Page 52 of Milking His Lass

Once I’m clean, I gather my sleeping cow into my arms and take her into the large tub. Her eyes flutter open as I step into the warm water, but she soon settles back against me, letting the water lap at her skin. Fiona moans, the soft sound going straight to my cock.

But this is about her. Not me. Taking some unscented soap, I run it down her body, cleaning her from all the bits of lovemaking coating her skin. She groans and stretches out against me, remaining silent as I knead her skin. Neither of us says anything, but then, what is there to say?

It’s a comforting silence filled only with our breathing and small sounds of contentment. Tipping her head back, I take a pitcher and pour water over her hair before taking a cake of soap and washing it out. She hums under my touch, the contented sounds not sexual, but erotic to me all the same.

When I’m done, I pull her out and lead her to the shower so we can both rinse off. Finally, she looks up at me with her teary, swollen eyes. “She’s really gone then?”

“I have not had any further communication with Vrokjan. But no human can remain if they’re not a cow. I’m afraid, unless I’m informed differently, that she is currently on a ship headed to Earth.”

Fiona bites down on her lower lip and wraps her arms around my waist. “I will miss her. She was my only friend here.”

Hurt stings my chest as I tip her face up to meet my gaze. “Not your only friend. You still have me.”

“Yes,” she sighs. “But it’s not the same. What I feel for you is different than the kinship and camaraderie of having someone else to talk to. We were both kidnapped by you guys. It bonds us in a way you and I will never have.”

“I see.” My tone is tight as I do my best to keep the pain out of my voice.

“Please don’t misunderstand,” she rushes to say. “It’s not bad. Just different. I’m bonded to you in a sexual way. She and I would never have that. But you must think about this logically. If the roles were reversed, would you not wish to have an Icorian you could commiserate with?”

“You make very valid points, little cow,” I indulge. “But I had hoped at some point you’d find our arrangement to be more palatable than just a mere kidnapping.”

“What do you want me to say? You did kidnap me. Dress it up in all the eroticism we share. You still stole me away from my planet. My home.”

“I see. And I suppose it is your wish to join Jessica? To be on a ship to your home?” My heart pounds in my chest as my vision blurs.

Pain blossoms through my chest as I force myself to keep my touch light and not shake her to make her see reason. After all of this, I thought we were the same. That she enjoyed being here with me as much as I loved having her. But I guess that’s not the case.

With a sigh, she drops her head to my chest. “You misunderstand.”

“Then please enlighten me.”

“I’m not saying I want to leave. I’m just saying, without Jessica here, I feel alone. No matter what, you’ll never fully understand me. You don’t have the same life experiences we do. I can talk to you until I’m blue in the face, and you’ll never fully grasp our jokes, innuendo, or way of saying things.”

My lips turn down into a frown. “If you were blue in the face, I’d take you to see Nagán. I’m not sure what a fellow human could do to help unless they were a doctor. From what I understand, Jessica is not.”

“That’s exactly what I mean. It’s an expression. An idiom... An Earthism I guess. While I do find it amusing, every now and then I want to be able to converse with someone who understands me on a fundamental level. That’s all.”

“We have other cows...”

“Yes,” she says, her words flitting out on a sigh. “You have other cows. There are certainly other Earthlings I can make a connection with. You’re right.”

Though she tells me I’m correct, something in my gut says I’m very much wrong. But I just don’t understand. I can’t fully comprehend what else I can do to make her happy. I can’t bring Jessica back, and I can’t let her go back to Earth.

That’s a lie. I have the capacity and the ability to send her home. I just lack the willpower. Easing her out of the shower, I wrap her up in the moisture-wicking cloths and dry her off. Without me saying a word, she walks over to the bed and climbs on all fours, her ass sticking high into the air.

“I’m not going to plug you tonight. You have more than enough to worry about.”

“Thank you. In that case, may I sleep before dinner?”

“Of course. I’ll let you rest while I see to the rest of the chores.”

“Thank you, Master.”

Something is wrong. Gone is the playful tone, the teasing that had been between us just earlier today. There’s a wall there now, a gulf that I cannot span. It’s something more than just Jessica leaving. Somehow, I fucked up. Unfortunately, the one Icorian I’d want to talk to about it, is no doubt mourning the loss of his cow.

I can’t bring my problems to Vrokjan. It wouldn’t be fair. It wouldn’t be right.

Fiona kneels beside me, her hair braided, ass full, and breasts emptied. When I milked her, she came, as usual, but the passion was missing. It’s as if she were simply going through the motions, trying to make me happy, but not caring herself. Her eyes blink back tears as she stares over at the empty spot at the head of the table.

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