Milked by Royalty: The Full Collection (A Human Cow Erotic Romance) Page 10

  “She’s an adequate cow,” his lordship said slowly. “But she’s had very little training. If I might suggest another member of the herd, one with more experience perhaps?”

  “You might,” the duke said. “But I’m afraid I wouldn’t be interested. I don’t know what it is, but this little cow has me intrigued.”

  He cupped Julia’s chin in his hand and fixed his eyes upon hers. Her heart beat faster, but she didn’t look away.

  “You gave me permission to choose the best of your herd, and I’ve chosen. Unless she has some immitigable defect you haven’t disclosed, I see no reason to waste any further time. Or might you perhaps have a personal objection?”

  The duke turned towards his lordship, and Lord Ashe stood even straighter. “I assure you, personal feelings are not a factor. Whether you choose this cow or any other makes no difference to me so long as you and the rest of my guests are satisfied.”

  His lordship’s words hit her harder than any blow.

  And what did you expect. A confession of his undying love? Come on. This is a dairy, and you’re a cow. To him, you’re nothing but livestock.

  Before she realized what was happening, more words were barked out and orders given. Lady Sybil appeared seconds later. Her ladyship clipped a rope to Julia’s neck before summoning a pair of servants to see her off.

  “Do whatever you must, but I want her immaculate for tonight’s festivities. When Farthington Hall hosts a dinner, I don’t want it being said that our dessert isn’t well prepared.”

  Dessert?

  Julia’s heart beat faster. Despite his lordship’s harsh words, she sought comfort in his gaze, but his eyes weren’t on Julia. They were on Melissa and so were his hands. He held the woman’s delicate fingers between his palms and spoke to her with a smile while his servants led Julia away.

  ***

  “Wait here. His lordship will come for you shortly.”

  Julia nodded to the butler and did her best not to fidget when he retreated from the room.

  And what a room she was in.

  Farthington Hall was even more elegant on the inside than the out. Faded silk tapestries hung from the walls. Golden chandeliers sparkled from the ceiling while marble nymphs stood watch beside immense suits of armor.

  But out of all her surroundings, the one sculpture to catch her eye more than any other was sitting on the table in the center of the foyer. Still unsure if she would be permitted to move, she took a gamble and crawled forwards. Just ahead of her, an ebony swan stood frozen in mid-flight. With its neck thrown back and wings grasping for air, she couldn’t quite tell whether the artist intended to portray angst or ecstasy, but either way, the piece of art called to her in a way she couldn’t quite define.

  If only I could see the eyes. Maybe then I’d know what that animal was thinking.

  But to see that, she’d have to stand, and good cows didn’t stand. They crawled on all fours just like Lady Sybil demanded.

  Just like his lordship demanded.

  But you’re not a cow, she thought. You’re a woman. Even his lordship said so.

  Julia bit her lip. Slowly she rose onto her hind legs.

  Your only legs, her inner voice screamed. Humans only have two legs. The others are called arms.

  That she had to remind herself of the fact was more than enough to drive her to her feet. Her bell clanged in the empty room. Her toes dug into the rich carpet. Heavy breasts bounced against her chest as they swung back to their human position, and all at once Julia was staring not at the statue, but rather at the dazzling creature gazing back at her from beyond the gilded mirror.

  Her heart fluttered. “That’s…me.”

  The simple act of speaking was enough to make her forget her place entirely. Without thinking, Julia walked across the room to examine her reflection. As always, she was naked—she had a feeling nothing would change that—but her whole body looked different than she remembered. It even felt different. Her waist was slimmer, but her hips looked rounder, nowhere near as full as her giant breasts to be sure, but definitely more proportionate.

  She ran a hand across her tightened abdomen, and her skin felt as silky as the tapestries hanging from the walls. Her eyes drifted from her naval to her breasts. She’d expected each one to sag under their newfound weight, but amazingly they kept their shape despite their immense size. Each one rose and fell in time to her breaths. She raised a ringer to examine her nipples and the sensation was almost enough to bring her to her knees.

