Page 41 of Milking His Lass

“You want your coffee, yes?”

“Yes, Master,” she cries out.

“Then bring your pretty lips back over here and finish the job.”

Fiona sucks me in earnest, making my eyes cross from the pleasure of her mouth. Her nimble fingers wrap around my base, gliding up and down, twisting this way and that as she does her best to please me.

This leaves my hands free to knead her breasts, allowing me to feel the soft skin under my fingertips. The machine continues to milk her as I force more of that precious fluid to drain into the tubes.

She cries out around my tip, her body tightening as an orgasm rips through. Until this moment, I didn’t realize I could fall even deeper for this human. Seeing and feeling her fall apart as she fucks me with her mouth is a pleasure I’ve never known before.

Since most humans require this coffee at the start of their day, I plan to start every morning just like this. It will be our own little ritual. Groaning, I pull the cups away from her nipples and take her hands away from me.

“Such a good little pet,” I moan, taking matters into my own hands. “Open wide for your Master.”

When she cranes her jaw open, I aim my tip at her mouth. Soon, thick, hot cum spurts onto her tongue. With a loud shout, I continue to empty myself into her, using her parted lips as my disposal. As I pull away, I shake the baggie, bringing all the particles to the front.

I press my thumb onto her bottom lip, keeping her mouth open as I sprinkle it onto the bits of cum coating her tongue. “Now swallow.”

Her eyes widen as the flavors combine in her mouth. I watch in fascination as her jaw and throat move as she tries to swallow me down. After several moments, she wipes her lips and slides her fingers into her mouth as she moans.

“Just like that heavenly brew,” she sighs. “But I don’t understand. How?”

I give her a quick shrug as I pull my suit back on. “I’ve been told by other Ranchers that their humans either love or hate the taste of our essence. Those who crave coffee seem to derive great pleasure in the taste. Those who don’t imbibe seem to abhor it.”

“I’m certainly not in the second category.”

“Good. Because this will be your morning ritual. From now on, I will be your morning coffee. It’s time to prepare you for dinner.”

I look her over, noting the flush on her cheeks. Though she will always look lovely to me, she’s so fucking pretty after she’s been fucked. Reaching between her thighs, I take the attachment off so she can move without issue.

“You said I’m not allowed to have meat. Does this mean I’m going out into the pasture?”

“No. You will eat by my side. There will be a bowl for you with everything you need for your nutrition. Now come. The others are hungry, and I know I could use a decent meal after everything we’ve done today.”

“But my hair-”

“Leave it. I want everyone to know just how satisfied you are.”

“Yes, Master,” she murmurs, dropping her gaze to the floor.

Clicking the lead back on her collar, I urge her out and into the hallway. Voices drift down from the kitchen, alerting me that we will, in fact, be the last ones there. Thankfully, no one pays us any mind as we slip in.

Everyone is far more fascinated by the lurid display to even notice us. Vrokjan and Jessica put on a show for the other Ranch Hands, but I find no delight in seeing her pale, slick flesh being toyed with. I have my own cow to see to those needs.

Motioning to a pillow, I watch as Fiona kneels, her body sinking down into the soft, downy square. It’s as if we’re already of one mind and heart. I don’t even have to speak to her. She knows exactly what I want and how I want it.

Who knew I could ever be this happy? Smiling down at my pet, I almost miss the bits of conversation around me, but soon, Vrokjan’s voice booms above the rest.

“Fiona has already been prepared for tonight’s dinner. I guess it’s time I do the same for you.” He grabs the lead and takes her away.

Off to the side, Fiona watches in fascination, but says nothing. The others stroke themselves as they watch my boss and his cow leave, but soon turn their gazes to mine. Let them look. Let them touch themselves.

At the end of the day, they know she’s mine and will only be satisfied by me. Still though, my little pet leans against me, her eyes trained to the floor. Soon, she’ll get used to their stares. Just like she’ll get used to everything else here on Icora.

Chapter 19

Fiona

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