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Sweet Pet
“She’s having some trouble.”
“What kind of trouble?”
Ben looked at the small cowgirl huddled on a blanket on the ground. She was the last arrival at the farm Ben had inherited from his grandfather. He’d been staying at the farm for only a few days and this was the first time one of the farmers had warned him of some trouble with the cattle. He was also new to this kind of life since he’d been living in the city all his life. He knew of what a hucow was like everyone else but he’d never liked magic creatures too much, not even as a child. He’d had a werewolf friend as a kid but that was it. Plus, hucows were extremely needy. They were needy pets that needed lots of attention and he was a busy man, that’s why he’d delegated everything about the farm to the men that worked for him. And it had worked just fine until today.
“Well,” the man said, scratching his neck. “She’s too little.”
Ben looked at the hucow. She was sleeping. In his eyes there was nothing wrong with her. Sure, she was little but it was a very cute kind of little. Like all the other hucows he owned she was only dressed in flimsy pastel dresses that were very easy to take off when necessary. Most of them preferred to leave their ample breasts free, some of them tried to find some release by rubbing them on the soft green of the pastures in the morning. He’d seen them grazing his land all morning, playing, some of them even talking with each other when they thought no one was watching them.
They were happy.
Not this one though. No, she was definitely malnourished. There was something wrong with her, he could see it now that he was really looking at her. She had furry and floppy black ears with a white tip that sprouted from her jet-black long hair. She was wearing a light pink short dress that showed her milky thighs and from the way she’d positioned her small body, he could get a peek of the white cotton panties that covered her young and virgin pussy.
Ben felt his cock throb in his pants and he tried to adjust himself without the man noticing it but then his eyes landed on her chest. She was small but her chest was ample nonetheless. Maybe not as ample as other hucows but it was still soft-looking and so perky . Her nipples were very visible through the thin fabric of the dress.
“So,” Ben said. “That’s the problem?”
“Not exactly.” The man looked nervous. “She’s different,” he said. “She’s… shy.”
“Shy.”
“Yes. Really shy. The other hucows let us milk them freely, they’re happy to see us but she’s too shy. She doesn’t eat when we’re around and doesn’t play with the rest of the cattle. She cries when we milk her. She’s mostly on her own all the time and as a result, she hasn’t been eaten in days and hasn’t been milked in days.”
Ben didn’t know so much about cattle and hucow he knew enough to see what the man was trying to tell him. “She’s sick.”
“Yes. Probably feverish, I don’t know, she won’t let anyone get near here enough to check. She needs to be milked or…”
“I understand.”
Ben looked around them. The farm was huge, with miles and miles of land to wander but the little cow had decided to hide very far away from the rest of the cattle, sleeping on a blanket under the shadow of a high tree.
Poor thing , he thought. Shy little pet.
“What’s her name?” He asked the man.
“Rey, I think.”
“Can she talk?”
Not all hucows could talk. Some of them didn’t even like to do it. Some acted like animals for the majority of their life, others were capable of talking and acting more human-like. Ben even heard of some men who married hucow girls and had babies together. Looking at the small girl with furry ears and cotton-covered pussy laying under him, for the first time in his life, he understood why they’d do it.
“I heard her say no a few times I think.”
She looked so cute.
And tiny.
And needy.
He bet she was very needy, just too shy to admit it.
“Leave us alone,” Ben said. “Thank you for letting me but I think I know what to do.”
“Of course, boss.”
After the man had left them alone, Ben kneeled near his new pet and gently touched her cheek. “Hey,” her eyes slowly fluttered open and quickly widened in fear. “Hey, hey, shhh, shhh, it’s okay, it’s me. You know me, right?” He was pretty sure she knew who he was. Maybe. “I’m the owner of the farm. Ben. And you’re a very sweet hucow, right?”
