Page 65 of Milking His Lass

“That’s it, my precious pet,” I purr, easing two fingers past her tight ring.

Though it’s been a while since the plug was in her, she still opens up for me, letting me invade her forbidden entrance. I push her slick into her body, smearing it deep inside. All that’s left is my cock up her ass.

Gripping her hip, I breathe for a moment, waiting for her to match me. Minute by minute, she relaxes, pulling air deep in her lungs as she lies there like the perfect vessel for my cum. I stroke myself to the sight of her complete submission, searing the image into my brain.

I tease her back entrance with my tip, sliding it just past her ring then pulling out. The muscle clenches as a lurid moan drips from her lips.

“That’s my good little anal whore,” I breathe. “Stroke yourself. Touch your needy little pussy as I fill you up with my cock.”

Fiona does as she’s commanded, and the moment her fingers touch her clit, I ease in a bit more. Her tight ring fights me, clenching around girth as I force my way in. Sweat beads on my forehead as I take my time, refusing to harm her.

With each inch I slide in, it feels like it takes hours. But she takes me. Her body sucks me in, swallowing me up until the ring is pure white, straining against my shaft. Moans turn to whimpers, which turn into soft, needy cries.

Her fingers brush over her clit with fast movements as she strains toward another orgasm. I know I certainly won’t last long. Her ass is hot and tight, squeezing me until my eyes nearly cross. Almost there. Almost all the way seated.

The shafts of skin at my base lick her sensitive flesh, drawing another gasp from her flushed lips. She strains against me, rocking back on my cock as she drives me deeper into her body until we’re one.

Holding her there, I breathe for a moment, not wanting this time to pass by so quickly. Unfortunately, my body has other plans. Pleasure thrums through me, forcing me to move. I pull out of her and ease back in, still tempering my movements.

After a few thrusts, she looks back over her shoulder, pinning me with a desperate look. “Please, Master,” she whimpers, wriggling under me. “Please, just fucking fuck me, ya fucker!”

A grin slides up my lips as I wrap my arm around her waist, holding her in place as I surge back in, slamming into her. Dropping kisses along her spine, I thread my other hand through her hair and pull back, making her arch against me.

“Is that any way to talk to your Master Rancher?” I rasp, fucking her with hard strokes.

“No, Master,” she wails, her body tightening as I finally give her what she wants, what she truly needs.

“And will you speak to me with more respect next time?” I growl as my balls clench painfully hard.

“Not at all, Master.” That little bit of snark, that sass that I’ve come to love and crave, pours out of her, washing over me.

“Didn’t think so.” Chuckling, I push her back down against the bed and dig both hands into her hips.

It’s one thing I feared might have been beaten out of her at Jakroon’s hands. Though no one else will ever hear her talk this way, I welcome it. It makes her my sassy little Highland lass.

Her body calls to me, milking me in a way no human cow ever has before. There’s no way I’ll last. A few more strokes, and I pour myself into her body. The pleasure and relief zips through me as I shout out to the skies, feeling complete and whole as she spasms around me.

Soon, her cries intermingle with mine as her orgasm races through her, causing everything to tighten up. As she squeezes my cock, my vision blurs as agonizing pleasure races over me.

Eventually, I loosen my grip and ease out of her, already missing the heat of her body, the intimacy of her embrace. Gathering her into my arms, I kiss the back of her head and hold her tightly against me. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here in bed with my perfect cow in my arms.

Soon, she drifts back off to sleep, and I let her. Her human body is still healing, after all. Besides, she’ll need all her strength for the branding ceremony. Technically, I’m only doing this for the capital. To me, she’s mine, whether she’s branded or not.

She will always be my Highland lass.

Epilogue

Antroli

I stare down at my cow, taking in her quivering flesh as I strap her down to the branding table. Off to the side, Vrokjan does the same. It’s only fitting that both cows be branded together when they seem so intertwined with each other. Fiona reaches out for Jessica, her arm stretching across to take her hand.

It’s sweet, really seeing how they both care for each other. It warms my heart to know neither will ever truly be alone. And after this branding, everyone will know exactly who they belong to. Looking up at Vrokjan, I smile for a moment before worry sizzles its way across my synapses.

I’ve heard of Ranchers branding their cows before, but to my knowledge, no one on our Ranch has done so. Not even Vrokjan. He smirks, his confidence soothing my unease. Walking over to the fire, he pokes the metal around, putting it close to the center.

Both cows quiver as they watch him, the fear palpable in the air. I wish I could do something, say something, reassure them in some way. But no words will ever be enough. I know it won’t. It’s the unknown that eats at us both until it gnaws at my brain.

If only there was a way to travel in time, then it would all be over with. Fiona would already have the brand, and she’d be healthy and happy. With a sigh, I trail my fingers down her spine, my cock pulsing as she shivers beneath my touch. Still such a responsive little thing.

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