Page 42 of Milk & Malice: Vadik
When he lifted me again and lowered me into the warm water, I gasped. It was the first time in months I’d been submerged. His sponge baths had been diligent, but they didn’t compare to this.
He rolled up his sleeves and knelt beside me. A soft sponge in hand, he dipped it, squeezed it, and began to wash me. Slowly. Carefully. His touch was clinical, but his eyes lingered on my face.
“This is better, isn’t it?” he asked.
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I was too busy wondering why his life looked like that. So empty. So hollow. Like everything had been removed—or never existed. Like I was the only living thing in his world.
I shouldn’t have cared.
Yet something cracked in me as he rinsed me with a jug of clean water, careful not to splash my horns. The way he dried my limbs like I was breakable. The way he sat me on the edge of a towel and began to braid my hair.
I watched his hands move. I didn’t want to feel this. This empathy. Not for him. Not when he’d taken everything from me.
But as he tied off the end of the braid and tucked it behind my shoulder, I realised I was grateful. Grateful that he looked after me—because I couldn’t. Not anymore. Not without him.
I looked at where my hands used to be.
A pang of sorrow bloomed in my chest.
Where would this madness end?
Chapter 18
Vadik
She cried so softly that I missed the sound at first. Life was a cruel mistress. I gently pressed a kiss on her shoulder before collecting her blanket from the bathroom. When I lifted her up to carry her back to the barn, she buried her face into my chest, avoiding my eyes. I placed her on her bed, arranging the blanket over her before returning home to lock all the doors.
She lay where I left her until she noticed me watching her in the doorway. I switched the light off and climbed into bed to lie behind her. She was feeling vulnerable and raw. Echoes of these emotions resonated with me enough to offer her some semblance of comfort. She didn’t know that I could no longer feel or express any normal human sentiments.
After a few shuddery breaths, her body relaxed. I lay awake for a long time listening to her steady breathing. I wrapped my arm around her, placing my fingers around her neck. It would be so simple to end her life. One quick injection, but I was a selfish man.
Lena was mine, and I would never let her go.
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When morning came, I had a smile on my face. Lena lay on her back with her swollen udders on display and protruding nipplesbegging to be drained. I slid off the bed to get the lube and wipes from the milking bench.
My sweet HuCow deserved to come from a nice, long ass fuck this morning. Whether she admitted it to herself or not, she enjoyed what we did. She needed to accept her new body. I pulled the blanket off her thighs. Her stumps looked better now, and the metal underpinnings—just before they thickened into her hooves—were spectacular. Sleek. Silver. Functioning.
I spread her thighs to see her tail twitch beneath her. Another few months left and she’d have full control of it. I took my time applying the lubricant. There would be no gentleness this morning.
This is what she needed.
To release her pent-up energy.
Her eyes blinked open as I applied the lube inside her.
I smiled and pushed all three fingers inside her straining asshole. Her eyes widened, but her lips parted.
“Good morning, my sweet. Aren’t you lucky that I’m already here to milk you this morning?”
She wrinkled her nose before mooing at me.
“Attitude like that will only make me fuck you harder,” I said with a smirk, pulling my fingers out to wipe them down.
I curled my fingers around her milky white breasts, edging them toward her swollen nipples.
“Watch,” I whispered, then squeezed.
