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I hissed and caught my lower lip between my teeth. His cock grazed against my pussy, and when my insides clenched, aching for more, I knew why I wasn’t on the milking station. He wanted to see my disgrace in my eyes.
My shame.
My guilt.
My horror.
Chapter 16
Vadik
Her udders were drooling all over the place. I caught her eyes and licked the stray droplets—slow, sensual, and teasing little licks. This afternoon was all about breaking her down emotionally. I held her breast and licked around her areola before lashing her teat with my tongue.
Her teeth were biting down on her lip, trying to keep herself silent. I dragged my cock along her wet slit, slapping my balls against her clit until she moaned. That was when I swallowed her tit, sucking hard enough to make her gasp.
She would moo for my dick this afternoon.
I took my time with her. No rush. No violence. Just heat. I moved from her tit to her neck, pressing slow, wet kisses along the delicate column of her throat. She trembled under me. Not from fear this time—but confusion. That soft ache of not knowing what was real anymore.
“My sweet cow,” I murmured, nosing along her jaw.“So responsive. So ready.”
Her skin was warm beneath my mouth. I kissed her chin, her cheek, then brushed her lips with mine. Just a brush. Feather-light. I felt the hesitation in her breath, the pause in her chest. I kissed her again, firmer. Her lips parted and I caught the faintest sound—barely a sigh.
Promising.
I didn’t stay long. I went back to her udders, nuzzling one, stroking the swell with my palm while my other hand lifted the heavy weight of the second. Her nipples were swollen, flushed, slick with fresh milk. I dragged my tongue around one areola in slow, deliberate circles. She shuddered.
“Shh. Just relax for me.”
I kissed the tip, then sucked again—slow and greedy, pulling milk straight from the source. Her hips shifted. I didn’t touch her cunt. Not yet. I wanted her soft. Malleable. Desperate.
I kissed back up to her mouth. Slanted my lips over hers and let her taste her own milk on my tongue. She whimpered and I swallowed it down.
“You’re beautiful like this,” I whispered.“Soft and messy and mine.”
Then I bent back to her chest, licking the other nipple. She whimpered again, thighs parting just a little. Good little cow.
Almost there.
When I drank from her, deep, creamy gulps, her breathing became erratic, but I took my sweet time. Again and again. Making sweet love to her breasts with my mouth, suckling in between.
My eyes flicked up and I saw the fear—not from violence, but the fear of her need. She needed me to take her ache away.
I kissed up to her neck again, leaving a trail of milky wetness then dug my teeth into her skin before releasing her. I gently sucked on her skin, massaging her breasts while I left my mark. Her milk spilled over my fingers, and I found her mouth again.
There was no hesitation—she kissed me back, her tongue rising to meet mine.
My good little cow.
Her cunt was hungry, wet, and ready for its Owner.
I pulled back and gave her soft, wet kisses, grazing my mouth along her panting lips.
“What does a proper little cow do when she wants something?” I asked, watching her wet pink mouth tremble.
She mooed.
Not the dull sound from earlier.
