Page 16 of M!lked For His Pleasure

Fiona groans as the metal cups her breasts, taking the extra weight off of her. She sags forward in relief and doesn’t fight me as I push, pull, and tug her into position. Humans are so easy to please. Or is it Fiona who’s easy?

Milk dots the tips of her nipples, drawing a hungered groan from my lips. How badly I wish to take what’s so freely offered. Not yet. It pains us both to have me sit across from her and not touch her.

“Before I attend to you, you must know the rules. I do not wish to gag you or punish you, but I will. You are mine to keep, mine to own, and mine to control. As stated earlier, outside of the ranch house, you are not allowed to speak. No cow is allowed to let an Icorian hear their words. Now that your mouth is free, I will listen to you. Do you understand?”

Her eyes widen as she nods, slamming her hands over her mouth as if to keep her from speaking out. A soft chuckle buzzes in my chest as I pull them down. “While you’re around me, you may speak. But the moment another is in our presence, you will remain silent.”

After a moment or two, she raises her hand in the air, palm facing me. Silence stretches between us as I watch it, curiosity burning in my mind. Is this how humans show their obedience? Time continues to tick forward, and yet she still does not speak.

Her hand begins to quiver with the effort of keeping it aloft. “I do not understand,” I finally growl. “If you agree with me, then just say that.”

“I- No. I have a question. I didn’t want to speak out of turn. Do you not do this? Not even in school? Wait. Do you even have school?”

Irritation wriggles down my spine a moment at her line of inquiry, but I soon quell it since her voice doesn’t give off the tone of impertinence. “We do indeed have education here. Both Master Vrokjan and I have also completed the additional courses to become certified Ranchers. He actually has even more education than I do. It’s how we’re able to sell our milk intergalactically. "

“Forgive me. I did not mean to assume.”

I ignore her apology. She didn’t do anything wrong, and so there is no need to further address it. “What’s your question?” I counter.

“If I’m not allowed to speak, how do I get your attention?”

A soft smile curves my lips. “Why, you moo, of course. In all your years of education, you cannot tell me you didn’t learn the simple lesson of a cow goes moo. In fact, I’m quite sure there’s a little song about it.”

Again, red tinges her lovely cheeks, and I find myself smitten. I love the color as it travels down her neck to flush her full breasts.

“Now who’s aweeheadcase?” she mutters, her eyes refusing to meet mine.

Shaking my head, I grip her cheeks. “I’ve been so lenient with you thus far, and yet you continue to defy me. Moo, cow, or I’ll let the machine attend to you first and not my mouth.”

Fiona shudders under my unrelenting gasp. “Please, Master Antroli. I- I can’t.”

“Can’t,” I growl, my cock pulsing with each flutter of her heartbeat in her throat. “Or won’t.”

“It’s too humiliating. I- I can’t.”

Scooting closer, I slide my hand over her pussy. “Celestials,” I groan, easing a thick digit inside her. “You’re fucking soaked. Tell me again that you don’t want to moo for me.”

Even without her answering, her inner walls clamp down around my finger. A soft moan flits through the air. Not quite a moo, but close enough I can almost imagine it. Celestials, but to hear that sound fall from her lips for the first time.

“Come, my little masocow. You know deep down you want to please me. Let me hear it. Just once and I’ll bring you so much pleasure you won’t know what to do with it.”

She pulls her lips in and clamps down, refusing to obey me. “The hard way it is, then. Will it be like this in every interaction?” Part of me hopes so.

The only Ranchers I knew of who are rough with their cows for the sake of sexual pleasure are the two who tried to take Fiona away from me. Though I don’t want to be cast in with thelikes of them, I have always wondered what the cows got out of such feral, primal urges.

Grabbing the suction cups, I hold them in one hand as I smooth some salve over her engorged nipples. Her sighs go straight to my dick, making me so fucking hard my vision threatens to cross. Once I have her hooked up to the machine, I watch her face as I switch it on.

Pleasure and pain seem to oscillate with neither fully winning. Strangled sounds of pleasure drip from her lips just as steadily as the milk going into the tubes. Standing in front of her, I unzip my suit, groaning as the air kisses my skin.

Despite the suction pulling milk out of her in a slow but steady pace, her sounds die down as she watches me strip for her. “Do you want me? Do you want to see the cock that will force cum into every hole you own?” She nods, her breath coming out in haggard gasps. “Then fucking moo. I will not ask you again.”

Once more, she bites down on her bottom lip and looks away. Redness tinges her entire face, turning her creamy pale skin a lovely shade of strawberry.

“Moo,” she finally says, so soft I almost can’t hear it.

Oh, but I do. It goes straight through me like lightning. Every hair stands on end as arousal thrums through my body in an endless refrain. There’s a soft lilt to the sound, very similar to her accent when she speaks.

It draws out the sound, softening it in a way I never thought possible. The sound has always been erotic to me, but hearing it fall from her lips like soft rain crashing against the beautiful Ovibrosia is downright spiritual.

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