Chapter 8
Rurik
She was perfect. Her body was made for this. For me.
I released her nipple to study her breasts.
They were fully embodied with the nutritional milk she carried.
These nipples were a fucking work of art.
The breasts that I’d been spying on for weeks.
The taste of her milk lingered on my lips, sweet and rich.
A slow, satisfied smile spread across my face when I noticed that she was lying down.
Mariya’s silence was all the confirmation I required.
There was no screaming or crying.
Some part of her acknowledged that I would never harm our children.
I never once mentioned my pet play fantasies to her, and now she was plunged into the deep end.
She would slowly learn the rules in the milking room while I corrupted her polite English sensibilities.
An image of her kneeling before me, obedient and submissive, her body responding to my touch.
The thought filled me with a twisted sense of pride.
When the breeding season came, she would be strapped to the milking station, helpless to stop me from breeding her again.
Forced to enjoy my dark appetite—all while being milked by the machine.
Our playroom would be our retreat.
She’ll be my masterpiece.
My perfect hucow.
She’ll be completely mine.
My mouth watered as a big fat drop of milk formed on her nipple; knowing the twins were fed and down for their nap, I indulged in my debauched desire by latching onto her breast, sucking and tugging on her rosy pink nipple while massaging her other fat globe of flesh.
She made a hissing sound before she moaned.
In response, I slid my hand between her thighs to burrow a path there.
After a slight resistance, she relaxed her muscles while I touched her pussy.
Her wet pussy.
“Moya gryaznaya korova mokraya,”
I muttered.
“What did you say?”
“I said my dirty little cow is wet,”
I said against her breast before I switched sides again. “I might let you cum if you moo for me.”
“Rurik,”
she said my name with frustration and warning clear in her tone.
“Do you know how many times I dreamt about this pussy? My pussy,”
I said, feeling the unreasonable anger rise within me.
The pussy that she took away from me.
The one I bred.
The one I intended to flood with my seed in the next three days.
It didn't stop me from sliding two fingers inside her.
I knew everything she did after we parted ways, and there was never any evidence of another man.
My hypocrisy knew no bounds when it came to Mariya because I knew how passionate our night was.
Part of me was grateful she had twins, and there was no time for any bastard to make a move on her.
I didn't want to share her with anyone else. I wanted to own her.
Her pussy clung to my fingers, she was tight.
I slid my fingers back before looking at her protruding nipple.
The outer shape was in a perfect circle, a target.
I couldn’t wait to see the suction cups on her.
My cock was flooding my pants, but I didn’t care.
I thrust my fingers back inside her hot pussy, with a satisfied grunt when it coated my fingers with more of her arousal.
I covered her entire nipple and gently sucked on it, licking the tasty peak until she began to pant.
I traced my thumb from her clit to my fingers until she moaned.
Her little bell jangled as she moved, and I wanted my pretty cow to moo for me.
“Are you going to moo for me, Mariya? Do you want to cum?”
When she didn’t reply, I pulled away from her.
“No,”
she gasped.
“Go on then,”
I said, toying with her clit, but I let my fingers rest over her wet cunt.
“Oh—fuck. What is wrong with you?”
“Many things, but that won’t help you right now,”
I said, rubbing my fingers over her labia. “Moo for me, moya korova,” My cow.
Her eyes were shut tight, but through gritted teeth, she mooed for me. It was strained, but it was a good start.
“Again,”
I demanded.
“Moo. Moooo!”
she said, and I pushed my fingers back inside her.
“Khoroshaya korova. Do you want my cock inside you, Mariya,”
I said, crooning her name. Good cow. “Bare, no condom.”
“No—yes, maybe. I don't—yes,”
she mumbled but agreed when I began to plunge my fingers in and out of her.
I was off her in a shot and shoved my pants and underwear down my legs, not bothering to remove my T-shirt. I remembered every inch of her milky white skin. Her belly had warrior marks on it from carrying our children.
My jaw tightened at what I missed out on, but not this time—this time, I would watch her skin stretch. For the last two weeks, I have not remained idle. I studied everything about breeding, pregnancy and breastfeeding.
“Get on your hands and knees, little cow,”
I said, fisting my cock while I looked at her white and black cow collar with the cowbell on it.
She was staring at my dick with ravenous eyes before she rolled over and pushed her ass in the air, showcasing her pretty cunt as she got into position. The chain dangled from her collar, and I moved to kneel behind her.
I brushed her golden hair until it lay on her back. It was halfway down her back, and similar to before, it was feathered in different lengths. She parted her legs for me, spreading them open.
“My dirty cow. Do you want your Owner to fuck your wet hole,”
I said, leaning over to play with her dangling milky tits.
“Moooooo,”
she said, making me groan at her obedience.
“It’s going to be a tight stretch again,”
I warned, releasing her breasts to rub my cock along her wet slit, giving my dick a good sniff of her.
She pushed herself back, trying to force me to mount her. I grabbed her chain and rested my cock between the crack of her ass.
“Bad cow,”
I said, chuckling at her desperate movement. “Moo for me again, Mariya. Do it, and I will give you what you want.”
The series of moo sounds she made were gentle and cajoling. Five—six.
I pushed my cock down the crack of her ass, grazing her asshole with the top before easing it into her gushing pussy. She never hesitated but pushed herself back onto me with her pussy swallowing half of my length. I wrapped the chain around my hand to yank her head up.
“I do the fucking in this room,”
I growled at her before I slammed myself into her, feeling her hole stretch for me.
The combination of her pussy soaking my bare cock, along with the sound of her cowbell and cry, made me grip her hip. I held her steady, reminiscing about our night together.
“Mine. My cunt, my tits. You are my little hucow now,”
I said before using the chain and my grip on her hip to fuck her on and off my dick.
“Ugh…oh. Oh,”
she began to moan as I moved my hand on her ass to grip the soft flesh, moving her as I slammed my hips forward.
“No more fucking condoms for you,”
I snarled as I saw how wet my dick was. There was no need for lube. “Cows don't need condoms. They are made for breeding and milking.”
I let go of the chain and watched her head drop before I pushed her head into the bed, using both hands to hold her as I swung my hips back and forth. Her little asshole was on display, but it was her tight pussy that I focused on as I sawed in and out of her, watching her pussy around my dick stretch. It moved in tandem with my thrusts. I plunged into her as deep as I could until I felt my balls smack off her pussy.
“Yeah, right there. Nice and deep. Do you remember?”
She was too busy holding onto the bed and rubbing her face in it. Her little cowbell was jingling away beneath her. I moved closer and lifted one leg to drive my thrusts harder. She would feel my girth in her abused little hole hours from now. The sound of my balls slapping against her cunt joined her moans and cries.
“That’s it. Take your Owner’s cock, little cow,”
I said, leaning over to move her arm out of my way, reaching beneath her to find those wet nipples. I tugged and tweaked her nipple until I felt her milk soak my fingers. “Yes, you will make a fine milking cow,”
I growled, feeling my balls tighten up and my dick grew rigid.
She began to grunt and tried to push back on me as I drove into her. I pinched her milky nipple, and that was all it took for her to scream into the bed. A memory from that night made me pant and fuck her harder. Those sweet screams.
I pummelled her harder, using her cum to drive deep, feeling her clench around me until I roared and began to shoot my seed inside her. That feeling of draining my balls into her was like no other. No condom, just her sweet tight wet cunt clutching at me, milking me dry.
When the cold reality dawned on me, I almost had tears in my eyes at the thought of sharing her with the twins, but when I thought of my babies innocent, sweet faces, I relaxed.
Them I could share her with.