“In what way?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.
“I long to remain in your presence, and I know you will not allow it unless I behave correctly.”
That is true, though he could easily overpower me at any time. A hint of enjoyment at the thought makes me blush and turn away from him so I can get myself in check.
He clears his throat. “May I suggest that if your desires include switching roles sometimes, it will be safe to do so, and there is no shame in admitting that sometimes you want to be submissive. Especially to a powerful male who has the skills to read your energy and know your mind — who therefore understands how best to handle you…” he says, gesturing at himself as he gives me a sly yet honest smile.
I look around at all the fancy things and long for the comfort of my?—
Hordan snaps his fingers and we’re immediately transported back into a vision of my cave, though I remain seated on a throne. I lean back against the soft velvet of its fabric. It feels like his pelt, and I realize for the first time, that I’ve been completely naked the whole time, just as he has. We’re both equally vulnerable in this state, and I study his intelligent eyes.
“So intentional,” I muse.
“With you?” he says, speaking directly into my mind. “Always. You demand it. It is the only sure way to gain and keep your trust.”
I rest my hands on the curled arms of my grand chair. “And you cast dreams for us to walk and talk in…?”
“An experiment.” He grins. “One I am quite pleased to see has worked. I find the language barrier frustrating at times… but not always,” he admits with sexy smirk. “There is much to be said for body language.”
I purse my lips and hum in agreement. “Did you mean what you said about this being whatever I want it to be?” I gesture to the dreamscape surrounding us.
“Yes,” he says without pause. “Anything you want.”
“What about what you want?” I ask, running my fingers along the gilded arms of my throne.
“I want what you want,” he replies with a toothy grin.
I snort softly. “Do you now?” I think of a simple command to test his theory.
He grunts and nods at my breasts. “I definitely want to bring you pleasure by suckling on those beautiful breasts, Pet. But if you want to play games to test this creation, may I suggest you explore the limitless opportunities that a world of pure fantasy can truly offer?”
I gasp as my breasts double in size and begin to drip milk. I palm their fullness and then stare at Hordan in shock. “They feel soreal.”
He steps closer and swipes a droplet of milk from my nipple with his tongue. “Wait till you taste them,” he says with a twinkle in his eyes. I can sense his hunger and absolute obsession with the flavor alongside his lustful craving for the intimacy — which I’m surprised to learn is equal parts sexual intensity and a deeper yearning for comfort and general closeness with me.
Has my monster never been loved properly either?
His eyes bore into mine, and because he hides nothing, I begin to understand how similar we really are.
I look back at the nourishing, motherly breasts he has imagined for me, and recall how rewarding it was to be cared for by him. I can’t deny it would give me pleasure to do the same for him when the sensation of his hot, hungry mouth on my breast fills me with an overwhelming passion.
I wet my lips, collect a little breastmilk on my finger, take it to my mouth, and taste pure sweetness on my tongue. “Incredible,” I whisper.
“You are,” he says in a reverent tone. “Would my queen like her beautiful, milky breasts tended to?” he asks, eyeing them suspiciously. “They look to be growing very full.”
I look down to see them expanding. They become tight and firm to the touch, and there’s a needy ache building that I instinctively know will only be eased by the delighted monster in front of me, latching on and milking me for every last drop.
But I have two swollen, aching breasts and only one Hordan…
I meet his eyes and we both grin.
A second Hordan appears. And then a third.
I lean forward on my throne. “Three?”
“I want to watch,” he says as the other two versions of him lift me from my throne and carry me to a big brass bed. He stands at the foot as I’m laid atop the softest mattress I’ve ever felt and propped against a mountain of pillows by the others.
The second they get me settled, they each set upon a breast and tug with the forceful suction of grown malemonsters, giving me the most intense surge of pleasure edged with pain. I cry out and gasp for breath as Hordan watches from the end of the bed with a gorgeous smile.
