Monstrous Ranch Ch. 12

Senya rasied his eyebrows. "I figured that was a given. Is that a problem?"

"Nah." She sighed. "I mean, it's harmless, but still a pain for me to extract him from. I'm not immune, either. Fleece sprites are tricky."

There was a moment's silence. Senya sat across from Bobbin in the dining room, weighing his words carefully. "Do we..." He rubbed his collar. "I mean, I know Jerrod isn't... why do we need him?" He put up his hands hurriedly as Bobbin looked at him askance. "I mean, I have nothing against him! Well, mostly nothing. But... why an extra human? Why does the Ranch need a human stockman?"

Bobbin eyed him narrowly for a moment. "Drink your tea, Senya. It's not poisoned, I swear." She got up from her seat and sat down next to him as he obliged. "Here's the thing. You are the Master, or you will be, once you... once you sort your issues out, which we will be doing tomorrow, rest assured. But of course we need other humans."

"Why?"

Bobbin rolled her eyes. She flicked her hands for a moment, as if struggling to pluck out the words. "Because... because I can't so much as go into market without getting ambushed by a dozen goddamn fey, that's why. You think this Ranch is popular? "

"I've... kind of gathered it's not."

"Yeah. There are... radical fey out there who would happily use violence to achieve their beliefs." She took Senya's tea and took a sip, then put the mug back in his hand. Senya realized he was going along with her body language without any question, and tried to check himself, but it was hard to argue with what Bobbin wanted—what she wanted, she generally took. "They'll go after you, too, of course. You don't count as mortal." She shot him an annoyed look as he opened his mouth to interject. "Yes, you are mortal. Look, fey of the Wild East have weird taboos. They don't usually go after mortals, and mortals don't go after fey. You don't benefit from that little... truce, on account of your dealing in fey affairs. Some druids are the same way, I'll bet."

"You'll bet?" Senya's mind was abuzz with questions. A lot of this didn't fully square to him, but it was hard to put his finger on all of it. Bobbin talked quickly, and there was so much information to take in. "So wait, Jerrod can still get attacked by the villagers. They tried to kill us earlier! And you came to rescue us, didn't you?"

"The... the villagers have politics to contend with." Bobbin tilted her head from side to side. "Yyyes, there are local mortals who fight us, and they, along with the radical fey, are the Crows." Bobbin looked extremely tired. She leaned against him, resting her chin on his shoulder. She looked like she would very much like to be discussing literally anything else. "I can sneak out, but I can't go delivering trade goods to market. That's high-profile. And... it's complicated. It's complicated."

Senya frowned. Most of what Bobbin said made sense, but the way she said it sounded almost like she was searching for justifications.

Clearly sensing his unease, Bobbin nuzzled his hair, giggling. "Do you really want to get involved in fey politics, Master? Surely there are better parts of fey to get involved in."

Senya was momentarily caught aback. "Um..."

Bobbin's hand crept beneath his towel and started to tug it off. "Tell you what, Master. Why don't I check and see what Vin did to you? Her lips can have all sorts of side effects."

"Um. Okay?" Senya mopped his brow. "Bobbin, listen. When I was downstairs, I saw—it took me a while to see it, but I saw—"

The towel fell from his lap, allowing his long, fully erect cock to spring clear. Bobbin arched an eyebrow. "Wow. You've had a long day, Master."

"Bobbin!" he protested, albeit feebly, as she reached down towards his member.

"Relax, Master." Bobbin chuckled into his ear. "I'm just going to..." Her fingers slowly wrapped around his cock. "... examine it." She kissed his cheek. "Please, continue with your little story."

"B-Bobbin," Senya whispered, feeling strangely familiar pangs of lust sparkling through him with the possessiveness she showed towards him now, "I s-saw a... a shaft."

"Oh, I know."

"You do?"

"Oh, yes. Vin spelled it up something fierce." Bobbin leaned away from his shoulder and gave him a fierce grin. "And I'll bet she enjoyed it."

"Bobbin." Senya's cheeks were burning as she started to climb atop him, but he couldn't make himself fight back. And he knew she knew he couldn't. All he had to do was tell her to stop, command her to stop, beg her to stop, but all that came out when he opened his lips was a pathetic, "I-I'm your boss!"

"For now," Bobbin husked in his ear, and she licked along his cheek and took him in a passionate kiss, "I'm the boss."

Senya was left breathless, staring deep into her gorgeous eyes. He realized she was straddling him now.

She rose up, so she was situated right above his shaft, and winked at him. "And you are livestock, little Senya."

