Milly has never belonged to herself.

Raised as a kow and passed from one master to another, she knows obedience, routine, and quiet longing, but not choice. When she is sent to a new ranch under the care of Master Wesley Black, she expects little more than another place to serve.

Instead, she finds kindness. Protection. And a dangerous closeness she cannot stop craving.

Wesley is everything Milly should not want. He is human, forbidden, and bound by laws that forbid attachment. Yet the more time they spend together, the harder it becomes to ignore the pull between them. Not command. Not magic. But something far more unsettling, desire freely given.

As Milly’s devotion deepens, the line between punishment and pleasure begins to blur. Each stolen moment risks exposure, ruin, and the loss of everything they have built. But some bonds are worth the danger, and some touches are impossible to forget.

A dark monster romantasy of taboo love, chosen surrender, and the quiet power of belonging.

Word Count: 10,362

Master’s Touch

A shadow fell over my naked body as I lay amid the tall grass. The barest sliver of a chill ran up my spine, causing goose bumps on my arms and legs. Letting out a sigh, I turned onto my side and curled into a ball, my own breath warming my hands an inch away from my mouth. Eyes closed, I waited for the return of the glorious sun and all its warmth.

A lazy smile bloomed as sunlight crept along my body. Soon I was bathed in sunlight, but I lay curled until I was hot enough to spread out again. The last few days had been beautiful and I wanted to lay out in the fields for as long as I could. I flicked my small tail around as the warmth in my muscles began to glow.

Turning onto my back, I opened my eyes to the bluest sky I had ever seen. Patches of small white clouds floated in the perfect azure sky. Stretching, I let out a yawn as big puffy clouds floated in the near perfect heavens. Clutching at some grass, I pulled it and put it in my mouth. Softly, I chewed as I marveled at the sky.

I was glad the other kows were off on their own doing whatever they do when I’m not around. I was the youngest one in the herd and they tended to act like sour old crones, happy to spill their milk and gossip. Life would be perfect if I could simply lay in the fields all day long, alone with plenty of grass around me.

My mind wanted to fall asleep but my body was reacting to the sun again. The heat against my skin was starting to stir my primal urges, and I let out a blissful sigh. Swallowing the grass in my mouth, I let my hands glide along my smooth supple skin. My nipples tickled and my heavy breasts felt full. Thoughts about my first milking came to mind and a thrill ran along my nerves. I was finally of age and it was beginning to show. The other kows would often tease me that I was finally grown up and my figure started to look like theirs. My chest, hips and thighs began to thicken but I kept my small waist and delicate features. At first the other girls would marvel at my figure but soon they turned into milk hags, making fun of me any chance they could. I started to ignore them which only fueled their good time.

Spending time by myself was the best part of my day, but in the last week, I started to feel other urges pushing at mind and body. At first it was playful exploration, but it wasn’t long before it began overriding everything I did. Even now, lying in the field, my hand travelled along my skin. A small moan escaped my parted lips as I brushed my blonde hair down there and touched along my sensitive line. It was nice, wetness greeted my fingers, heat from the sun pulsed along nerves. Closing my eyes, I pressed a little harder, pushing my lips aside to touch my inner pink folds. A magical fire burned brighter as I lingered, touching myself with reckless abandonment.

My other hand reached up and touched my full breast. The tingling continued along my nipple, and I could sense sometime soon I was going to produce milk. I remember the farmers talking about me as I walked around. They often talked about my thick thighs, and big breasts with admiration. One of the farm hands talked excitingly about how he wanted to be the first to milk me. I ignored them after that and walked out to the field so I could be by myself, but wicked thoughts kept creeping into my mind, forbidden taboos that were not allowed. Master Rekk was very specific to his people that it was against the law to bed a kow. I did wonder what they would do if they were allowed.

Hot thoughts spilled into my mind and my finger rubbed my sensitive nub. Wild urges pushed at me to continue. Obeying my desires, I rubbed myself, thinking about those human men and their lustful eyes on me. Images of the farm hands coming to me, talking about me like I wasn’t even there. How they would play with me like I was playing with myself right now. Nerves coiled as I rubbed faster.

