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I should be horrified with myself that I could give in so quickly, but in my heart, I know I’ve found the one I want to be with. It makes no logical sense, and honestly, it’s why I trust it. All my life, I’ve been governed by facts and numbers.

Master Antroli and I just fit.

“It must be so hard for you,” he croons, running his fingers down my breastbone. “I see the war in your eyes, the conflict in the way you twitch. Shall I reward you then for being so obedient?”

“Please, Master Rancher. My body is yours.”

For a moment, he freezes. Everything goes ramrod as he looks down at me. “You can’t possibly mean what you say. It must be some delirium that affects humans. I’ll have Master Nagán check on you when we’re back at the ranch.”

A smile curls my lips as I lie there underneath him. “There is no need. I can tell you right now, I am not ill. I just want you. It’s as simple as that. You complete something in me I never knew was missing.”

Master Antroli bends low, caging my head with his hand. “Then allow me to complete you further, my most precious possession.” One kiss is all he gives me before pulling away and walking over to the milking bench. “Come,” he barks out.

Confused, I go to stand, but he shakes his head. “Crawl to me. Soon, you’ll not only be my cow, but look it as well. I want to see you crawl as you are, as a human wishing to please her alien master.”

Heat floods my body at his humiliating request. Unfortunately, I cannot find it in me to disobey. Something twists in my gut at the idea of debasing myself for this alien, and all it does is make me burn even hotter. I want his admiration. I want those approving smiles and praises. More than that, however, I want the orgasm promised in his words.

Rolling over onto my hands and feet, I crawl. Thankfully, the soft hay cushions my movements. It seems as if they’ve thought of everything. Craning my neck up, I watch Master Antroli.

His chest heaves with each deep breath as his eyes darken. The massive cock twitches with each crawl forward, a show of approval if I’ve ever seen one. I take my time, dragging out this moment for as long as I dare, but soon, I kneel at his feet, feeling nothing but satisfaction.

“Master Rancher. I have a request if you please?”

My alien’s lips twitch as he gazes down at me. “You may request. I will decide whether or not to grant it.”

“I would like to taste you.”

Chapter Nine

Antroli

Icouldn’t have heard her correctly. In all my years training cows and getting them used to their new role, I’ve never had one ask to pleasure me in this way. They were all far too afraid of me and my cock to even ask. Everything about this human is a surprise, and I can’t wait to unravel even more mysteries about her.

Resting my hand against her head, I pat my pretty little cow. “I will grant your wish, but after I’ve given you such pleasure you can’t see straight.”

I don’t want the spell to break between us. Everything right now feels far too tenuous for my liking. Though her words sound sure enough, I want her so completely enthralled with me she can’t think of anything else but the pleasure of my touch and body.

Gripping her hair, I grant her that bite of pain she seems to crave. With each curl of my fingers, I feel that same need flowing through me. I want to hurt her, to make her pretty little eyes well up with tears, only to kiss them away as I send her screaminginto the heavens. She’s the only one I ever wanted to be violent with, and deep down, I know she’ll be the last.

When I first bid on her, it was lust driving me, pure and simple. But now, it’s so much more than that. The primal urge to rip apart the others who bid on her races through me, turning me nearly feral. No one is safe. Not even Vrokjan.

Forcing myself to pull away, I once more grab the suction cups. Though I drank a good bit from her, there’s still far more that needs to be drained from her luscious body. Just because I want nothing more than to fuck her every second of the day, I can’t neglect my duties.

The instant her milk flows from her again, she sighs and sags against me. Fiona is such a natural, taking to being my cow with such a grace I never thought possible. If any of the other Ranchers knew—namely Jakroon and Ratainio—they would do whatever they legally could to take her from me.

Shoving those thoughts to the side, I kneel in front of Fiona. “You will sit on my face so I can feast upon you as the machine collects the rest of your milk.”

With a soft moan that sounds so close to her lilting moo, she crawls over my body, taking great care not to tangle the hoses. She spreads her knees on either side of my face and hovers there for a moment, not fully sitting.

“Out of everything I’ve commanded you to do, this is what you have a problem with?” I growl against her slick pussy.

“N- no, Master. Not exactly. I… I’ve never ridden a face before. I’ve read about it, but I’ve never done it. I don’t want to do it wrong and suffocate you.”

I curl my fingers around her thighs and dig in until she cries out with a soft yelp. “If I die, I die. Now obey your Master and sit on my face.” Yanking her down, I breathe in her intoxicating scent.

Her soft moans go straight to my cock as I slide a finger inside her once more. Grunting against her slick skin, I impale her over and over, dreaming of the day when she’s stretched out enough to take me. All of me. The thin shafts of skin at my base quiver as I indulge myself in the thought of them stimulating her as I bottom out.

Arching my neck, I lap at her clit, giving her the pleasure she so desperately seeks. I’m instantly rewarded with loud moos as she rocks back and forth, grinding against me as I pound my fingers deep into her pussy. Her inner walls spasm around me, gripping me as I surge in and out.

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