  They’re even more sensitive than before.

  She had no idea how it was even possible, but she guessed perhaps her increased sensitivity had something to do with all the hours his lordship’s servants had spent getting her ready.

  You didn’t just think they were there to brush your hair and put on makeup, did you?

  Her gaze rose to her face. Her eyes were smoky, her cheeks shimmering, and her lips painted the exact color of her rosy areolas. Her old collar had been replaced with one made from red leather. Matching leather cuffs now encircled wrists and ankles. A golden bell hung from her neck while her dark brown curls spilled across her neck and shoulders.

  She would have never believed she could look so glamorous, but oddly enough, her hair and makeup had taken mere minutes compared to the hours she’d spent soaking in all those scented oils the servants had used to bathe her. Her pussy grew wet just remembering the feel of their hands against her skin. They’d spent a whole afternoon kneading her flesh, not a one stopping until her every pore bled with the scent of jasmine and honeysuckle.

  And her nipples.

  A bead of her juices slid down her inside leg as she recalled all of the servants’ attention in moisturizing her tender breasts. Over and over again they’d rubbed and massaged and coaxed her bulging nipples into firm teats just aching to be properly milked, but not once had they given her the satisfaction.

  And satisfaction was something she desperately needed.

  Just one pull, that’s all you need. His lordship wouldn’t mind that much, would he?

  Her teeth dug into her lower lip. Could she really stop after just one pull? She needed relief. After a whole day without any release, her breasts were so swollen they felt ready to burst, but the servants had all been adamant she not be milked without his lordship’s leave.

  But it wasn’t like it could hurt anything, right?

  Almost unbidden, her hands moved up to her breasts. Her fingers reached for those rosy areolas, and just seeing them standing firm and already weeping beneath her was enough to make her pussy clench.

  She closed her eyes. She tightened her fingers around each teat, and then…

  “Taking matters into your own hands, I see.”

  Julia’s eyes popped open. She tried to turn, but a body was already pressed against her back. Strong hands pulled her wrists to her sides, and when she looked in the mirror, Lord Ashe stood behind her, his power and nobility a distinct contrast to her animal-like nudity.

  “Patience,” he whispered into her ear. “You’ll have plenty of that tonight.”

  His breath slid across her skin, and her heart beat faster.

  “I’m sorry.” Julia started to drop to her knees. “I know I’m not supposed to…”

  “Shh.” He pressed a finger to her lip. “No apologies. This isn’t the barn. While you’re inside my home, I consider you more woman than cow. You’ll be allowed on two legs and given leave to talk, but only if spoken to. Do you understand?”

  She nodded. “Yes…my lord.”

  She caught his smile in the mirror.

  “Continue to behave yourself and I might just be tempted to bring you inside more often.”

  Julia’s lips curled into a grin despite her better sense.

  “First, though, we must get through tonight.”

  All joviality left his lordship’s face as he settled his hands on her hips. In the mirror, his brow drew together, and he frowned. Something almost like concern touched his eyes as h
is gaze roved over her reflection, but she knew better than to think he could ever possibly care for someone so far beneath him.

  “I promised that as long as you were under my care I would protect you, and I have certainly tried. Last night in the barn…”

  “Wasn’t your fault,” Julia said before he could finish.

  His lordship’s lips tightened. “Be that as it may, your safety was still compromised. I’d hoped to protect you from any such incident in the future, but due to factors not wholly under my control, I’m afraid I’m unable. Do you understand what your role is in tonight’s affairs?”

  Julia’s throat tightened. “I’m supposed to be the entertainment.”

  “Yes,” he said slowly. “And as such you’ll be expected to fulfill whatever desires our guests have of you.”

  Julia dropped her gaze to her chest. “What if they desire to hurt me?”

  His lordship cupped her chin in his hand. Gently he lifted her face up so that she couldn’t help but stare straight into his reflection’s hardened gaze.

