tkb i am desperate for some more female hucow reader idk what it is but holy shit you write it so well
cw kidnapping, noncon, breeding, hucow?
You didn't love John. Nothing nearly as sentimental as that. The dick was decent. Decent enough that you didn't mind hiding the unprofessional relationship from his superiors. You doubted they'd care. John was well respected, and no one cared what you did, just a glorified receptionist basically. It wasn't like you would reveal any classified information. You didn't know any. But for whatever reason your secret fuck buddy wanted to keep it under wraps.
Despite how private of a man John claimed to be, he could not keep his hands off you. Specifically your tits. He was obsessed with them. He'd grope at you with people just a few feet away. Teasing your nipples below your blouse and gripping his own cock when he felt them harden. Only to be dragged away by some recruit asking a meaningless question.
John would latch onto your breasts while he fucked you. Putting more effort into flicking his tongue over your swollen nipple than he was filling you with his cock.
Or when he fucked you from behind he had to have his hands on them. His heavy form crowding you onto the bed. Pinning you down while he squeezed at the soft flesh. Gasping in your ear at how much he loved them. He got so carried away sometimes.
"Moo for me..." he had once groaned. Voice rough with pleasure. No, that can't be right. He must have said 'moan for me' and you'd lost the words in the slap of skin against skin. So you moaned louder. Taking his grunt as approval.
John was an odd man. But you didn't mind.
Pain sparked behind your eyes as you came to. Head pounding and heavy. It took a long moment for you to find the will to open your eyes and take in your surroundings. An unfamiliar room. Dark, thank goodness. If the room were too bright it would only make the pain worse.
You didn't realise the position you were in until you tried to move. Suddenly very aware of how you were restrained. It seemed to be some kind of stockade. Wrists and neck attached near each other. There was some kind of table supporting your hips. It was a surprisingly comfortable set up, clearly high quality, padded equipment. You wouldn't mind it if you clearly hadn't put yourself in this situation willingly.
A warm hand cupped your cheek and your blurred vision focussed on John.
"Hello my love..." he cooed. Thumb stroking over your lips.
"Wha..." You started. Pain spiking as soon as you tried to form words. Vision blurring again as tears prickled in the corner of your eyes.
"Shh baby... it's ok..." His low voice was soothing as he pet your hair. "You're safe with me... I'd never hurt you..."
Something was so deeply, terribly wrong.
John's hand trailed down your neck to cup your chest hanging below you and you realised how very exposed you were. A chill of fear rushing down your spine. Surely John wouldn't have done something like this to you. It had to be a mistake.
"You don't have to worry about anything anymore... you were always meant to be here."
Through your blurred eyes you saw him stand. Unable to follow as he moved out of sight. It didn't take long to figure out where he'd disappeared to. The thick length that you knew so well pressing against your bare cunt. Despite it all, your lashes fluttered closed as he pressed inside.
"My good girl... moo for me. Moo for me and I'll get you something for that nasty headache I'm sure you have..."
It was all so confusing. Pain and pleasure making it hard to think. After a moment you let out a tentative little 'moo'. Behind you John groaned. Low and barely restrained as he rocked deeper into your cunt.
"Atta girl... you'll get used to this in no time. Gonna knock you up nice and pretty. Get those udders leaking in no time."