She blushed and pressed her face against the blanket. Ben laughed and stroked her back. “It’s okay, sweet pet. It’s okay. You’re shy, I know.” He found himself knowing exactly what to do and what to say, probably because he could see how his soothing words and gestures were helping her little body to relax under his touch. “One of my men told me you’re having some problems here at the farm with the other girls. Was he telling the truth?” His hand slowly slipped lower and lower, brushing the indentation between the end of her back and her lovely ass. He felt her squirm under his fingers and his lips lifted with happiness.
He observed it carefully. She was still hiding her face but he noticed her small nod.
“Are they mean to you?”
She shook her head.
Good. He frowned at the idea of small Rey being bullied by the other hucows. Fortunately, wasn’t this the case.
“Are you sure?”
Another small nod.
“So the others aren’t mean to you… it’s just you then. You’re just shy, aren’t you?” He stroked her hair—so soft, so silky—and then he touched her ear with the tip of his finger. It was just as soft and it twitched at the touch making him smile.
“What’s the problem then, my sweet pet?” He returned to stroking her back and he smugly noticed how she was restraining herself from arching her back in response.
He waited. He waited to see if she could talk.
“Tell me what’s wrong so I can help you, baby,” he said.
He waited. Patiently.
And then…
“H—hurt.”
It was just a muffled sound but he understood her anyway.
He kept touching her. “What hurts, baby?”
She wiggled and uttered a noise of protest.
“There, there. C’mon, tell daddy what’s wrong.” He said it on impulse but once the words had left his mouth he knew they were the right ones. This sweet pet needed someone who would take care of her. She desperately needed someone who would care only about her. His little pet needed his undivided attention. Poor thing.
Even little Rey seemed to agree with him because at the sound of that word she raised her head to look at him with big brown doe-eyes.
“There she is,” he praised, lifting her chin with his finger so he could look at her face. “So pretty.” She had rosy cheeks and naturally red pouty lips.
He lowered his head a little to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Such a pretty pet.”
Her mouth slightly gape.
“You have to eat more,” he admonished her but with a gentle tone.
She blushed again and averted her eyes. “Hurt,” she said again. She turned her head but not fast enough and Ben caught a glimpse of her blurry eyes.
“Don’t cry, sweet girl. Hey, it’s okay.” He acted on instinct and took her in his arms with ease since she was so small. “Tell me what’s hurting you.” After saying it, though, an idea started forming in his mind. She was a hucow who hadn’t been milked for days. Even if she hadn’t eaten enough, there probably still was some milk in her breasts. “Baby,” he whispered against her hair. She was sitting on his legs, her face bright red with embarrassment but she wasn’t trying to sneak away from him which was a good sign. He wanted her to be comfortable with him, comfortable enough to let him what he wanted to do to her. “Does your breast hurt?”
Silence.
She awkwardly moved, trying to rotate her body to sit with her back pressed against his chest and he let her, although he was more than ready to catch her if she tried to run away. She needed him. She was suffering and he could help her. He brushed his lips on her ear. “Your tits are hurting you so much, is that the problem, babygirl?”
Finally, a little nod.
“Poor thing,” he murmured to her. “Such big tits for such a small girl. You needed some relief but you were too shy to ask for it.”
She let her head rest on his shoulder, again trying to hide her face against his shirt.
“There’s no need to hide, my pet. It’s all very normal for a cute hucow like you. You just needed the right person to help for help. Do you want me to help you, mmh?”
She rubbed her nose on his shirt, avoiding his question. So adorable.
“You want daddy to take care of your heavy tits, baby?”
Now he could feel her lips on his shirt.
So shy.
And yet so needy.
“Poor, poor pet. You’re hurting so much.” His hand started traveling, first on her stomach, so soft and feminine, and then higher, his finger barely touching the low part of her breast. She wiggled on his lap, her face always hidden. “You need daddy’s hands on your tits, don’t you?” Again, he felt a soft kiss pressed on his shirt and he took it for a yes. “Yeah, you do. You need daddy to take care of your sweet tits.” Slowly, he let his hand cup one of her breasts. Gentle, at first, weighting it, feeling how soft and supple it was and how good it felt in his hand, overflowing out of his fingers but just barely. The poor thing really needed to eat.
