Page 49 of Milk & Malice: Vadik
“Yeah? You need me to fuck your dirty little shithole?”
I nodded at the mirror.
“Are you sure you can handle it?” he murmured, brushing the tip across my asshole, slow and teasing.
“Mooooo,” I cried.
My udders ached—swollen, leaking, soaking the pillows while my asshole fluttered for him.
He didn’t say a word. Just pressed the thick head of his cock against my twitching hole and began to push. Slow. Excruciating. I whimpered, the stretch unbearable—delicious—every nerve ending screaming.
“Shhh,” he murmured.“You want this.”
I nodded, staring at him in the mirror, tears prickling as he forced his way deeper. Inch by inch. Unforgiving.
His hands slid forward. He gripped my udders roughly—no tenderness, just ownership. His fingers sank into the heavy swell, forcing them up. Then—
Spurt.
Milk sprayed across the mirror. White streaks marking the glass as I moaned.
He did it again. Harder. Both hands squeezing, pressing, wringing more from me like I was nothing but a swollen animal.
“Look at that,” he said, voice husky, cruel.“Perfect fucking livestock. Milk on the mirrors and my cock in your ass.”
I sobbed. Not from pain. From overwhelming, degrading need.
“Hush, let me use you, my sweet,” he whispered.
I nodded.
Please.
“Moo. Moo.”
He pinched my nipples again and again. Milk spurted over his fingers—on the mirrors.
“Oh yeah. Hot milk and a hot asshole.”
He nudged forward and I opened for him, panting.
“Good little ass slut. Keep that hole open for me,” he said, tugging my udders, pinching and pulling until milk sprayed again as he pushed deeper.
He grunted and slammed forward, burying his cock to the hilt in one savage thrust.
My scream shattered the air. Raw. Shocked. Euphoric.
He gripped my udders like handles, squeezing tight. Milk burst from me again, streaking the mirror. My eyes rolled, tears spilling. My thighs shook. My tail thrashed.
“Fuck!” I wailed, guttural.“Too much—too—too—”
He twisted my nipples like taps. More milk flowed. His cock ground deeper. My belly clenched. My mind cracked.
Pleasure bit like pain. Pain like bliss.
“You take it so well, filthy cow,” he growled.“This is what you were made for. Big leaking tits and a perfect fuckhole to break.”
I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. My mouth hung open. Drool slid down my chin as he rocked into me—slow, punishing—forcing every inch inside until my body gave up the fight and gave in.
