He lifts his head and turns me to face him so he can look into my eyes while he palms my breasts and nods at each of them.
I stomp my foot. “Quit messing around. I’m trying to do something nice for you. Why won’t youletme? You make me feel good, and I just want to do something nice for you.” Tears well in my eyes, and he looks panicked by it.
He shrouds me with love energy and shows me so many images of him licking my breasts and sucking my nipples that I start to get aroused and overwhelmed all at once. Then my mind goes quiet, and all that’s left is an image of him having pushed everything off the massive feasting table I’d shown himexceptfor a glass of milk.
I gaze up into his warm brown eyes. “Milk?” I picture him with a milk-mustache, grinning. “That’s your favorite?”
He nods and shows him filling another glass from my breast.
I tilt my head and study his lit-up expression, and his seemingly inappropriate suggestions begin to make sense. “Breastmilk?”
He grins, strokes my breasts, and tugs gently at my nipples. “Doe-dee.”
“Mybreastmilk,” I conclude.
He confirms with a deep rumbles of agreement and is careful not to get his horns too close to my eyes when he dips his head to kiss each of my breasts. When he stands tall again, he gives one more decisive nod, apparently satisfied that we’re finally on the same page.
I look down at my very non-productive breasts and frown. “I can’t make you that for breakfast,” I sulk. “I don’t even know how I’d make that for you, short of having a baby, and that would take months and… a human male.” I wrinkle my nose worse than Hordan had about his having to eat eternal gruel. “Will cow milk do?” I ask, hopeful he’ll accept the alternative. “There’s a farm not too far that sometimes I?—”
Hordan presses his finger to my lips and holds up his other palm, beckoning me to stop. He moves away to retrieve the goodie basket he left me yesterday, and then proceeds to feedme. Blue berries and monster cum. The breakfast of champions.
Both are delicious, but I can’t quit pouting between mouthfuls.
Hordan grunts at me, demanding to know why.
I fold my arms and show our roles reversed. That it was going to make me happy to care forhimfor a change.
Which is when he gestures to the berries and cum, pats my belly, and shows me a mental story, where I eat these things each day and then my breasts grow bigger, until milk starts flowing from my nipples, into his grinning mouth.
Confused, I give him a sideways look. “Seriously? That’s possible?”
I’m given the same little story over and over, except he gets more sexually explicit and creative with his drinking positions each time the milk starts dripping from me.
I want it. All of it. And we both know it.
He sends me more scenarios, and quickly hot and horny to the point of panting neediness, I have to push him away so I can catch my breath. “Stop that.”
I seek a little space and study my breasts. Are they…bigger? Shit. They’re definitely bigger. I’ve been to distracted to notice, but know I really look, they’resignificantlybigger. My nipples too. I’d sort of noticed them looking different, but had put it down to all the action they’ve been getting. The glorious, pleasurable suction.
I cup my breasts, noting the increase in their weight and fullness. They’re definitely rounder. Bigger, rounder,firmer. This is happening. My heart starts to race, and while my mind is trying to grapple with this new knowledge and strange twist of events, my body is already thrilled at the idea of feeding my monster his favorite snack. I squeeze my slick thighs together and return my gaze to Hordan. “How long?” I demand to know, unable to keep from imagining all the pleasurable scenarios that could soon become reality.
He comes to study and fondle my breasts with me. For a moment, he stands in total stillness with his eyes closed, and when he opens them, he shares his intuitive guess in the form of the sun traveling over the sky twice. And maybe once more. He tilts his hand back and forth and moves some berries and cum closer. He holds up two fingers, then he moves the goodies away and holds up three.
“The more of these I eat the faster it’ll happen?” I pull the whole basket of cum and berries closer and hold up one finger.
His eyes widen. He considers the basket’s contents, smiles, and gives me a half-shrug. “Pegarnd.” He holds up two fingers, but then bobs one of them up and down.
I show him one or two suns passing in my mind, and he gazes lovingly at me as he strokes my cheek. “Bunta spraah.”
I look at how few jars are left in the basket and do a little math before unbuttoning his trousers and kneeling in front of him. “Give it to me fresh,Sir.”
13
HORDAN
Istare at the map in my office and cross out another region. My third this morning. Four more, and the enemy will be fully eradicated. The monster legion will be victorious, all curses will be broken, peace will reign, and I can return to my Doe-dee and spend the rest of my life pleasuring her.
I’ve already put in my demands for our new home with the manifestations department. It will have everything I need to keep Doe-dee healthy and happy for the rest of our days, and I’ve done all I can to assist in its rapid creation so it’ll be ready faster. I’ll be able to take her there the moment it’s done and I can tell her about it. My woman will not spend the rest of her life living under a rock and bathing in cold water. She will have everything and anything she desires.
