She throws her head back with a frustrated cry. “If you don’t fuck meright now,I will never forgive you!”
Moaning around her nipple, I lean back and plunge my cock into her tight, wet heat. “Mmm… You feel so good…”
Her gasp of relief soon tightens into frustration again. “You have two cocks, I have two holes. Can’t you put two and two tog?—”
My second cock, already plenty slick and weeping fluid, slides roughly in.
I would regret my lack of restraint, but it’s exactly what Andromeda wants. Her masochism alchemizes pain to pleasure, and after only a few strokes, she relaxes around me.
The increase in her milk flow hints at how good it feels, and her exultant moans are a dead giveaway.
I pause drinking to catch my breath and slide my tongue up her cheek. “Oh, little cow, you take my cocks so well…” My legs rub over each other, sending more of those rumbling vibrations into her core.
“Holyshit!” she gasps.
Each pedipalp moves independently, finding the perfect rhythm and angle to make her unravel. They’re as sensitive as fingers, so I can map the shape of her anatomy, finding the precise inner spots that make her gush and shake.
“Sylvus, I’m cumming again, I’m cumming, I?—”
Her muscles clench tight around me.
“Yes—yes—harder!”
I obey, pumping mercilessly over every sensitive spot.
Her scream is sweet music as she completely falls apart, gripping my cocks rhythmically with the pulses of her orgasm.
My climax joins hers, but I don’t slow or change my rhythm. I don’t experience the sensitivity after orgasm that humans do, and my cocks are always hard, always ready to fill her with more heat.
And it’s a good thing, because I’ve teased Andromeda so mercilessly that a couple of orgasms won’t cut it.
I drink from her breasts, kneading and massaging them as I thrust into her, vibrating all the while.
Andromeda sobs and screams and gasps and moans, and I’m addicted to the sound.
I milk climax after climax out of her, gulping down her sweet cream all the while.
“That’s perfect, little cow, fall apart for me…”
She milks my cocks in turn with the greedy gripping of her inner muscles.
It’s give and take, push and pull.
It’s everything.
Finally, Andromeda’s breasts have shrunk to a manageable size. They’ll be sore for a while, so I weave a stretchy, compressive sling around them for her comfort.
Her breath still trembles, inner muscles clenching in search of one last climax.
I trail kisses up her chest and neck, then pause.
She leans her mouth toward mine.
I pull her into a tender kiss as I cut the cords binding her arms. They slide around my neck, pulling me tight.
I pant over her, more from arousal than from effort as my cocks work their precise rhythm.
Our cheeks nuzzle together. She nips gently at my jaw, and I kiss her neck. Tenderness weaves between us, so gossamer-fragile in each individual thread, but winding together into something stronger than steel.
