Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
MINDY
Stretching out, I felt my sore muscles relax, and as I inhaled, it reminded me of the forest. Warm and woody.
It felt like a log held me down across my midsection, and my eyes fluttered open to see the muscular, fur-covered arm of the Bull, who I now belonged to.
“Good morning, sweet milkmaid.” His deep voice wrapped around me like a warm blanket.
“Good morning, Sir.”
A smile spread across his face as he nuzzled my head, inhaling. “You smell delicious.”
“Um.” What do you say to that? “Thank you?”
He chuckled, and his chest bounced against me. “Today I shall show you around your new home. Then we will see the head of the dairy and the doctors.”
“What if I don’t like being a hucow?” My voice sounded like a scared child’s.
“I do not know.” He lifted his head and looked down into my eyes. “No one has ever not liked it.”
Clearing my throat, I mustered up my courage to ask all my questions. “Am I plaything? Girlfriend? Toy? Possession? What is expected of me? What if you don’t like me? What if I don’t like you? What if I drive you crazy? Have you thought about what I might not like? Do I get to say no to you?”
“Sweet Mindy.” He gently placed a finger against my lips as he laughed. “Take a breath. I will answer all your questions.”
My body trembled as I took a deep breath. “Okay.”
“What was your first question?” He sat up and pulled me into his lap, cradling me.
“What am I to you?” I felt a frown on my face. “A toy? Plaything?”
“You are my special female. My royal milkmaid.” He stroked my face. “You will care for all my needs and wants. And I will care for you.”
“What happens if I don’t like being your milkmaid?” I felt tears well up in my eyes. “Will you kill me?”
“Kill you?” He pulled back and glared at me. “Why would anyone choose to take the life of someone else for that?”
“I don’t know the rules here!” The tears ran down my cheeks. “On Earth they had groups who used women as brood mares and if you went against them, they would kill you!”
“We are not on that barbaric planet.” I felt his hot breath puff against my skin. “We are not like the Idions.”
“Sorry.” I sniffled. “I don’t know much about your race and the people here.”
“Bovinara is a peaceful planet. The nasty Idions do not bring their war here. We are the ones who provide food for them.”
“I see.”
He tightened his arms around me. “You are not some toy I will toss to the refuse. You are important to me.”
I snuggled into him, rubbing my cheek against his soft fur. “Prince Genmor, I will do my best to please you. Teach me how.”
He smiled down at me. “Let’s begin.”
The Prince moved from the bed and carried me into a small room with a table. He set me down and then climbed onto the table, stretched out onto his belly.
“You go under the milking table.”
“May I feel your body before I do?” I pressed my lips together and waited.
“Of course.” His voice purred, and I stepped closer and ran my hands down his back. “You are to touch me whenever the mood strikes you.”
I felt myself relax as I pushed my fingers into his fur and rubbed gently. From his neck to his firm ass, then down each leg.
His body was toned and tight. Each muscle was defined. And my touch made him moan.
He liked this!
I took my time massaging him, enjoying the feel of his body while I mustered up my courage to go beneath and learn what milking him entailed.
Once I felt acquainted with him, I moved under the table and found pillows along with a bucket. There were two large holes. His face filled one, and his ginormous penis filled the other.
“That’s it. Learn my cock.”
I sat on the floor inspecting it. He was thickest at the base and hung down over a foot!
“You will stroke me, bringing me to full size, then you will continue your ministrations and milk me into the collection bucket.”
“What do I do with it then?” I traced one vein from its base to the head.
“You will call Rogon to collect it. It will be used to impregnate a new generation of cows.” His eyes drifted closed. “As well as other applications.”
I wrapped my hands around him and used a hand over hand motion as his cock thickened before my eyes.
It was certainly impressive.
“If you feel the need to cover up, I will make sure you have the finest garments.” He licked his lips, and I felt my pussy gush seeing how long and full it was. “In castle you are to remain as you are now.”
“N-n-naked? Will you … mate me? I mean how often?” I ran a hand over the tip, collecting the moisture there, and rubbed it into his length.
