Irritation crawls up my spine as I do my best to hide the evidence of all the cum scattered about the floor. With a soft smile, she lays a hand on my forearm and stands to address the newcomer.
“Better than expected. Only, the rings put in place were preventing him from ejaculation.”
It feels so odd, so degrading sitting here while they talk about my cum and ability to orgasm. It’s as if I don’t actually exist. I guess I was just deluding myself into thinking the Mistress Rancher saw anything in me other than a body.
“All that’s left is to put him in hooves and tail, and then we will be on our way.”
Everything stops short in that one moment. Hooves and tail? Where the fuck is the tail supposed to go? Because it sure as hell isn’t going into my ass.
CHAPTER SEVEN
ZILARA
Iblink at the man sprawled before me, his mouth agape as I mention the tail. But of course he’d be confused. The main issue is, he’s so massive and strong compared to the heifers.
With them, I could easily subdue them if Morthran or Draagor weren’t around. This specimen of human flesh? Just barely. It’s both frightening and exhilarating to think about.
Dragging my tongue across my bottom lip, I gather a bit more of his cum into my mouth. It’s a bit saltier than Icorians. Not quite as dark and deep either. There’s a tang there, one I’m not familiar with, but find that I crave more of. I close my eyes and savor it as I wipe the excess from my lips.
Though there’s no shame in drinking from my bull, I don’t want the Medical Rancher to see my interest and somehow use that against me. Being a female Rancher is precarious already. I don’t need to give the court ammunition for my expulsion from my current status.
All it would take is just one missive from my father. Just one swipe of his finger across the ledger counters, and I’ll be donefor. If only I could do this without his credits. If there were some way I could figure this out on my own.
Unfortunately, the only alternative would be to go into a partnership with another ranch... but then there’d be control there too. No matter how I look at it, I’m stuck. I’m just an insignificant female striving to make my way on a planet ruled by men.
“Mistress Rancher?” The Medical Rancher steps close and lays his hand against mine, pulling me out of my thoughts.
Drawing up to my full height, I put on that persona of a confident, competent Rancher and dispel the worry threatening to take me under.
“I’m concerned about his condition. More than that, I worry about his physical ability to do what I need him to do.”
The Medical Rancher snorts and jerks his thumb over to my bull. “You mean besides providing you with an endless amount of cum? A toy you can ride until your needs are satiated? That is, if you can ever truly be satisfied by one of their species.” We both glance down at Ethan’s flaccid cock. “Even with the serum, he’s about half the size of an Icorian male.”
A sly smile slips across my lips as I reach down to pat my bull’s head. Thankfully, he doesn’t pull away like the sulking glare in his eyes makes me believe he wants to do.
“I suppose that’s a good thing. Is it not? Once he’s finished his year, then my valuable Icorian pussy will still be tight enough to entice an Icorian. Don’t you agree?”
A faint blush darkens the Medical Rancher’s cheeks as he looks away, his eyes filled with regret and shame. As they should be. At some point, someone here will take me seriously. Though I’m not sure what else I’ll need to do to prove myself, it will happen.
Hopefully, this new acquisition will help get me there. With free labor I don’t have to feel guilty about, I’ll have another setof hands to manage the land and make things flourish. The only problem is, I can’t use him if he’s not going to be able to handle the workload.
“While I gather the tools I need, I want you to compile a comprehensive report on what exactly is in his system, what I can expect from the detoxing process, and how long it will take to get him optimal.”
“Yes, Mistress Rancher.”
Exhaustion tugs at me as I walk over to the milking station and root around. Keeping up this forceful demeanor is certainly taking its toll. I can’t wait to get home and slip inside my tub and just soak.
Unfortunately, I can’t do that until Ethan is back in the transport and heading to the ranch. As I root around the shelves, all I can find are cow accessories for heifers. They should work on a male, but I’m not sure. Why in all of Icora did they bring him here to auction?
I glance over at my bull’s pained face, and my heart softens a touch. If the auctioneer is to be believed, he would be taken to the prison planet. It’s a fate I would never wish on my worst enemy, let alone an innocent human who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Irritation flutters down my spine as I grab the hooves and tail and make my way back over. We’re supposed to be better than the humans. Mistakes like these should never have been made. Even now, I’m sure someone is getting reprimanded over this.
By putting him up for auction, the capitol can make it look as if it’s all a joke, a game and nothing more. But I know the truth. Everyone who’s had contact with this human knows the truth. Shaking my head, I stride past the Medical Rancher and go out into the hall.
Perhaps Draagor or Morthran will know if these things will work on him. Instead of reaching their pen, I end up face to facewith a capitol ambassador. His flowy robes billow out behind him with every step, making him look so out of place in this far more earthy situation.
Pausing, I incline my head and wait for him to pass. When he doesn’t? I glance up expectantly and frown at the serious expression on his face. Has my father played his hand already? Does he not want his precious Icorian daughter to be sullied by human cock?
