Page 67 of Milking His Lass

Her moans rise to a fever pitch as she eases up and down, taking her time to get settled. With a soft growl, I pull her forward and run my tongue along her nipple. I take extreme care to tease her gently, refusing to have her equate my fucking her with Jakroon.

At her pained, erotic sigh, I see red. The fact that he dared to touch what is mine. Whatever punishment they gave him, it won’t be enough. Even if the Warden of Rulov himself tortured him, I’d still want more. I’d want his blood. But then, my bonnie lass already drew blood from him, didn’t she?

Gripping her hips, I continue to torture her in the most delicious way, teasing her with my lips and tongue until she wriggles about on top of me.

“Please,” she cries, scoring my chest with her nails.

“Please what?”

“I- I need.”

I nip at her breast, earning a needy whimper from her lips. “What do you need?”

“Drink from me, Master,” she begs, her pussy spasming around mine.

“Well, since you asked so sweetly.”

Sucking her nipple into my mouth, I groan as her creamy milk splashes against my tongue. Nectar from the heavens, my own personal wet dream come to life. Even now, her breasts seem to shrink a bit as pull more milk from her, but that doesn’t matter to me. Even if she had no milk left to give, I’d still worship her body.

The milk is just an added bonus that makes me go absolutely feral for her. Reaching up, I glide my finger around her other nipple, preparing for my lips. She rocks her hips back and forth, riding me as I drink her up, taking as much as I can without sucking her completely dry.

Though there’s not as much to give, it satisfies me, filling that craving that gnaws at me. Switching to the other nipple, my cock pulses inside her as she reaches down to grip my hair, screaming her pleasure as she takes it from me, one swivel of her hips at a time. From this angle, the shafts of skin around my base brush against her clit, pleasuring her just as much as it does me.

Pulling away, I ease her back, watching her body undulate on top of mine. She’s perfection. My perfection. Her inner walls milk my cock, dragging me ever closer to release. Vrokjan stares down at his cow, his face screwed up in concentration.

It’s clear to me that we’re both irrevocably screwed when it comes to our cows. As much as we want to hold out, their bodies just seem made to make us falter. Determined to have her come before me, I wedge my hand between us and tease her clit, giving her firmer stimulation than the bits of skin at my base can do.

Her pussy clenches again as her cries intermingle with Jessica’s. So close. They’re both so fucking close. Her cunt hugs every curve of my cock, stimulating me as if she were designed for my pleasure. My eyes roll back into my skull as my balls draw up. So close.

“Come for me, my beautiful cow. Let me see you shatter on my cock.”

I pinch her clit, giving her that bite of pain I know she needs to fall apart. Her cries fly from her lips as she continues to buck up and down, riding out her orgasm. Gripping her hips, I turn us over, slamming her back into the dirt. No longer needing to worry about holding out, I piston in and out, invading her, impaling her over and over until she’s a babbling mess of mooing and moaning.

With a roar, Vrokjan and I both shout at the same time. My balls clench as I empty myself into my cow, my delightful little vixen. Leaning forward, I capture her lips with mine, infusing our kiss with all the love I can pour into her. Fiona’s fingers dig into my scalp as she rocks up into me, returning the ferocity with passion of her own.

Panting, I pull away and look down at my prize. She lies there, blissed out. Her lovely brown eyes take on a soft haze as she stares up at me, her finger making swirls on my chest.

“You are my greatest treasure,” I murmur, stroking her brow.

“Oh, I know,” she sighs, a happy smile dancing on her lips. “And I’ll make sure you never forget it.”

“Minx,” I growl, giving the hip without the brand a playful swat. “You’re just looking for a punishment, aren’t you?”

“With you, always.”

With a large grin on my face, I lean down and nip at her lips. “Then I shall endeavor to make each one creative and unique so as not to bore my highly intelligent Highland.”

“Just like I’ll make each infraction more creative than the last.”

“I could always take away your morning coffee.”

She pouts, her eyes dancing with mirth as her lips quiver in a false frown.

“Wait,” Jessica cries out. “You get coffee?”

Vrokjan chuckles and gathers his cow into his arms. “Shall I give you a taste?”

This time Fiona laughs at the joke as Jessica looks at us in bewilderment. “This time, it’s a human who doesn’t get it.”

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