The empty room feels like a cage.
I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, my hands clasped between my knees, trying to keep them from shaking. The room next door is identical to ours.
My first client. My first time having sex for money.
I’ve never done this before, and the reality of it sits in my chest like a stone. What if I mess it up? What if I can’t perform? What if she’s disappointed and asks for her silver back?
Tisha’s downstairs waiting. Meira is here with me, standing by the window with her arms crossed. Her hair catches the light, and those pale eyes are fixed on the street below.
“Tisha and I will be just on the other side of the wall. Okay?”
I turn my head to look at her. “You’re going to stick around?”
Meira’s eyebrow arches as she looks at me.
“You are our responsibility, Vincent.” Her voice carries that clinical quality, but underneath it I hear genuine concern. “And I’d prefer you don’t get hurt.”
“Because I’m your property.”
“Yes. Precisely.”
Her tone warms on those last two words, softening the edges of what should feel like a harsh statement.
“If you get scared, or if she tries to harm you, scream. Or bang on the wall. Anything. Okay?”
I nod, forcing my breathing to stay steady. “Alright.”
A knock echoes through the room.
She’s here.
Meira must sense the anxiety crawling up my spine, because her expression shifts. The cold assessment melts away, replaced by reassurance.
“You’re going to do great, Vincent.” Her voice carries conviction. “If it’s good enough for me, it’ll be more than good enough for some peasant cow.”
A wide smile spreads across her face.
“And if you struggle,” she continues, locking onto me, “just think of me. Since you’re in love with me.”
“I’m n…”
She’s already moving. Her hand wraps around the door handle before I can finish the protest, pulling it open with fluid grace.
The cow woman stands in the doorway, her white and black patterned hair catching the light. Those amber eyes find mine immediately, and I watch her hands fidget with the hem of her dress.
“Hello again,” she says, her voice soft.
“Come in.” Meira steps aside.
The cow woman enters slowly, her gaze sweeping across the room before landing back on me. Her chest rises and falls with quick breaths, and I realize she’s nervous too.
Tisha appears in the doorway behind her, leaning against the frame with casual confidence.
“I went over the ground rules.” Her green eyes find the cow woman. “No hurting. No harm. All that other stuff too.”
She waves her hand dismissively, but there’s steel underneath the casual gesture. A warning wrapped in friendliness.
The cow woman nods quickly. “Of course. I would never.”
Meira’s attention shifts to Tisha. “Alright. Did she pay?”
“She did.”
Meira turns to me. The question in her expression is clear, even unspoken. I force my breathing to steady, my hands to stop their trembling. I nod once.
I’m ready.
I watch her register it.
“He’s all yours.” Meira steps through the doorway, and Tisha follows. The door closes with a soft click that echoes in the sudden silence.
I’m alone with her.
The cow woman stands near the door, her eyes wide and uncertain. Her hands are still fidgeting with her dress, and I can see her chest rising and falling with nervous breaths that mirror my own.
The silence stretches between us, thick and awkward. Her gaze darts around the room, landing on everything except me.
“Uhhh, what’s your name?”
Her voice breaks the quiet, uncertain and soft.
I stand up from the bed, my legs steadier than I expected. “Vincent. How about you?”
“I’m Daisy Belle.”
The name feels oddly fitting for a cow.
“Can you...” She trails off, her hands wringing together. “Can you get naked?”
The directness catches me off guard, but I appreciate it. No games. No pretense. Just honesty about what we’re both here for.
“Sure.”
My hands move to the hem of my tunic, pulling it up and over my head. The fabric falls to the floor beside me. My fingers find the waistband of my trousers next, and I push them down along with my undergarments. The cool air hits my skin as I step out of them, leaving me completely bare in front of her.
Daisy’s eyes go wide. A smile spreads across her face that transforms her entire expression. Excitement replaces the nervousness, pure and unfiltered.
“I’ve never seen a stud naked up close before.” The words tumble out of her breathless and awed. Her gaze travels down my body, taking in every detail with obvious fascination. Her eyes linger on my cock.
