Though neither of us speaks to Jessica directly, her eyes bounce between us, taking in every word. I run my fingers over my lips in thought as I digest what he’s telling me.

“Is she still growing even now?”

Without answering me, he walks over to my cow and slides his hands under her breasts. He squeezes and pinches, each movement drawing a distressed moo from her pretty lips. Walking behind, I draw her against me, reminding her she’s not alone.

With a sigh, she collapses onto me and lets my brother do his work. His lips turn down into a frown as he looks at her from various angles.

“It appears as if it’s stopped. Her breasts seem no larger than when she went to auction. But keep an eye on it, just in case.” Looking back up at me, he crosses his arms and shakes his head. “I know the rules, but she needs something far more substantial than herbs. At least tonight. I’m going to infuse her with some protein, but she needs meat. Check on her strength tomorrow and go from there. Once she’s steady, she can go on her proper diet.”

Uncorking the syringe, he eases her arm forward and delivers the shot. To her credit, Jessica barely makes a sound. Instead, she curls her arm around mine, holding onto me as her refuge.

It makes my heart swell to know she already considers me her safe haven. As he slides the cap back on the needle, he pulls away and looks her over. Once he’s satisfied with whatever it is he’s looking for, he pockets the syringe and looks back at me.

“This shot should sustain her until she gets back to the ranch. Just keep in mind what I said, and she should be fine within a few days. If not, we’ll need to get her into my lab for further examination.” With a brisk nod, my brother walks out of the stall, no doubt needing to see to some of the other cows.

Sitting back on the bench, I pull Jessica onto my lap and hold her close. “You did very well, my pretty girl,” I murmur, rocking back and forth.

I don’t give a fuck if other Ranchers think I’m soft. There’s nothing wrong with a little praise and positive reinforcement. Holding her close for a few more moments, I ease myself away, not wanting to stress her out.

Tugging on the lead, I once more bring her down to the ground. This time, the shaking is minimal. Jessica looks up at me, her eyes shining as she gives me a dazzling smile.

Thankfully, the protein seems to work. This gives me hope that it’s fixable and not something we’ll have to surgically alter. Or worse, that I’ll have to send her back to Earth. My breathing stops for a moment as I contemplate that worst-case scenario.

I won’t let it happen. I’ll defy the government and feed her meat daily, if that’s what it takes. Nothing will keep her from being by my side. Hunching down, I tilt her chin up and slide my lips over hers.

The need to possess her and chain her to my side beats at me. I want to fuck her, to fill her with my cum until it’s dripping from her body. Every fucking Icorian will know she’s my prized heifer.

Forcing myself to pull away, I tug on the lead, needing her to walk for me. She will have to get used to these contraptions if she’s going to accompany me outside the Ranch House. My cock pulses as she takes her first tentative steps.

Each movement is slow and jerky. Every so often, she brings her hand up and shakes it, as if trying to dislodge the glove. Shaking my head, I let a soft chuckle escape my lips.

She glares up at me, but stays silent. Smart little cow. Pulling on the lead, I take her on a circuit around the stall and stop when we get back to the bench. Just one more thing left to do.

“This is going to be uncomfortable. But you can take it for me, can’t you? You’re such a good cow for me.” Dropping to my knees, I run my fingers over her pussy, my balls clenching as they slide through her arousal.

When she answers back with a soft moo, I’m beside myself. Lying down on the soft hay, I wedge my shoulders between her thighs. She jerks away as I ease her down, her body straining against me in an attempt to get away.

Her moos come in earnest, frantic and guttural. “Speak,” I demand, needing to understand what’s causing her such distress.

“I can’t,” she wheezes. “I’ll crush you.”

This time, I don’t even try to stifle my laugh. “You’re not nearly so heavy as to do all that. Besides, if I die, I die. It’s an honorable way to go. Songs will be sung about this,” I tease, gripping her hips as I bring her back down. “Besides, do you actually want to disobey me right now? You’ve been disciplined once already.”

“No, Sir,” she mumbles, only loud enough for me to hear.

“Then sit the fuck down on my face so I can taste you.”

Just like with taking her first steps, her movements are tentative. She lowers a millimeter or so, then hesitates. Irritation crawls up my spine at this lack of trust that I’ll be fine. Are Earth men so weak that they can’t handle such a delicious specimen sitting on their face?

Unsatisfied with how long she’s taking, I pull her down, dragging her pussy to my lips. Her taste explodes on my tongue as I lap her up, devouring her as if she were the last confection left on my planet. Groaning against her lower lips, I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue.

This time, when she moos, it’s filled with pleasure and desperation. Such a needy little thing. Holding her flush against me, I drag my teeth along her bundle of nerves, my cock jerking against my suit as she cries out. I don’t even care that it’s not a moo.

Her shouts of pleasure ring out, telling everyone how well I can satisfy my pet. Reaching down, I cup my balls, squeezing them as her arousal coats my face. I’ll need to prepare her for my cock first, but soon I’ll be able to drive into her maddening heat.

With my free hand, I ease a finger into her, testing to see just how tight she is. Another moo shatters through the air, drowning out the other sounds around us. She’s so fucking tight.

Right now, there’s no way she’ll be able to take my cock. Thankfully, Nagán gave me something to assist with that. Pushing her up, I ease my way out, chuckling at her pitiful whines. I pat her rump as I grab the tail. Dragging the metal plug across her lower lips, I gather her arousal onto the end.

“Steady now, Jessica. I need you to breathe for me.”

I position the tip at her bottom hole and press in just a touch, just enough so she can feel the pressure and know what I’m doing. As predicted, she pulls away. With a feral grin, I wrap my arm around her thighs, anchoring her to me.

Already I can tell she’s getting weaker again. Even though she struggles, it’s not nearly as effective. Precum pearls at my tip as I feel her flutter against me, doing her best to fight even as she’s losing this battle.

With a groan, I stare at her asshole, watching the small opening give way as I push the plug in. Her ‘hooves’ shuffle through the hay as she continues to pull forward. Jerking the plug and my arm away, I let her fall forward as I remove all manner of resistance keeping her in place.

Her soft yelp makes me want to laugh, but unfortunately, this is serious. Her struggling with me was adorable at first, but she needs to learn to listen and mind me. I can’t let her continue to defy me like this.

With a swift stroke, I smack my hand against her ass, spanking her on top of the welt from earlier. Her plaintive moo goes straight to my cock, making the shaft clench and my balls draw up even tighter. By the time I get her home, they’ll be just as engorged and needing to drain as she was.

Raising my hand again, I swat the other cheek, tempering my strength so I don’t actually injure her. She howls and bucks against me, but thankfully doesn’t fight anymore. Far gentler than I’d like to, I push her flat onto the floor and pry her ass cheeks open.

Soft sobs greet my ears, but I ignore them. Seems as if I’ve been indulging her far too much. Gathering more arousal onto the plug, I press it against her hole, gritting my teeth as I ease it in.