Milked by Royalty: The Full Collection (A Human Cow Erotic Romance) (3 page)

“How extraordinary,” his lordship said. “I never expected her to start producing so soon.”

Lord Ashe pulled at her nipples. More fluid spilled from her breasts while stars danced behind Julia’s eyes.

“Don’t stop,” she cried out. “Please, don’t stop.”

His lordship didn’t.

He kneaded her flesh with thumb and forefinger until rivers of warm milk flowed from each of her giant breasts.

I’m lactating
,
Julia thought.
I shouldn’t be lactating.

But at this point, Julia was beyond caring whether she should or shouldn’t be doing anything. Her hips thrust against the tether holding her in place. Her wrists tore against their cuffs, but she wasn’t trying to get away. No, she wanted to feel those beautiful mounds herself. She wanted to rub her palms against each of her giant breasts and try just a taste of the nectar flowing from her teats.

But she couldn’t, and it was all because of these two men: the men who wouldn’t help her.

Her cunt pounded in time to her heartbeat. Brandon’s razor taunted her with its every caress, and Lord Ashe’s hands—though strong and dexterous and wonderful when it came to the milking—did nothing to satisfy her more carnal needs.

She tugged against her bonds one last time and growled in frustration. Lord Ashe just arched an eyebrow.

“My newest jewel wants more, does she?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said. “Yes, I need more. Please, I…I…”

Before she could finish, his lordship planted his mouth against her dripping breast. His strong lips wrapped around her teat while his tongue danced circles around her nipple. Electricity jolted through her body. She shuddered as the heat gushed out of her, filling his lordship’s mouth, and the scream that poured from her throat was almost primal in its passion.

“I believe she’s ready,” Lord Ashe said as soon as he finished feeding. “Brandon?”

“Just finished, my lord,” he said. “Would you like the honors?”

His lordship nodded. Julia had no idea what honors they were speaking of, but she didn’t care. All she knew was that she needed more passion, more lust, more sex, more… milking.

His lordship unfastened the strap against her hips. He unhooked her feet from the stirrups before finally unlocking her wrists from their restraints. As soon as her hands were free, she grabbed the waist of his pants and tugged at his belt.

“Easy,” he said before scooping her into his arms. “That will come soon enough.”

He settled her onto the floor not like one would set down a human, but rather like an animal. He placed her on all fours. He let her lean back and fondle her breasts while he strapped a thick leather collar around her narrow neck.

“How do you like them?” his lordship asked.

Julia didn’t quite know what to say. They were beautiful. They were giant, gorgeous spheres that made her whole body tingle whenever a breath of air so much as passed across them.

This is wrong, whispered her doubts
. You’re a woman, not a cow. This man has mutilated you.

But she didn’t feel mutilated. If anything, she felt liberated. Her guilt and shame had always bound her more tightly than any collar could hope to compare, but now they were nothing more than tiny voices she could dismiss with ease.

And dismiss them she did.

“You might have a new top cow,” Brandon said, but Julia didn’t care about being at the top of any list. Right now she had needs, needs only these two men could satisfy.

She crawled towards his lordship. She ground her breasts into the knees of her pants while she reached up to unbuckle his belt.

“Please,” she whispered up to him. “I want you. I need you inside me. Now.”

Her voice came out so huskily she almost didn’t recognize it. To be honest, she didn’t recognize much of herself right now, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was feeling this man’s shaft inside her. Everything else could wait.

Her fingers fumbled with his buttons, but just before she could reach that long sought after prize inside, he pushed her away.

“A good cow knows her place,” he told her. “Show me you can be a good cow, and maybe I’ll help you.”

She didn’t know what he was talking about at first, but then she remembered Charity.

Her eyes widened.
He can’t really mean…

For just a moment she thought about rebelling, but then she looked up at his lordship. From her spot on the floor, he looked even mightier than before. He was huge and manly and so, so strong, and she needed him. She needed to feel him inside her more than anything else in the world, and if she had to give up the last of her pride in order to satisfy that urge, then she considered it only a small price to pay.

She dropped back to all fours. “Moo,” she said. “Moooooo!”

His lordship smiled.

Brandon hooked a rope to her collar. They led her to a room filled with hay. Brandon tied her rope to a long feeding trough in the center of the room before guiding her wrists into a pair of thick manacles built into the floor. He planted her ankles into a pair of similar cuffs behind her.

“What?” Julia started to ask, but a sharp slap on her ass cut off any further words.

“Good cows don’t speak,” his lordship said.

Julia thought she should argue that point. She wasn’t a cow after all. Before she could say anything though, Brandon was reaching beneath her and hooking something to her breasts.

“The pumps are in place,” he said. “Would you like to begin the milking?”

“By all means,” his lordship said. “The sooner she becomes accustomed to the process, the better.”

Julia frowned. A pair of cups clung to each of her teats. Clear plastic hoses connected them to the bucket Brandon had placed behind her.

It looks like some kind of milking machine, but surely…

Brandon flipped a switch, and the heat inside Julia raged into an inferno.

The machine was even better than his lordship’s fingers. They pulled at her teats. Warm milk flowed through her ducts into the waiting bucket, and she crooned.

“Oh, oh, ohhhhh!”

This was better than sex, better than anything she’d ever experienced. Every cell in her body vibrated in time to her milking. Her clit throbbed. Her breaths came out faster, deeper. She arched her back as the pumps worked their magic, and her giant breasts sent tingles down her spine as they bounced against one another over and over again.

Oh, she was so close. So very, very close.

