The purity I’d found between her thighs as I drove myself into her had eased the burden on my soul a little. I’d lost myself in the feeling of her body as the bell she wore rang with every thrust of my hips, letting everyone know she’d been claimed at last. And the way she’d mooed as she came for me, loving every inch of me, had made me explode inside her with a bellowing moo of my own. She was my cow now. The first of my herd and even as she lay sated and sleeping in my arms, I couldn’t help but feel guilty for that fact.
