Monster's Pet
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Cow cosplay
🕑 Added 2025-02-15 15:30:02 +0000 UTCCommission for anon
A/N: This is very niche kink, and I regret nothing. It’s okay to pass this one if you don’t think this is your jam, but you never know when you are going to unlock a new kink...
Minotaur (Ambrose) x chubby fem!reader || hucow fantasy, kink discovery, degradation (lowkey), overstimulation, dirty talk, breeding
It all started as a joke.
You were watching a movie and he was jokingly teasing your nipples, making you giggle as he latched onto one of them as he pinched the other. You moaned between laughs, his fingers tickling your side. He was sucking so hard your panties were about to melt, but the amusement was in the air, so you didn’t think twice before joking about it.
“Ambrose, if you keep sucking like that, milk is going to come out.” The second the words were out of your mouth, he stopped. Completely. It was like he froze in place. You looked down and saw him carefully releasing your nipple, looking up at you with confusion. “What? What happened?” He was almost pale, like deer caught in headlights.
He looked away from you, putting your shirt down and staring at the TV, his head clearly very far away. “Nothing. Nothing… Let’s continue, you wanted to watch this movie.” His excuses were flimsy at best, and you started to feel worried that you said something wrong, your brain already spiraling.
“Are you okay?” You asked, anxiety raising inside your chest.
He turned to look at you and smiled softly, kissing your forehead. “Yes, yeah. I’m fine.” It made you feel better, but you still didn’t think he was telling the whole truth.
It took you three days to understand what made him react like that. He… He liked it. He liked that you said that. He liked the idea of him milking you. Of drinking your milk… Oh. Now so much more made sense. How he reacted when you first suggested getting a cow printed bikini, how he almost giggled and blushed when you wore those cow ears back during Halloween…
He had been into that all along, and you didn’t know.
You weren’t even sure he knew before that day. You discovered him a new kink! You tried not too be too smug about it, but you couldn’t stop the smile spreading through your face, a new idea already forming.
You walked back into your room, trying not to step in any cat toys that the kittens had left around (which they usually did), and picked the bikini and a tiny apron you bought for… reasons. You tried them on and twirled a bit in front of the mirror, feeling yourself. And then you dig the cow ear headband from the bottom of your drawer, completing the look and making your inside twist in anticipation.
He was so going to love it.
You were pacing in the room, moving up and down trying to burn some of the anticipation inside of you. You even played with yourself for a bit, but decided against continuing on that path because you wanted Ambrose to be there to play with you.
So when you heard him opening the door and calling out for you, your heart skipped a beat. “Sunshine? Where are you?”
“In the room!” You screamed, trying not to let your nervousness and anticipation make your voice waver.
He walked into the room and stared at you with an open mouth. Literally open mouth. He was looking up and down your body over and over, like he was scanning every inch available to his eyes until he took his fill. But he wasn’t saying anything. He was staring, and staring, and staring… Until you started to fidget with the hem of your apron, self-conscious.
“I- I thought… I know you have a hucow kink and I thought we could explore it? You don’t like it?” You asked in a low tone, cursing yourself internally.
“What? Fuck. You look… Fuck. You look good enough to eat, sunshine. Fuck.” You giggled, reassured he not only liked your gift but he was cursing more than normal. More cursing meant he was less in control, and less in control always meant you were on for a great time.
He walked to you like a monster on a mission, stopping mere inches away from your body, so close you could feel the heat radiating from his skin. You were shivering on your feet, so ready to be debauched that you didn’t know how to act anymore.
But then he started talking and everything in your brain flew away. “You want to be my personal hucow? Is that it? Do you want to be my human pet and let me milk your precious tits until you are dry?” You whimpered pathetically, his hands finding your boobs and tearing the fabric over them. “Would you let me do that, sunshine? Would you let me suck your tits until they are leaking and then fuck you until you are so full of my come your stomach gets distended?” You groaned at the mental image he created.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Please, Ambrose… Yes to all that.” As soon as your consent was there, he was lowering his body until he was on his knees in front of you, his head at tit level as he started to suck you like you were indeed going to produce milk if he sucked hard enough.
You threw your head back, screaming his name as your legs trembled under you. He pulled you up, throwing you on the bed and following shortly behind, not bothering taking off his clothes, his sole focus were your boobs.
“I’m going to make you produce milk. I’m going to make you my hucow,” he kept mumbling.
He kept sucking your nipples, playing with the barbells like his life depended on it. Your whole body was reacting to his ministrations, you felt like every cell in your body was attuned with his tongue on your boobs, his fingers pinching your free nipple until you were nothing but a mess of desperation and panting as he rutted his dick over your still clothed pussy.
You couldn’t stop begging, the combined sensation of his fingers and his mouth was the best kind of edging and you needed him. You needed him ASAP. “Please Ambrose. Pleaseeeeee. Fill me. I need you, please. I need you deep inside. Fuck your hucow, please.” The second the word hucow was out of your mouth, he was grunting like a desperate monster, pushing his hips into yours like he was about to burst his pants with the force of it.
He fumbled with his pants, ripping the fabric in half as he pushes your panties to the side…
And he was fully inside.
The spark of pain was nothing compared with the incredible pleasure that filled your senses as he rutted into you. You’d never heard him being that quiet during sex, he was always talking, always teasing, but it felt like he was more feral than ever. His thrusts were uncoordinated, and he kept grunting and moaning against your boobs, biting and sucking on your nipples, driving you insane with each pull.
It was like you were nothing but a toy, it was like he was using you like his personal hucow for real, and that drove you into a new dimension of pleasure. It felt degrading in the best way possible, degrading in a way that nothing ever felt before. Not even his words when he called you a whore or a slut, not even when he treated you like a pet and made you pee yourself…
Him holding onto you as he sucked your tits and rutted into your welcoming heat like you were nothing but a cow was making your insides twist and turn, your brain short circuiting as your orgasm washed over you in a tidal wave that crashed onto your body until you were gasping for breath and screaming his name in the middle of it.
But he kept sucking, fucking in and out your pussy and not even caring that he wasn’t touching your clit. He was in another dimension completely, caring only about himself and his desires, using your body to fulfill his own fantasies. And it was driving you insane.
As insane as it felt his dick inside of you, rubbing against your G-spot as he pinched your nipple and sucked on the other, the combination of all sensations sending you into overstimulation, and short after into another orgasm that left your body shivering as he pulled away for long enough to scream your name as he spilled inside of you until you felt so full you could burst.
He pulled out and you felt the gush of come leaving your body, but short seconds later he was pushing back inside, his dick half hard as he latched onto your nipple once again. It was too much and not enough at the same time. It was exhilarating and maddening, and you loved it. You loved to be what he needed, you loved to be his hucow or his flashlight or whatever he wanted you to be.
By the time he got tired of filling you up and sucking your nipples, you felt sore all over, your body too tired after too many orgasms. You were breathless, trying to regain your normal heartbeat as he grunted and nuzzled your boobs.
“I love you more than life itself,” he whispered against your boobs, kissing your sore nipples until you were whimpering and trying to get away, just to draw you closer and suck on them again.
If he kept that up his fantasy might become reality...
