“Is that Earth speak for a relationship? Is that what a groupie is?”
For a moment, his green eyes dance as he stifles a laugh. “Not even close. A friend with benefits situation is more like we satisfy each other’s needs but don’t have an actual relationship.” But then all traces of humor dry up. “If I’m being honest, I don’t even remember her name. Everything is so hazy. “Level with me. This isn’t a dream. Is it?”
Confusion muddles my head for a moment. These humans and their odd phrases. “I haven’t a level to give you, but we have one back at the ranch, I believe. As for this being a dream, it is not. What did they tell you when they prepared you for auction?”
A pained look crosses his face as he shuffles on his feet. His cock bobs a bit as more precum gathers at his tip and slides down. Fascinating. It’s so white and pearly, not like the pale blue issuings of an Icorian. Before I can stop myself, I ease a fingertip up the underside of his shaft and draw the fluid onto my skin. At my touch, he hisses and jerks back, only to groan and cup himself.
“Shall I get the Medical Rancher?” I cry out, looking up at his face in concern.
It’s screwed up into an awful grimace, but he shakes his head. “No. I- I just need. I-”
“Oh! Yes. You need to be milked.” In all of my trying to figure out who he is and how he’s here, I forgot the most important thing at the moment.
I nearly laugh as his lips twist into a frown. “It doesn’t sound so pleasant when you put it that way.”
Shrugging, I look over at the machine as a feeling of helplessness covers me like a shroud. “We don’t have a machine for you, and I’m not sure how to make this one accommodate your... massiveness. It’s for nipples, not cocks.”
“Thank God for small mercies,” he groans. “I’m sure a machine would rip the thing off.”
Unsure of what to do, I stand and press my hand against his hard, naked chest. With me standing, he’s just a few inches taller than I am, but it’s still tall enough to make my heart flutter.
“I will take you in hand.”
“That’s not necessary,” he bites out, jerking his body away from me.
Instantly, I miss the warmth between our two bodies, the heat of his gaze as he stared into my eyes. “It’s not a request. You must be milked. I worry what will happen to you if I don’t.”
A lurid groan drips from his lips as he glances down between us. “I can do this myself.”
As I look at him, a spark of tenderness blossoms in my chest. “That is not permissible. You are mine now. I will attend to you. You can either let me do this willingly, or I will bind you and do it anyway. The choice is yours.”
“This isn’t really a dream,” he whispers again, his voice hoarse and ragged.
“No, my handsome bull. It is not.”
My words seem to have an odd effect on him, making him far more pliant as I push him down to the ground. Only one question remains. How will I rid his body of his seed? Will I takehim in my mouth? My hands? My pussy? So many things I didn’t think about before I hit the bidding button.
When it turned green, I was elated. Now, I’m forced to face the consequences of my actions. It would be so much easier if it were just a perfunctory joining of bodies like I do with the Icorian males whenever I feel the need for satisfaction.
It’s not like I can shove him off onto Draagor or Morthran. They’ve made it perfectly clear where their desires lie. They want a cow of their own, and nothing less will tempt them. Not even Icorian pussy.
For the first time, I find myself in sexual power over another male, and I find I don’t know what to do with it. When I go into these joinings, I prefer to be in the submissive role. Not that the Icorian males would have it any other way. But can a human really dominate an Icorian?
Again, I look down at his cock. I’m sure it’s so large because of the serum. It only makes sense. If the female’s breasts grow to up to triple the size, why not his cock.
Either way, it’s still smaller than an Icorian male’s, and part of me wonders if that will make the joining all the more pleasurable. To be sure, I’m made to stretch, but I’ve never enjoyed that part. Not like the others of my gender.
As I stare at Ethan’s most intimate place, I find my body growing warm. Perhaps he gave me his fever? A tendril of unease slips down my spine as I run the back of my hand over my cheeks. No. I’m not feverish. But then what is this sensation he pulls out of me?
Why him and no one else?
So many possibilities swirl about in my mind, but none of them can come to fruition if I lose the ranch. There will be no exploring these feelings or even a hope of branding him and making him mine if I can’t even keep my ranch. If I fail, I’ll be forced to mate with a pompous Icorian member of the court.
I have to make this work. I have to find a way to save my ranch and all I hold dear. But the only way to do that, is to give my bull his first milking.
CHAPTER SIX
ETHAN