A breeze passed through leafy trees a little way from me. Their calming sound only made me comfortable as I spread my thighs and continued to rub myself. Running my finger in circles around my nub, and my nipple only served to push me to the breaking point. I bit my lip, trying to hold on and enjoy the sensations. My nipples tingled erect as I circled more. I grabbed at my own heaving breast while stroking myself to my internal magical fire. Unable to hold back, my nerves lit up and a deep moan rose up the length of my throat and finally out of my mouth. Shuddering, I continued to abuse my nub, milking every bit of bliss.

I settled down and rubbed myself slowly, taking in the beauty and satisfaction of knowing I will have to do that a few more times if I was going to get any sleep tonight. Cool air caressed my skin and I smiled when I thought about the rest of the day.

“There you are Milly! I was looking all over for you,” said a kind voice.

I sat up, slightly shocked, and confused. I watched as Master Rekk walked toward me, tipping his hat to keep the sun out of his eyes. He didn’t seem to notice or care that my hand was still between my thighs.

“Yes master?” I said looking up at the human man who raised me.

Master Rekk smiled. “You are a beautiful sight. It saddens me to tell you that I will no longer be your master. Come with me. Your new master is waiting by the house.”

A dark feeling filled my heart. “New master?”

Master Rekk knelt to look at me. He never made eye contact, but he did look me over. Rough hands reached out and took each of my heavy breasts into each of his palms. Squeezing me, I let out a little yelp. Eyes rolled down from my chest to my stomach and then centered on the blonde tuft of curls between my thighs. Heat rushed into my cheeks as he eyed me.

“You are turning into quite a fine creature. You will make your new master very proud.”

“I don’t want a new master,” I whined.

“Now now, don’t get all sad on me. We knew this day was coming. Besides, I wouldn’t just sell you to anyone. Master Wesley Black will be a good master to you. I’ve known his family for nearly two decades,” Master Rekk said while letting go of me.

“Can’t I stay here with you?” I asked with pleading eyes.

Master Rekk gave a gentle knowing smile. “It was decided long ago that you would be going to Master Black. Be a good girl. Stand up and straighten yourself up. The wagon is waiting.”

Reluctantly I stood up on bare feet. Hands grazed small horns on my forehead as I tried to push back my long flowing hair. Master Rekk gave me one last once over before turning, and walking through the field. I followed with my head bent forward, and my lips curved down.

Master Rekk did tell me that I was going to another farm, but I tried to not think about it. I didn’t know it would sneak up on me so soon. I felt sad I was leaving my home, but another part of me was glad I didn’t have to deal with any of those other kows. Maybe the next place will be even better? Maybe they will accept me and not tease me day in and day out?

The walk wasn’t very long. The ranch came into view and a wagon waited on the path. A rather large man was leaning against the side of the wagon, looking up at the blue sky. The closer we walked to him, the more his features came into focus. Eyes growing wider, I couldn’t help but stare at the human man before me. He had large shoulders and arms. He had a square jaw and jet-black hair. You would have thought he was some large angry farmer, until he turned his kind green eyes to me. They were pools of emeralds, dripping into my spirit. A gentle smile appeared and the large man moved to greet us.

“Good day master Rekk!” The man said cheerfully.

“Good day master Black! Here she is.”

I kept my head down, but my eyes looking up at the man as strange feelings whipped at my heart. Interlocking my fingers in front of my sex, I took a submissive bow.

“Hello Milly,” Master Black smiled.

“Hello master Black,” I said with a low voice.

“She is a bit shy and doesn’t want to leave, but I’m sure she will be happy on your ranch. She is close to producing milk. I’m sure you’ll take good care of her.”

Master Black continued to smile as he looked me over. I was never shy being naked, but for the first time, I wanted to cover up. Heat rushed my cheeks as I stood, ready for my next commands.

Seconds ticked away before Master Black turned away and went to the wagon. He reached inside and pulled out a white dress. Walking over to me, he gently held it out.

“This is for you, until we get home. You can take it off there if you wish,” Master Black said kindly.

I nearly snatched the dress from his hands and fumbled to put it on. The two masters watched with amusement as I struggled a bit and finally got it over my head, and my more than ample chest. The dress could barely contain my breasts, but it did flow nicely over the rest of my body. It did feel a little weird wearing clothes, but I felt better not being naked in front of my new master.

“Shall we set off to home?” Master Black said while holding out a hand.