Page 28 of Milked for the Holidays

Catching Nagán’s eyes, I motion for him to come over. “She can barely hold herself up on all fours. Tell me you’ve figured something out.”

His lips thin into a grim line, making my heart stutter in my chest. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a few syringes. Jessica, of course, huddles into herself at the sight. The poor thing probably wants nothing more to do with my brother.

“From the readouts, I think I understand what’s happening. Normally, with cows, the serum only makes the tissue grow so much. It’s what leaves them weak when they’re being prepared for auction. But by the time they land, everything should start going back to normal.”

“But?” I hedge, my heart pounding so hard it makes my head throb.

“But with Jessica, it seems the serum is working overtime. Her body seems to adapt to it in a way I’ve never seen before. Instead of expanding her tissue like the others, it’s nearly double that. It’s pulling a lot of energy from her body and isn’t being replenished. It’s also why she’s producing so much milk.”

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?