Page 40 of Milking His Lass

Shaking my head, I help her out of my shirt and bring it over to the laundry hole. I’ll never understand humans and their inquisitive minds. If I ever have a question, I need only ask. Nothing is kept from each other on Icora. We don’t have secrets.

Well… I guess that’s not entirely true. I didn’t keep secrets until Fiona came into my life. Not that allowing her to speak to her family is against the rules. But I don’t dare bring that up to anyone else. They might misconstrue my actions and call my mental faculties into question. Best if I just keep this information to myself.

I motion for her to crawl over to the spanking bench. Without any fuss or fight, she does what she’s told. Her fiery red hair splays around her face like a curtain, covering her breasts as she crawls. When she sits back on her heels, her stiff nipples poke out from between the strands, making my cock hard.

“Now then, I recall you asking about coffee.”

The way her eyes light up nearly takes my breath away. She’s so happy, so content to be my cow. It seems as if there are only a few more things needed for her to be truly at peace here. Unfortunately, as much as I want to, I can’t give her all her heart desires.

“Yes, Master? I promise if I could have a cup a day, I’ll be the best cow ever for you.”

A dark chuckle rumbles through my chest. “No. You’ll be a good cow regardless, or you’ll get punished.” She shivers at my threat, making my cock pulse behind the confines of my suit.

“Yes, Master,” she grumbles, her tone petulant.

“I wish I could give you some, but that is not one of the allotted things cows are allowed to have.” When her face crumples, my heart goes out to her.

So many things have changed in such a short span of time. I can understand and sympathize with how devastating this must be. When I help her up to the milking stand, she doesn’t resist. But then, she doesn’t exactly go with enthusiasm.

“I can’t give you coffee, but I can possibly give you an alternative?” Her face perks up, but the smile doesn’t go all the way to her eyes. “Unfortunately, your addicting bean also alters the flavor of the milk. However, I have, in my possession, a plant with the same mind-altering chemical compounds, but it doesn’t taint the taste.”

“I see,” she murmurs, her tone skeptical. “What’s the catch?”

“Catch?” I repeat, confusion fuzzing my brain for a moment. “It is a plant. No need to catch it. It’s there in the ground for the plucking.”

Finally, that soft smile returns to her lips. “No, Master,” she chuckles. “Let me try again. “What do I have to do to get this magical plant elixir?”

“Ahhh. For that, all you have to do is to be a good cow for me.”

I slide her hair away from her chest, letting it fall down her back like a copper waterfall. Her nipples jut out, stiff and swollen. Her poor breasts are so engorged, so painfully full. Urging her forward, I attach the suction cups.

For a moment, there’s a wince of pain on her face as they pull the milk from her, but when it finally flows, she sags against the metal, relief etched on her face. She looks so serene, so content.

Unzipping my suit, I stroke myself to the sight of her. She rests there while I pleasure myself, gliding my hand up and down as I stare at her swollen breasts and arousal trickling onto the seat.

“Touch yourself,” I rasp out, gripping the metal.

With a soft moan, she parts her pussy lips and strokes her clit. When she leans back, I can see the tight bundle of nerves peeking out, just as stiff as her nipples jutting up from her. Such a needy little cow.

I bite down on my lower lip as pleasure surges through me. This is what she does to me. This is the need she pulls from my body with every breathy moan and needy whine.

With my free hand, I fumble about in my pocket, doing my best to grab the small baggie containing my planet’s version of caffeine, all while keeping my suit perched around my hips. With my cum and this substance, my little heifer will have the caffeine she so desperately desires.

“Turn your face toward me.”

I thread my fingers through her hair, anchoring her face as I bring the tip up to her lips. Without hesitation, she opens her mouth and swallows me inside. Groaning, I rock back and forth, filling her as much as her jaw will widen to allow me.

She wraps her lips around me, sucking in earnest. My balls draw up in response, sending frissons of sensation racing up and down my spine. Though I was depleted not that long ago, everything aches as if I haven’t come in days.

Gripping her hair, I hold her head in place as I piston in and out of her mouth. Her soft moans as she laps at my tip thrum through my brain, turning everything to mush. All I can think about is her.

“Celestials,” I bite out. “I’m so fucking close. Keep licking me like that. You’re such a good girl for me. Here, grip the base of my cock. It’s going to take both hands, my pet. That’s it. Just like that. Squeeze me. Milk my cock the way the machine milks your breasts.”

“Yes, Master,” she whimpers, as she pulls her mouth away, squirming on the bench.

Her hips rock back and forth with the same insistence as mine. The machine must be tormenting her dearly. Pulling away, I smile at the pout gracing her lovely face. Hunching down, I move her hips so that she’s back on all fours.

After a moment or two of fiddling with the machine deep in her pussy, a small piece comes out and latches onto her clit. It must have a sentience of its own. Unerringly, it massages her insistent bundle of nerves until she’s quivering on the bench, begging for more.

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