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Already, my cock swells again with my insatiable need to have her. But she’s nowhere near ready yet. Even now, I twitch as I remember her i
She’ll definitely have to be stretched out so I don’t harm her. Groaning, I drag my fingertips against her core, scooping out as much cum as I can. It coats my fingers, shimmering in the golden light.
“Open for me, my pretty cow.”
When she obeys me, my insides clench. She’s so perfect, so right for me. As I slide my fingers past her lips, I watch her wince, as if bracing for some foul taste.
Though I have no idea how the males taste on Earth, it must be bad for her to have this preemptive reaction. However, as her tongue darts out for a tentative taste, her eyes widen in shock.
As if she’s a woman starved, she attacks my fingers with her tongue, whimpering as she licks them clean. No other cow has ever objected to my taste, but she’s the first to act as if she wants to devour me.
With my clean hand, I cup the back of her head, drawing her closer. With my eyes closed, I can imagine her lips wrapped around my cock, drinking from me. Then and there, I vow never to clean myself again if I cum outside of her body. Her tongue will lap at my seed until there’s nothing left.
Easing my fingers out of her mouth, I go back to her pussy and retrieve some more. I’m in awe of this human as she sucks my digits deep into her mouth. In fact, my heart clenches so tightly, I fear it might break under the pressure.
She’s perfect for me. My everything. I can only hope she’ll be receptive and come to care for me as much as I do for her. Anything less than whole-hearted, passionate, wild abandon will not be enough.
I want her to be as consumed as I am. I want her feral with need for me. I’m already lost inside her, and will do whatever I can to make her feel the same way.
Once she’s mostly clean, I take another rag out of my suit and wipe her down. With gentle movements, I turn her over, wincing at the soft moan of discomfort. I spread her cheeks and wipe away the evidence.
As I lift her tail, she bucks against me, her whimpers turning into something far more erotic. My lips curl into a grin as I wipe down her tail and turn her over. Her eyes are bright, shining with some u
There seems to be a war inside her, one I ca
Hopefully, the self-recrimination will pass as she spends her days in my arms and out in the fields. For many cows, living on Icora is an escape they never knew they needed. I can only pray to the Celestials that Jessica will become one of them.
She’ll have to learn to adapt because I refuse to let her go. Offering escape back to their home planet is merely a formality. Most Ranchers don’t even do it. I’m one of the few rare ones who actually give a damn about these women.
But I can’t see myself in a world where Jessica does not exist. Since I ca
Even now, she slumps back against the dirt, her eyes going unfocused and hazy. She turns on her side and curls in on herself, shaking ever so slightly. Frowning, I lift her limp arm and ease her hand back into the glove.
Once she’s properly outfitted again, I scoop her up, my chest tightening at the soft whimpers drifting from her lips. Her eyes glint in the setting suns, wet, as if she wants to cry. But no tears ever fall.
Worry niggles at my brain as I pick up my pace, desperate to get her back to my brother. If anyone can help her, it’s him. I don’t have him on standby as my personal Medical Rancher just because he’s family.
His arrogant attitude and haughty demeanor are because he is actually the best. I would trust both my life and any cow in my care to him. Clutching Jessica close, I break into a run.
It jostles her in my arms, but her cries are soft, almost inaudible. I hope she’s not holding back on my account. No amount of perceived weakness on her part will make me crave her any less.
We make record time, and I stand at the threshold of my ancestral home gasping for breath. Antroli comes out, his brows knitted with worry. As much as I don’t want to give my cow up, I ease her into his arms so he can take her Nagán.
I follow behind, dragging air into my lungs. My brother smirks as he comes into the room, looking me up and down before shaking his head. Motioning over to a bench, he instructs Antroli to put her down.
“Perhaps you should come to see me for a physical workup. A walk from the fields to here shouldn’t have left you so winded.”
“Ass,” I growl, kneeling next to Jessica. “What can you do for her? The shot helped, but wore off. I don’t feel comfortable giving her meat with all these eyes everywhere.” I slide her knee pads and gloves off, leaving just the tail.
“I know. I’ve been thinking about that and did some research. If protein is what this heifer needs to accommodate the expansion of her body, then there is a synthetic alternative.”
He pulls out a satchel and sets it on the floor next to me. While he pulls out his syringe to give her another dose, I look over the packets filled with a fine, white powder. I hold one up to the light to study it.
On the bench, Jessica writhes about, nearly falling off. I move to the other side so she’s sandwiched between my brother and me. Forcing my breathing to be deep and even, I lay my hand on her breastbone and force her to calm down.
“Please. I can’t,” she whimpers, trying to get away in her weakened state.
“So dramatic,” Nagán growls under his breath. “I’ve already given you a shot before and you survived. This is the same thing, but triple the protein. You’ll live.”
“No,” she cries out. “Not that. That.” Her gaze lands back on the small packet.
I hold it back up to her and shake it. “You’re scared of this?”
“I don’t do drugs,” she snaps out. “Especially not cocaine.”
Nagán and I stare at each other for a moment, our faces holding twin expressions of incomprehension. Dropping the bag onto her stomach, I ignore her twisting and turning as I grab my communicator. It only takes a few minutes of searching before I find what she’s talking about.
No wonder she was so frightened. The stories alone are enough to make my skin crawl. Handing it over to Nagán, I smile down at my cow.
“It’s not cocaine, my pretty girl,” I cajole, breathing with her. “We don’t have anything like this on our planet. The most are mushrooms that make you see things and plants that mellow you out. But even then, it’s all tightly regulated. Only certain farms can grow them, and they keep account of quantities which they deliver to the government daily.”
“Yeah,” Nagán agrees, tossing me my communicator. “Nasty stuff. It seems as if your planet is determined to kill itself. I’ll never understand Earthlings.”
“You don’t have to understand us,” she hisses, some of her old spark coming back. “You could just leave us the fuck alone.”
“Language,” I bark out, rising to grab a gag.
Her eyes widen as I come back with it. She shakes her head back and forth, her eyes pleading with me not to put it back inside her mouth. Dangling it from my fingers, I hunch down.
“I have been lenient with you because you are ill. Do not mistake my charity for weakness. I have made the rules abundantly clear concerning speaking in front of other Icorians. If anything else comes out of your mouth that isn’t a moo, you will be gagged for the rest of the night. Understand?”
She nods her head, shrinking in on herself. Satisfied, I drop the gag next to the bench and skim my hand up her arm. At some point, self-preservation has to win out with her. She can’t stay stubborn forever.