He kneaded her breast, listening carefully to the sweet noises she was making against his shirt. Her cute butt wiggling on his lap now, making his cock harden as never before. “Such cute tits, my pet. But they’re hurting, right baby?” She nodded.“You need to be a good pet for daddy and let him take care of you, let me milk your boobs so they’ll feel better, okay baby?”
As gentle as he could be, Ben pinched one of her nipples through the fabric until he heard her yelp. “Shh, it’s okay. They’re sore because they need to be licked and kissed, my pet. I bet they’re so pink and cute. Would you let daddy see your cute nipple, baby?”
“Hurt,” was all she said again.
With an eager smile on his lips, he let the sleeve of her dress slip down. “Let’s see,” he said and lowered the rest of the dress to uncover her tit. It was milky white and flushed, her nipple beaded and so pink. “You’re the cutest pet in the whole world, baby.” He cupped her breast and pinched her nipple again, less gentle this time. He thought he would’ve seen milk this time but still nothing. It was strange. Something was not right here.
And then he thought back to an article he’d read before coming to the farm—some hucow needed to be really horny before being milked, especially young hucow. Some even needed to be fingered.
It wasn’t such bad news.
However, he had no intention of taking things so fast so soon. First, he wanted his sweet pet to be ready for him. They could take things slowly. He liked playing with her tits just fine. In fact, it was the most excited he’d felt in a long time.
“Just one isn’t enough,” he whispered while he helped her get out of the other sleeve too, the dress resting on her waist, only covering her lap and her thighs. “So good for me, so good for daddy,” he praised her while he kept playing with her boobs, squeezing them, pinching her nipples until she finally lifted her head from his shirt to moan out loud. “Better, baby? Yeah, good baby, good pet. Daddy’s pet.” For a while he just cupped her tits in his hands, feeling them, flickering her nipple to make her yelp like the good pet she was. Her tail was fidgeting, the furry tail tap tap tapping on the ground in excitement.
“No hurt,” she said shyly after a while.
“No?” He kissed her cheek. One, two, seven times. “Your tits feel better now, baby?”
She nodded and offered him her cheek again, silently asking him for another kiss that he promptly gave her. “Such a good pet. You’ve been so good for me, so good. The best one. My only one.”
She was biting her lower lip, struggling with what she was feeling. Ben wondered if he could make her come just by playing with her boobs and then he thought better. “Such a good pet deserves a special kiss,” he said and then he lowered his head and licked her nipple. Just a flick of his tongue was enough to bring her over the precipice. Her entire body started shivering and she threw her head back, a sweet sound leaving her lips. He enclosed her nipple with his lips—suckling gently—while his little pet reached her climax.
Hucows were easy to please and his pet was his to do as he pleased.
His pet had fallen asleep in his arms, her tits still bare and his to play with while she slept. She’d snuggled against his chest, so small and innocent with her little moans that even in her sleep were finding a way to escape her red lips.
His .
Yes. She was his pet.
She was special.
She wasn’t like the other hucows. She couldn’t survive on her own, she needed special attention and care and he could do that for her.
Without even thinking about it for more than five seconds, he’d decided what to do. He raised to his feet, his baby in his arms, her tail swinging even in her sleep. Fifteen minutes later—the farm was very big—he lowered his pet into his bed in his room, where she belonged.
He let her sleep and in the meanwhile, he called his housekeeper—a sweet old lady called Clara—and informed her of the new arrangements of the house. She agreed with everything he said—she even praised him. “I’ve seen the poor girl,” she said. “She’s always alone. Crying. She always looks so sad. You know, sir, some of them… they are not meant for cattle. They’re more like pets. They need a family. They’re more human than we think. In fact, they’re just a different type of human, it’s just that we’ve forgotten about it. My uncle, a sweet man, even married one. The sweetest girl. They had eight babies.”
Ben listened carefully, his mind already working. “And the babies… were they..?”
