Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
ZILARA
Istudy the male before me, noting the drops of sweat beading on his forehead. Detox is not unknown to us ever since we started gathering humans for their milk. It seems as if this is a race determined to exterminate itself for some unknown reason.
They all have their demons. Some are worse than others. What could this male possibly be running from? Gathering him into my arms, I run my fingers over his brow, smoothing away the sweat. The way he sags into me causes an odd stirring, something I’ve never felt before.
It’s not arousal. Not really. More like it’s a tenderness I’ve never exhibited until now.
But then, it’s not as if I’ve owned anyone before this moment.
Even though I have a few cows, they never really felt like mine.
The ranch hands did everything to and for them while I focused on the agricultural side.
Seeing as females do not please me, I was happy to give them over to more experienced Icorians. Besides, what do I know of humans? Even if their anatomy is so very similar to mine, there’s bound to be some differences. They are aliens after all.
I keep my voice low as I examine my new acquisition, not wishing to add to his torment. “How is it a male happened to be on board? Surely his breasts are not suitable for bringing forth milk.” His pecs bunch and ripple a moment as if in response to my question.
Again, that tendril of arousal drifts through me, a hollow whisper of sensation that has me clenching my thighs in need. Of all the men they could have procured, he really is such a pretty thing.
Glancing up at the sentinel responsible for keeping the bovine in check, I watch as he glances about as if he is ashamed. “The technicians are still trying to figure that out. The best they can surmise is that he was on top of the acquisition they really wanted, and he was collateral damage.”
The bull’s nostrils flare as he looks over at my other cow, the one who’s also detoxing. It makes sense they’d be together if they’re both suffering right now. A shard of jealousy slices through me as they continue to gaze at each other. It doesn’t matter what they were on Earth. He’s mine now.
What in all of Icora is wrong with me? I’m normally so calm, so easy to please. Now, all I want to do is drive this bit of competition off my ranch and into some other herd. But that’s insanity. I need every drop of milk her large breasts can produce.
“Take the cows to be milked,” I snap over at Draagor, instantly regretting the sharpness of my tone.
It’s not like me to get so worked up. I know it, and he knows it. Thankfully, he’s a good enough employee that he refrains from speaking on it in front of others.
Softening my voice, I ease myself up from the ground. “Make sure a Medical Rancher is aware of what’s going on with her. I don’t want my cattle to suffer needlessly.”
The sentinel looks over at him and shows the thin, nearly translucent screen.
“It says alcohol and flunitrazepam? Rohypnol is in parentheses after it followed by roofie.” He then glances at me with a confused look on his face.
“I am not familiar with these. Much like what’s in his system.
We have no way of understanding the purposes. ”
My bull’s face is pale, nearly completely white. “That’s impossible,” he mutters under his breath, his eyes wild as if he’s not fully able to see.
The sentinel raises his hand as if to strike my property, but I intervene, stepping between them in one fluid movement. “You will not touch my bull,” I seethe, drawing my brows down into a fierce frown.
“But the rules-”
“Are to be followed, yes. But that is for me to discipline him. He is no longer a ward of the government. That ended the moment my credits were transferred into their coffers. Send a copy of the drugs in their system to Draagor. He will work with the Medical Ranchers to make sure my herd is cared for. That is all.”
As he walks away, my bull stares up at me, a look of shock on his face. “Thank-”
“Silence. You will not speak until asked. If you cannot control your mouth, I will put the gag back in. Are we clear? The rules were already given to you before the auction. They do not end now that I have purchased you. Now say, yes, Mistress Rancher. I understand.”
“Yes, Mistress Rancher,” he coughs out. “I understand.”
I turn to Draagor as he drags the other two heifers behind him. “Tell Morthran we have a difficult case and to be prepared when we arrive.”
Shaking my head, I pick up the leash attached to my bull and tug on it gently, urging him to get up.
His steps are shaky as he follows me, as if he’s about to collapse.
This is honestly the last thing I need. I purchased him because I thought he’d be a strong asset for me.
Now, I realize he might just be a huge liability.
As I lead him to the milking barn, my mind whirls at the speed of light. Though I’ve never seen to the cows’ needs, I know what the machines do and how they work. In order to be a proper Mistress Rancher, I made sure to know every single thing on my ranch.
From what I remember of the machine, there’s nothing there that will assist in milking his cock. Does this mean I need to milk him by hand? I’m no stranger in the art of sex, but it’s not something I’ve enjoyed participating in. Besides, with him being a human, will the mechanics even be the same?
This was a stupid idea.
As I bring him inside the enclosure, I continue to curse my lack of foresight. Strong muscles and a chiseled jaw don’t directly mean he’ll translate into being an asset for me.
Once we’re alone, I sit down on the milking bench and cross my arms. “You are allowed to speak, but only because we’re alone.
To reiterate the rules, when you’re in the presence of other Icorians, you are to moo only.
Normally, when you work on a ranch, you’re not even supposed to speak to unless spoken to.
Because we’re going to spend a lot of time together, it will make things simpler to let you talk when it’s just us.
