Milked by Royalty: The Full Collection (A Human Cow Erotic Romance) (6 page)

Julia’s heart beat faster. What was she supposed to do? She didn’t want this man inside her. He was crude and dirty and ugly, but that wasn’t the worst of it. Those eyes…

They’re just like Matthew’s: cold and dark and deadly
.

Terror choked her. She tried to back away, but the spreader bar tangled on a root. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t scream. She couldn’t do anything but watch as Jack’s hardened member slid towards her. She shook so badly he had to grab her by the hair to keep her still enough to slide the tip of his cock into her mouth.

“What’s going on here?”

His lordship’s voice boomed across the yard, and Jack froze. Julia sobbed silently as the man released her hair and hastily slid his cock back into his trousers.

“My lordship.” He bowed slightly. “I was just—”

“About to return to your duties,” Lord Ashe finished. “Or perhaps you’d prefer to spend your time cleaning the bull’s paddock instead. I believe you’re aware of what happened to the last man to enter their enclosure.”

Jack paled. “Oh, no, no, your lordship. I…I’ll be on my way.”

He stuffed his member back into his pants, and Julia let out the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. He was halfway to the fence when his lordship cleared his throat.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Jack froze.

His lordship pointed to the cigarette butt still burning in the grass, and Jack scooped it up with a curse.

“This is your only warning, Haywood,” Lord Ashe told the giant foreman. “One more infraction and I’ll see you earn a place with the bulls permanently. Am I understood?”

“Perfectly, your lordship. Absolutely perfectly. Believe me, it won’t happen again. I swear it.”

“Good,” Lord Ashe said. “Now get out of my sight.”

The giant foreman scurried away like a beaten dog. As soon as he was gone, his lordship knelt beside Julia.

“I apologize for the man’s behavior. It was completely uncalled for. He didn’t harm you, did he?”

Julia wasn’t sure whether she could speak or not, so she shook her head quickly. His lordship’s lips curled into a smile.

“A smart cow. I can see you’ve taken my sister’s teachings to heart.”

He knelt beside her. He stroked her back until the shudders subsided, and she felt almost like herself again.

Or at least as close to one’s self as a woman could feel when forced to play the part of a cow.

He checked her over from head to toe. Only at the end did he examine her breasts. He cupped her tender flesh in his hands as if to weigh her massive udders.

Not udders. Breasts. They’re breasts, and you’re a woman not a cow. A woman damnit
.

But she didn’t feel like a woman, not at all. She felt like a piece of property. His piece of property. She was a toy meant to be used, and right then she wanted to be used.

She wanted to be used by him.

“Close to full already,” he said. “You truly are a magnificent producer.”

He tugged on her teats, and she gasped as hot milk spurted onto the grass. Without thinking, she bent forward to lick every glorious drop off the blades beneath her. The taste was even more amazing than she ever could have imagined.

“Splendid.” His lordship stroked her hair. “Absolutely splendid.”

He snapped a rope to her collar and led her back to the barn. She followed as quickly as her spreader would allow, though not once did he hurry her. Whenever she looked up, she’d find his eyes lingering on her naked body. He’d stroke her back, her bottom, even her pussy, and before she could even stop herself, she’d moo for him each time.

What in the hell was wrong with her?

Lady Sybil was standing in the barn’s doorway when they returned. Her lips quirked into a smirk as she regarded her brother.

“Found a new favorite I see.”

His nostrils flared, though he didn’t deny her words. “Haywood found her grazing along the north fence. The man was about to take a turn with her when I stopped him. Did you know about this?”

Her ladyship arched an eyebrow. “She does need to be broken in. I saw no reason why—”

“I won’t have my cows sullied by the likes of Jack Haywood.”

“Oh, James, you’re being absolutely—”

“I mean it,” his lordship repeated. “If I find him servicing my stock again, I’ll make a lesson out of him as well as you.”

Lady Sybil’s face paled. “Of course, brother. As you say.”

His lordship led Julia back to the milking room. Her breasts pitched beneath her so badly she almost ached for another turn at the pumps, but memories of Jack and the rest of his friends still spun through her head. She shouldn’t like this. She shouldn’t let these men cow her so easily, but she had. She’d given in to all the degradation and humiliation that should have more than traumatized any normal woman, and why? Because she signed one stupid piece of paper.

She cursed herself for how weak she was.

Maybe her ex-fiancé was right. Maybe she was just a ready-made victim.

His lordship stroked back her hair.

“My little jewel seems lost in thought,” he said, and Julia saw no point in arguing. “Perhaps we’d best try to purge your mind as well as those lovely breasts, hmm?”

Julia had no idea what he meant, but she didn’t have to wait long to find out. He led her to a narrow bench in the back of the room. On the ground beside her sat a pail.

“The pumps work well for breaking in a cow, but in times like these, I’ve found nothing surpasses a good pair of hands. Sis, what do you say we show our little cow how nice an old fashioned milking can be?”

Lady Sybil sauntered forward. She traced a single, red fingernail around Julia’s lips, across her chin, down her throat, then all the way past her collarbone to the cleft between her breasts.

“I don’t know, brother. Do you think she deserves it?”

He chuckled. Julia heard the rustle of cloth, and before she knew it, he’d scooped her up by the waist and planted her atop his hardened cock. She sucked in a breath of air as he slid smoothly inside of her, his manhood stretching her insides until every last inch of him filled her.

Oh, damn, why did that have to feel so good?

“A good fit?” Lady Sybil asked.

Her brother chuckled again. “Almost better than I remember. What do you think, my little cow?”

Julia couldn’t respond. Even if she was allowed to speak, her words failed her. She remembered the day before. She remembered kneeling on her hands and knees while his lordship took her from behind, her best friend took her from the front, and the pumps steadily sucked away every last drop of her newly formed milk.