My body responds to her attention. Heat floods through me, and I feel myself starting to harden under her stare. The way she’s looking at me, like I’m the most interesting thing she’s ever seen, sends a spark of confidence through my chest.
“Lie down.” Her voice comes out firmer now, the uncertainty burning away in the face of her excitement.
I move back to the bed, settling myself onto the mattress. The sheets are cool against my back, and I watch her watching me. Her breathing has quickened, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm that makes her massive breasts strain against her dress.
Daisy takes a step forward, then another. Her hands come up to the ties at the front of her dress, and her fingers fumble with them for a moment before finding purchase.
The fabric loosens, and she pulls the dress down over her shoulders. The black and white pattern continues across her breasts, the markings irregular and beautiful. Her nipples are dark, standing erect against the pale white portions of her skin.
My cock hardens fully, and I watch her look drop to it immediately. A small gasp escapes her throat.
“You’re already...” She trails off, meeting my gaze again. “Does that mean you like what you see?”
“You’re absolutely gorgeous, Daisy.”
Her eyes widen, and a flush spreads across her cheeks. “I’m the one who should be saying that about you.” Her voice carries genuine awe.
She moves toward the bed, her dress pooling at her feet as she steps out of it completely. The black and white pattern continues down her stomach, across her hips, down her thighs. Every inch of her is marked with those patches, and I can’t stop looking.
Daisy climbs onto the bed slowly, her movements careful and deliberate. Her gaze never leaves my face as she positions herself over me, one knee on either side of my hips. She bites her lip, and I watch nervousness and desire war across her expression.
“Is it okay...” She trails off, her hand reaching down to wrap around my cock. The touch sends electricity through me. “If I...”
“I insist.”
The permission is all she needs. Her hand guides me to her entrance, and then she’s sinking down onto me.
The heat hits me first. Then the tightness. She takes me slowly, inch by inch, and the sounds coming out of her throat start as soft whimpers and build into full moans. Her head tilts back as she keeps lowering herself, taking more of me, and the moans turn into cries of pleasure that echo off the walls.
She doesn’t stop. She keeps going, taking all of me inside her, and her voice rises to a scream that I’m certain Tisha and Meira can hear through the wall.
Her spine goes rigid. She clamps down around me like a vise, pulsing in rhythmic waves. Her mouth falls open, her eyes squeeze shut, and tears of milk bead at her nipples before streaming down in thin rivulets across her breasts.
She’s cumming?
Is that normal?
The sight of those drops of milk running down her skin makes my cock throb inside her.
Daisy’s eyes fly open, and horror floods across her face.
“Oh gods.” Her voice cracks, breathless and mortified. “I’m sorry. I’m not usually... I didn’t mean to...”
I rock my hips upward slightly, pushing deeper into her. The motion is gentle, exploratory, and her words cut off into a sharp moan that transforms her expression from embarrassment back to pleasure.
She flutters around me, still trembling from her orgasm, and I watch more milk bead at her nipples. The droplets grow heavier, threatening to fall.
“Is it okay if I drink it?”
Watching those drops form, seeing them run down her breasts, I can’t stop thinking about it. The curiosity burns through me stronger than any potential embarrassment.
The flush on her cheeks deepens to crimson.
“You... you want to?”
“Only if you’re comfortable with it.”
Her hand moves before I finish the sentence. Her fingers slide into my hair, gentle but insistent, and she pulls me upward. My face rises toward her chest, guided by her touch, and I watch the milk still beading at her nipple as I get closer.
The whimper that escapes her throat when my lips make contact is high and desperate. The taste hits my tongue immediately, sweet and warm, and I start to suck.
More milk flows into my mouth, and Daisy shudders above me. She clenches tight around my cock, still buried deep inside her, and the dual sensation of tasting her milk while feeling her tighten around me makes my brain short-circuit.
“Oh gods,” she gasps, her fingers tightening in my hair. “That feels so good!”
Her hips start moving. Small, tentative rocks at first, testing the sensation. Each motion pushes me deeper, pulls me back slightly, and I keep sucking at her breast. The milk keeps flowing, and I swallow it down while my hands finally move to her hips.