“Yes.” He groaned. “I will breed you and pamper your body.”
“How often will I need to milk you?” I squirmed as I felt a tingly sensation in my belly.
“Whenever I deem it.” His voice deepened. “Use the wedge to prop your hips up. I wish to gaze upon your slit.”
I felt my cheeks heat. “Ye-yes, Sir.”
Releasing his cock, I moved the pillows around and got into position, then reached up to continue stroking him.
In this position, I felt his cock dripping on my chest and heard him groan like a lowing cow.
He is a cow! Holy shit! I’m turned on by an alien that resembles a bull!!!
“Spread your legs open.”
Obeying him, I opened my legs and then focused my attention on the task at hand. Milking my Master.
I varied my grip and speed, flicked my tongue at his juicy slit and then felt something push against my nether lips. Lifting my head, I saw his very long tongue moving closer to me and realized that’s what touched me.
No one had ever licked me there, and I really wanted to feel something to ease the ache I felt from stroking him.
His tongue tapped my clit, and I felt my pussy clench. My grip tightened, and I moved my hands in the motion I’d seen cows milked by.
The prince assured me he’d take care of me. To live in this plush castle and be pampered I would do anything he’d ask of me.
I licked my lips and shivered. Sweet and salty.
The perfect treat.
Lifting my head, I wrapped my lips around the tip and suckled. Then I felt his tongue push into my core.
My throat swallowed the small amount that came out of him, and I moved my hands faster. I could feel his moans through my body, and when he took his tongue away, I whimpered.
“Keep stroking, sweet milkmaid.” His hips moved against the table. “Fuck! Faster … so … close.” He panted, and I felt my chest swell with pride.
I’m making him happy! I can do it! I can pleasure the Bovinaran Prince!
“Your tiny mouth.” He shivered. “I want to come down your throat!”
Shit. What do I do? Me or the bucket?
His groans came out in waves, and the first blast of his orgasm made me feel like I was drowning.
I flailed around, reaching for the bucket to catch what I couldn’t take, hoping that would salvage the milking session.
His cum covered my face, neck, and chest with no way for me to wipe it away. I needed both hands to hold the bucket, so it wouldn’t get shot across the room!
After what felt like years, his cock seemed done and deflated.
“With time you will be able to take more.” He sighed. “You have done very well for your first interactions.”
I set the bucket to the side and used my hands to clear my face.
“Come my pet, we will go see the doctor.” He moved from the table, went to the wall and hit a button before coming over to offer me his hand.
Rogon entered and gave him a bow, took the bucket, gave me an eyebrow-raised look, then disappeared.
“Shouldn’t I shower first?”
“Don’t be silly.” He reached back and pulled a collar and leash from the hook on the wall.
I didn’t remember having seen that when I first came in.
“Lift your hair.” He commanded as he turned me around and affixed the collar. “Turn to me.”
I turned and let my hair down to see him smiling. “What?”
“You look beautiful in my collar.” He attached the leash and gave me a tug. “Come, pet.”
I walked behind him as he led me through the castle. Not one person gave me a funny look or stared.
Most of them had little clothing on.
“Gen!” an unfamiliar voice called from behind us, and the prince stopped to look back.
“Symud!” He beamed. “When did you arrive?”
“Last night.” This new person looked me over. “I see your milkmaid is learning her duties.”
“Yes. I was pleased she won.” He motioned to me. “This is Mindy.”
“Hello, Mindy.” The man gave me a nod. “I am Gen’s brother Symud.”
“Hello, Symud.” I pressed my lips together and squirmed nervously.
“Not used to the freedom from garments yet I take it.” He joked. “Based on the few humans here I can assure you that it’ll feel more normal soon.”
“Thank you.” I gave him a nod and looked up Genmor.
“I am taking her to the royal physician.” He gave his brother a nod. “We should have dinner.”
“I’ll see you there.”
Genmor gave my leash a tug, and we continued through the castle.