by Jena Cryer
After one last, hard tug at her teat, the woman in red slowly withdrew her hand from Julia’s trembling passageway, and a final orgasm stronger and more stirring than ever before sent her body into a quivering madness.
Melissa released the chain and let Julia crumple to the floor. The room was silent except for the sound of Julia’s heavy pants.
“Not a half bad cow,” Melissa said before casually standing. “A pity she doesn’t have better endurance.”
The lady in red crossed the room in three elegant strides. Her lips twisted into a satisfied smirk as all eyes drifted from her to Julia, still lying prone and spent across his lordship’s Oriental rug.
“Well, now,” the duke broke the silence. “I believe Melissa has just set the bar for the rest of us. Who’s next?”
Several other women tried their luck. Fingers toyed with Julia’s clit. Tongues and teeth teased her sensitive breasts. More than one attempted to please Julia as Melissa had before, but none had the woman in red’s dominating touch.
Of all the women present, only Lady Sybil could have even hoped to compete with Melissa, but his lordship’s sister bowed out of the competition all together.
“She’s tired enough as is,” Lady Sybil said. “I hardly think it fair for me to use up any more of her strength when I get the pleasure of handling her on a daily basis. Better the rest of you take your time with her now before she’s used up entirely.”
His lordship’s guests didn’t take much convincing.
Julia barely had time to catch her breath before the man with red whiskers lifted her off the floor. His pants were down, his cock already hard and pulsing. He sat on the settee Melissa had just vacated and planted Julia atop his shaft. Her breath caught, and she came once but not like before. She barely even stirred when another set of hands grabbed her from behind and plowed into her waiting ass.
Her body was done. She was done. Nothing these men could do would ever live up to what Melissa had just shown her. Still, she tried to live up to her role as best she could. When his lordship’s guests penetrated her, she crooned and moaned and gasped as best she could. Her eyes rolled back when they suckled her and lips opened wide every time a cock was raised to her mouth.
She tried to be the perfect cow for these men, but something just didn’t feel right. Her heart wasn’t in it, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t force up the same emotions that had risen unbidden when the woman in red dominated her body.
“Well now,” Melissa said when the last man shot his seed down Julia’s throat. “I believe everyone’s had a go, and I think we can all agree who tonight’s winner was.”
The woman in red smiled between sips of her wine, and the other guests reluctantly gave credit where due. From the back of the room, the duke produced a pair of crowns: one heavy and golden, the other slim and silver. He held up the silver circlet. Melissa stepped forward to claim her prize, but before Thomas could settle it upon her head, his lordship stepped forward.
“Not everyone has had their turn.”
All conversation stopped as Lord Ashe unbuttoned his coat. He dropped it to the floor along with his shirt and tie. His pants followed.
Within seconds he was just as naked as the woman beneath him. Julia’s heart pounded harder. She’d seen him partially nude before, but never entirely. Well-toned muscles rippled beneath his skin. Arms strong enough to break a bull’s back reached down for her gently, and more than anything she wished she still had the energy left to reach out for him.
“Think you have enough left for one more go, my Jewel?”
He could have asked her to run a marathon just then, and she would have done it without question. “Yes, please.”
He nodded. “Then let’s make it memorable.”
His hands traced her body. He kneaded life back into her tired muscles. Her back arched when he slipped a finger inside her pussy, but the touch was tender, exploratory, only a promise of what he still had in store for her.
“A beauty like yours shouldn’t be wasted on the floor. What say we find a more fitting location?”
He lifted her up with one arm. Her head lolled against his shoulder while her breasts swayed against her chest. His manly scent enveloped her as he carried her to an antique chaise lounge at the far end of the room. Red velvet covered each cushion. Walnut legs gripped the floor with intricately carved talons. The piece of furniture looked like something from Versailles, but his lordship settled Julia upon it without even an ounce of hesitation.
“Trust me,” he whispered as he tucked her knees beneath her and guided Julia’s chest over the side of the lounge’s single, shallow armrest.
Her breasts dangled over the floor. Milk dripped upon the gorgeous carpet below, but she didn’t move. She didn’t resist at all when his lordship looped her chain through first one wrist cuff and then the next. He tightened up the slack until her arms hung tightly bound behind her back, each one now joined to the back of her collar.
Trust me, he’d said, and she did. She trusted him with all her heart, yet that still didn’t stop her pulse from thundering against her eardrums.
“Relax,” he whispered. “Just relax.”
She did her best to comply, but she couldn’t help but feel more vulnerable than she had all night. Just what did his lordship have planned? No one else had needed to bind her up like this. With the lounge’s armrest digging into her abdomen, half her body hanging in midair, and her bare ass arching up towards the ceiling, she could only imagine what would come next.
A weight shifted upon the cushion behind her. She craned her neck to see what was happening, but his lordship forced her head back down.
“Trust me,” he said again, and she bit her lip.
Trust him. Of course, all she had to do was trust him. It seemed so easy yet so hard at the same time.