"N-no—"

"Hush." Bobbin fixed him with a fierce, almost feral smile. "I've held off for long enough. I want you." In one fluid motion, she shrugged off her shirt, allowing her fluffy, furry breasts to bounce free. "And I know you want me," she whispered, grinning.

Senya stared up at the lithe house fey, spellbound by those gleaming orange eyes. "I... I..." Tell her to stop. Tell her to stop.

But she's in charge. How could I tell her anything?

"Good boy." Bobbin's grin turned humiliatingly smug as she came cascading down upon him, impaling herself on his cock.

Her pussy was tight, and the moans she let out as he was driven into her sent chills running up and down his spine. Senya shook in his chair, but Bobbin wrapped her arms around him, holding him still. "Shh," she cooed. "Easy. Easy, there. Good boy."

"B-but..." But Senya couldn't muster any objections, and they both knew it. Bobbin's cunt was too slick, too tight. Her eyes were too gorgeous. She was too gorgeous. And he was too...

... too desperate to give in.

I really am a stud, he thought, his cheeks burning, only half-conscious that he had no idea where the word had come from. And as Bobbin sank all the way onto him, he realized that it felt very, very good to be breeding livestock.

He found himself relaxing back as Bobbin started to rise up and down on his lap, her pussy contracting around his cock. Her eyes were wild with pleasure and desire. "F-fuck!" she cried, grabbing and kissing him with a hunger that practically sucked the air from his lungs. "Y-you—you're just so fucking easy!"

"Bobbin!" he moaned, but he wasn't protesting anymore. His arms were wrapping around her, his hands gripping her pert ass and helping her to rise up and down. He was so horny, so needy, and she was so ready to use him just as he longed to be used. He couldn't resist her.

He'd completely forgotten what he'd been talking about. All he could think about was this lithe, fluffy beauty who had so effortlessly claimed him—with so little hesitation, it was almost like she'd done it before.

"Been fantasizing about this for days," she hissed, gripping him in another hungry kiss that left his lower lip almost raw from her sheer ferocity. "Every since—oh, f-fuck!—you arrived! Always wanted a—a plaything Master!" She slid down around his cock, sending thunderbolts of pleasure rioting through him

"Yes!" he cried, his mind reeling. His orgasm was rising fast, and he knew that when he came, he would give in completely once again. But he didn't mind. He could trust Bobibn, at least, not to brainwash him. There was a strange relief in that.

And... a bit of disappointment?

She bounced up and down, faster and faster. She was panting now, covered in sweat, smelling of sex and musk and pure, raw sensuality. "You're mine!" she managed, as she wriggled her hips around him, drawing out her ascension. She let out a little cry. "Mine, mine, MINE!"

"Yours!" he screamed, and he seized her in a kiss as he came. He felt her screaming into the kiss, and then she was cumming, too, thrashing and bucking atop him. His cock shot its whole load into her, and she poured sweet, sweet pleasure into his emptying mind.

The next thing he knew, she was bearing him down to the floor and mounting him again, bouncing with the speed of a hummingbird. He whimpered and cried out, still sensitive, but Bobbin was merciless. She grinned triumphantly at him. His pleasure was secondary, he realized—Bobbin wanted more. More pleasure from him. More orgasms.

And she gleefully claimed two more from him as he lay there, twitching and thrashing, powerless beneath her.

But he couldn't take much more. He cried out in mixed pleasure and discomfort as he came again, bucking up helplessly into her. He'd been cumming all day, smothered in pleasure, and he couldn't take much more. He trembled and whined in her grasp.

She laughed, slowing in her bounces as she recognized his distress. "Oh, poor baby!" she mocked. And for a moment, he found himself filled with almost absurd relief and gratitude towards her, simply for caring enough about his pain to slow down. He smiled weakly up at her as she reached up to the counter and grabbed something. "Eat! Keep up your strength, Senya!"

Senya found his mouth stuffed with something pink, fleshy, and very sweet. It was a prisoner fruit, he realized numbly, as he started to suck at it. He couldn't help himself. The taste was exquisite, and the more he sucked, the hungrier he felt. He started gnawing at it, and Bobbin held it for him even as she pinned his arms to his sides, letting him eat straight from her hand.

The fruit's effects were, as always, nearly instant. He felt a new vitality trickle into him, accompanied by a newfound sense of freedom. He could no longer remember why his nudity had shamed him, much less why he would be embarrassed to lie here on the floor of the dining room and let his subordinate straddle him, claim orgasm after orgasm from him, and utterly dominate him, body, heart and soul.

"Good boy!" Bobbin cooed down at him. "You're gonna need every ounce of strength for what I'm gonna do to you, my big boy! Would you like that?"

He could only moan as she began to bounce again.

It was going to be another restless night.