Page 83 of Milk & Malice: Vadik
I rubbed my cock along her damp, leaking rim, then reached for the lube.
“Moo. Milk. Empty your Owner’s balls.”
As I slicked myself, I glanced at her vitals. Her heart rate spiked—delicious. It must be agony, not being able to move, moan, or beg.
And the slow, deliberate assfuck I had planned?
That wouldn’t ease her suffering in the slightest.
When I pressed the thick, rounded head to her sealed little hole, there was no resistance. Her asshole spread apart like it had been crafted solely for my cock. The head slipped in, aided by the slick lube, and I eased deeper—inch by greedy inch.
Her tight little shithole sucked me in like a vacuum.
“God damn,” I growled, spreading her cheeks wider, watching that obscene stretch.“My sweet pet has such an obedient hole. Just begging to be used. Fucked. Claimed.”
I sank into her until I was balls deep, just enjoying the feel of her hot little asshole wrapped around me. When I moved, it was in slow motion—easing back, then driving forward, stabbing into her guts.
Red flashed. Her heartbeat spiked.
“Oh, I know what you need, my little fuckcow,” I murmured.“But we’re going at my pace today. I’ll make that filthy cunt soak the bed, and you’ll lie in it. Proof of what a dirty little anal whore you are.”
Slowly, I began to tease her again—slipping all the way out, then pushing back in.
“Fuck. It just slides in without resistance. Your greedy shithole’s not even trying to milk me,” I said, punctuating it with a slap to her ass.
I pressed my fingers to her branded flesh, feeling the heat rise off it, then started to fuck her a little harder—revelling in the obscene grip of her stretched hole.
Again and again, I watched the full length of my cock vanish into her ass. The need to ruin her overwhelmed me. I dropped her cheeks, spread my knees wider, and fell over her, catching my weight on my hands.
“All you can do now is feel,” I whispered beside her ear, eyes locked on her face.
Her eyelid twitched.
I chuckled. Perfect.
“You might even glean some pleasure after all,” I said—then slammed myself into her raised ass, hard enough to jolt the bed.
I didn’t need to see the machine to know what was happening—her vitals told me everything. With every rapid, deep thrust,her ass moved in tandem, bouncing under each slap of my hips against her fleshy cheeks.
“Yeah, right up your shithole. This is as deep as it gets,” I moaned, lost in how fucking good she felt wrapped around my dick.
No twitch of resistance. Just soft, pliant heat, made to be fucked.
Sweat rolled down my spine as I pounded into her ass—stretched wide, open, and clenching to the shape of my cock.
Then I felt it.
A flutter.
Her asshole pulsed.
I didn’t stop.
I fucked her harder. Deeper. Fast enough to leave me breathless.
Again—this time her hole squeezed around me.
“You gonna come? From your Owner’s cock deep in your bowels?” I growled.“Filthy fuckcow. Use that ass.”