“Oh no,” said the woman. “Hucows only give birth to girls but they’re rarely also hucows. Most of the time they look like me and you, sir.”
He turned to look at Rey, still asleep in his bed—their bed. She would’ve looked so good pregnant. And with a ring on her finger.
“That… that uncle of yours,” he said, “and his wife… are they happy?”
“Oh, yes, sir. Very. She’s the apple of his eyes.”
Ben smiled. That’s what he wanted to hear. He wanted to know he wasn’t crazy to think what he was starting to form in his mind: this magic picture of him and Aline, married, with lots of babies, his lips constantly latched to her nipples. He wanted to know that dreams could come true. He’d never had a warm family but maybe, maybe, he could have it with her.
So he said thank you to Clara—not before telling her to prepare a big meal for dinner later—and then he lay next to Rey, his arms encircling her and drawing her to his chest, his hand immediately finding her chest and her nipple which he started to titillating until he felt her sweetly wake up to his touch.
“Hey sleepyhead,” he kissed her on the cheek. “You’re in my room, baby. Your room now. Do you like it?”
Rey looked around the room with her big eyes, she explored every corner before nodding yes with a barely-there gesture of her head. “Good, good,” he said, his hand still in motion. “And do you like daddy playing with your boob on the bed?”
Another small nod.
“In this room,” he started to explain to her, “you’ll be able to sleep and relax and have fun with daddy. Is that something you’d like, my pet?”
She was pressing her butt against his groin, probably without even realizing it. He took it as a yes. He was leaving a trail of kisses on her neck, gently biting her now and then. “You’ll never have to return to the barn, you’re too innocent and sweet for the stable.” Not that the barn was a bad place—it wasn’t—in fact, it was a very big and modern stable, and the hucow were allowed to have everything they needed, even studying if they wanted (they never cared about studying, though). But his little pet was too shy and naive to live with the other hucows. He needed someone who would convince her to eat and he was the only one allowed to milk her.
“No hurt,” she said, her butt now pressing against his hard cock.
“No, my little pet, nothing will ever hurt you anymore.” He gently cupped her hand and turned it to him. “Now daddy’s going to take care of you.” He kissed her, softly at first, letting her get accustomed to kissing in general since she had never kissed anyone before. She moaned in his mouth, and he could see how hard she was trying to replicate what he was doing without any success. Her helplessness was adorable. “My pet first kiss.”
She blushed bright red and then she pecked his lips.
He manhandled her small body, turning it so her big tits were pressed against his chest. His hands traveled down toward her ass, lifting her dress and pulling down her cotton panties so he could touch her soft flesh. He also helped her maneuver her lap so that her sweet spot was pressing on his thigh, basically riding it. “There you go, babygirl, ride daddy’s thigh while he takes care of your tits.”
She was such a good little pet. She immediately started riding his thigh, grinding on it, letting him feel how wet her panties were the more she did it. She was getting good at the kissing part too, although it was still very new to her. His hand reward her by kneading her soft breasts and telling her how good she was because he soon realized his words turned her on almost as much as his hands. “You’re such a good pet. You’re getting so wet for me, so wet. You’re soaked. You’re daddy’s good pet. Look how pink is your nipples, such a good cohow, ready to let daddy milk her tits. And then, if you continue to be a good pet, you’ll let daddy play with your wet pussy, let him lick it all clean and pretty.”
She was getting really wet.
After almost an hour of only letting her ride his tight and playing with her nipple, she was getting restless and he knew she was ready for something more.
He was licking her nipples, biting the soft flesh around them, distracting her while he pulled down her white cotton panties. She whined when he had to separate her pussy from his tight. “It’s okay, baby, daddy just wants to take a good look at your pussy, see how wet you are. You liked when daddy played with your tits, right? Now he’s going to play with your pussy, okay my puppy?”
As for inviting him to do as he’d said Rey laid on her back and slowly parted her legs, letting him get a really good view of her pussy. It was divine. Hucows apparently had very puffy, bare, and rosy pussies, and Rey’s was glistening with arousal.
