My tunic is sticking to my back with sweat.
I’m pulling the fabric down over my chest, trying to make myself presentable again, and my hands are still trembling slightly from the exertion. Two hours. We went for the full two hours, and I lost count of how many times Daisy came.
Daisy stands beside the bed, tying the laces of her dress with fumbling fingers. Her black and white hair is disheveled, falling across her face in messy strands, and the pleased smile on her lips hasn’t faded since the last time she climaxed.
“That was incredible,” she says, breathless and awed. She looks at me like I just gave her the best experience of her life.
I nod, wiping my upper lip where a little milk has dried. The taste still lingers on my tongue, sweet and warm.
“Yeah.” I pause, trying to find the right words. “Sorry I drank so much. I hope it doesn’t affect your sales or anything.”
A bright laugh bursts out of Daisy. She shakes her head, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
“It’s okay, Vincent. I live on a dairy farm with my whole family. We all provide milk to sell. It’s a family business.”
I freeze mid-motion, my hands stilling on the waistband of my trousers.
Her whole family provides milk to sell?
My brain stutters trying to process the implications. A family business where all the women produce milk for commercial sale. Multiple cow women, all related, all lactating, all contributing to some kind of dairy operation.
The image forms in my head before I can stop it. A whole farm full of cow women with massive breasts, all being milked for profit. Sisters, mothers, cousins, all part of the same operation.
That’s objectively weird, right? Even by the standards of a world full of monster girls, that feels like crossing into territory I wasn’t prepared for. But also it sounds deeply erotic...
Before I can ponder this further, the door swings open.
Tisha walks through first, her green eyes immediately scanning the room. “Time’s up.”
Her gaze lands on us, both of us halfway through getting dressed, and relief floods across her features. Her shoulders drop, the tension draining away all at once.
“Oh good. You’re both decent.”
Meira follows behind her, pale silver eyes sweeping across the room with practiced assessment. Her attention lingers on me for a moment, taking in my disheveled state, before moving to Daisy.
“Can you show yourself out?” Meira asks with that clinical edge, all business now that the transaction is complete.
Daisy nods quickly. “Yes, of course.”
She finishes tying the last knot and smooths down the fabric across her stomach. Her movements are unhurried despite the dismissal, like she’s savoring the last few moments in this room. When she’s finally ready, she turns toward the door.
She stops at the threshold.
She turns back toward me, and that warm smile is still there. Her eyes meet mine with open affection.
“Bye, Vincent. I really hope I can see you again soon.”
“Bye, Daisy. I look forward to it.”
The words come out gentler than I expect. She was kind, enthusiastic, and made my first time as a whore far less terrifying than it could have been.
She slips through the doorway, and I hear her footsteps fade down the hallway. The door clicks shut behind her.
Silence fills the room for exactly three seconds.
Tisha cuts through the quiet.
“So, was she good?”
My mouth opens. The honest answer sits right there on my tongue, but I hesitate. Talking about Daisy like that feels disrespectful. She was too nice.
“I don’t think it would be very respectful to say...”
Meira’s pale silver eyes lock onto mine, and her expression goes cold.
“Tell us the truth, Vincent.”
The collar vibrates.
My jaw moves without permission. The words start pouring out like someone opened a faucet I can’t control.
“She was incredible. She came just from me entering her. Then she came again when I started drinking her milk. And then probably five or six more times after that. Maybe more. I lost count. She was so responsive, so enthusiastic about everything we did. Her body was perfect. Those breasts, the milk, the way she looked at me like I was the most attractive person she’d ever seen. It made me feel wanted in a way I haven’t felt in a long time. And when she rode me, she made these sounds that drove me absolutely crazy. I’m pretty sure she was mooing a few minutes ago.”
The words cut off abruptly. My jaw snaps shut, and I stand there breathing hard, mortified by everything that just came out of my mouth.
Tisha’s grin widens as she leans back against the wall with casual confidence. Her green eyes dance with amusement as she looks at Meira.
“Was she better than us?”
I sigh, my jaw tightening. The question hangs in the air, and I refuse to answer it. Daisy doesn’t deserve to be compared like that. Turning her into a competition feels wrong.
The silence that follows is suffocating.
“Speak the truth, Vincent.”
Meira speaks with a sharp, annoyed snap. The collar vibrates against my throat immediately, that familiar humming sensation that strips away my ability to refuse.
“No.”
Tisha’s smile turns smug immediately. She looks at Meira with triumphant pride, crossing her arms over her chest.
“See! I told you so, Meira.”
Meira tries to smooth away her reaction, but a pleased look slips through before she can hide it completely. Her eyes soften slightly, and the corner of her mouth twitches upward despite her obvious attempt to maintain composure.
“Well. Our Elven bodies are vastly superior to some cow.”
“Come on, don’t put down Daisy like that.” I keep my tone firm. “She was so nice.”
Meira’s eyebrow arches, and she studies me with renewed interest. Her pleased expression doesn’t fade, but curiosity slides in alongside it.
“You’re defending her?”
“She didn’t do anything to deserve being insulted.” I meet those pale silver eyes directly. “She paid, she was nice, and she made my first time doing this fun.”
Tisha pushes off from the wall, her grin softening into approval. She moves toward me, her hand coming up to rest on my shoulder.
“You’re sweet, Vincent,” she says with open warmth. “But you don’t need to worry about offending clients who aren’t here.”
Meira’s expression shifts. The warmth drains out completely, replaced by that cold assessment I’ve come to recognize.
“You’re not her slave, Vincent.” She drops her voice lower, making each word deliberate. “You’re ours. Defend us and only us. Everyone else is just someone who wants to hurt us.”
“That’s just such a cynical way to live. It’s the exact kind of mindset I’ve been trying to break out of lately,” I say, reflecting on the year I spent depressed before coming here.
Meira’s eyes narrow slightly. She crosses her arms, her jaw tightening.
“If you get attached to all your clients, you are going to live a very sad life.”
The finality in her tone makes my shoulders drop.
“Yeah, yeah.”
I run a hand through my hair, trying to push away the exhaustion creeping back in now that Meira’s magic has worn off.
“Do I have any more clients today?”
“No,” Meira answers immediately.
Tisha shifts beside her, and the two exchange a glance. Meira’s expression softens slightly when she looks at her wife, losing some of that sharp edge.
“This was mostly a test run.” Meira pauses, and clear pride flickers across her features. “To think we’d make a profit on our first day...”
“Yeah.” Tisha’s broad grin returns. “I honestly didn’t expect it to go this well.”
I lean back against the wall, letting it support my weight. The image of Daisy’s family farm floats back through my mind.
“Daisy apparently has a whole family. Maybe I’ll get lucky and some of them will become regulars.”
Tisha’s eyes light up immediately. “That would be wonderful! Word of mouth is the best advertising.”
Meira’s attention shifts back to me.
“You must be starving.”
I open my mouth to agree, but then I pause as I process.
“I’m actually full...” I trail off as confusion washes over both their faces. “Because of all the milk...”
Tisha laughs. The sound fills the room, loud and unrestrained.
“Oh wow...” She manages between laughs, wiping at her eyes. “She paid and fed him... Maybe we shouldn’t have made fun of her after all.”