Drink Me Dry (HuCow Megabundle)

by Faye Parker

  Contents

  The King’s HuCow

  Space HuCow (A Space Pirate’s Naughty Adventure)

  The Billionaire’s Milking Cow (HuCow Milking Cows...

  Sharing Her Milk (HuCow Milking Cows 2)

  Creaming The Cow (HuCow Milking Cows 3)

  Sweet Cream For The Cowboy

  Milk For The Cowboy

  Faye Parker

  The King’s HuCow

  By Faye Parker - More by Faye Parker here.

  Myra, bound tight in her dress, stood straight and proper for the King. The other girls around her waited the same. Myra flinched as she gazed at all of the gorgeous, busty women. In her eyes, she paled in comparison.

  Not only were they gorgeous, but they were far more poised. Myra could keep herself still for only a second. They stared straight ahead, following the thick crimson carpet, not deterred by any of the fabulous stone architecture, the high ceilings with the massive chandeliers, or the shining knights in their armor that guarded the way. They focused solely on the empty entranceway from which King Alric would appear.

  She tried to remain straight, knowing how important this meeting would be, but she kept fidgeting, and her breath was already harsh and shallow, her pulse quickening, her thighs rubbing as she waited impatiently.

  King Alric had saved the kingdom. Had saved her family. Had saved her.

  Two years ago, four years into his reign, he allowed all refugees from the surrounding villages to live beyond the castle walls. The fortifications and the many opportunities inside had kept Myra and her family safe from the rebellion, spawned due to the prior King’s horrible administration.

  She should be excited, and she was, but she was afraid as well. There were troubling rumors about why King Alric would call for pretty girls.

  Some of the rumors seemed absurd, so Myra shoved them to the back of her mind, but they couldn’t help but fester there.

  Why else would he want a gathering of young, beautiful women, other than to fuck them?

  She pursed her lips. Her brow began to sweat. Myra kept her back straight, but naturally it fell—-ever since coming to the city she seemed to grow in size. She was far curvier, and more pronounced in her bust. Her breasts were full, and even had begun to leak strange liquid at times.

  Myra had touched a thumb drop to her lips the first time it happened. To her surprise, it tasted lovely. Thinking that was a crazy thought, she never tasted it again. She figured it was just a growth spurt, but as her eyes cautiously gazed upon the women before her, fear snaked its way up her again.

  They were all curvy, and they all had the biggest breasts Myra had ever seen.

  Talking with one of her friends, she said that it was because of what they served in the city, the elixir. Every girl seemed to take it. Why would any man complain?

  Myra could connect the dots, and she understood that the elixir had been given to the girls to develop bigger breasts. Big breasts were probably what King Alric liked.

  It was all about sex.

  Just as Myra came to the realization, a drum beat and a wail of trumpets signaled the King’s arrival. Adorned in gold chain mail, with his golden eyes, he looked like the rising sun on a blazing hot day as he emerged, striding confidently--far more menacing than Myra had assumed he would be. She had seen him from a distance, but up close, it was a different story. She was expecting the build of a politician, not of a warrior.

  Alric stopped at the front of the line. A tall, slender, and busty brunette smiled broadly at him. Her pearly white teeth glistened off Alric’s equally shimmering armor. He tilted his neck, averting his eyes from hers, instead checking out her form. Most notably, her backside.

  She perked up. Her smile waned some, but she still kept herself poised. Alric moved to the next.

  “Welcome,” he grunted, his voice rough and curt. He didn’t seem impressed by the first girl.

  He stared off as if waiting for something. What else was there to wait for? Perhaps none of the girls were to his liking. Myra couldn’t help but pronounce her chest and twiddle her fingers against her dress, hoping that he would eventually get to her. She wouldn’t want to be picked to be taken away, but she didn’t want to be completely ignored, either.

  Another figure emerged from the entranceway, this one covered in flowing red silks. Gold lined the silk, matching Alric’s stately colors. She had flowing blond hair and pure white skin. She would seem to have been royalty, if it wasn’t for her strange dress and the dangling stones on her neck, like she had picked them from the shore all by herself. They were as pale as her skin.

