Page 14 of Milking His Lass

In an instant, I bring my hands to my lips, covering my mouth. It’s as if my brain thinks that my actions will somehow take back the words once spoken out loud. The serum must be mucking up things there as well, and not just my arousal.

Again, the alien pauses. “Masochist.” He sounds out each syllable, drawing them out, somehow making the word both erotic and terrifying at the same time. “Hmmm. One who enjoys pain.” In an instant, his gaze turns feral as he looks me up and down. “We do not have such a word, but I find I like it. Masochist.” He steps forward to pull me closer. “Masochist mine.”

“I- I-. Sarcasm?” I stammer weakly, wishing to pull myself from his grasp.

It’s impossible to move. Not because of the physical hold on me, but because his touch just feels so fucking good. Touch-starved little masochist. Apparently, that’s what I am.

“I see what you’re playing at,” he growls, gripping my breast in his implacable grip. “I know of this word, sarcasm. You wish to sarcasm me into giving you the pain you require. All one has to do is simply ask. Respectfully, of course.”

As his fingers tighten against my engorged skin, I cannot help the ragged moan ripping from my throat. The pain is immense, but God, it feels so fucking good.

“On your knees, little cow. Beg me to hurt you.”

Without thinking, I drop to the floor. My breath comes in haggard pants as I heave for a moment, doing my best to process the sensations swirling through my body. “Please,” I whimper, no longer sure what I’m begging for.

The discomfort in my breasts grows as I remain there on all fours. My nipples tighten as they become swollen with milk. Fluid gathers at the tip and slides down the curve of my breasts before dripping down onto the floor.

The alien walks around me, tsking at my pitiful display. “This won’t do at all. Wasting precious milk like that. Perhaps you were begging for a punishment? Is that what my little masochist wants?”

Words refuse to form in my brain. I shake my head. “Please,” I beg again. “I- I need-”

“Oh, yes. I know what you need. You need so many things right now. You need my lips around your nipples, easing the aching pressure of your milk as it engorges you. You need my cock inside that pretty little pussy of yours. And you need that bite of pain to finally make you come.”

Well… when he puts it so succinctly… Somehow, it’s exactly what I need. All without me even asking for it. How many times did I scroll through internet posts wondering how it felt for those women to be one of God’s favorites? And now, here I am, on all fours, about to get fucked within an inch of my life.

Granted, I wish I could have gotten all of this without being kidnapped by a strange alien species, but right now, I’ll take what I can get.

The blue behemoth continues to circle, only to stop when he comes back behind me. His fingers tease my lower lips, allowing me to feel his touch but refusing to give me the relief I need. It’s maddening, infuriating. Grunting in frustration, I rock back, desperate to grind myself against him.

With a dark chuckle, he dances out of reach. “Such a responsive little cow,” he croons, running his hand up and down my lower back. “Don’t worry. With me, you’ll be well fed, well fucked, well milked, and well bred.”

Fear shoots down my spine as I jerk away from his touch. As much as my full, swollen breasts protest the rapid movement, I shuffle away and turn over onto my back, where I can watch his movements. With a laugh, he stands and brushes his hands against the shiny pants of his suit.

“Fear not, my skittish heifer. The serum that makes your breasts engorge with sweet, sweet milk is the same that will keep you from being pregnant. But make no mistake. I plan on filling you up with my seed every chance I get.”

“You can’t be serious,” I manage to whisper, my pussy spasming at his threat.

His lips turn down into a fierce scowl. “Oh, I’m deadly serious. I’ve waited far too long for my own personal cow. Now that I have you, I can finally satisfy myself the way Ranchers have before me and will after I’m one with the stars.”

“But- but surely you have other things to do than simply fuck me. Right? I mean, even us humans take a break every now and then. Refractory period and all that.”

In what I’m understanding is his processing expression, I watch as he tries to understand what I’m saying to him. “Ahhh. The Poor males of your species. If we willed it, we would fuck all day and all night. But, as you say, we have many other things to do. Especially us Ranchers.”

The sigh drifting from my lips brings a frown to his. He doesn’t understand, and I haven’t the energy to explain it to him. Though the idea of sex all day and all night sounds heavenly in theory, in practice, I worry about the condition of my body.

“Make no mistake, my little masocow,” he grins at his little word mashup. “I will drip from your pretty little cunt as you crawl around on all fours, mooing for relief. Even when I’m not there to satisfy you, you’ll feel me sliding between your thighs and coating your clit until you’re nearly feral to have me inside you again.”

Unfortunately, my body seems to like his threats. Fuck. I should be looking for a way to escape, to somehow get back to planet Earth. But no. My traitorous pussy wants to see just how much sex we can have before it gives out.

Chapter 7

Antroli

I study my new little cow, desperate to know what she’s thinking. So many expressions flit across her face, but they’re gone before I can figure it out. One thing that’s very clear, however, is the scent of arousal wafting off of her.

Her body screams in need even if her lips remain silent. Circling around her, I note the rigidity in her stance. Despite being aroused by me, she’s also wary. Common enough. Most cows are skittish and frightened at first.

In fact, I’ve come to understand that the ones who aren’t afraid of us and try to fight their captives are the ones who merely accept their fate, do not stay long in our world. Whether by their own hand or natural causes, they drift up to the celestials in the sky.

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