Her pace increases. The tentative movements become more confident, more desperate. She rides me with growing urgency, and I switch to her other breast without thinking. The milk there tastes just as sweet, and the sound she makes when my lips close around her second nipple is pure need.
“Vincent.” My name falls from her lips like a prayer. “Vincent, I’m going to...”
Her words cut off into a scream. Her body stiffens again, clamping down around me with even more force than before. More milk floods into my mouth as she climaxes, and I struggle to swallow it all while she writhes on top of me.
I’m close. The pressure builds at the base of my spine, demanding release, and I pull back from her breast to gasp for air.
“Where do you want me to...”
“Inside.” The word comes out broken, desperate. “Please, inside.”
Her permission breaks whatever control I have left. My hips buck upward, driving deeper into her, and the orgasm tears through me.
I start moaning, and the sounds coming out of me are loud, raw, uncontrolled. Each pulse of my release tears another noise from my throat, louder than the last. Tremors run down my back as I empty myself inside her, wave after wave, and I can’t stop the desperate sounds escaping me.
The door explodes inward.
The wood slams against the wall with enough force to rattle the frame. Tisha bursts through first, two glowing purple knives manifested in her hands, her green eyes wild and scanning for threats. Meira is right behind her, silver hair whipping as she moves, ready to fight.
My eyes lock with theirs as the final wave crashes through me. I’m still inside Daisy, still cumming, still making those desperate sounds, and they’re standing there watching me finish.
The purple knives vanish from Tisha’s hands.
“Oh.” Her voice comes out flat, confused. “You’re fine.”
Daisy freezes on top of me, her expression turning sheer terror. She twists to look at them.
“I’m so sorry!” The words tumble out of her panicked and breathless. “Did I do something wrong? I didn’t mean to be too loud!”
Meira’s expression shifts from battle-ready to mortified in the span of a heartbeat. Her gaze travels from my face to where Daisy is still straddling me, then back to my face.
“No, you’re...” Meira’s voice trails off. She clears her throat. “We thought Vincent was in danger.”
“Because of how loud he was moaning?” Daisy’s confusion is genuine.
Tisha’s shoulders start shaking. Her hand comes up to cover her mouth, but I can see the grin breaking through. The laugh that escapes is loud and unrestrained, echoing through the small room.
“Gods,” Tisha manages between laughs. “We really thought you were dying in here, Vincent.”
“I’m sorry.” The words come out of me without shame.
Tisha flaps a hand at me, her grin still plastered across her face. “It’s our fault, Vincent.” She turns to Daisy, and I watch the amusement drain slightly, replaced by genuine apology. “We’re so sorry. We’ll restart the clock for you.”
Daisy’s jaw drops slightly in surprise. “You don’t have to...”
“No, we insist.” Tisha’s voice is firm but kind. “That was our mistake.”
Meira moves toward the bed, the light catching on her features as she approaches. Her gaze is fixed on me with focus, and I watch her hand come up toward my face.
Her palm presses against my forehead. Her lips start moving, forming words in that flowing language I don’t understand.
Heat blooms where her hand touches my skin. It spreads through my skull, down my neck, radiating outward through my entire body in waves. The exhaustion that was starting to settle into my muscles evaporates. The pleasant tiredness from my orgasm burns away, replaced by energy that feels almost unnatural.
My cock hardens again inside Daisy.
Daisy gasps, jerking slightly at the sensation. Her eyes go wide with shock and excitement.
Meira pulls her hand back, satisfaction crossing her features. “I’ve reinvigorated him.” Her voice carries to Daisy. “For your troubles.”
“Thank you,” Daisy breathes out, her voice awed.
Meira turns toward the door, and Tisha is already moving. They cross the threshold together, and Tisha’s voice carries back one more time.
“Sorry again.”
The door closes with a soft click.
I’m alone with Daisy again, harder than before, the magic still humming through my veins like electricity. She clenches around me experimentally, testing, and the moan that escapes my throat is immediate.
Her smile returns, wider this time. Pure excitement lights up her face.
“Shall we start over?”