Page 66 of Milking His Lass

The bruises Jakroon gave her are gone, leaving her body a pristine canvas for our mark. Off to the side, Nagán saunters over, his expression seemingly bored with the entire affair. Having him here makes me feel so much better, though.

Not that I think anything will go wrong, but having a medical professional sets my mind at ease. I know Vrokjan prefers it that way as well. Pulling out a needle, he runs the tip over Fiona’s biceps and plunges it in before she can struggle too much.

“This is the last injection she will need to reformulate the new serum. After what happened with Jessica, I’m taking further precautions. It won’t diminish her supply any further, but now she’ll just stay slightly engorged. You won’t need to feed from her except once a day if you’d rather. The discomfort should be minimal.”

Fiona turns to me, her eyes full of questions, reminding me that she’s been asleep for most of these changes. A soft moo flits from her lips as she silently pleads with me.

“Yes, my pet. You may speak.”

“Does this mean I cannot feed the Ranchers in the morning?”

Nagán heaves a sigh and squats down. “Just like with Jessica, you will produce milk about on par with a human. Instead of the gallon, or in her case, three gallons you produce per feeding, it will be more like a pint or so. If your Ranchers wish to have you feed the men, by all means, you’ll have enough to do so. Hell, if you enjoy being milked, you can even save about two or three bottles at a time. But you will no longer function as a dairy cow. Does that answer your question?”

“Yes, Medical Rancher. Thank you.”

A niggle of jealousy worms its way into my heart as I run my fingers over her hair. “Do you still wish to feed the men instead of me?”

“No, Master Antroli. You misunderstand. I still want to be useful here. It hurts to know I cannot contribute.”

“Ahhh, my little minx. You keep your Master happy and sated. That is useful enough. Besides, you will have other duties as well.” We both exchange a look but refuse to clarify in case Jessica is not privy to what happened at the capital.

Again, she gives a soft sigh, and I worry I’m misunderstanding her again. I hope, in time, we will be as one. As it is, I feel so keenly enmeshed with her, like we’re one soul residing in two bodies.

“You will also be useful to me by teaching me Earthling idioms. I do not like it when we cannot communicate.”

She giggles, the sound tripping over my skin like soft rain falling to the ground. “I will do my best, but it’s not as easy as you think.”

“Try me.”

Vrokjan steps forward, his lips turned down into a frown. “It is time.”

Fiona bucks under my touch, her eyes nearly feral as fear seeps from her pores. Hunching next to her, I stroke her thigh and murmur soft words of encouragement.

“Settle, my pet. You can do this for me. I know you can. You are strong and formidable. Just a quick bite of pain then I’ll shower you with all the pleasure you can imagine. Can you do that for me? Can you be my good little cow and take it?”

“Y- yes, Master.”

Reaching over to Vrokjan, I grab the brand and level at her hip. Before either of us can overthink it, I press the white-hot poker to her skin, my stomach churning as it sears her flesh. Since I know it’s only momentary pain and I’m not actually harming her, her cries go straight to my cock, making it rock hard.

Next to me, my boss strokes himself as he does the same to Jessica. Both cows cry out their pain to the heavens as their tears fall to wet the dirt. Pulling the brand away, I set it off to the side and fall to my knees, taking Fiona’s face in my hand.

“Such a good girl for me,” I croon, showering her face with kisses.

Her tears taste like salt and sorrow, making precum well to the tip of my cock. With a disgruntled sound, Nagán walks over to her and wipes her down, forcing another cry to flee her throat.

“Such dramatics,” he growls. “It’s not even hurting any more. Stop this needless display.”

As he walks over to Jessica to do the same thing, Fiona looks up at me in wonder. I glance down at her hip, marveling as her skin knits together before my very eyes. Whatever magic the Medical Ranchers have, it sure is a thing of wonder.

A pale pink scar stands out against her skin in the shape of a constellation. As I remember it, it’s the one that was right above Vrokjan’s crib as he was born. His mother said it was a good omen, a sign of good fortune. With a reverence I didn’t know I possessed, I lean down and kiss the spot, thanking the Celestials again for allowing me to find my perfect match.

Dragging Fiona off the branding stand, I put her on all fours so she can look at Jessica. Vrokjan does the same, grinning as he undoes his suit. As one, we both slide into our cows, groaning as their pussies clamp down around us. Their soft moos fill the space, ringing out to the heavens for all to hear.

Off to the side, the other cows go in for their milking, and soon, I’ll need to drink from Fiona. It’s not a matter of milking her anymore. I just find I crave the taste more and more each day. It’s an addiction I cannot resist.

A loud grunt rips from my lips as I piston in and out, driving into my lovely cow, impaling her as I touch the brand on her hip. She cries out for me, her body dripping with the desire flowing through her body.

Holding her close, I kiss down her spine, smiling as her pussy spasms around my cock. I slide out, my body missing the warmth of hers keenly. Turning onto my back, I help her straddle me, my shaft twitching as she lowers herself down.

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