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Bringing his cock back down to my entrance, he teases my opening with his thick head, spreading me open for him before sliding it up to bump against my clit. Strangled moans fill the room as pleasure arcs through me like summer lightning across the moors.

I’m delirious, unthinking as I try to jut my hips back up in the air. But I’m stuck, forced to endure this endless pleasure at his hands. Desperation tightens everything as my lips round out to form a pleading moo.

But all he does is chuckle as he pushes into me. It’s far too slow for my needs. I want him to fuck me with wild abandon. I want him to take me with the passion I see simmering in his eyes as he stares down at me in wonder.

He doesn’t.

He fucking takes his fucking time, sliding into me one agonizing millimeter after another until I’m stuffed so full, yet still so fucking empty.

“Please tell me you’re in already,” I moan, thrashing about as best as I can within my bonds.

“Not even close, sweetheart.” Again, he pulls out, dragging a string of curses from my lips.

“Now, now, such language is unbecoming of a cow,” he chides, chuckling under his breath. “Look down.”

His cock shines from my arousal dripping from him, but only from like the first fourth or so of his cock. Only his head is completely wet. The rest simply has a line from where it dripped down.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter under my breath.

“To be honest, you’ve taken a bit more than I expected. Let’s try for the next knot, shall we?”

Again, I look down at his massive cock and gulp. “And if I can’t?”

With a grin, he holds up a shiny object. “That’s what this is for. It will help your body accommodate me. Don’t worry, my greedy little minx. I’ll fully fuck you as soon as your body will let me.”

Dropping the metal thing onto my breastbone, he eases his cock back in. This time, he strokes my clit, making my mind drift with the pleasure coursing through my body. He rocks back and forth, teasing me with his head, giving me just enough to want even more.

Soon, I feel the shifting of his muscles against my inner thighs as he pushes in a little further. My moans take on a fevered pitch, tinged with a thin wail of discomfort. It hurts, but by god it feels so fucking good.

“That’s it, my precious little cow,” he groans. “You’re doing so well. You’re taking me so fucking well. Just relax for me. Let me stretch you wide. Celestials,” he bites out. “You drive me fucking crazy. Your scent, your taste, the way your pussy clenches with each push into you. You make me fucking feral.”

Chapter 16

Antroli

I stare down at where we’re joined in wonder. She’s already taken my head and is slowly stretching to accommodate the second bulge just underneath. My breath stills in my throat as I force myself to go slowly. Even now, the pale pink flesh of her pussy turns nearly white as she struggles to open for me.

A light sheen of sweat beads on her skin as she undulates on the bed. She tosses her head back and forth, the sounds pouring from her lips an erotic cacophony filling the room. If only the walls weren’t soundproofed, then all the Ranch Hands would know just how well I can satisfy my cow.

With my free hand, I continue to stroke her clit, coaxing her to relax for me. Her inner walls ripple around my tip, driving me to distraction. I know I can’t force my massive girth all the way into her yet, but hopefully soon, the machine will allow me to impale her, shoving my cock all the way into her sweet pussy as I drink her milk.

Groaning, I stop before I can injure her. As much as I like tormenting my newest possession, this isn’t the way I want to break her. I hold as still as I can, stroking her clit as my other hand grips my cock. All this teasing and tormenting causes my balls to clench to the point of pain.

It aches deep in my bones, a relentless agony tinged with madness. My thighs tremble from the effort of keeping myself still for the sake of keeping her safe. I reach down to cup myself, groaning as the clenching, gnawing sensation gathers between my thighs and shoots down my legs.

I’ll need to relieve myself soon. Thankfully, with the way her pretty pussy milks my head, it won’t be that long before my cum fills her up. Groaning, I rock back and forth, keeping my movements small, just enough so she feels the friction rocking through me and into her.

Her soft moans of pleasure pelt my skin, raining down on me until it’s all I can hear. “That’s my good girl,” I grind out, stroking myself far more furiously, desperate for release. “My good, fucking little heifer.”

“Please,” she whimpers. “Please. I ache. I- I-” she trails off, her face turning bright red.

“You what?” Dragging my hand from her clit, I rise over her, pressing in just a touch more until she cries out.

“Milk me. Please. I want to feel you drink from me.”

I grip her breast, groaning as the pearly fluid dots her pretty nipple. Leaning down, I swipe it away with my tongue, her taste making me see stars behind my eyes. Oh yes. Such a pretty little addiction.

My breath fans over her delicate skin, making her nipple tighten even more, crinkling the soft skin of her areola until it puckers tight, just as tightly as my balls. Latching on, I wrap my lips around the taut peak and suck, dragging her milk into my mouth.

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