He tests my comfort, and then my security, making minor adjustments until he’s sure I’m happy and completely boxed in with my legs stationed as wide as they’ll go. The anticipation is torture — made more so by Hordan’s intentional edging with every strategically placed lick, nip, stroke, or clit flick.
“Please. Please Sir. Please fuck me.”
“Mahz-uhrr,” he says, as if correcting me. He moves next to the stall and taps his broad, muscular chest. “Mahz-uhrr.”
He strokes my chin. “Spraah.”
“Mahz-uhrr and Spraah,” I repeat, and he grins so brightly it lights up the whole room. And as if pleasing him to that point wasn’t enough reward for me, he reaches under me from behind and drags his clawed fingertips from my throat, down between my breast, down my belly, and then he swirls slow little circles around my slippery clit until I’m so twitchy with need I could scream.
Which is of course the moment he stops.
I whine and buck in my stall, completely helpless and at his mercy.
“Mahz-uhrr. Please,” I beg. “Fuck me. Fuck Spraah.”
Hordan’s hands tremble a little as he flick the switch on the whirring milk-pumping machine, but he then steadies to focus on attaching the suction cups to my very full breasts.
He brushes one sensitive nipple, and I nearly come. My pussy quivers in almost-flight, but I’m so empty and the angle for the hippest makes it hard to get friction in the place I want it most.
“Mahz-uhrr.”
“Ezgar, spraah. Ezgar. Mahz-uhrr bre shan.”
He grips my ass tightly in one hand and applies a cup to my breast. The suction tugs my nipple inside hard and deep, and I gasp at the sharp tug that then eases into a steady, chugging pull. It’s a different kind of good than his mouth delivers, and I’m just making my mind up about it when he gets the other one attached, and I start to feel a whole new level of needy.
“Fuck.”
The suction is so strong and consistent, and when the letdown hits, and my milk visibly sprays into the milking cups and travels through the clear tubing turning it white, I’m practically bucking in my stall.
I’m literallygushingwith desire for his cock. I can feel my slick dripping down my legs — and not in a dainty trickle — it’sflowing.
Hordan moves in behind me and thrusts the whole stall and me in it, upward. He locks it in place right below the level of his cock, leans forward to place the sweetest kiss to the base of my spine, and then he gives me what the fuck I want.
His enormous fucking cock slams into me without ceremony or resistance. I’m so wet and thoroughly broken in for my monster, and he’s just made it deliriously clear that he can now fuck me anytime he wants. If I’ll have him.
And oh my God, will I have him.
He thrusts into my depths, hitting all the best places. There’s no escaping the pleasure. Trapped, stretched, and packed full of cock, there’s no option but to do as he wills. And I wouldn’t have it any other way, because his will is mine too.
“Kung fo may, spraah,” he commands. “Kung.”
I come for himimmediately. Shattering around his cock in wave after wave of spasms so powerful I nearly lose my mind when he keeps fucking me through their tight grasp on his cock.
He roars and thrusts and spurts so much cum into my cunt it squelches out in obscene amounts each time he drives his cockinto me again. He seed splatter all over the floor, mixing with my own cum that squirts from me in bursts with each firm shove from behind.
Primed and edged to perfection, I’m made to feel the results. I can’t stop coming. My whole body is so alive with pleasure, I can’t remember a thing about the world except Hordan.
He starts to ground me in my body, forcing me to feel just how good life can be, but part of me is still trying to fight it. My mind starts separating out each sensation into body parts, to try and manage it in smaller pieces, but even as I focus on my nipples tingling and tweaking between pleasure and pain, it feels too much. Toogood.
I thrash as best I can to shift the wild energy around my body, and Hordan floods me with a sense of calm.
“Surrmahd,” he croons, and even though the word is unfamiliar, my body understands the command. My muscles relax, and I submit fully to my monster, trusting him with my pleasure, so I can surrender to it fully.
Hordan guides and delivers me through long, luxurious moments of pure bliss until the intensity subsides. He detaches my limp body from the machine, pulls me into his arms with nothing but praise, and carries me with him into a vast warm pool, where he gently washes me in beautiful serenity.
I gaze up at him with a sleepy smile. “I hope you’ll keep me forever.”
Hordan presses his forehead to mine and shows him sitting on his throne with me curled in his lap, and both of us gray and old.