His knuckles caressed the whelps on her bottom. She expected the pain to make her cringe, but instead it made her feel something else, something almost…needy.
She barely had time to analyze her feelings before his cock drove into her from behind. As always, she gasped. His lordship could easily dwarf any of the other men that had taken her tonight, and she reveled at the feel of his girth inside her.
So good. So, so good, but still not as good as Melissa’s fist.
She cringed at the thought, the guilt of her inadvertent betrayal already consuming her, but she couldn’t deny its truth. Feeling the young woman stretch her, manipulate her, dominate her while a whole host of strangers watched, it had driven her mad beyond all her wildest dreams. Nothing could ever hope to compare to that one wild moment, could it?
“Patience,” his lordship said. “Melissa might know how to handle a cow, but she still has a few things to learn when dealing with a jewel like yourself.”
Heat touched Julia’s cheeks at the compliment, but any embarrassment was soon replaced by surprise when she felt his lordship slowly stick a pair of fingers up her anus.
“Oh…oh…”
He pumped his cock inside her to a slow, steady beat while his fingers stretched and pulled at her insides. She gasped when a third finger entered her, then a fourth, and finally a fifth. Her breaths came so fast she thought she might pass out, but not from the pain, no never the pain. Just as Melissa had done with her cunt, his lordship slid his whole hand up her ass and balled his fingers into a giant fist.
“Oh, God!”
Julia struggled to breathe around her own excitement. Oh, sweet Lord, how had she never experienced this before? Even when the bulls had taken her, it hadn’t felt like this. The girth, the pressure, the fullness, nothing could possibly be better.
Barely a second passed before she realized how wrong she was.
His lordship shifted his hand inside her. He strummed his knuckles against her insides and pumped inside her faster, harder. Her back arched. Her fingers groped for purchase, but they were tied behind her back. Before she could fall back over the edge of the armrest, his lordship looped an
arm around her middle and pulled her close. His breath cascaded over the back of her neck. His fist shifted inside her as he drew her closer, and she cried out in rapture.
“More,” she screamed. “More! Please, more!”
His lordship granted her wish.
His free hand moved to her breast. He milked long, steady streams from her teat while his teeth nibbled across her shoulder.
Oh, God. Oh…oh….
Lights flashed behind her eyes, and she came harder than ever before.
“Ahhhhh!”
Her screams echoed through the room. More than once her voice broke around the cries of her passion, but she couldn’t stop. She didn’t want to stop. Melissa was right. This was what she was made for. She was meant to be a cow, and if that was her fate, she wanted to be the best damned cow she could be.
Without thinking, she let her true nature burst forth. Moos mixed with moans. She ground her pussy into his lordship with all the strength she had left and gasped when he drove into her harder than before.
Oh, sweet Lord, how could life ever get any better?
Whether seconds had passed or perhaps even an eternity, she couldn’t tell. All she knew was she was in heaven, and she didn’t want to leave, she never wanted to leave.
When his lordship finally withdrew his hand, she whimpered, not from the pain, but rather the void he’d left behind. His cock still lay nestled inside her, and she tightened her pussy around its girth, desperate to hold on to the moment for as long as she could.
“Please…” Her voice was so weak she could barely speak. “Please…don’t stop.”
She thought she heard a chuckle, but he didn’t pull away from her. He kept his cock safely embedded within her even as he pulled her close and spun her around until she was finally facing him.
For the first time ever, she was able to look in his lordship’s eyes as he made love to her. The sight nearly took her breath away.
“My perfect Jewel,” he whispered into her ear. “You truly are priceless.”
He held her close while he pumped into her. Though her legs were weak, she still managed to wrap them around his waist. At the height of his every thrust, she drove her pussy down upon him as hard as she could, desperate for every last inch he had to offer.
“Oh…oh…moo…mooooooo!”
Milk cascaded down her chest and on to his. He pulled her back just far enough to reach down and take one of her teats in his mouth. He sucked long and hard even as he drove into her with more power than she’d ever felt before.
When his seed finally shot inside her, she came so hard life itself seemed to cease to exist.
“Ladies, gentlemen, if you could all calm yourselves, I believe we have a winner to crown.”
Julia opened her eyes in time to see the man with the red whiskers clap his lordship on the back before giving Melissa a conciliatory shrug.
Just when did his lordship get all the way across the room? And for that matter, how did he get dressed so quickly?
Julia shook her head to clear the fog from her brain. Her arms were untied. The red chaise lounge still lay beneath her, but everything else about the room had changed. Excitement filled the crowd. Claps and congratulations still rose up from his lordship’s guests despite the duke’s call for silence.
I guess I just passed out.
As hard as her last climax had been, she didn’t find it too hard to believe.
“My friends, I give to you your king.”
The duke settled the golden crown on Lord Ashe’s head and cheers rang through the room. Julia smiled. His lordship’s shirt was only half-buttoned and his pants wrinkled from their time on the floor, but he still looked regal nonetheless, far more so than any of his other guests.
