Chapter 11
Mariya
The room was quiet as I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands trembling slightly as I waited.
Rurik’s words weighed heavily on me.
My heart thudded in my chest, a mix of anticipation and dread swirling within me.
I hadn’t seen them in what felt like an eternity—my babies, my twins.
The door creaked open, and there they were.
Alexei and Tatiana toddled in, their little faces lighting up the moment they saw me.
Their dark brown hair, so much like their father’s, framed their cherubic faces.
Tatiana’s eyes, a deep, soulful blue like my own, widened with recognition, while Alexei’s pale, icy blue eyes—Rurik’s eyes—sparkled with excitement.
They seemed so much bigger, 18 months old and full of life, but to me, they would always be my babies.
“Mama!”
Tatiana squealed, her tiny voice piercing the silence as she rushed forward, arms outstretched.
Alexei was close behind, babbling incoherently but with equal enthusiasm.
My breath caught in her throat as I reached for them, pulling them into my arms.
Their warmth, their scent, the way their little hands clung to me—it was overwhelming.
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I blinked them away, unwilling to let Rurik see my vulnerability.
They chattered excitedly, their words tumbling over one another in a jumble of half-formed sentences and giggles.
Tatiana pointed to the window, babbling about the birds she’d seen, while Alexei tugged at my sleeve, trying to show me a toy he’d been clutching.
I laughed softly, my heart swelling with love even as a pang of guilt twisted in my chest.
I needed to be here for them.
Nothing else mattered.
As they settled onto the bed, their energy began to wane, and their babbling turned to soft murmurs.
Tatiana nestled against my side while Alexei climbed into my lap, his head resting against my chest.
My hands moved instinctively, stroking their soft hair as they nuzzled closer.
I parted the dress, and as they began to nurse, a strange conflict stirred within me.
I hated Rurik for what he was doing, for the way he had bound me to him through these children.
And yet, as I looked down at their peaceful faces, their tiny hands clutching at me, I couldn’t deny the fierce love I felt for them.
The nagging questions that plagued me returned.
Would it be so terrible to have another child? A sibling for the twins?
My gaze flickered to Rurik, who sat in a chair beside the bed, his eyes fixed on the scene before him.
His expression was unreadable, but there was a softness in his gaze as he watched the twins—a tenderness that surprised me.
For a moment, I almost believed he was capable of love.
But then his eyes met mine, and the softness vanished, replaced by something darker, more primal.
His desire for me was unmistakable, a hunger that went beyond the physical.
It was possessive and all-consuming, sending a shiver down my spine.
I looked away, focusing instead on the twins.
I stroked their heads, my fingers trembling slightly as I tried to push aside the conflicting emotions raging within me.
They were my children, my precious babies, and no matter what I felt for Rurik, I would do anything to protect them, even if it meant enduring his presence, his touch, his control.
As the twins drifted off to sleep, their little bodies warm and heavy against mine, I felt a strange sense of peace settle over me. For now, at this moment, they were safe. And for now, that was enough.
***
Orla came late last night, and Maksim picked her up from the airport. Knowing the children had her while I was stuck down here was a relief. Rurik was taking no chances. There were two locked doors before we reached a third to get upstairs. I wasn't surprised to see his lavish house. The man was excessively wealthy.
He brought me a book along with my breakfast but that wasn't what I was looking at. It was the Hucow outfit he left on the futon. I lifted the thin mesh cow costume and stood up to put it on, sliding my feet through the material. It reminded me of a catsuit, only this had holes in the chest and crotch area.
It was a full-body cow suit that left me with no modesty. The horn and ear headband was next. I glanced down at my bare breasts. They ached since the twins didn't breastfeed this morning.
It wasn't long until I heard the lock mechanism. Taking a deep breath before I moved onto my hands and knees. There was a pause at the door before I listened to his footsteps on the floor. The closer they got, the harder my heart began to pound, and I almost jumped when I felt him touch my hair.
“Good cow,”
he murmured as his fingers reached below my chin to tilt my head up. “I bet you're ready to be milked.”
“Moo,”
I said obediently and immediately saw his pleased smile before he crouched down before me.
His hand moved under me to feel my breasts and protruding nipples.
“Such pretty pink udders my cow has,”
he said, using both hands to massage my full breasts.
I closed my eyes, but he moved his hands away.
When I opened them again, he had the key in his hand.
He removed my chain before he stood up, and my eyes widened when he pulled a long black and white tail with a fluffy white end to it.
I almost spoke but caught myself.
“Mooo…?”
I said uncertainly when I saw the metal end of the tail.
“Don't worry, I have lube,”
he said with a chuckle as he pulled a tube from his pocket.
I glanced at his pockets and wondered what other horrid items he had stashed in there.
“Turn around, little cow. You're not a proper cow until you have a tail swinging between your legs,”
he said, swinging the tail to demonstrate the action.
The twins think of the twins, Mariya.
Red-faced, I shuffled around until my backside was facing him, and I faced my bed.
My body was tense at the thought of him pushing that thing inside of me.
He moved behind me, and I focused on the pillows on my bed.
The cap was flicked open, and I closed my eyes but held my breath when I felt his wet fingers trace my asshole. A breath burst past my lips when I felt him push against my hole.
“Have you not had anything inside your ass?”
he asked when I clamped my muscles down to refuse the intrusion.
“Moo,”
I said as I shook my head.
“It’s a very small plug. Try and relax your muscles,”
he said cooly before continuing to push his finger against my hole.
I took a few deep breaths before I consciously relaxed my muscles, and as soon as I did, his finger slipped past my natural defences.
The ass should only be a one-way system, yet here I was dressed as a cow with a billionaire steel manufacturer sticking his finger in my asshole.
I almost laughed as the hysteria built up inside of me.
“There we are. This is what I need, Mariya,”
Rurik said in a low and husky voice as he drew closer to cup my tender breast. “You’re learning quickly. No words, no thoughts—just the sound I allow you to make. Moo for me, my sweet Hucow. Let me hear how well you obey.”
I closed my eyes, feeling his finger easing in and out of me, pushing deeper each time. His fingers were wrapped around my nipple, teasing it, tugging on it until my milk dripped out.
“Moo,”
I said, whispering softly through a shuddering breath.
“More,”
he whispered beside my ear. “Embrace it.”
“Moo, moo, moo, moo, mu— Moooooo!”
I said, ending on a high-pitched scream as he thrust his finger deep inside of me, wriggling it around.
His throaty chuckle joined my panting.
“You were made for this—me. Let’s get this tight little hole plugged up,”
he said, releasing my nipple and pulling away from me.
The tail was the least of my worries as I considered how much I enjoyed his method of domination.