Milked by Royalty: The Full Collection (A Human Cow Erotic Romance) Read online

  A moment later, common sense kicked in.

  “I have to go.” She swayed as she got up from her chair. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I…I can’t do this. I wasn’t meant to be here. There’s obviously been some kind of mistake. Brandon?”

  Brandon didn’t answer her, but his lordship did.

  “Sit,” he told her, and she found herself obeying despite her urge to flee.

  His lordship took her chin in his hand and lifted her face up to meet his gaze.

  “I do believe we have a deal, my dear Jewel. You promised to enter my service for one week.”

  Julia shivered. “That was before I saw…whatever in the hell that thing is.”

  Julia’s gaze drifted back to the naked woman. Pure black hair hung behind the cow’s head as she craned back her neck and mooed softly. As if nothing else was more natural, Brandon reached down and stroked one breast with his free hand. The woman’s moos turned into lustful moans.

  “’That thing,’ as you so kindly put it, happens to be called Charity. She’s one of my best producers, in both quantity and quality. You seemed very impressed with the taste of her earlier. I would have thought you’d like to try another sample.”

  Julia watched as Brandon’s fingers tightened around the woman’s deep brown nipples. Each one was a perfectly coaxed point. He squeezed the woman’s left teat first, pulling slowly down on the nipple until a narrow stream of milk shot across the barn floor. A cry like nothing Julia had ever heard before echoed through the room, and when Julia looked at the woman’s face, she seemed caught in torturous ecstasy.

  Julia’s heartbeat pounded all the way down to her clit.

  “Go ahead,” his lordship said. “Try a taste. Chastity would be more than happy to feed you.”

  The raven-haired woman smiled lazily. Not once did she speak, but the shake of her breasts was more than invitation enough.

  Julia licked her lips.

  She shouldn’t want this. She couldn’t possibly want it. But if she had to be honest with herself, she did. She wanted to wrap her lips around that woman’s dark areolas. She wanted to press her skin against Charity’s silky hide. She wanted to explore every inch of this woman’s body, and more than anything, she wanted Lord Ashe and Brandon to watch.

  The thought alone nearly stopped her heart, but no amount of shame could fight the urges pulsing inside her. His lordship gave her a single push, and that was all it took. She crawled across the floor, heedless of the eyes watching her, and tentatively leaned forward to lick a single bead of milk off the other woman’s engorged breast.

  Charity crooned.

  “It’s all right,” his lordship said. “You won’t hurt her. Charity wants you to suckle her. She craves it.”

  Before Julia could even move, his lordship guided her mouth back to the cow’s ripe teat. Julia didn’t hesitate this time. She wrapped her lips greedily around the other woman’s flesh and sucked long and hard. Charity writhed beneath her. The woman moaned and gasped until finally she collapsed backwards, Julia on top, the raven-haired cow on bottom. Unbidden, Julia’s hands moved down the other woman’s body. Her fingers sought out the tender slit between the woman’s legs while her mouth moved back and forth between the woman’s two delectable mounds.

  This was too wonderful.

  Rich, warm milk flooded Julia’s mouth. It cascaded down her throat. The heat inside her grew hotter with each delicious mouthful, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop feasting. She wanted this. She needed it, and so did Charity.

  Julia couldn’t see much of the other woman besides the flawless skin of her breasts, but she could hear her. Moans and moos filled the giant barn. They echoed from one wall to the next. Beneath her, Charity’s back arched. She writhed and bucked, but not once did she try to get away.

  As if Julia would let her.

  Never before had Julia ever experienced anything close to what she was experiencing now. Sex was supposed to be a shameful thing. In the past, she’d always viewed it as a duty—something that was to be endured, but not enjoyed. Now, though, as the raven-haired woman slipped her fingers underneath Julia’s panties, she began to understand a little better why so many people enjoyed the act.

  She’s so supple and beautiful and she tastes so, so good.

  Julia’s eyes rolled back as soon as Charity entered her.

  The woman’s fingers were nimble, but strong. She stroked Julia’s cunt lightly at first, then harder. Moisture leaked from her pussy. Julia tried her best to mirror the woman’s actions. She reached deep inside this stranger’s moist cunt and explored its insides until her fingers finally found the tiny bundle of nerves and tissue she’d been looking for.

  Julia stroked the woman’s clit, and almost simultaneously, Charity did the same for her. Each gasped. The heat building inside Julia finally ignited. Every last inch of her body shuddered as an orgasm rippled through her from head to toe. Charity’s nipple slid from Julia’s mouth, and warm milk shot across her chin. Without thinking, Julia licked it away then lapped every last drop off Charity’s warm skin.

  “I think that’s about enough for now,” Lord Ashe said.

  Hands grabbed Julia by the waist. They lifted her off the still gasping beauty on the ground and carried her across the barn.