“You’re killing me, pet.”
She was looking up at him, her face bright red, her hands covering her mouth in embarrassment but also want.
“You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he said and then he brushed her with his finger starting near the mattress and winding up on her already swollen clit. “Look how wet you are for me, how your clit already knows I’m gonna take care of it first.”
Her furry ears flipped up and down, up and down.
“Hurt,” she said, her voice barely more than a whisper.
He pressed a kiss on her nose. “What’s hurting you now, pet?”
“Hurt.”
“Tell daddy.”
“Hurt.”
“Use your voice, tell daddy what hurts.”
She shyly took his hand that brought it to her pussy. “Hurt.”
“Sweet girl, I know, your pussy’s hurting but I’m gonna make it feel better.”
She bit her lip and he knew she was trying hard to talk, to express herself but she needed help. “Daddy’s going to help you. Say it, baby.”
“Hurt. Hurt, d—da…”
He leaned down and kissed her on the lips, his hand still tracing the outside of her lips. “Daddy. Tell it, baby.” He pressed the tip of his finger inside her just to give her something given how much she was fussing.
“D—d—daddy, hurt.”
“Good pet, really, really good.” He pressed two digits inside her just to gather enough wetness to rub on her swollen clit in small circles. “This’s going to make you feel so much better.”
He latched his lips on her right nipple and let his fingers rub her clit in sweet movement, enjoying the way her body responded to his touch. She parted her legs even wider, her face now pressed against her pillow to suppress her moans. “Daddy.” Her voice was unsure, still not used to using words to express what she wanted but she’d learn.
“You were always meant to stay in my bed and let me play with your warm pussy, pet.” And to prove it, he slid one finger inside up until his first knuckle. She bucked her hips, a whine leaving her parted lips.
“N–no,” she said, her hands trying to remove his finger from inside her pussy, “No, daddy, no. Hurt. Hurt.”
He gathered his sweet pet near him and pressed a kiss on the side of her head to calm her down. Poor thing was getting too nervous and it probably hurt the first time someone fingered you. “Shh, pet, it’s okay.” He swirled his finger a little, taking it out and pushing it inside again and again, gentle and slow, letting her pussy get used to his finger. “I have to tell you something, pet. You’re a very special hucow and you need special care,” his finger kept going in and out, in and out, in and out, Rey whining and trying to adjust her body to a new angle every second, trying to find a more comfortable position. “To have your tits ready to be milked daddy needs to finger you a bit, mmh? I need you to get you ready and wet, so I can help you.”
“Daddy, it—it—it hurts.”
She was getting better with words.
He used his thumb to rub her clit and immediately her body relaxed, and her face softened again. “Use your words and daddy will reward you.”
His cock was killing him, throbbing against the fabric of his pants, begging him to let him free and near her.
“Daddy,” her hand moved self-consciously toward her lap, stopping just above her aching place. “Hurt, hurt.” Her fingers were moving temptingly, lower, but never reaching the place where she needed them.
Keeping his thumb pressed on her clit, he slid another finger in. She was so tight and warm and wet. “You need to relax for me, my little pet,” he said to her, forcing himself to use a sterner voice, “you need to let daddy use his fingers so he can make you feel better,” a few rubs on her clit calm her down enough to let him start moving his fingers in and out again. “See? Do you see how good you are? So wet, taking daddy’s fingers so well with your tiny pussy even if it hurts. My good pet, so well-behaved for me.”
She nodded a few times, desperate for approval. “Me… good,” she said. “Me… good… pet… Daddy!” He’d started pacing up, his fingers less gentle now, his thump more aggressive on her clit. He rewarded her with a kiss on her nipple. Just one kiss that made her bite on her lower lip so he flicked it a few times until it started to swell, red and tender and so, so sensitive. “Daddy… me good?”
