Page 64 of Milking His Lass

As the central hub of trade, we need to keep a strong front. Though I’m proud of my little human and in awe of her, we can’t look weak to the other planets. More importantly, I can’t have her at risk.

I continue to hold her as I climb into the car, not giving one thought to the cramped discomfort. Until she finally opens her eyes and assures me she’s well, she’s not leaving my arms. Vrokjan looks over at us every now and then, shaking his head as mulls over today’s events.

“She’s a liability,” he finally says.

“I know. Trust me. I know. But right now, she’s also one of our biggest assets. Besides, having the capitol beholden to us is not necessarily a bad thing.”

“No.” He mulls over the words for a bit. “No, it’s not. But I detest having them in our affairs. We’ve worked too hard to have it all come crashing down.”

A soft smile curves my lips as I look down at my sleeping cow. “Something tells me she won’t let that happen.”

It’s odd being able to sleep through the night without having to milk my cow, but Fiona still lies next to me, her face serene as soft snores drift through the air. Unable to resist the allure of her body any longer, I roll her over onto her back and run my fingers down the soft skin of her breasts.

She looks even better today than she did yesterday. Granted, I was also in a panic as I called Nagán, worried because she was still asleep. Apparently, it’s normal for humans to take longer to recover than us.

Now, in the burgeoning light of day, she looks almost back to her old self. The heavier bruising on her face and nipples seems to be the last to fade completely, but now, they look more like shadows as opposed to angry purple marks.

Dipping my head down low, I run my tongue along her areola, stimulating her nipple. Her soft moans race over my skin, making everything tighten as lusts pours through me. White dots the stiff peak, beckoning me for a taste.

She’s still just as sweet as I remember. Nectar of the Celestials indeed. I drink from her, famished with how long it’s been since I’ve tasted her sweet milk.

Beneath me, Fiona squirms and writhes as she grinds up against my body. Unable to resist, I slide my hand between her thighs as touch her pussy. Everything finally lets go as slick coats my fingertips.

He didn’t break her. It was the last fear I had to her wellbeing. Pulling her nipple deeper between into my mouth, I suck hard, earning a gasp of pleasure from between her lips.

Arousal drips from her body as I continue to bestow my pleasure, needing to see her twist and contort as an Icorian-shattering orgasm washes over her. This time, it’s about my cow. It’s about Fiona. I’ll get mine later.

Cries pour from her lips as she rocks against my hand, grinding her body against my fingers. Switching to the other nipple, I drink from her, draining what little milk she still possesses. All of it is mine.

No longer do I have to share her with anyone else. Every drop of precious, white, milky fluid belongs to me. I take it in like a medicinal balm to my soul, another way to bind us together.

I pull away from her breasts and slide down between her thighs, tasting the honeyed warmth of her pussy. Three fingers slide into her with ease, and she moans at the invasion. She’s like the vast heavens on my lips, perfection, as I drink her in.

Lapping at her clit, I pump my fingers in and out, pounding into her as possessive need leaves my brain riddled with holes of anguish. One day. She was only away from me for one fucking day.

Never again. Even if I have to quit the ranch and be by her side whenever she goes to the capital, I’ll make it happen. Any sacrifice is worth it to keep her next to me. She’s the air in my lungs, the heartbeat in my chest.

Pouring all my emotions into her, I slam my fingers home, impaling her with long, deep strokes. Each thrust has her crying out with desperation, and I long to answer that call. Unable to wait for her to wake up, I pull her forward and notch my tip at her entrance.

In one long stroke, I fill her, groaning as her inner walls clamp down around me. Perfection. I will never find another fit for me, another match so perfectly made. As I fuck my cow, I tip my head up to the heavens to thank the Celestials for giving her to me and bringing her back safely into my arms.

Her eyes flutter as I continue to pound into her, claiming her with my body with each punishing stroke. I empty all my emotions into her—fear, relief, anger at Jakroon, and rage that she was almost lost to me. As she looks up at me, her eyes clearing, her face contorts as pleasure races through her body.

Wedging my hand between us, I continue to stroke her clit. “That’s it, my beautiful Highland lass. Give me your pleasure. I demand it.”

Her mouth parts as a loud moo erupts from her lips. My perfect little cow cries out to the skies, flooding the room with the erotic sounds of her pleasure. Ripples slide up and down my shaft as her inner walls clench and release.

Celestials, but I’m close to joining her. But not yet. I have one more place to claim. Turning her over onto her stomach, I pull her hips up, exposing her asshole to my gaze. The area looks untouched, but I have no idea what that monster could have done to her.

“Did he harm you here?” I ask, grazing the sensitive ring with my finger.

Fiona looks over her shoulder at me and grins. “No. Not even a racoon was there.”

For a moment, I look at her, stunned at the joke she made. The fact that she can laugh about something so dire. Leaning forward, I rest my cheek against her low back and laugh hard and long as the rest of my emotions pour out of me.

“I may not be a racoon, lass, but I will defile your back entrance. Take me like a good little cow. Take my massive cock up your ass. I guarantee it’s smaller than two racoons put together, but I doubt it’s by very much.”

The air shift as she looks at me, breathless and wanting. Sliding my fingers across her pussy, I gather her copious arousal and use it to lubricate her back hole. The sphincter spasms at my touch as she moans and buries her head in the pillow.

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