I hold another piece of fruit out to her, and she clamps her mouth shut.
I brandish a strand of silk at her. “Do you want to lose limb privileges again?”
Andromeda recoils, blushing. “No…” She approaches the fruit, but then there’s a little spark of mischief in her eyes. She leans further forward than she needs to, sucking at my finger as she pulls the fruit away.
I keep my humanoid torso impassive, but one of my feet taps rhythmically against the ground, a tell of my arousal.
Andromeda clocks it and grins.
I make a game of shoving fruit into her face faster than she can eat it.
She laughs and wriggles and chews as juice flows down her chin, staining the silk wrapping her already-swelling breasts.
When I tire of that game, I lick her clean.
Her hunger gradually accelerates.
As she thirsts, she eyes my pedipalps.
The moment before she pounces, I grab her head, holding her in place.
“Hey!”
I grab a glass and extend a pedipalp over it, stroking the length with my toe pads. With a shiver of pleasure, I fill the glass and hand it to her.
“Not fair,” she pouts. “I wanna do it.”
“Thenbehave.”
Desires war behind Andromeda’s eyes—the glee of mischief against the bliss of submission.
Her mind slowly chooses submission, and her gaze softens as she puts the glass to her lips, drinking deeply.
Every bob of her throat makes me pulse with desire.
When the cup is empty, I fill it again. Once her thirst is quenched, she returns to her frantic eating.
Her breasts swell steadily, and she lets out little sighs with every movement.
On the verge of surrendering totally to her need, Andromeda forces herself to slow.
By the stars, it’s cute to watch her muster her focus.
She rubs her swollen breast, which has long since grown free of the compression sleeve I wove for her earlier.
“Will it always happen this fast?” she asks, whimpering quietly.
I lower the seed in my hand back to the bowl. “I can adjust your diet. You’re a naturally high producer, so we can slow down your feeding and?—”
“I want it to,” she gasps. “I want to be this full every day. I want to need you.” Her eyes shine at me, pleading.
“Oh, my sweet little cow…” I pull her back against my chest and she sighs, melting into me.
Her little trick with the slope earlier inspires me, and I gently move her to sit above me on the rise, facing away, so her head is at the level of my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her from behind, massaging her breasts with one hand and holding a piece of fruit to her mouth with the other.
Andromeda moans and snuggles back into me, licking and sucking my fingers as she eats.
My pedipalps knead her flesh, slowly working their way around to her front. They’re long enough to wrap all the way around, teasing at her mound.