  “Please,” Julia said. “I need…I need…”

  His lordship chuckled as he laid her down on a stainless steel table. “Don’t worry, my Jewel. I know exactly what you need, but first we must get you prepared. Your body is currently going through a great many changes, as I’m sure you’re aware, and we wouldn’t want any damage to befall it, now would we?”

  Julia shook her head. No, she supposed she wouldn’t want her body to be damaged, but just what did he mean by changes? She could barely hold a thought in her head for more than a second, but she was pretty sure what she’d been doing with that woman in the barn wasn’t something she’d normally do. No, it wasn’t normal at all.

  Lord Ashe took her wrist in his hand. She smiled at how small it looked compared to his. He lifted it over her head and cuffed it to the end of the table. She frowned when she tried to pull it free, but it wouldn’t budge. He did the same with her other hand before locking each of her bare feet into the stirrups jutting out of the other end of the table.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, but her words came out so slurred even she could barely understand them.

  “All our cows react differently to the Laculin, so we’ve found it best to secure them properly before the drug takes full effect.”

  “But I didn’t…I didn’t…I…”

  He shook his head with a smile. “My dear, surely you can’t still think the milk we gave you was untainted.”

  Julia blinked up at the man. If only she could think straight, surely she’d be able to understand what he was telling her.

  “I’ve found it best to drug our cows early on, before they understand the true nature of their duties. Less of a fuss that way, you see. Don’t worry though, your confusion won’t last long. By tomorrow, you’ll be as clearheaded as ever. But until then, I’ve found a bit of suggestibility works best when breaking in a new cow. Don’t you agree?”

  Julia nodded even though she didn’t really know why. All she knew was that she was hot, the table was cool, and his lordship’s voice sounded more comforting than any man’s she’d ever known.

  Much more so than Matthew’s ever did.

  “Now,” he said. “Let’s just remove the rest of these useless garments.”

  He withdrew a pair of sheers from the cabinet behind him and cut off her panties first.

  “This will have to go,” he said as he stroked her soft pubic hair. “Brandon, fetch the razor. I won’t have her joining the herd until she’s completely smooth.”

  Julia sighed as his lordship parted her legs to examine her open cunt. He slipped a finger inside. Her breaths turned deeper as he probed her vaginal lips and nodded to himself.

  “She’s a fine specimen
you brought me,” he said to Brandon. “Hardly broken in at all.”

  Brandon snorted. “As far as I know, she hasn’t had a man inside her since she got here. Whenever I’d try to get near, she’d just mutter something about an old fiancé and push me away.”

  Lord Ashe smiled. “The shy, quiet sort, I take it. Just the type I prefer for my herd. Far easier to train and typically more eager to work. And she does look eager, doesn’t she, my friend?”

  His lordship ran his fingers through the light fluff of her pubic hair, and Julia moaned as she thrust her hips toward him.

  “Please,” she gasped. “Please, I need…I need…”

  “What do you need?” Lord Ashe asked.

  Julia bit her lip. Despite all her confusion a lifetime of shame still threatened to keep her mute.

  His lordship patted her cheek. “I can’t help if you don’t tell me what it is you need.”

  Tears of frustration leaked from Julia’s eyes. “I need….I need you to fuck me. Please, please fuck me. I need it. I need it so bad.”

  Lord Ashe chuckled. “I have no doubt you do, but not yet. Brandon, you might want to strap her hips to the table. I won’t have my newest cow mutilated before she’s even been broken in.”

  Julia groaned when Brandon looped a padded strap over her midsection.

  “Brandon?” she said. “Please, I need you…I need you inside me….I…”

  “Shush now.” His lordship planted a finger against her lips. “No more speaking. We’ll take care of you. Have no fear of that. First, though, we need to do something about these breasts.”

  Julia followed his gaze down to her chest. What were once full C-cups had more than doubled in size. Each one of her breasts bulged beneath the now-too-small bra, and she sighed with relief as soon as Lord Ashe cut the restrictive undergarment away.

  “Better?” he asked.

  “Yes…so….so better.”

  Between her legs, Julia felt warm lather touch her skin. The blade of a razor shaved her bare while Lord Ashe examined her still-growing bosom.

  “You respond well,” he said. “Even better than Charity, come to think of it. Brandon, get me the lotion. She’s growing faster than I’d suspected.”

  Brandon darted to the wall of cabinets to her left. Julia’s eyes followed her one-time friend as he retrieved a jar and passed it to the earl.

  “Here now.” His lordship scooped a dollop of ointment onto his fingers and slowly rubbed the medication into her stretching skin. “How do you like that?”

  Julia thought someone might have asked her a question, but she couldn’t focus on anything except his lordship’s fingers as they massaged her growing breasts. The scent of lilacs and freshly cut grass rolled over her. Lord Ashe swirled his medication over her tender nipples, and she gasped when what felt like hot tears dripped from her teats.

  “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.