I will first start with your human name. ”
The bull towers over me, an odd feat seeing as I’m not much shorter than the Icorian males.
I know it’s only because I’m seated, but for the first time, I actually feel small and delicate, more like what my sisters feel.
It’s an odd sensation, one that has my heart racing like a schoolgirl with her first crush but also puts a pit of dread in my stomach.
“Ethan,” he grumbles out, his voice deliciously low and deep.
“Ethan,” I repeat back, savoring the sound on my tongue. “Explain to me your reaction to the human cow. The one with the blonde hair.”
His face turns an odd shade of red, and for a moment, I debate on calling for a Medical Rancher. Nothing else seems amiss though. His breathing remains the same as does his ability to stand.
“She was my friend with benefits. A groupie that wanted to come home with me.”
“Is that Earth speak for a relationship? Is that what a groupie is?”
For a moment, his green eyes dance as he stifles a laugh.
“Not even close. A friend with benefits situation is more like we satisfy each other’s needs but don’t have an actual relationship.
” But then all traces of humor dry up. “If I’m being honest, I don’t even remember her name.
Everything is so hazy. “Level with me. This isn’t a dream. Is it?”
Confusion muddles my head for a moment. These humans and their odd phrases. “I haven’t a level to give you, but we have one back at the ranch, I believe. As for this being a dream, it is not. What did they tell you when they prepared you for auction?”
A pained look crosses his face as he shuffles on his feet.
His cock bobs a bit as more precum gathers at his tip and slides down.
Fascinating. It’s so white and pearly, not like the pale blue issuings of an Icorian.
Before I can stop myself, I ease a fingertip up the underside of his shaft and draw the fluid onto my skin.
At my touch, he hisses and jerks back, only to groan and cup himself.
“Shall I get the Medical Rancher?” I cry out, looking up at his face in concern.
It’s screwed up into an awful grimace, but he shakes his head. “No. I- I just need. I-”
“Oh! Yes. You need to be milked.” In all of my trying to figure out who he is and how he’s here, I forgot the most important thing at the moment.
I nearly laugh as his lips twist into a frown. “It doesn’t sound so pleasant when you put it that way.”
Shrugging, I look over at the machine as a feeling of helplessness covers me like a shroud. “We don’t have a machine for you, and I’m not sure how to make this one accommodate your... massiveness. It’s for nipples, not cocks.”
“Thank God for small mercies,” he groans. “I’m sure a machine would rip the thing off.”
Unsure of what to do, I stand and press my hand against his hard, naked chest. With me standing, he’s just a few inches taller than I am, but it’s still tall enough to make my heart flutter.
“I will take you in hand.”
“That’s not necessary,” he bites out, jerking his body away from me.
Instantly, I miss the warmth between our two bodies, the heat of his gaze as he stared into my eyes. “It’s not a request. You must be milked. I worry what will happen to you if I don’t.”
A lurid groan drips from his lips as he glances down between us. “I can do this myself.”
As I look at him, a spark of tenderness blossoms in my chest. “That is not permissible. You are mine now. I will attend to you. You can either let me do this willingly, or I will bind you and do it anyway. The choice is yours.”
“This isn’t really a dream,” he whispers again, his voice hoarse and ragged.
“No, my handsome bull. It is not.”
My words seem to have an odd effect on him, making him far more pliant as I push him down to the ground. Only one question remains. How will I rid his body of his seed? Will I take him in my mouth? My hands? My pussy? So many things I didn’t think about before I hit the bidding button.
When it turned green, I was elated. Now, I’m forced to face the consequences of my actions. It would be so much easier if it were just a perfunctory joining of bodies like I do with the Icorian males whenever I feel the need for satisfaction.
It’s not like I can shove him off onto Draagor or Morthran. They’ve made it perfectly clear where their desires lie. They want a cow of their own, and nothing less will tempt them. Not even Icorian pussy.
For the first time, I find myself in sexual power over another male, and I find I don’t know what to do with it. When I go into these joinings, I prefer to be in the submissive role. Not that the Icorian males would have it any other way. But can a human really dominate an Icorian?
Again, I look down at his cock. I’m sure it’s so large because of the serum. It only makes sense. If the female’s breasts grow to up to triple the size, why not his cock.
Either way, it’s still smaller than an Icorian male’s, and part of me wonders if that will make the joining all the more pleasurable. To be sure, I’m made to stretch, but I’ve never enjoyed that part. Not like the others of my gender.
As I stare at Ethan’s most intimate place, I find my body growing warm. Perhaps he gave me his fever? A tendril of unease slips down my spine as I run the back of my hand over my cheeks. No. I’m not feverish. But then what is this sensation he pulls out of me?
Why him and no one else?
So many possibilities swirl about in my mind, but none of them can come to fruition if I lose the ranch.
There will be no exploring these feelings or even a hope of branding him and making him mine if I can’t even keep my ranch.
If I fail, I’ll be forced to mate with a pompous Icorian member of the court.
I have to make this work. I have to find a way to save my ranch and all I hold dear. But the only way to do that, is to give my bull his first milking.