Julia hadn’t experienced many orgasms in her life, but she knew on instinct she was close. Her body craved release. It needed it. She needed it. Each pump against her breasts sent her tantalizingly close to the edge, but not once had she fallen over.

And she wanted to fall. She wanted to fall fast and hard and long.

Moisture leaked from her aching pussy. She rubbed her thighs against one another. She ground her hips into the air, but nothing could give her the release she needed, nothing but…

His lordship’s fingers caressed her tender slit, and she almost swooned.

“Please!” she begged. “Please!”

He didn’t even chastise her for speaking.

Brandon increased the speed on her pumps, and she cried out in twin ecstasy as his Lord Ashe thrust himself inside her.

Oh, damn. Oh…

Her eyes rolled back. She thought it should hurt—it always hurt before—but this time was different. He thrust deep within her, and she felt her insides stretching, but oh, God, it felt so good to be stretched. He wasn’t small like her fiancé had been. No, his lordship’s cock lived up to the title. His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, and when he pulled her into him, she couldn’t hold back her pleasure.

“Mooo!”

Where had that even come from?

“Alright, Jewel,” Lord Ashe said. “Let’s see if we can’t meet your needs now.”

She wanted to tell him he already had, but then he thrust into her again, and the flames rolled through her like waves. She felt giddy, drunk even. His lordship pumped his cock into her harder, faster, and with each go, all she could think was,
More. I need more.

One orgasm after then next raced through her body. She’d had sex before, but never like this. Matthew was always quick. He made her lay on her back while he took her in the dark. While they’d been engaged, he’d filled her nights with deep grunts and quick lovemaking, but she’d endured it. She’d done her duty as a good fiancé—which was far more than she could say for him—but not once had she enjoyed it.

Not like this.

His lordship changed his tempo, and a whole new fit of passion broke through her. Gasps and moans gurgled up through her throat while warm milk cascaded from her breasts. She threw her head back. She sang her passion to the heavens, and when she finally opened her eyes, all she could see was the massive head of another erect cock poised in front of her face.

“Mind if I take this end while you use the other,” Brandon asked his lordship.

Lord Ashe chuckled. “By all means, go ahead.”

Brandon pressed his cock against Julia’s lips, and without thinking, she opened her mouth.

He tasted salty, but she liked the salt. She liked the way he filled her mouth. She liked it when he grabbed her hair in one hand and thrust his cock deep down her throat over and over and over again.

His balls slapped against Julia’s chin, and she moaned. When he finally came, his seed burned its way down her throat like liquid fire, and she hungered for more. 

His lordship took his time with her. He stoked her fire until her blood felt close to scalding, but she didn’t mind anymore. The heat wasn’t something to fear. It was a gift, just like her breasts. These men had released something wonderful inside of her, and she wanted to thank them. She wanted…

Her arms sagged beneath her. The breast pumps Brandon had attached dragged the floor as she slumped into the hay and fought to keep her eyes open.

What was happening to her? What…

His lordship pumped harder, deeper. Julia let out one last plaintive “moo” and then he came. The power of it swept through her from one end to the next, and she shuddered as every last muscle in her body turned to jelly.

“I think she’s done for today.”

His lordship pulled out of her. He didn’t bother to retrieve his pants before kneeling in front of her. His manhood was even bigger than she’d imagined, and when saw the thin trail of his seed still clinging to his shaft, she leaned forward on impulse and lapped it up with the last of her strength.

She smiled before collapsing to the floor.

“An amazing creature.” His lordship rested a hand on her fevered head. “You did well bringing me this one.”

Julia thought she heard Brandon snort. “I just brought you a woman. The Laculin did the rest.”

“The drug might make her lactate, yes, but other than that, all it can do is lower inhibitions. No, everything that our Jewel did, she did on her own. She was meant to be a cow, of that I’m certain. We’ll just have to hope she comes to the same realization before then end of her contract.”

Hands reached beneath Julia’s naked body. She blinked as his lordship rolled her onto her back, and then Brandon removed the pumps from her breasts. Drops of milk still clung to her darkened areolas. She tried to reach up and touch them, but his lordship planted his mouth on first one teat, then the other, kissing each droplet away.

“Sleep,” he told her. “You’ll begin your proper training in the morning. Until then, rest. I have no doubt you’ll need it.”

She nodded lazily. Her head slumped against his shoulder, and then the darkness came.

She expected the heat to leave, but it never did.

***

Light pressed against the back of Julia’s eyelids early the next morning. She blinked lazily.

She’d had the weirdest dream of her life. Brandon had been in it as well as another man she’d never met before.

Lord Ashe
, she thought.

The name alone made her clit throb and her pussy grow wet with need, but that was just a silly fantasy. He wasn’t real. None of what had happened had been real. Honestly, what did she think she was? Some kind of cow?

She rolled over, and that’s when she felt it. Soft hay scratched against her tender breasts. She frowned. Surely not. Surely…

She reached up to her chest, and her hands found the rounded mounds of her naked flesh. She shivered, both from the shock and the need that churned through her has her fingers scraped against her dripping nipples.

Dripping…

She stared down at her breasts, and her breath caught in her throat. It was real. Her dream was real. Tiny drops of ivory milk leaked from her monstrous teats.

Oh, God, she was a monster. She was… She was…

A door opened and footsteps approached her. When she looked up, Lord Ashe was standing over her with a thick cane in one hand and a rope in the other.

“Awake, I see. Well now, my Jewel, I expect you’ll have something to say about your transformation, so I’ll grant you this one leave to speak before your training begins.”