Page 20 of M!lked For His Pleasure

Celestials, but she’s close. Judging by the weight of her breasts, the milking should be done soon as well. Enough playing around. Dragging my thick finger out of her, I stuff her full with two. From this angle, she’s even tighter than before.

I groan against her sensitive skin as I graze her clit with my teeth. Her sudden yelp as she jerks forward brings a smile to my face. Sliding my other hand back around her thigh, I hold her in place so I can devour her, feasting from her body as if she’s my last meal.

Though she squirms, she cannot get away. Eventually, her body goes stiff above me as her inner walls clamp down around my fingers. A loud moo explodes from her mouth as she trembles above me. It's so loud it reverberates through the walls, no doubt stimulating the cows on either side.

Her body explodes into movements as I continue to thrust into her, dragging out her orgasm. My fingers slide through her slick channel as arousal coats my digits, easing my movements. With a ragged groan, I give her sensitive bundle of nerves one last lick before forcing myself away.

I can’t contain myself any longer. I must come inside her if it’s the last thing I do. Pushing her forward, I ease her onto all fours, just like the little cow she is. My cock pulses at the visualof her ass in the air, showing off her perfect little cunt and pretty little asshole. The puckered hole clenches as I look at, as if it’s just begging me to defile it.

“Fuck me, but you’re simply perfection.” At my words, Fiona turns around and bats her lashes at me, the picture of innocence.

It does irrational things to my sense of calm and wellbeing. Sliding my hand along her slick pussy, I gather her arousal and drag it up. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass? Or is that something new for you as well?”

That pretty little blush fans across her face as she ducks her head away from my inquisitive gaze. “I’ve had guys play back there, but I’ve never had full on anal or anything.”

“Perfect,” I growl, gripping her cheeks. “I can’t wait to take this virginal hole, making you mine completely. But first, you’re a tad bit underdressed. Crawl to the bench.”

She shuffles over the short way without any fuss. Watching the tubes, I grip my cock, sliding my hand up and down, my movements eased by her arousal. Soon, the last bit of milk flows through. With a disappointed sigh, I unhook her and help her up onto the bench.

I could stand there forever just watching milk drip from her tits. But it doesn't matter. She’ll need to be milked again tonight, and I can watch that pearly fluid leak from her body and dampen her skin once more. Perhaps I’ll even squeeze those perfect, engorged breasts of hers just to watch the milk coat her body so I can lap it off of her.

Precum rises to the top of my slit as I continue to stroke myself to her gaze. I know what she wants, and this way, I’ll be able to mark her with my cum in some way that won’t damage her. Reluctantly, I drop my hand and make my way over to the small cabinet.

But as much as I can’t wait to have her lips stretched wide around my thick head, I need to tend to her in other ways first.That’s the one downside to all of this. No matter what, duty and work will always come first.

Grabbing a small jar of salve, I set it next to her before pulling out her new attire. Two hooves, two knee pads, a cow tail and some ears go right next to the jar where she can see it and contemplate what’s about to happen.

Hunching down, I study her nipples, noting how angry and red they already are. Perhaps Highland cows are just a bit more sensitive to our milking methods? Something to talk over with Nagán whenever we get back to the ranch. That is, if he doesn’t already have his hands full with Vrokjan’s new cow.

At least with Fiona, her issues seem to be on the surface, things that can be easily corrected. With Vrokjan’s little heifer, she seemed a bit weaker than what either of us was expecting. Driving that thought out of my head, I concentrate on my own cow. Vrokjan is more than capable of taking care of his.

Dragging out a dollop of the salve, I tease Fiona’s nipples as I smear it on. Soft, distressed sounds drift from her lips, but my cow remains as still as possible, allowing me to work.

“Such a good little masocow for me,” I murmur, going to the other nipple. “This will help ease any discomfort you might have from being milked. It will also keep you from chapping.”

Once I’m done, I screw the cap back on and head over to wash my hands. From the corner of my eye, I watch Fiona as she reaches out to touch her new outfit. Each graze of her fingertips is tentative, gentle.

Smirking, I dry my hands and stride back over. “What do you think?”

Her gaze flies up to mine. “I think I’m going to be freezing if this is all I have to wear.”

A chuckle rumbles in my throat as I sit next to her on the bench. “Trust me. You will be quite comfortable.”

Grabbing her wrist, I ease her hand into the hoof. Without me even having to instruct her, she grabs onto the metal bar inside and wraps her slim fingers around it. Such an intelligent little heifer. That or her lack of fear allows her wits to be far more easily accessed.

Once the other is on, I help her stand up so I can ease her legs into the knee pads. So close to being done, but so far away. Already my balls clench at the sight of her, the brown of the hooves and pads matching her lovely eyes.

Such a perfect shade. One I could have never even hoped for. But then, everything about my cow is pure perfection. With a lopsided smile, I put her little ears on, my heart swelling with just how adorable she looks. Not all cows get ears, but mine does.

Grabbing her about the waist, I assist her back down to all fours on the bench. I run my hand along her spine, soaking in the feeling of her soft skin beneath my fingertips.

“I understand your needs, my little cow,” I murmur, my throat clogging with emotions. “But you must understand my reticence. It’s not for lack of giving you what you need or want. I simply do not have it in me to be cruel.”

Pausing, I grab the tail from off of the bench and hold the metal plug in front of her face. “Make no mistake, my precious little Fiona. I can deliver all the pain your body, heart, and mind desires, but I will not be cruel. For me to be a good Rancher, to be competent at my job, I must always put your physical needs first.”

I glide around to the back of the bench and stare at the arousal dripping from her pussy. “Some Ranchers can be mean to their cows, but I never understood the end goal. At the end of the day, even though you are my personal cow, your function is to provide milk. The better I am at seeing to your needs, thehappier you will be. The happier you are, the more milk you will produce. It’s simple science.”

“Simple?” She cocks her head at me for a moment. “There is nothing simple about any of this. I may not have medical science as my knowledge base, but I know enough about humans to say that nothing is ever simple with us.”

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