“You’re so good, puppy. Just…” He pinched her clit just enough and then there it came his reward when he started to see her body shake while he kept fingering her even after he became too much for her to take and the poor thing tried to get away from him, from his fingers in her wet pussy, from everything but he didn’t let her. Instead, he held her close to him while she came down from her high. “You’ve been my brave, little puppy.”
She’d fallen asleep again.
Next to her, Ben was jerking off, pulling his dick as quietly as he could as he used his other hand to play with Rey’s tits to her contempt.
And yet, he still couldn’t come. He needed her, her hand, her mouth.
He was a selfish bastard, he knew that, he knew it the moment he gently stirred her awake. “Baby, I need your help,” he said, waking her doe-eyes fluttering open and looking at him with curiosity and a little bit of nervousness. “Daddy needs your help, I’m sorry. Give me your hand.”
She did as he told her—so trusting already.
He took her hand and placed it on his groin. He wanted her to feel how much he wanted her, what she’d done to him. This small little girl with her furry ears and her big tits had ruined him forever. “Do you feel it, baby?” She did—he could see it in her startled eyes. “This is daddy’s cock. It needs you. You don’t have to do anything, just let daddy guide you.”
He used her hand to palm his cock. Just to feel her hand there. He could take things slow. He could do it. Just feeling it… “Yes… fuck,” he grabbed her hand and pushed her hand inside his pants, keeping it there even when she tried to jerk it away. “I need it, baby. Daddy needs you to stroke his cock for a while.” He helped her encircle his cock with her tiny hand and showed her how to touch it. “Just like that, pet, gentle but firm, yes, you’re doing so good.”
He moved her hand as he pleased. She was staring at him, now not so scared but a little curious, her face flashed like always. “Why don’t you… fuck, let me help you, baby.. yes, exactly. Now… be a good girl and play with daddy’s balls.” And he showed her how, her little fingers barely brushing them but it was enough to make him come, which he did—all over his stomach and his shirt.
He watched her eat her piece of cake from across the table and all he could think about was how much he wanted those lips wrapped around his cock.
Rey had had some problems eating the meal that Clare had prepared for them, acting shyly as usual—nibbling her food but nothing more. When the cake showed up, though, her eyes sparkled. His sweet pet had a sweet tooth.
So he’d let her eat everything she wanted. After all, she needed to eat more but now that she seemed satisfied he’d decided he wanted something sweet too. His cock could wait, he wanted to lick that sweet spot between her soft tights.
“Are you still hungry, my pet?”
Rey shook her head, her lips a little smeared with chocolate cake.
“Use your words, pet.”
She blushed. “N—no, daddy.”
“I’ll help you learn how to talk properly, don’t worry about it,” he reassured her. “I just want you to try as much as you can. I want to hear your voice, Rey. I’ll teach you lots of fun words so you’ll let me know what you want,” he said with a smirk that made her look down at her plate, cheeks rosy, a shy smile forming on her lips. “Unlit then, though,” and he raised from his chair to walk to her and help her get up too, “let daddy lead you, pet.”
“Y—yes.”
With a swift movement, he lifted her in his arms, her legs wrapping around his chest, his hands on her ass. “Such a good pet,” he said between kisses while he walked her to their bedroom again, “using her words. Such a cute baby using her voice.”
“Daddy, y—yes, yes.”
He bit her neck, using his teeth more than he meant to and he felt her shiver in his arms. “You deserve another special kiss, babygirl.”
Once they’d reached the bedroom he dropped on the bed. A giggle escaped from her lips, a juvenile sound that made his cock harden in an instant but there was time for that. First, he wanted a taste of her.
Before going to dinner he’d helped her get dressed again but he’d conveniently forgotten about her panties so there was nothing protecting her when he lifted the skirt of her dress and his mouth descended on her pussy giving her one long lick.
“D–daddy, n–no…”
“Yes, baby,” he kissed her clit, flickering it with the tip of his tongue. “Daddies can kiss their pet’s little clit. It’s something we can do to make our pets feel better.”
She was shaking her head but bucking up her hips at the same time, searching for his mouth without even realizing it. “Me… good?”
