It’s not an orgasm. Not yet. But her body is primed and desperate. Now I understand why the cows are so accommodating when we get them. They crave this carnal sensation. It seems to put all thoughts of pain out of their minds.

Pumping in and out, I groan, her slick arousal easing my passage. I pull out for a moment, only to slide in two, stretching her out as her cries of pleasure take on a fevered pitch. If I keep this up, she’ll come for sure.

But the sadistic part of me wants her to wait. I want her first release to be in a milking stall with my lips wrapped around her nipple. Unable to resist a taste, I bend low and lap at her clit.

My cock is rock hard as her cries and moans merge into one erotic sound. I will never grow tired of this, and knowing how engorged she’ll be every morning and every night, I know I’ll hear her agonizing melody again. The flavor of her arousal bursts on my tongue as I stretch her out, pleasuring her with my mouth and fingers.

Every human tastes different to me, and to this date, no one has ever been as sweet. I haven’t even sampled her milk yet, and I know based on her pussy alone, she’ll be the sweetest cow I’ve ever owned. Her milk will fetch an amazing price, but more than that, she’ll satisfy a part of me I thought to be dead and withered.

My stomach cramps at the very thought of her leaving me at the end of a year. Not because of the money I’ll miss out on, but because I’m somehow already deeply entrenched with this little human, this perfect cow. Even though I’ve given every other cow a choice, Jessica will get none.

She will be mine until our lives end. A feral, possessive need to chain her to my side flits through my brain. I want to brand her, to force her to wear my mark. It’s an insane need that ripples through my psyche until it nearly consumes me.

Her body ripples around my fingers, pulling my thoughts back to her delectable body. So close to orgasm. I can feel it in every pulse of her inner walls. Easing back, I look into her eyes, noting the cloudy haze. She’s so far gone that I’m sure she’d let me do anything.

Nagán taps my shoulder, breaking the spell. “I need to examine her.” Snarling, I look over at him, no doubt looking every inch the feral madman. Backing up, he raises his hands. “I’m not going to pleasure her. I just need to do a clinical inspection. This will be uncomfortable, so you might as well distract her by playing with her nipples.”

“Don’t bother,” she croaks out, flopping her head against the medical table. “They’re not sensitive at all.”

My brother gives me a wink as we switch places. He pulls out a metal speculum and hovers it at her entrance. “I need to make sure she can eventually accommodate your penis. Humans will need to be stretched out a bit beforehand. I need to calculate how much so I can give you the right size dilator.”

Nodding, I walk back to the top of the table and brush my hand against the crown of her head. “You’re doing so good for me, my pretty little cow.”

For once, she doesn’t make a scathing remark about my choice of words. No doubt she’s so desperate for release that she’s willing to keep those beautiful lips shut if it gives her an orgasm. Reaching down, I brush the taut peak of her nipple, smiling as she sucks in a breath.

“What’s this about you not being sensitive?”

“I- I don’t understand. I-”

I cut her off with another swipe of my fingers, bringing a groan to her lips. “That’s it, beautiful. Moan for me.”

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CHAPTER 7

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JESSICA

I don’t want to. The last thing I want to do is give this monster the satisfaction of seeing the pleasure he’s causing me. However, my mind and body seem to be at odds. It’s as if I want to exist solely for the pleasure he’s providing.

It’s just because I haven’t gotten off in so long. That has to be it. Why else would I want to fall apart at the hands of a stranger?

However, when he pinches my nipple, I can’t help the long, low moan that rumbles from my chest. Whatever they did to me made my nipples far more sensitive than ever. In fact, I almost don't feel it when Master Nagán pushes that cold bit of metal into me.

Just like at the gyno, I tell myself, doing my best to disassociate. But this is anything like what happens when I go to the doctor. For one, they’ve never elicited a sexual response. Second, I’ve never had to demand they stop a procedure.

Granted, even if I did demand, beg, or plead, these monsters wouldn’t stop. But the worst part is I don’t want them to. A fire coils through my veins, making me desperate for the rough caresses of Vrokjan.

A sly smile threatens to cross my lips as I think of him by his forbidden name. He may demand I call him Master Rancher, but in my mind, I can refuse. I can stand my ground in this little way. He won’t break me to that point.

And so I rebel, telling myself that his touch is abhorrent to me. However, the longer this goes on, the more my brain falters. With each swipe and pinch of Vrokjan’s fingers, I lose myself in the sensations swirling through my body.

It would be so easy to just slip beneath the haze, to allow him to do whatever he wants. And honestly, I don’t really have a choice, do I? These men tower over me. Even though I haven’t seen their bare arms, it’s obvious through the skin-tight uniforms that they are muscular and strong.

I’m not a weakling, but there’s no way I can defend myself against one, let alone two, of these behemoths. Somehow, just thinking about it in those terms causes my pussy to spasm as the moan I’ve been holding hostage erupts from my lips.

“That’s it, my little cow,” Vrokjan croons, bending low to run his lips along my neck. “You sound so beautiful in the throes of passion.”

The heat from his lips sears me like a brand. Tipping my head to the side, I give him better access, allowing myself to enjoy it. And why shouldn’t I? Just because a part of me is screaming no doesn’t mean the part of me that wants this has to suffer.

His strong fingers grip my breasts, scattering any lingering thoughts. There’s a flash of both pain and unadulterated need. I open my mouth to cry out, but his lips cover mine, muffling the sound. The taste of him is unlike anything I’ve experienced before.

Though I’ve kissed my fair share of men, none of them tasted like raw masculinity. There’s a slight acidity, bitterness maybe? Like strong coffee and wildness. Unable to help myself, I open further under the onslaught, allowing his tongue to sweep across mine.

I moan into his mouth as he owns me, dominating me. The only thing keeping me from attacking him are the straps holding me down. I want to wrap my arms and legs around him, pulling him into me. I so desperately want him to erase this lonely ache in my heart and between my thighs.

With one hand, he runs his fingers through my hair, and with the other, he drags the edge of his nail around my nipple. Just as he pinches it again, a far different sensation slams into me. Between my thighs, the medical guy shoves something deep inside.

This isn’t like the speculums at the doctor's. Far from it. The pain is intense, searing through me, stretching me to the point where I’m afraid he’s going to split me open. But underneath is an unyielding wave of pleasure that threatens to drown me.

It’s like an itch that I can’t scratch on my own—so deep and intense. I squirm as I do my best to process everything, but between Vrokjan’s tongue down my throat and whatever is pulsing between my thighs, I can’t even think. All I want is relief.