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It’s not until he drops to his knees and clutches his cock, angling it between my splayed thighs. “I’ll make a deal with you. Pee first, and I’ll grant you whatever request is bouncing around in that head of yours. That is, if it’s within my power to give it.”

Before I can open my mouth, he gives me a stern frown. “Except leaving me. I will never honor that request until your three hundred and sixty-five days are up. And even then, I might not let you go.”

My jaw drops as I note the intensity in his gaze. “You’re serious. Aren’t you?”

“Like a human heart affliction.”

I would chuckle at his incorrect phrasing, but all humor dries up when something warm splashes against my pussy. This time, his lips widen into a large grin as he aims the hot stream to hit my clit. My brain stops as I try desperately to both process and reject what’s happening all at the same time.

The heat spreads over me, sending warmth through my body. Unfortunately, it also means my body hums with undesired arousal, the sensation spurred on by the goddamn serum. I shouldn’t like this. I don’t like this. And yet, my body continues to betray me.

Mortified, I try to jump back, but his free hand wraps around my arm, anchoring me in place. “Seems like it’s a moot point, after all. And look at that. Not only did I win, but I also got to mark my territory all in one piss. Now, are you able to go? Or do I need to assist you?”

The absolute last thing I want is for him to help me with this. Even if it’s as mundane as the Medical Ranchers pressing on my bladder, I’m sure Master Antroli will find another way to make it even more humiliating. Gritting my teeth, I close my eyes and think of any aquatic feature I can.

Waterfalls. That’s a good one. Lakes. Rivers. Fjords. The epic Fairy Pools of the Isle of Skye. Loch Coruisk. Loch Shiel. After naming a few more places, my bladder finally gets over its fucking shyness and lets go.

Groaning, I sway a touch and lean against the wall, letting the cool tile chill my fevered cheek. Pissing shouldn’t feel so damned good, and yet, the relief thrums through me just as potent as an orgasm. Mary, Joseph, and the wee baby Jesus, but I better not start coming from visiting the loo.

Once I’m done, I look around for the toilet paper but find none. Of course there’s not. That would ruin him having to humiliate me further by cleaning me himself. His infuriating chuckle zips down my spine as he removes the rest of his suit and drops it on the floor.

“Normally, I’d hose you down, but since I’m in need of cleaning as well, shower it is.” With deft movements, he grips the base of my tail and pulls. The sensation is intense. Soft moans slide out of my throat, filling the air. “You’re going to be a good little anal slut for me, aren’t you, my darling Highland?”

The plug slides out with a nearly audible pop. Shivers race down my spine as need turns my insides into mush. To answer him, I lift my ass in the air, desperate for his touch. It almost makes me forget the humiliation of him peeing on me… Almost.

With a dark chuckle, he teases my back entrance with his fingers. “Celestials,” he bites out. “I’m going to have to ask the Medical Ranchers to make me a device to stretch out your ass. That is, if human asses can even take something as large as my cock up them. I haven’t studied that particular effect with other cows.”

My heart glows at his words. Not only would he be my first, but I’d be his as well. Unfortunately, no nice words or lovely sentiments come out of my mouth. It opens, and out pops the little analytical person sitting at the desk.

“I’ve heard a human rectum can take up to seven inches before risking permanent damage. Or nearly two full-sized racoons.”

Behind me, I can feel Master Antroli pause. “Racoons? Do humans have a habit of shoving vermin up their backsides?”

“No, that’s not-” He slides a finger deep inside, scattering my thoughts.

“But you said racoons. From what I can gather, they are furry bastards that eat out of the garbage. And your species just shoves them up their asses? Is Earth okay?”

The situation would be hilarious if I wasn’t so fucking horny and desperate for him to stimulate me more. “No. We’re not. But that’s beside the point.” Mother fucking serum. What I would do if I ever got my hands on those Medical Ranchers.

Again, he stops and pulls out, leaving me bereft. “I have genuine concerns-”

“Can we just forget about it?” I whine, rocking my hips side to side.

Before I can think about any further retort, he grabs me by the midsection and hauls me up against him. “Just answer me this. You said that men have only played with this pretty little asshole. Please tell me that doesn’t mean raccoons have been there.”

Chapter 14

Fiona

This isn’t going the way I thought it would. Instead of me offering my body in exchange for coffee, not that I’d really deny him anyway, we’re talking about racoons and arses. Fuck. This is not the time for my mind to get away from me.

“Nothing, human or animal, has been up this exit only,” I grunt, doing my best to get away.

It only makes him hold me tighter. The tight band of his arm squeezes so deliciously until I’m completely helpless. No amount of squirming will allow me to get away. I know that much, at least.

The only way I’m breaking free is to use some dirty tips I picked up in the local dojo. That’s certainly not a tactic I want to use. Not yet anyway. Let him think of me as a helpless female. Let all of Icora think I’m without any form of defense. I’m sure it will somehow serve me later.

“My dear little cow,” he groans against my ear, his breath hot and heavy. “How you tempt me.” I twist again, but this time, it’s not to get away. Arousal swamps my senses at his sound of pure, unadulterated need. “Let’s get cleaned up so I can finally use your body as my personal fucktoy.”

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