take on a soft haze as she stares up at me, her finger making swirls on my chest.

“You are my greatest treasure,” I murmur, stroking her brow.

“Oh, I know,” she sighs, a happy smile dancing on her lips. “And I’ll make sure you never forget it.”

“Minx,” I growl, giving the hip without the brand a playful swat. “You’re just looking for a punishment, aren’t you?”

“With you, always.”

With a large grin on my face, I lean down and nip at her lips. “Then I shall endeavor to make each one creative and unique so as not to bore my highly intelligent Highland.”

“Just like I’ll make each infraction more creative than the last.”

“I could always take away your morning coffee.”

She pouts, her eyes dancing with mirth as her lips quiver in a false frown.

“Wait,” Jessica cries out. “You get coffee?”

Vrokjan chuckles and gathers his cow into his arms. “Shall I give you a taste?”

This time Fiona laughs at the joke as Jessica looks at us in bewilderment. “This time, it’s a human who doesn’t get it.”

Shaking my head, I, too, take my cow into my arms. “Even if I don’t always ‘get it’ as long as I get you, I’m content.”

“You have me, my strong, Master Rancher.”

“And I you, my stubborn lass. Forever.”

“Ever ever?”

“Until there are no more stars left shining in the sky. I refuse to be in a world where I can no longer see your beauty.”

Her eyes mist up as she burrows into my arms, a contented sigh dancing on her lips. I hold her tightly against my chest, knowing just how close I came to losing her. I will never make that mistake again. If I have to atone my whole life to make up for the time she spent in Jakroon’s clutches, it will still never be enough.

Taking her into the house, I ease her into the shower. There are still chores to be done, but for now, I can simply breathe in her scent and know everything is right in my world. With my lovely lass by my side, I have everything I will ever need.

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