  She strode to the first girl. Pursing her lips, she frowned, creases forming in her otherwise smooth face. At the next girl, she drew close and put her hands on her hips. The girl yelped. The strange woman’s creases began to subside, but her nostrils flared as she peered over her body, inspecting it closely, like she could see beyond the fabric.

  “Yes,” she moaned. The blond’s smile widened, revealing a set of teeth that looked almost canine.

  Her curious fingers rose over her shapely body, caressing her stomach until they trailed to her breasts. Myra thought for sure she would stop there. She took a gulp, a nervous bead forming in her throat as she watched the strange woman grab a handful of the girl’s chest.

  The girl took a step back, and for a moment looked like she would lash out, but then King Alric shook his head, and she stepped back in line. Humiliated, she allowed the witch to feel her up. Her fingers tugged and slipped around her, observing every inch of her. The witch’s moaning cut off.

  She broke away from the girl. Shaking her head, she muttered, “No,” then went to the next. This one didn’t seem to please her, either. The witch continued going down the line. The girl next to Myra had begun to shift uncomfortably.

  A part of Myra hoped the girl would be chosen. Otherwise, she would be next, and she wasn’t sure if she could handle the woman studying her.

  “Off,” the woman beckoned the girl next to Myra. She nudged the strap on her shoulders to the side. The girl caught it, shaking her head, whimpering.

  “Do as she asks,” King Alric commanded.

  Her whimpering stopped. If King Alric wanted it, everyone was fine with it. The buxom, raven haired girl took the straps, and dropping it to her sides, let it rest on the swell of her enormous mounds. The witch shook her head vehemently again and jabbed her finger at the straps, demanding it all come off.

  After a long pause, blood rushing to her cheeks, she shut her eyes and peeled her dress over her breasts. Myra bit her lip and looked away, but she had to look back out of curiosity. The witch rubbed her stone necklace over those luscious, swollen globes. Her nipples were perky and dark, and her skin seemed luminescent and creamy.

  Myra was sure that the girl would be picked.

  She deserved it.

  Even King Alric smirked.

  The girl directed herself away from the witch as she continued rubbing different charms over her.

  The witch pulled away.

  “No, no, no,” she snapped again.

  Oh, no, Myra thought. I’m next.

  The woman began her examination. Myra didn’t expect it to last long.

  She peeled her eyes away from her penetrating gaze. Myra couldn’t stand it. Her blood boiled, rushing to the surface, giving her cheeks and neck a reddish flare. Even her ears were hot. Time seemed to slow down. Tension wrapped itself around her.

  “Off,” the witch hissed. Her finger slid across her strap, budging it a little, but not enough to drop it. That would have to be done by Myra.

  Myra’s attention honed in, razor sharp, onto the witch and King Alric. He seemed ready to strike, uncovering her himself, if
need be. His eyes and his lips were in a hungry curve, at the cusp of her cleavage. Her arousal swelled, and something inside her stirred, which she could only assume was that strange liquid that had begun to expel from her nipples.

  “Off?”

  King Alric tensed. Myra flinched in response. Her knees buckled, and she thought about turning away, but feared what the consequence would be.

  Take her dress off? Expose herself? She couldn’t. Not in front of everyone, not in front of the King.

  “Off,” she said again. This time, she jabbed Myra’s shoulder.

  Fear shaped itself into frustration. She couldn’t allow herself to be poked and prodded like that. If they wanted to see her top off that badly, they would.

  With newfound vigor, she tossed the straps off her, letting her dress slide off her bust, revealing to the crowd her exposed chest.

  Myra could’ve sworn that she heard a gasp run through the crowd. Even the witch in front of her reared back, but then Myra saw what she was smiling at when she looked down. Her breasts were massive, even bigger than she remembered. They were swollen, the liquid filling her, and her nipples were tender and ripe.

