Still in the throes of passion, Hordan grabs a fistful of my hair, and brings my chest higher as he fucks at my cum-soaked cunt. He’s getting hard again. Insatiable. And he’s taking with him.
Another intense orgasm grips my depths, and he rides it hard, forcing it to escalate until I squirteverywhere.There’s so much pressure in my pussy that I spray cum across the cave, and that’s not all. By some miracle of force, milk sprays from my breasts as well, proclaiming me a fountain of sexual delight for my monster.
Still pulsing his seed into my depths, Hordan floods the cave with his absolute awe, pleasure, and intense desire to suckle.
15
HORDAN
Ican’t believe this is my life.
A year ago, I lived alone in in darkness. Today, I ended a war and was rewarded with my heart’s desire.
I’m balls deep in my beautiful pet, acting out our every shared desire, and now she’s making it rain milk and pleasure.
I pull my cock from her gaping depths with a loud slurping sound, and tackle her sideways onto the sex-soiled furs. I meet her sparkling eyes and grin before latching on to the nearest breast and drawing her nipple downward into my throat. I suckle fiercely, unable to sate my appetite for her fast enough.
Her sweetness hits my tongue, and I moan into her flesh, eager for more. I tug and swallow and try to match her rate of flow. She sprays powerfully at first, but then slows to a more sedate pace that has me working my jaw overtime to keep getting the milk I want. The milk Ineed.
Every mouthful brings me strength and vitality, as if her love is pouring into me with each one. When her flow ebbs to a trickle, I release my suction and latch on to her other breast.
Doe-dee gasps at my enthusiasm, but she’s just as into it as I am. The scent of her arousal intensifies, and she rocks her hipsuntil I pin her legs open and thrust her soaking, quivering cunt full of cock the way she wants.
She gives me a satisfied little grunt, and the sound is music to my ears. I love giving her what she doesn’t even need to ask for, and I’m pretty sure she loves it too. The vibes flowing through our connection are full of love and adoration, and it’s entirely reciprocal. I please her and she pleases me — not because we have to, but because wewantto.
Doe-dee agrees with the sentiment, and I pick up on her unspoken cues to gaze into her eyes while I feed. Their pretty ocean colors dance at me, filling my soul while her rich milk fills my belly. She satisfies me inside and out, and from the feel of her complete surrender to me, I know the same to be true for her. She strokes my hair and my horns while I suckle, and with her sweet and sassy way, she makes us come again.
She’s perfect.Thisis perfect. And there’s not a thing left to do but enjoy ourselves.
Eventually, totally spent, we curl up in our juicy mess and fall asleep.
I wake before she does,but I’m in no rush to rise. There’s no work left for me to do outside of our home-life, and I’m delighted to be able to take my time admiring every little thing about her.
I love her soft skin with its pretty speckles. Her hair is always such a mess, and I’d love to wash her fire-colored waves, comb them out, trim away the lifeless ends, and smother her head in to get her locks in peak, shining condition — so I can ravage her into a gorgeous mess again. I grin at the thought and count it among my priorities once I get her to our new home.
For my efforts in the war, I’ve been granted a luxurious house with an ample portion of land that I think Doe-dee will be pleased about. Our backyard has its own woodland — one completely safe for her to roam and forage in. I know how much she enjoys being in nature. I glance around the cave, appreciating the way she’s added warmth with the use of wood and furs and her fire, while also softening its jagged edges with greenery.
The stream is nice too, but I will be very glad to be able to bathe her in warm water. I love to clean and care for her properly when she’s recovering from her pleasure, but I detest the way she shivers and then pretends the cold is a necessary element she must endure. My pet deserves to be kept warm. And while I’m sure there will be times when she wants to dive into cold water, and she’ll be able to do that in our new swimming pool or in the section of the river downstream from here that runs through our property, I want it to be by her choice, not because she has no other option.
She stirs a little, reminding me of the big, slimy mess between us. Last night, it turned us on to lay in a pool of our own pleasure, but now that it’s morning, I feel certain she’ll want to freshen up immediately. A hot bath would make that a lot more pleasant than the alternative. It’s hardly going to seem fair if I dunk her in the chilly stream the minute she wakes up.
I adjust my position to see her better and shudder at the cooled cum I slide through. It’severywhere. Which is pleasing to look at and fun in theory, but not so nice to accidentally find your hand in.
I wipe my fingers on the heavily soiled furs and try to keep my frustrated rumbles at a low volume. Where is her new blanket? Is it clean? I’ll be sure to keep a multitude of fresh linens in the new house so she never has to sleep in this kind of situation again — though she absolutely can if she wantsto. I have definitely enjoyed the streak of wildness her current lifestyle offers, but again, I want her to include these things by choice, not necessity.
She’s been in survival mode for a long time, but I’m going to make sure she lives the life she deserves now. I’ll provide her with the lap of luxury, and I’m going to love watching her climb into it to make herself at home.
I want to dress her up and take her out, so all the other monsters and their pets can see how lucky I am. I want to get her a pretty collar with a tag that has her name on it, followed by my contact details, and I want her to wear it all the time, butespeciallyany time she leaves the house, so everyone knows she’smybeautiful female. My precious pet.
A particularly nasty-looking section of the furs has been cum-plastered into unsightly tufts that have gathered dust from her dirt floor. It irritates that it’s been allowed to touch her, and I move it away from her skin.
The shift in the blanket reveals her breasts, and my cock plumps at the sight of them, swollen with milk. She’s come into lactation so fast, and I’m so impressed by her level of determination. Anything she sets her mind to, she achieves, and I’m desperately curious of what she’ll be capable of once she leaves her years of neglect behind and has her diligent and trusted monster pouring love into her.
I wet my lips and lean in to give one of her thick nipples a tiny lick. Her breasts are extremely firm and full, and I don’t want her to wake up aching. I settled my lips around her teat and give her a light suckle. Sweetness floods my tongue almost instantly, and I grin into her breast as I swallow down her milky goodness.
Doe-dee moans and begins to rouse. I suckle harder as her flow eases, then I switch breasts and begin draining that one.
“An gud mernin too-yoo-too, Hordan,” she says with a sleepy grin. She stretches an arm over her head as she yawns and thenwrinkles her nose when her hand comes back caked in splooge and dirt.
