Page 22 of M!lked For His Pleasure

Soon, however, the feelings dissipate as another concern niggles its way to the forefront. Glancing down at the communicator on my wrist, I note the time. It’s not like Vrokjan to be late. Perhaps his heifer is far more than he can manage? But then, I’ve never known him to face such a challenge.

Fiona shuffles back and forth, wriggling about as I continue to watch the stalls on either side. No sounds come from within, so he should be done soon. Eventually, Nagán steps out, his lips twisted in concerned thought. That’s also rather strange.

Normally, he waits for us back at the Ranch to do final inspections. What has him over here now? When Vrokjan steps through the door, lead dangling from his hand, I let out my breath in a whoosh. His cow seems well enough.

Her eyes are glassy, and her gait is unsteady. That doesn’t surprise me, though. I’ve watched my boss break in cows before. If she was as much trouble for him as she was on board the ship, he set her straight. Still though, there’s something not quite right.

It’s as if there’s an electrical charge in the air, making the hairs on the back on my neck stand on end. As much as I’d like to chalk it up to nerves, I know better. Something is coming. Something that none of us will like.

Straightening my shoulders, I tug Fiona along, praying to all the Celestials that she’ll behave. I don’t mind her strong-willed antics in private where I can indulge them how I wish. If I have to discipline her in public, however, neither of us will like the end result.

At first, she hesitates, not following my lead. My lips turn down into a frown as I jerk a bit harder, forcing her to move. Down the way, Vrokjan seems to have the same problem with his cow. Great. There’s two of them.

Once Fiona’s head lifts and she sees the other, her entire demeanor changes. No longer does she pause at my prodding. She quickens her crawl, racing over to the other cow. They bump heads but remain silent.

Seeing them together sets a glow in my heart. With Vrokjan and I having to run the farm and dairy, we won’t be able to keep them company for most of the day. It makes me feel a lot better knowing my little Highland has a friend to watch over her.

In an instant, the air changes. Instead of crackling with apprehension, it sizzles with possibility. The grin on my face widens as I meet Vrokjan’s gaze. He feels it too. He must.

As I run my hand down Fiona’s back, Vrokjan touches his cow’s face. We both seem to want to foster this friendship, especially since we will all be under one roof. For the first time since I won my prize, I feel at peace.

Chuckling, we lead the cows over to the truck, where the other three already wait. Their fear sours the air as they huddle together, looking beyond pitiful. It couldn’t have been the Handlers. They know better than to cause any sort of disruption.

Still though, I might petition the auction house to allow us to watch the feed just in case. Once Fiona and her friend settle down in the back, I reach through the bars to pat their heads. All three jerk back, their eyes whitening with terror.

When I bid on them, I truly thought they would be an asset. Now, I’m not so sure. With a soft sigh, I pull my hand back and touch Fiona instead, allowing my hand to roam over her perfect breasts. The other three look on, curiosity burning in their gazes, but it’s not enough to make them cry out, mooing or otherwise.

With a shake of my head, I smack the back of the transport and head up to the front to sit with Vrokjan. His grin nearly splits his face as I climb in. Honestly, this is the happiest I’ve seen him ever. Then again, I can’t remember the last time I also felt this content with a cow.

“What do you think? Did we make good purchases or what?” Vrokjan smiles over at me as he puts the transport in drive.

Glancing at the mirror, I watch the cows in the back. “I can’t speak for yours, but mine certainly exceeds all expectations.”

“And her milk?”

Groaning, I tip my head back and close my eyes. “Perfection. We’re certainly going to make back what we spent on my little Fiona.”

“I feel the same way about Jessica. Her milk is the best I’ve tasted. Between the two of them, we can certainly bolster our supply in case the others don’t produce well.”

“Right.” Sitting back up, I turn to Vrokjan. “What do you think has them so spooked?”

For a moment, he just stares at me, his eyes wide. “You’re joking… Right? This isn’t your first auction. You know how humans can be.”

“I suppose you’re right.” With a sigh, I stare out into the beautiful waving Ovibrosia. “I guess I’m already spoiled with Fiona. She’s taking to being a cow as if she was born for this role. I’ve never had a heifer so eager to please and explore.”

Vrokjan grits his teeth as his hand grip the steering wheel. “I think Jessica will fall into her role after a bit. She’s just not adjusting to the serum like I wanted.”

“Is that why Nagán was there? I was concerned.”

“He says she’ll be fine. She just needs extra protein.”

With a smirk, I glance down at his crotch. “I’m sure you’ll have no problem filling up her belly.”

Vrokjan tilts his head back and roars with laughter. “If only my cum were the proper protein. I’d have my cock stuffed between those pretty little lips of hers morning, noon, and night.”

My own cock pulses at the idea of getting Fiona home and settled into our room. Things were left rather unfinished in the barn, and I plan to have my seed inside her before it’s time for dinner. Out of respect for my boss, I refrain from stroking myself as we drive on.

Eventually, we settle into a companionable silence. That is until I hear a faint sound from the back of the transport. Vrokjan narrows his eyes and looks at the screen. Nothing seems amiss. Shrugging, we ignore it and continue on.

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