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For a moment, Master Antroli doesn’t answer me. He doesn’t have to. She’s not coming back. Tears begin anew, wetting my cheeks as he puts the glass away. Sorrow lances off of him, but not for Jessica. No doubt it’s for his boss. In a way, my heart goes out to him too, but these tears are selfishly for me.

With her gone, I’ll be alone. It was inevitable, really. The moment I saw her on that gurney, I knew. It’s why my heart shattered as hard as it did. My gut knew all along. I just didn’t want to believe it. Without saying a word, Master Antroli eases his zipper down, revealing his naked body to my gaze.

Even in the midst of my sorrow, I cannot deny just how fucking sexy he is. Tilting his head to the side, he thinks for a moment. Though why, I cannot say. I haven’t said anything yet.

“I cannae take this pain from ye, lass,” he says with a thick Scottish brogue. “But I can give ye sometin’ else to think aboot.”

In that moment, I don’t think I can love him more than I already do. He bares himself to me, standing aloft so I can drink him in. His massive cock pulses as I stare at it, bouncing a bit as the hunger in me grows. His lips twist into a wicked smirk as he slides his fingers into my pussy and pulls out the device, tossing it onto the bed.

“Ye willnae be needing this anymore, methinks. Let’s see just how well you can take me. All of me.” His hand lowers to cup his balls.

The groan that pours from his mouth is pure decadence and need. Hot, heady, desperate for me as I am for him. He’s right. Nothing will ease the sorrow of losing my friend, but I’ll be damned if his body can’t distract me long enough for my heart to knit back together.

Chapter 23

Antroli

My pretty cow’s face is red and blotchy, streaked with tears. Though I have no feelings for Jessica, I can certainly commiserate with Vrokjan. If I had to send Fiona back to Earth, it would devastate me. With a soft sigh, I run my fingers down her cheek, hoping to infuse all the tenderness and love I have for her in that gesture.

It’s a silly notion. Sentimental. Wholly human. But the things I feel for her, I’ve never felt for any other Icorian. She is my match, my mate, and I’ll be damned if I lose her, too. Thankfully, Nagán doesn’t worry for her safety. After Jessica’s ordeal, he made sure to inspect the other cows we purchased just in case.

From what I can tell, she’s healthy. Maybe not completely happy. But she’s healthy. Right now, that’s all that fucking matters. Leaning down, I score my teeth over her nipples, taking care not to suck from her. I need her milk production up so I can sell off any extra milk to cover the money I’m sending to her family.

It’s not a matter of affordability. It’s more like I don’t want to draw any undue attention to the money going out. I’ve never been one to keep secrets from anyone, mostly Vrokjan, but making sure my cow is happy is priority one. If having a bit of side income keeps her well, then that’s what I’ll do.

Just seeing her lying here, her face screwed up in what looks like abject misery, tears at my heart. Especially because I cannot fix this. There’s nothing I can do to make the pain go away. It’s not like I can bring Jessica back. No human can stay on Icora unless they are a cow.

Reading between the lines of Vrokjan’s simple message, it’s not hard to connect the dots. The serum is making her sick. The only way for her to survive is to reverse the properties. Basically, make her human again. She will have to leave.

I know it. Vrokjan knows it. Fiona knows it.

I wish I could give my precious pet her friend back. I wish I could find a better, easier way to keep her in touch with her family. I wish... I wish we could keep humans for something other than milk production. But the government is steadfast. The population of humans must remain minimal, and they must remain manageable.

They fear an overthrow. And honestly, based on Earth’s history, they have a right to be afraid. Humans are tenacious, innovative, and possess a wealth of ingenuity. The only thing holding them back from conquering the galaxies is their lack of technology.

If they ever manage to reach our level, Celestials help us. Smiling down at my little human, I do my best to keep the shifting expressions off of my face. She’s different than most. She’s so uncomplicated, a gentle soul that seems content just curling up in my lap and letting me pet her.

Granted, she seems to have a thirst for knowledge, but that died out as I gave her more and more pleasure. There’s nothing nefarious lurking behind those lovely brown eyes of hers. Only sorrow. My heart pounds in my chest as I slide my tongue around her taut nipple, earning a whimpered gasp from her lips.

The sorrow will fade. I’ll do my damndest to make sure of it. Sliding my hand up her ribcage, I cup her other breast, feeling the growing weight in my palm. How I wish to drink from her, to suck her milk into my mouth. It’s a torture beyond all reason.

Tearing my mouth away, I drift lower, distracting myself with the sweet taste of her pussy. She’s so fucking wet and needy for me. My cock pulses, driving away all errant thoughts. All I can think about, all I can see, hear, taste, smell, is her. Though I’m pleasuring her to drive away the sadness twisting her about, it’s for me, too.

She needs this. I need this. We both need this moment together. In the midst of great sorrow, pleasure blooms all the more potent. There’s an urgency to her need that’s not normally there, a desperation that feeds my own. Groaning against her slick flesh, I slide a finger inside.

The machine has certainly been doing its job. She clenches around my thick digit, her body hungry for mine. Pulling out, I slide in three. Fiona whimpers and bucks against me, her movements frenetic as she twists about. Can she take four?

I pump in and out a few times, drawing those delicious moans from her lips. This time, I angle my fingers, tenting them a little as I tuck my thumb underneath. If she can take my fist, she can take my cock. It will still be a tight fit, but then she begged me for that bite of pain.

I study her face, noting the glassy look to her eyes. She’s far away, drifting off on a wave of pleasure. Gritting my teeth, I force myself to go slowly. I don’t want to break her. Not like this. The tips of my fingers slide in with little resistance, allowing me to breathe a little bit freer.

When I get to my knuckles, she freezes, her body going rigid. Her face seems unsure as she looks down at me, her eyes wide and wild.

“Relax for me, love,” I soothe, pulling out just a touch. “You can take my fist. I know you can. Just breathe for me. That’s my good girl. In and out. That’s all you have to do. Just lie there and breathe for me. Can you do that? Can you show me how well you take my fist?”

Fiona nods, her teeth worrying her bottom lip as she lies back against the pillows. Her hair splays over the fabrics like a coppery, shimmery curtain as she tosses her head back and forth. But she’s breathing now. That’s the important part. Easing my way back in, I lean up so I can rest my palm against her breastbone.

“I’m going to fuck you today, my little cow,” I rasp. “It is inevitable. Whether you enjoy it or not depends on you. Look at me.” She turns her head and stares deep into my soul. “Now match my breathing. That’s my good girl. I’m going slide my fist into your pussy, and you’re going to take it for me. Is that right?”

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