  “I won’t allow that to happen,” he said. “I promise.”

  She wanted to believe him, but her fears were hard to sway.

  “Just do as you’re told, and you’ll be fine,” he said. “I know I’m asking a great deal of you now, but I have every confidence you’ll live up to your role. You’re…you’re the best cow I’ve seen in a very long time, my Jewel, and believe me when I say I don’t give compliments lightly.”

  Heat touched Julia’s face, and she ducked her head to hide her blush. Far behind her, the giant grandfather clock in the corner struck 8 pm.

  “I suppose we should get going,” Lord Ashe said.

  From his waistcoat, he retrieved a thin, silver chain. Unbidden, Julia turned around and presented her throat. His lordship’s hand wavered beside her collar.

  “My God, Jewel, you’re even more beautiful than your reflection.”

  Julia’s eyes widened. Her jaw went slack, but his lordship lifted it back into place with a single finger.

  “Chin up,” he told her. “You have every right to be proud tonight. After all, you’re the crown jewel of Farthington Hall.”

  She wished she knew what to say, but at that moment, silence seemed preferable to words. His lordship clipped his chain to her collar and led her from the room.

  Julia followed unquestioningly. A world of riches sprawled out before her, but somehow she couldn’t keep her eyes off the man in front of her.

  Stop it, she told herself. Just stop it right now. You can’t fall for this man’s words. He’s a liar, just like Matthew was. First they make you fall for them, then…

  Julia took a deep breath. She couldn’t think about her ex-fiancé now, but no matter how much she tried to push the man from her mind, he kept coming back again.

  Just like he promised he would if I ever left.

  A shiver rippled through her. An unknown world of torment awaited her at the hands of his lordship’s guests, yet it seemed like nothing in comparison to the mere threat of what Matthew would do if he ever found her again.

  “Jewel?”

  His lordship looked down at her with a raised eyebrow, and only then did she realize they’d stopped in front of a giant pair of oak doors. Servants stood at each side. Through the crack, she could hear just the vaguest whispers of conversation drifting in from the other room.

  “Are you ready?” Lord Ashe asked.

  Her pounding heartbeat filled her eardrums, but she nodded anyway.

  His lordship gave the order, and the servants opened the door. All conversation ceased.

  “Ladies, gentlemen,” his lordship addressed his throng of guests. “I give to you your entertainment.”

  No one spoke. Julia looked out at the sea of faces, and more than anything she wanted to run. After her night with the bulls, she’d thought she could handle anything, but this was different. Each bull was more animal than man. They took her and used her and her own animalistic nature had even welcomed it. But here, inside this palace, surrounded by aristocrats and standing on her own two feet like the woman she kept telling herself she was, she couldn’t help but feel like one of Dr. Moreau’s perverted creations.

  “Magnificent.” The duke was the first to approach her. “You truly have outdone yourself with this one, James.”

  His lordship gave the duke a stiff nod, but the other man hardly noticed. His eyes remained fixed on Julia. He walked around her body slowly, taking in every angle of her naked form.

  “If this isn’t perfection, I don’t know what is. What say you, Melissa?”

  From her spot on the settee, the lady in red turned up her nose. “Her looks are passable, I’ll give you that, but I’m more interested in performance than a pretty face. After all, it’s milk not beauty that keeps our dairies running.”

  “And as you’ll soon discover,” his lordship interrupted, “my Jewel has more than enough of each.”

  “I certainly hope so,” the duke said. “Because we have quite the number of mouths to feed before tonight’s festivities begin in earnest. Come, my dear.” He took Julia’s hand. “Your throne awaits.”

  Julia’s legs shook as she followed the duke to the center of the room. A round, low-set table stood atop a plush, Oriental rug. Upon it lay a golden dish with a giant, amber phallus rising from its center.

  Julia’s heart pumped harder.

  “Just relax,” his lordship whispered into her ear. “You’ll be fine.”

