Page 42 of Milked for the Holidays

Reaching into his suit, he pulls out the small communicator and holds it to his lips. Soon, Nagán is on the screen.

“Don’t tell me you’ve fucked it up already. It’s one packet in her food each meal starting tomorrow.”

Vrokjan bristles at his brother’s strident tone. “My cow is wondering what it is you’re giving her.”

“And you’re entertaining this? You really do have it bad. You’re certainly not this indulgent normally. It’s a simple protein powder created to aid her body in retaining and creating energy.”

Nagán rattles off a list of ingredients, only some of which I recognize. However, what gives me a slight sense of relief is nothing even remotely resembles the medicine Mom was on. Perhaps it really is just as simple as he says, and I’m not dying.

I cling to that notion, allowing it to shore me up. Besides, I’d like to think he would have said something, or at least acted concerned, whenever Vrokjan brought me to him. Dragging in a deep breath, I force all those thoughts from my mind and concentrate on the alien in front of me.

After he disconnects, he punches the screen a few more times. His eyes lock onto mine as he speaks to the person on the other end. “Bring food for me and my cow. We will not be dining with the others tonight.” His eyes darken as he smiles at me. “I find I still want you all to myself.”

Again, he stretches out his hand and waits for me to take it. Leading me into the bathroom, he stops as we cross the threshold, allowing me to take in the space. My brain almost can’t comprehend what I’m seeing.

A large tub sits on a dais to the side near a wall of windows. The view is both awe-inspiring and spectacular. By now, the suns have dipped below the horizon, allowing three moons to glow at various points.

They’re so large and seem so close. It’s as if I can reach out and touch them. Despite the brightness they bring, scores of stars are still visible. Vrokjan drops my hand, allowing me to walk over to the window.

“Is this real?”

He slides up behind me and cups my breasts, causing the ornaments to graze against my stomach for a moment before he takes them off and sets them to the side. “Yes. Icora is a beauty I’ve never witnessed anywhere else in all my intergalactic travels. But then, I’m biased.”

For the next several minutes, we stand there as he points out his planet’s constellations, easing the fake tinsel from my body. The stories behind them are similar to those on Earth, making it feel familiar to me. I lean against him, soaking in his strength as I listen.

This is what I wanted, what I craved. This closeness with the man who strips me of who I am until I’m left raw and wanting. Dragging me over to the tub, he helps me in.

I watch, my mouth watering as he slides the zipper down, revealing his body to me. For some reason, I no longer seem to care that he’s blue. It’s no longer startling, but is, instead, erotic.

Reaching out, I trail my fingers over his skin, noting the shifting colors. Just like farmers on Earth, the areas exposed to the sun are darker, giving way to a lighter blue. But this isn’t a farmer’s tan I’m used to.

Like all the other Ranchers I’ve seen, they tend to stay pretty covered up, leaving just their neck, face, and hands darker than the rest. His nipples, however, are nearly black, a stark contrast to the paler skin surrounding it.

My fingers drift over his skin, memorizing the muscular planes. When I graze his nipple, he sucks in a breath as his cock bobs between us. So human-like, yet different.

With an indulgent smile, he pushes my hand away and continues to undress. Stretching my arms wide, I let the warm water lap over me, easing the discomfort in my muscles and joints. If anything, I can certainly get used to a bathtub this size.

The water continues to pour in a continuous cycle, yet the tub never overflows. Even when Vrokjan climbs in behind me, the water displaces but never spills out onto the floor. Archimedes would be quite puzzled indeed.

With a sigh, I rest against his broad chest, soaking in the silent comfort he offers me. We lie there in the water for what feels like an eternity, but I don’t want to move. I don’t want to break this spell.

It weaves around us, anchoring us together. Groaning, I let my eyes close as sleep threatens to overtake me. For the first time in a while, I feel safe and content.

* * *

Pleasure washes over me, forcing a soft moan past my lips. I’ve had erotic dreams before, but nothing like this. My inner walls flutter as I toss my head back and forth, desperate for release.

In the murky haze, I make out a blue shape as it hovers over me, thrusting in and out. I arch my hips, desperate for the release that eludes me. But just as I get near the point of orgasm, the sensations drift away, leaving me bereft.

Crying out, I beg this strange entity to let me come. My body is on fire, twisting, turning, and writhing as I try to find release. I go to move my hands, to get myself off since they’re not being accommodating, but I can’t move.

Somehow, that makes it even more erotic. Moans flit from my lips, sounding strange and foreign to my ears. Why does it sound like a cow mooing? I struggle to open my eyes, to end this weird dream.

But when I pry them open, reality sets in. Hard. Vrokjan hovers over me, his hands digging into my tender breasts. My cries reach a fever pitch as he drags the tip of his tongue over my nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

Again, I try to move my hands, to grip his head and pull him closer as each drag of his lips brings sweet relief washing over me, but they don’t move. I look up and see them chained to the headboard. My core clenches as I realize how helpless I am.

Between my thighs, the little machine continues to work, stretching and pulsing, fighting against the tight grip of my pussy. It’s too much, too overwhelming. Frantic cries drip from my lips as I rock my hips back and forth.