“Now all we need is a queen.” The duke clapped his lordship on the shoulder before passing him the silver circlet. “Well, James, what lucky lady will you choose to grace your bed tonight?”
His lordship glanced around the room. Julia watched the other ladies fan their faces and lick their lips. Melissa sashayed to the center of the pack. Lifting her skirt well past her knee, she perched herself on the edge of the same settee she’d sat upon earlier.
The blonde said nothing, but the look on her face belied a confidence Julia could only envy.
He’ll choose her. He has to. She’s the best one here.
His lordship glanced down at the silver crown before turning towards the lady in red.
“As I recall, custom dictates each king should choose a queen worthy of being called his equal. Given tonight’s festivities, I believe that makes the choice obvious enough.”
He took a step towards Melissa, and the lady in red stretched out her neck.
Julia turned away. She knew better than to expect any other ending, but disappointment still strangled her heart.
What did you think he’d do? Choose you? Please, you’re just a cow, an animal, there’s no way—
The weight settling upon her head erased any further thoughts.
Julia looked up. His lordship grinned down at her. His hands still hovered by her face as he straightened the circlet around her forehead. Julia’s throat tightened with emotion.
“The cow,” Melissa snapped. “That crown is meant for a queen, not an animal.”
“Tonight she is a queen,” Lord Ashe said. “My queen.”
Without another word, Lord Ashe lifted Julia into his arms. Incredulous murmurs filled the parlor, but Julia couldn’t focus on anything but the feel of his lordship’s arms around her and the smell of his musk rising up to merge with her own.
He carried her from the room, up the stairs, all the way to a grand bedroom with a giant crimson bed and a huge open window that glittered with starlight.
“They’ll hate you for this,” she whispered when he laid her upon the coverlet. “They know I’m not good enough for you.”
He shook his head before leaning down to kiss her forehead. “I’m afraid you’ve got it wrong, my Jewel. It’s they who aren’t good enough for you.”
He pulled her into his arms then and kissed her long and hard and deep. When he finally pulled away, he was just as breathless as she was.
“We each get to keep our crowns until daybreak,” He kissed the inside of her neck. “That leaves us with at least eight more hours to work with.”
She twisted in his arms and kissed him well and hard on the lips. “Then I say we make the most of it.”
His grin matched her own as he lay her down upon the sheets and tugged at the buttons on his pants.
You’re still an animal, a voice whispered from the back of her mind. He might treat you like a queen as long as you wear his crown, but once you lose it…
She shivered.
“Is something wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing,” she lied. “Everything’s just…perfect.”
He kissed her lips once more, and warmth filled her. She wrapped her bare legs around his torso. She pulled him as close as she could and ran her hands through his hair, more than determined to savor every last kiss, touch, and embrace.
The past might be painful, and the future bleak, but right now the present really is perfect. And in the end, that’s all that matters, right?
She had no answer, and she doubted he would either, but it didn’t matter. For the next few hours she had him and he had her, and she intended to make the most of their time together.
And dear Lord, what a time it would be.
Part Five: Best in Show
Julia awoke to sunlight cascading over her face and silk sheets cocooning her body. She’d become so accustomed to spending her nights slumbering on hay that the comfort of a real bed felt almost foreign.
Memories of the night before tugged at her still sleep-starved mind, and she smiled into her pillow. Her circlet lay discarded on the table beside her. His lordship’s crown was lost somewhere in the tangle of sheets below. Perhaps she’d find it for him before she left, or maybe she’d spend her time looking something e
lse instead, something that promised to be a lot more fun for both of them.
Her grin grew as she reached across the bed. All night long they’d explored one another’s bodies. She now knew every inch of his lordship just as well as she knew herself, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t use a refresher course. Just one more go, that’s all she needed, one more tiny taste of the sinful bliss she’d shared with him during their night together and then she could go back to her life just like before. She could play out the next two days of her contract, and then…
Her chest tightened just thinking about the dreaded “then.”
Life was so different with his lordship. She was so different, and it wasn’t just the human cow part that made her that way. No, it was his lordship. Whenever she was around him, she felt at peace. He wanted her here. He valued her and treasured her and he’d protect her. He’d take care of her as long as she let him.
And just how long do you intend that to be?
She bit her lip. Last night she would have sworn she’d be a human cow forever if it meant she could stay in this man’s presence for just one more day, but now the morning had come and her better sense was finally speaking up.
You have to get out of here. He’s using you. They’re all using you. If you stay here, they’ll turn you into one of their private monstrosities. You’ll become just the thing Matthew wanted you to be: a soulless whore. The only way you can save yourself is by leaving as soon as you can.
She knew the truth of her own musings, but she still couldn’t deny her need to feel his lordship just one last time. She reached out for him blindly, hoping to snag an arm, a chest, or possibly something even more interesting, but when her arm brushed across the opposite side of the bed, the sheets were cold and empty.
Julia sat up and looked around the room. No one else was present. Outside, voices filtered through the door leading to the hallway.
“Just warning you,” a muffled voice said. “I remember what happened after Belle—”