  Her skin, like the girl’s before her, was creamy, but seemed even smoother. With her heart pounding and her breath racing, she pulled back and straightened her spine, needing extra help when carrying that heaviness.

  The witch cupped Myra. She swayed her fingers over her sensitive, throbbing breasts. Nodding to herself, she seemed deep in study.

  Myra didn’t make a scene. She wanted this over with. With tunnel vision, she went somewhere far back in her mind, to a safe place.

  When she came back, the witch was nodding wildly, screaming, “Yes.”

  King Alric held his hand out.

  Almost forgetting to put her dress back on, she took the King’s hand and was led away.

  The King brought her to a private chamber. It was unlike any other room Myra had seen. At first, Myra thought it was the stables due to the hay on the ground and the stalls, but the other amenities, like the bed and the chests of drawers indicated a bedroom.

  She stood in the center of the room. She tried to hide the fact that she felt lost and confused. She didn’t want to seem naive. She was in front of King Alric, one of the most powerful men in the world. How should someone act in the presence of such power, especially when one was an innocent, young girl from a poor family?

  She simply stood there, gripping her sides, trying to contain her nervousness as he approached. He pulled off his golden chain mail and dropped it on the bed. Underneath, he wore nothing. She observed his rows of muscle, his perfectly sculpted body with fascination.

  He turned his predatory lion like eyes on her. She turned away again.

  “Do I scare you? Why do you always look away?”

  A long pause. “No, Sir. You don’t scare me. I don’t mean to look away.”

  She turned to him again, opening herself to Alric, who broke the distance between them and weighed his heavy presence on her. He tilted her chin up.

  “You were picked. Out of any girl in the kingdom, it’s you. Aren’t you excited?”

  A wave of relief washed over her. She realized she was. “Yes, I am. I’m very excited.”

  “Have they figured out my vice, yet? Have you figured it out? Why you’re here?”

  She paused. She would become a mistress to the King. That part seemed obvious, but Myra didn’t want to assume.

  “No. I have no idea.”

  “I find it hard to believe that no one has heard the rumors.”

  “I haven’t heard them.”

  “Since I don’t believe you will tell me. I’ll tell you.” His hands dropped to her sides. Her breasts pressed against his solid chest. Hard and throbbing, his cock grew against her.

  “Undress.”

  Her eyebrows raised. But his demeanor didn’t change.

  She swayed away from him. Breaking from his grasp, the world stopped spinning.

  “Would you like to leave? The door is right there.” He pointed to it.

  She froze. Myra couldn’t leave. Not now

  “I don’t want to leave,” she said vehemently.

  “Then what is the problem? I asked you to undress. Am I not your King?”

  “You are, my Lord. I’m just a little, inexperienced, when it comes to this.”

  He smiled. That smile could make anyone do anything, it seemed. Still, Myra didn’t think she could undress herself. Everything she had ever been told revolted against it. She was taught how a proper lady should treat royalty, and this wasn’t it.

  “I’ll do it for you, but you should know I don’t think you’re actually that prudish.”

  He snatched her dress strap and flung it off her. She didn’t have time to yelp. Freezing up, she merely watched as King Alric ripped the dress over her breasts. His wicked smile showing, he cupped them, letting her heavy globes rest in his palms.

  “They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful. Do you understand that?”

  “No,” she said, shaking. She trembled. She tried to remain standing, but his touch was like a quake rumbling her weak frame. Her sex panged. Her chest pounded. Liquid inside sloshed around, wanting release, forcing itself to the surface.

  At any moment, she felt like she would burst.

  Beautiful? King Alric thought she was beautiful?

  No had ever called her beautiful before, let alone a King, let alone a man as handsome and desirable as Alric.

  “Yes, you are. You can try to deny it all you want, but the truth is the truth.”

  His fingers swerved to her nipples, pointed and sensitive, like a lightning rod in a savage storm. Alric commanded that electric arousal, pumping it into her as his forefingers and thumbs squeezed.