He smiled at her, his finger sliding much easier than before inside her tight cunt. “So good, pet. Wet and tight, all mine to take.”
Rey had brought a hand to her mouth and was pressing it to her lips. “L—lick?”
Ben inserted a second finger, her pussy tightening even more around him. “You like it when daddy licks your little pussy, pet?”
She nodded, clearly embarrassed by this admission.
“Say it,” he ordered her, a pinch on her clit as a little boost. He wanted it to hurt her just to make it even more delicious for her for what he’d do to her with his tongue.
She squeezed her eyes close, concentrating. “Daddy…. lick….”
“You can say down there , baby, you don’t have to use daddy’s words.”
“Daddy lick… down,” and then she brushed her own clit, her lips parting in pleasure. “P—please.”
Such a good pet she was and he wanted to reward her. He spent the next thirty minutes licking her little pussy, nibbling and suckling her swollen clit until she screamed it was too much— hurt, daddy, down hurts, hurt, daddy —just for tears to start streaming down her cheeks when he slowed down, his fingers sliding in and out in gentle movements while he gave her clit lots of tiny little kisses to soothe her. “Good pet, good pet. Daddy worked your pussy too hard, you need to rest but I just want to lick it some more, okay? Just some licks, okay?”
In response to his words, she lifted a hand and stroked his hair while his mouth was still pressed to her pussy, but he kept his words. He didn’t finger her, he just played with her clit with his tongue, leaving sloppy kisses now and then until he noticed she’d fallen asleep with his mouth on her pussy.
They spend the next days doing more or less the same things: they stay in bed, he eats her pussy, fingering her until she cries in pleasure, he teaches her new words and makes her laugh and blush, showering her with compliments.
“Such a good girl, learning all those complicated words to make daddy happy. And look how good you’re stroking my cock, such a good pet, following instructions like a champ.”
He also let her adjust to a new kind of life as the future wife of the owner of the farm. She was nervous at first, probably feeling out of place being inside the house instead of staying in the stable with the other hucows and in the meadows. She doesn’t miss it, though, he could see it by the way she snuggled under the covers at night, shyly asking him to play with her tits.
“They hurt, daddy.”
“Poor baby,” he always said before latching his mouth to her nipple. They’d started lactating on the third day. It wasn’t much—she still needed to eat some more—but it was more than enough for now. So now he had to suck on her tits at least three times a day—he did it at least five if he had to be honest—to prevent them from really hurting her. It was something he did with great pleasure: they’d sit on the couch or in bed and he’d rest his head on her lap and just suck , nibbling on her nipple every once in a while making her giggle.
“I can’t wait to slide my cock inside you on our wedding night, pet,” he always said to her before bed.
“Will it hurt, daddy?”
“Yes but you’ll be a good girl and take it anymore, won’t you, babygirl?”
“Yes, daddy.”
They got married on a summer day. Rey wore a short and fluffy sleeveless dress and Maggie was the one other person who attended the ceremony. She and Rey had quickly become quite attached to each other, Maggie treating Rey as a daughter, helping her learn new words, how to bake, playing with her, and taking long walks with her along the pastures when Ben had to take care of some business.
He’d personally thanked Maggie for being such a positive light in his wife’s new life.
“She’s an angel, sir. I’ve never seen a girl so sweet and pure. The cutest hucow, so well-behaved and lovely. You’ve made the right choice, sir.”
He knew he did.
Rey was the love of his life. She was the apple of his eyes. She made all his days better, easier and happier. She was always ready to lend him a hand when he needed some stress relief, always ready to fall on her knees and unzip his pants. She’d learned how to suck his cock without batting an eye, making sure to always pay extra attention to his tip and his ball, showering them with sloppy kisses.
“You suck my cock so good,” he’d say with shallow breaths, her lips wrapped around him. “The best blowjob I’ve ever had, baby. Fuck… yes, just like that,” he’d cup the back of her head, leading her, making her stay at her place, helping her swallow when it became too much, petting her and stroking her cheek, “such a good pet sucking daddy’s cock as he told you to do.”
