I watch in awe as his phallus rises like the dead the second his eyes meet mine. The way his gaze rakes over my body heats me up all over again.
Something no one else has ever done before...
His tongue darts out, wetting his lips with his big, long tongue.
“Thirsty, Professor Bove?”
He nods slowly before meeting my eyes. “Parched.”
His voice is deep and gravely, and it sends a zing to my core, like plucking a string on mandolin. Just like that, I’m turned on all over again.
How interesting.
A mischievous thrill runs through me. I’m known as the Milkmaid, not only because I milk men of their seminal fluid, but because I have such large breasts just laden with milk that was universally safe and healthy for all manner of creatures, including humans, witches, and goddesses.
I’ve never been pregnant, nor had any offspring, but as a consolation prize to go along with my fundamental need for the porn syrup, my breasts produce milk.
Milk that I often pump and donate to those who need it.
I had to thank my great grandmother for my seminal needs. She’s pure succubus. For some reason, I am the only one in my family that inherited her wicked genes. And I had my Grecian ancestors to thank for the continual breast milk. I was a descendant of Hera in one family line, and Io in another.
And now, that gift will be used to nourish my thirsty bull lover.
CHAPTER TEN
GALATEA
Idraw closer to the bed. “Professor Bove?—”
“Call me Asterios. I’ll even take Aster.”
“Mmm.” His arrogance annoys me. I don’t like being interrupted. “You’re not in the position to make demands,Professor.”
Asterios narrows his eyes. “You’re not one of my students. Professors are for professional settings like a college campus. This is anything but.”
Goodness. He is nothing like the milquetoast students in my barn. His personality is as strong as his body, his temperament as rigid as his cock, and his disposition as tight as his asshole.
“You must think I’m an amateur, Mr. Bove.” I smirk, running a single finger up his leg. “Iama professional, and thisisa professional setting. I am a milkmaid, and this is my farm. And I think ‘Professor’ is a perfect name for my new prized bull.”
He scowls. “I’m not an animal to own, a male to enslave, or a lover to dominate.”
“No? I think your dick feels differently.” I nod at his proud stiffy, which seems to twitch at my mere mention of it. “Just lookat how eager you are for me to enslave you, dominate you, and milk you.”
“That’s your fault,” he grumbles. “Your magic.”
I laugh and shake my head. “No, Professor. I don’t need magic to get you ready for me.”
“How about that drink?” he asks. “You’ve deeply dehydrated me with your forced intimacy.”
“Forced, huh?” I can’t help but give him a playful smile as my finger taps his dick.I think I will pierce it with a reversed Prince Albert.“Why do you say that?”
“I didn’t consent to this abduction,” he snarls, “regardless of my body’s reactions to your… ministrations.”
I raise a brow. “You summoned me, remember?”
He ignores my reasoning. “Drink. Please.”
“Mmm. I like hearing you beg. Say that again.”