She shouldn’t have liked what they’d done to her, but she had, the Laculin made sure of it. Now, though, bereft of the drug’s effects, she found herself just as needy as ever before, maybe even more so.

“Moo,” she called out to the man behind her. “Moooo!”

His lordship tightened his arm around her waist. “There’s a good cow. And just for that, you’ll get a reward.”

He bucked his hips beneath her, and his cock pounded inside her deeper than ever before. Julia gasped. Her breasts bounced through each of his thrusts, and within minutes she was grinding her pussy into his lap as hard as she could, desperate for ever last centimeter his lordship had to offer.

More
, she thought.
I need so much more
.

“Sybil, the bucket please.”

Just when she thought nothing could possibly top what his lordship was offering her now, Lady Sybil’s fingers wrapped around her engorged teats and pulled, hard.

Julia cried out.

Whether it was from pain or pleasure, she couldn’t say. Maybe it was a mixture of both. Her breaths came out fast and hard, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the lady in front of her. At the crest of each of his lordship’s thrusts, Lady Sybil tugged at Julia’s ripe nipples until thick jets of milk shot into the waiting bucket.

Oh, God. Oh, sweet mother of God!

Her milk rained down into the pail while her cries echoed through the barn. Twin fires of ecstasy threatened to rip her mind in two. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t act. All she could do was gasp for breath while his lordship fucked her deep and hard.

Her eyes rolled back.

“Tired already?” his lordship whispered into her ear. “Don’t tell me you’re ready to stop.”

Julia fought to shake her head. No, she didn’t want to stop. She didn’t want this to ever stop. Her body had needed this for so long. She needed it, and now that she had it, she wasn’t about to let go.

With all the strength she could muster, she reached behind her head and wrapped her arms around Lord Ashe’s neck. She ground her back into his chest. A small mewl left her throat, and she cocked back her head just enough to blink up at her new lord in silent supplication.

His lordship chuckled. “If you want something, my little Jewel, all you have to do is ask.”

She didn’t even think to use real words.

“Moo,” she said. “Moo. Moo. Mooooo.”

His next thrust took her breath away.

Waves of pleasure washed over her from one end to the next. Her pussy, her breasts, her whole body was on fire, and she was helpless to stop it.

She liked being helpless.

Truth be told, she’d liked everything that had happened to her since Brandon first brought her to Farthington Hall. The milkings, the sex, even the changes these people had forced upon her body weren’t unpleasant. She was an animal to them, sure, but she was their animal, and they took care of her. If she chose to stay, Lord Ashe would always take care of her. He’d be everything her fiancé had promised to be but wasn’t. He’d—

Lady Sybil nipped at her flesh, and Julia’s thoughts slid away as quickly as they’d come. When she looked down, the older woman was grinning up at her with coy satisfaction. One of Julia’s teats hung trapped between the woman’s pearly teeth while the other dripped steady, milky tears into the partially filled bucket.

“Thirsty, sis?” his lordship asked between thrusts.

Lady Sybil didn’t answer. Instead, she just closed her eyes and slowly, steadily increased the pressure.

Sparks flashed behind Julia’s eyes. Her whole body trembled. She tried to push her ladyship away, but Lord Ashe pinned her arms by her side.

“Relax,” he whispered into her ear. “Sometimes a little pain makes the pleasure twice as nice.”

Julia wanted to argue. Her nipple felt like it was caught in a vice. Spikes of pain radiated through her flesh, building with each passing second, growing into something terrible and breathtaking and…and…

“Ahhh!”

The sensation wasn’t like anything she’d ever known. One moment she was panting in pain, and the next she was gasping through the strongest orgasm she’d ever felt. Lady Sybil’s teeth clenched even tighter and his lordship thrust inside her again, and once more her cries echoed through barn.

Holy shit.

She came twice more before her ladyship finally released her. Lady Sybil’s tongue licked her tender flesh. She wrapped her lips around Julia’s aching teat and took half a dozen long, deep pulls before letting Julia’s breast fall back to her heaving chest.

Lady Sybil licked her lips.

“Did you like that, my little cow?”

Julia blinked down at the woman beneath her. Only his lordship’s firm grip kept her from sliding to the floor.

“I’m curious. Which was better? This?” She traced a crimson fingernail around Julia’s tender areola. “Or this?”

Her ladyship’s fingers slid all the way down to Julia’s pussy, right to the cleft where Julia’s skin parted and his lordship’s began. Just a centimeter more and she’d be stroking her own brother’s cock, but her ladyship’s fingers never strayed from Julia’s flesh.

“Perhaps our little cow needs another demonstration,” his lordship said. “What do you say, sis? I believe our jewel has another udder just aching for release.”

His lordship took her neglected breast in one hand and squeezed her nipple hard enough to make her gasp. Warm milk shot onto her lap. More coated her breasts. She moaned and panted while he fucked her harder than ever before.

“That’s it,” he told her. “Let it all out. You’re a cow, my jewel, and cows don’t hold onto their milk. They beg for it to be taken.”

Julia’s back arched as she climaxed again.

Oh, Lord, did she ever want to be taken.

She rode through wave after wave, each one more intense than the last. Just when she thought she couldn’t crest any higher, his lordship would push her body to another level she didn’t even know existed. And Lady Sybil…

Julia could barely hold up her head when her ladyship descended upon her once more. Crimson fingernails dug into her hips. A mouth even hungrier than before latched onto first one breast, then the other. Milk shot into her ladyship’s hair. It ran down her chin and her neck, all the way to her velvet riding jacket, but the woman didn’t stop. She fed and fed and fed, and Julia yielded herself freely.

As if she even had a choice.