And now, seeing her in their bed, still wearing her wedding dress but with the skirt pulled up by shaky fingers while she looked up at him with needy eyes and flushed cheeks.
“Is it time, daddy?”
She’d learned so many words in the last days, his sweet pet, he was very proud of her. “Yes, baby, it’s time for daddy to pop your cherry. I’ve waited long enough” He’d waited three weeks and they seemed a lifetime to him.
He started getting undressed, his cock hardening more and more by the second, it almost hurt him.
Only wearing a pair of black briefs he kneeled on the bed and wrapped his fingers around her ankle and with a quick tug he drew her to him. Lifting her leg, he pressed a soft kiss on her thigh. She was shivering. “Poor shy thing, you don’t have to be afraid. Daddy’s going to take care of you, make your pussy wet and ready.”
“Lick, daddy?” She asked him with a shaky voice.
As instructed, she hadn’t worn any panties so his finger easily slid inside her warm heat. “Yes, baby, I’m gonna lick your pussy all night if that’s what you want, you just have to let me take care of something else first, okay?”
She nodded, her head resting on her pillow while he fingered slowly and deeply as she liked it. One finger, then another, and even a third one after a while.
“Too much, daddy,” she whined.
“I know, baby, I know but I need to stretch you a little, getting you ready.”
“I’m… I’m ready, daddy.”
“Not enough.”
So he lowered his head and licked her and licked her until she started to feel a little—but just a little—less tight around his fingers. She’d already come twice with his lips suckling on her clit but maybe it wasn’t enough. He helped her out of her dress and pinched her nipples before soothing them with his lips, her breast always so sensitive. And maybe she needed more time to get ready but he couldn’t wait anymore.
“Spread your legs for me, pet,” he said, now hovering over her.
She obeyed.
“Like this, daddy?”
He ducked his head to kiss her deeply, biting her lower lip, his hand leaving her pussy just to knead her tits for a while, a gesture so comforting for both of them.
“They don’t hurt anymore, daddy,” she said between kisses.
“That’s because daddy always takes care of your needy tits, baby girl.”
But while he talked he sneakily searched and found her opening with his cock and started pressing, his other hand lifting her ass to bring her even closer to him while he slid inside—just the tip. “There you go, sweetheart.”
“D—daddy, w—what…”
“Shh, let it happen.” To help her relax he gently brushed her clit in small circles until her red mouth formed a small O. “You’re doing so good,” and he slid inside a little more, “taking me so well.”
He was so close.
Just… a little push.
“Daddy just wants to make sure… to pop…your sweet cherry, baby.”
And it was done.
“Uuuuh, n—no,” she whined, using her little fists to try to fight him away, “hurt, hurt… cock hurting me.”
“I know, baby, I know, shh, it’s okay,” he kissed her forehead while he finally succeeded in sinking completely inside her. “Fuck. You’re perfect.”
Two tears streamed down her cheeks and he kissed them. “You’re doing amazingly, pet.”
She gave him a teary smile. “Me… good?”
“So good.”
He started moving, gently, sliding in and out, helping her find her rhythm, lifting her ass from the mattress, and showing her how to grind her clit on him and doing it for her when she became too overwhelmed by everything. He made her wrap her legs around him and thrust and thrust inside her for what appeared like hours.
He loved how she clenched around him, becoming even tighter when she came, the little shriek which escaped her lips when he kept thrusting even after she told him it was too much. He kissed the shy smile that always appeared on her lips when he said to her how good she was, how happy she was making him, taking his cock so well.
After it was done, he clean her up with a warm cloth and returned to the bed to wrap his arm on her shoulder, her head on his chest, her breath getting shallower by the second.
“How do you feel, baby?”
“Tired, baby.”
“And your pussy?”
“Hurt.”
“Good hurt?”
She giggled and kissed his shoulder. “Lick, daddy. Later, lick, please?”
“Everything my baby wants she’ll get.”