  She let out a long gasp. Her tension unwound. Her arousal pounded, trying to break down her defenses. Her breasts pumped as fast as her heartbeat. His pressure on her nipples released, and she sucked air deeply into her lungs.

  “You’re mine now. All of you. Maybe that frightens you…”

  He squeezed her nipples again. Clamping them, he caused her to howl. Myra wasn’t sure if it was fear or delight. Her body betrayed her. Her pussy was slick. Her adrenaline coursed through her, telling her to continue, and it took all her restraint not to fall into his arms.

  “Maybe that excites you too. That’s fine. I know what one will win, in the end, I will have you. You were meant to be mine.”

  Myra was willing to believe it. Once his lips touched hers, she was really believing it. Sparks of arousal flew through her, shattering her, opening her up to more. His tongue wound around her and soon they danced, stoking that fire.

  Alric broke away. He looked pleased at her panting. His fingers curled around her breasts again. He was obsessed. The pounding need inside her caused her to arch her back and roll her hips to get her nipples closer to his hungry lips.

  With one deft swipe, he tossed her dress over her hips. She shuddered and gasped for him, knowing well that she would crash to the floor in weakness and delirium once he touched her moist, begging pussy.

  "Look what you were hiding under that dress." He took in Myra's form. He was mostly interested in that pink treasure hiding between her clamped thighs.

  Slipping her undergarments down, he gave her a devilish stare as he pressed the full length of his cock against her stomach.

  Myra noticed she was digging her fingertips into his biceps. They were strong, secure, and she didn't think she hurt him, but she still let up. Once again, they dug in as King Alric rained kisses down her neck, showering that weak spot with his smooth, skilled tongue.

  "Oh, yes," she cried out. Once the first admission of arousal slipped past her lips, the next flowed freely.

  "My King," she moaned. Myra had always fantasized about him. Her arousal was feverish now. His lips were past her collarbone, making their way to her sensitive nipples.

  Her heavy breasts were calling out to her King.

  What exa
ctly was happening to her? Myra didn't know, but she trusted King Alric to help her.

  "You're my new milking cow," he said. It startled her, shocked her into pulling away.

  "What?"

  "That's my vice, and you're here to give me what I need. There's milk in you. Lots of milk, that needs to be drained. Don't worry. You'll be treated well."

  "I'm not - I mean, I don't know. This is all so overwhelming."

  "You will be mine to milk."

  He gave Myra's limp hand a squeeze. She was hardly paying attention. Her mind was already spinning. King Alric didn't seem phased at all.

  "You'll understand soon enough. Trust me," he said, and he took her by the chin again and gave her a kiss. She would need to trust him. That sexual energy between them couldn't be denied. That energy wouldn't let her stop. Not now.

  There was a deep, hungry need inside her, and Alric would be the one to cure her of it. Still holding her hand tight, he led her to one of the stalls.

  "On your knees. On the hay," he instructed. Myra dropped to the hay. She stared up at the intimidating figure towering above her, leading her farther into the pen, where he smacked her on the ass to get her to spin around.

  He swung the gate closed. She pressed herself against the gate, constructed with three steel bars with space in between, but not enough where she could squeeze through. It was tall as well, the last bar resting at the edge of her breasts, the perfect height to hang them over.

  King Alric picked something up from his nearby bed stand. He strode back to her and slid it over her neck. She couldn't see it, but she could feel the leather and the lock. Collared, she was now his pet.

  He attached a chain to the metal ring on her collar and tugged her closer to the gate. Her breasts naturally were propped up by it and spilled over.

  "Keep yourself pressed against the gate."

  He undressed completely. As soon as his pants dropped over his cock, it sprang free. It was hard, throbbing, and already glistening with precum. Her chest panged and her thighs sealed shut once she thought of that thick, long cock driving inside her.

  Her arousal blossomed, but she still kept her thighs sealed. She didn't know if she could handle such a man. Myra was a virgin. She had pleasured herself with the handle of her hairbrush, taking her maidenhood, but had done little else.