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Uh…?

I didn’t know what to say. On Earth, it would be a crime for a farmer to have sex with a cow. Yet, I was now the cow, so what did that mean about the ant taking care of me?

My mind could not wrap around the implications of our joining, so I shrugged it off. “We’ll… just do our best.”

Gyanys approached. His bottom pair of hands automatically cupped my breasts while the top pair grasped the sides of my head tenderly.

“I will do my best to not hurt you while forcing my cock down your throat. I hate punishing you. Please don’t do anything wrong again.”

Aww. That’s so sweet.

And like some twisted sex dream, I opened my mouth as wide as I could. At least I didn’t have to worry about my teeth. The thin shell covering the shaft should keep him safe.

It was a smooth entry down my tongue. He was too wide to make it all the way back, but he set off my gag reflex all the same. He made soothing noises as I heaved around his girth. He withdrew slightly and pressed back in.

“Such a good hucow,” he said. “Your mouth is tight.”

The praise did more for my psyche than it should. I worked to take him deeper. He began milking me, which added bolts of intense pleasure to the experience.

“Look at me,” he said. “I want to see your beautiful eyes as I ravage your mouth.”

I looked up, wishing I didn’t have a mouth full of cock so I could tell him the same.

The milking of my pussy resumed, and the taboo sensation of having two male aliens having sex with me sent me into another wave of orgasms.

Was there such a thing as too much of a good thing?

Unable to do much more than mewl, a rhythm was set with the mouth fucking, and fingering, and milking, and I cried with pleasure.

I never wanted this to stop.

Yoane moved to my side to allow more room for the next part. Hovyk’s cock pressed against my ass, and I dwelled in the slow, sweet, sharp burn that heightened this strange sexual experience by taking the edge off the intensity of the pleasure.

“She is creaming more,” Yoane said in disbelief.

Hovyk thrust hard, seating himself deep.

The image of Gyanys blurred behind the tears. It hurt to take so much dick in my ass. It hurt good. And it was too good. My hole was not ready for this kind of girth.

“Naughty hucow,” Hovyk said, pushing in and out more, “your ass is straining to swallow my cock. I know it hurts bad, but you are a good girl, aren’t you?”

I tried to nod.

He gripped my hips hard. “You’re going to take it all.” He punctuated that declaration by thrusting again. I whimpered. “And remember why you must behave.” He slammed into me again.

I mewled my agreement to be good, though it was unintelligible with my mouth full as it was.

“The vibrations from her voice box are going to make me spew my cum down her throat,” Gyanys confessed. “Punish her harder. I want her to feed from me. To drink my seed.”

“Then I will be like you, coming inside her,” Hovyk responded. “She’s too hot and snug. I have never felt such heat.”

That didn’t stop my captors from using me harder while I begged for more and for them to stop and to use me more.

“Go get Hovo and Yany,” Gyanys ordered Yoane. “This sweet hucow is filled with more milk and cream than I thought possible. We will need you three to give Molly Maidena thorough milking and continue her lesson. We should not leave her suffering in pain, filled as she is, nor without proper discipline.”

Oh God.

Chapter Twelve

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