I keep feeding her, and she relaxes further and further into that soft, hazy space. Soon, only my hand holds her head upright.
Every breath is a trembling moan as the sensations in her body get more and more intense.
I can tell when the silk between her legs zeroes in on her clit because she gives the deepest moan yet, eyes rolling back in pleasure.
I set the rest of the food aside and run a gentle palm over her taut breast.
Andromeda already had gorgeous, thick thighs when she arrived here, and the transformation has given her the most luscious hips and ass I’ve ever seen.
Her breasts have now swollen to grotesque size, like an icon of feminine nurturance. It’s a topic Andromeda seems to have a complicated relationship with. I wonder if I can change that.
I wonder if I can show her the gift that she is when she does nothing more than sleep and eat andbe.
I smooth my warm palms over her breasts, and she moans, shaking.
Never before have I felt this way about a hucow—or anything. Or anyone. I’ve thought of hucows much like how the humans in my books speak of their bees: with affection. Interest. Professional pride. But this goes far beyond that.
I don’t only crave her milk.
I craveher.
My hind legs slide over each other, sending the mating rattle clicking through the small space. I let it happen as my hands slide up her breasts to her cheeks.
“Oh, Andromeda…”
She leans into my touch.
“Look at what you do to me.”
The suggestion brings her gently back into awareness, and she blinks and lifts her head. Her gaze scans my face, and her brow knits and relaxes in a complex emotion.
I raise myself so she can more easily see the base of my human torso. “My pedipalps?—”
“Cocks,” she says, with sass despite her state. “Just… call them your cocks.”
I laugh and slide my fingers into her hair. “Mycocks… they throb for you.”
Andromeda watches, mesmerized, as my pedipalps slide over each other. Every time they twitch, more clear fluid pours out of the small opening in the smooth end, dripping down the segmented limb and wetting my underbelly before falling to the silk below.
Her mouth waters, and she swallows. “That’s a lot of fluid…”
“It’s… quite effective for hydration,” I offer.
Andromeda’s eyes flick up to mine. “Please, I don’t know how to ask any nicer than this, for the love of all that is holy, Ineedyour cock in my mouth.”
It’s my turn to shudder, unwoven. I’m helpless to refuse her plea, and I unfold a tucked pedipalp, offering it to her.
I expect her to… I don’t know, sniff. Lick tentatively.
Something other than what she does, which is immediately shove her head over me, taking more than eight inches down the back of her throat.
“Fuck!” The cock in her throat throbs, pouring down her throat, and the other drools sympathetically, drizzling that clear, viscous fluid over her breasts.
It’s loaded with electrolytes, which her body craves, so that’s probably why as soon as she tastes it she sucks greedily, throat bobbing and swallowing around me.
Or maybe she just really likes sucking cock.
Holy shit.
