Her hum of satisfaction vibrates against my tip, causing me to buck up against her questing mouth. Without further hesitation, she opens her jaw wide and takes me in as far as shecan go. Her tongue laps at my underside, gathering every drop of me she can.
Though I’ve had blow jobs before, this one is out of this world—figuratively and literally. Frantic, keening moans constrict her throat around me until stars shoot from behind my eyelids. Unable to help myself, I slide my hands forward and bury them in her soft hair.
It feels like satin and silk combined, like midnight promises and whispered profanities only God can hear. Groaning, I grip the strands in my hands and hold her head how I want it as I thrust into her mouth. To her credit, she doesn’t shove off of me.
Instead of a reprisal like I feared, she hums deep in the back of her throat as she works me over. Precum, spit, and sweat coat my lower half as she bobs her head over me like a practiced artisan in the way of giving head. Pulling her back, I stare into her blue eyes, nearly black with lust.
“I want you beneath me,” I growl. “I want to fuck that pretty face of yours, to have you quiver under me as I spill my cum into your awaiting lips.”
Where the fuck did that come from? I knew I had a dominant streak in me, but I’ve never been so poetic about it. For a moment, she merely stares up at me, her lips parted while I watch her. Now’s the time when she’ll reprimand me and remind me of my place. I just know it.
“We can’t,” she eventually murmurs. “On Icora, we Ranchers are the ones in charge. We cannot give our herd any leeway.”
Leaning forward, I cup her cheek and slide my thumb over her bottom lip. “But you’d like to?”
The Mistress Rancher glances at the door behind us. “I- It’s. It’s complicated. As a rare female Rancher, I’m even more suspect. I can’t... We can’t...”
“Shhhhhh. I understand. Trust me. I understand. The walls have eyes, Even somewhere as intimate as here?”
Her breath releases on a soft whoosh. “Then you do understand. Not eyes, mind you. That would be creepy. But there are watchers everywhere.”
For a moment, a soft laugh nearly bubbles up out of my chest. These interactions between us are so innocent, so oddly peculiar. But then, how would another planet know our idioms and ways of saying things?
My lips tilt up into a smirk as I lie back and slide my hands under my head. I may not be able to dominate her here where anyone can walk in and see us, but I can still control the situation. “Have your way with me, Mistress.”
I don’t even have to ask twice. As if she’s a woman starved for water in a desert, she descends on my cock. It takes every ounce of willpower to keep my hands where they are and not guide her movements. Not that I want to.
Each constriction of her throat around my tip has me grunting in that mixture of pleasure and pain. She pulls the need out of me with every lap of her tongue on the underside of my shaft. This orgasm is going to hurt like hell, but I want nothing more than to spill inside that skillful mouth of hers.
Despite how good it feels, nothing happens. I want to come so badly I can taste it. I’m nearly feral with the need to come, to feel the relief I know will follow after I empty myself.
Desperation coats every breath as I thrust my hips up, pistoning in and out as my frustration mounts. We stay locked in this stalemate for what feels like an eternity with no end in sight. I clench my fingers into fists as I send up every prayer I can think of for me to just fucking come.
I’ve never had this problem before with any of my lovers, and this Mistress Rancher is far more decadent and skilled than they were. Something’s wrong. It has to be. It’s probably that fucking serum.
After a few more agonizing moments, her hands drift down over my balls. Every small touch makes them cramp up and tighten even further. The pain stills my breath and distracts me for a moment, taking my mind off of the building frustration.
But she’s not fondling them. It takes her a moment or two, but she releases the rings constricting me. As if a flip is switched, my balls tighten the rest of the way up as my cock twitches between her lips. Now, all it takes is a few more strokes with her beguiling mouth and that familiar tingle goes up my spine.
I barely have time to warn her before cum shoots out of my cock and into her throat. Relief and pain war within me as everything drains out and into her. Only... it keeps going. Far longer than I expect, cum continues to flow out of my cock and into her mouth until it dribbles down the side and over her chin.
Pulling back, she continues to stroke me, far past the usual need to stop because it’s so sensitive. Whatever they injected me with, it morphs that familiar pain into what I can only describe as a never-ending orgasm. Lurid groans drip from my lips as I revel in the pleasure overtaking my body.
Finally, her strokes begin to slow as the last of my cum dribbles from the tip. “Wow,” she breathes, looking at me in awe. “Is this how humans release?”
“Not quite,” I rasp, doing my best to gather in oxygen. “Not nearly this much.”
Further words escape me as I lie back and stare at the wooden beams in the roof of the barn. They’re so familiar, so like home. Yet, like everything else on this strange planet, it’s so different. I lie there and breathe, forcing myself to compare things to my dad’s farm back home, but all I want to do is sleep.
“That’s at least something you have in common with Icorians,” she teases, running her palm over my balls in a soothing manner. “Once they release, they want to take a nap. I suppose you are not all that different.”
“In my defense,” I groan, bludgeoning my brain into working. “My blue balls weren’t actually blue.”
“I don’t understand.”
“That doesn’t surprise me.”
As I roll over to my side to get up to my feet, the barn door opens. “Mistress Rancher,” a blue man in a white jacket calls out. “I was told to see to your bull? How did the first milking go?”