  With hardly any effort at all, he lifted her atop the serving tray and guided her hips down upon the stiffened cock. She breathed harder as it entered her, its girth stretching and filling her almost as much as the bulls had the night before.

  His lordship pulled her collar’s chain behind her. Metal grazed the back of her spine as he drew it taut, forcing her back to arch and her breasts to fan out before the waiting crowd. Murmurs of approval met her ears, but all Julia could focus on was his lordship. He bent her knees beneath her. He positioned her heels against her naked ass before finally stringing the chain between the loops of her wrist and ankle cuffs.

  When he was done, she was hogtied so securely she could barely move. Across the room, the crowd eyed her appreciatively. Moisture coated her pussy even as her mouth went dry.

  “Simply magnificent.” The duke’s eyes swept across her trembling form. “James, if you would do the honors.”

  His lordship reached under the table. Julia heard a click then a rumble, and before she knew it, the amber cock came to life.

  “Ohhhh!”

  Her eyes rolled back. Her knees fought for purchase, but she could barely move. All she could do was moan and pant as the vibrator pushed her further and further away from the humanity she so desperately wanted to retain.

  And she did want to be human, didn’t she?

  She remembered the bulls and their beastlike savagery. They’d given up every last shred of their freedom, their individuality, and for what? The chance to live a life of pure pleasure?

  Better than a life of pain.

  The vibrator pulsed even harder, and she cried out as she came. Oh, damn but that felt good. It all felt so good. The orgasms, the attention, the lack of responsibility. All she had to do was submit, and everything in her life became so easy. His lordship would take care of her. He’d always take care of her. Sure, she would never be his princess, not as the animal she was now, but she’d be his, and in the end, that was all that mattered, wasn’t it?

  A hand settled on her hip. She opened her eyes, and his lordship was beside her. His gaze was calm, almost proud as he nodded to her. She could have stared into his dark eyes forever, but of course he had his guests to attend to.

  Lord Ashe lifted Julia’s left breast in one hand. “Thomas, I believe the honor belongs to you.”

  The duke stepped forward. He settled his hands on Julia’s waist first. Her abdomen tightened as another orgasm rippled through her, and the duke grinned before finally reaching out to take the
breast his lordship had offered.

  “Well, now, why don’t we see just what kind of a prize you really are, hmm?”

  He squeezed her nipple until a steady stream ran down his knuckles. Julia’s whole body shuddered. Her hips ground into the amber vibrator almost on instinct, and from somewhere deep in the back of her mind, words came to the surface.

  “Please,” she said between moans. “Please…I need…I need…”

  His mouth descended upon her before she could even get out her request. His lips wrapped around her teat. His tongue coaxed her tender nipple until a torrent of milk flowed from her. Heat surged through her ducts. It poured into the duke’s mouth and filled him with the very best she had to offer.

  And she had so very much to offer.

  The duke moaned between swallows, and within seconds his fingers dug into her skin as he suckled her in earnest.

  Oh, Lord, it felt so good. She didn’t know what was better, the feeling of his warm mouth upon her skin or the knowledge that even a creature as base as herself could somehow please a man as regal as the duke himself.

  Minutes passed before he finally let her go.

  “Even finer than I’d expected,” he said. “Well, my friends, what are you waiting for? Far be it from me to rob you of such a jewel.”

  The duke stepped aside, and the rest of the assembly came forward. At least a dozen or more guests filled his lordship’s grand sitting room. Men and women, all in the prime of their life, descended upon her. Their hands examined her body. A running commentary on her skin, her breasts, her hair, even her scent bubbled up from the congregation, and Julia struggled to keep her focus as a man with wiry red whiskers took one teat in his mouth and a tiny little brunette wrapped her lips around the other.

  Was this to be her great purpose in life? To become a living dairy bar to England’s upper crust?

  Better than what Matthew had planned for you, a little voice reminded, and she had to concede the truth of that statement. At least at Farthington Hall, she received as much pleasure as she gave.