My breasts ache and leak as I tremble, but I don’t want him to drain me yet. Every quiver sends pleasure zinging from my nipples down my spine. Every time another gush of hot milk slides down my skin, my arousal redoubles.
I love being this full for him, this fullofhim. Every bite he feeds me, knowing it will become milk, knowing it will becomethis…
Pre-orgasmic pleasure ripples through me, and I gasp.
My core tightens around his relentless cocks, and the edge is close.
I reach out, struggling to form words. “Your legs…”
Sylvus offers me one of his front legs. I pull it to my stomach, pressing it to my soft flesh. The prick of his sharp claws drives my pleasure up another notch.
“Touch me,” I beg. “Please…”
Sylvus’s breath shudders behind me, and his teeth graze my neck. His three other forepaws find my skin, tapping and kneading.
I slide my hands along them, tangling my fingers in tufts of soft fur.
His sigh tightens toward a whimper, and I realize how much this means to him.
I guess he’s not used to girls pawing eagerly at the arachnid parts of his anatomy.
He swaps the hands at my breasts for paws, then slides his palms along my face and neck.
I unravel.
His rough, hungry touch is everything. I can’t get enough. Two cocks, two hands, four paws, smooth chitin, silky fur, his mouth sucking at my neck…
My cunt and breasts ache with fullness, and every throbbing heartbeat takes me closer to release.
But I can’t give in. Not yet.
There’s one more thing I need.
“Sylvus…”
“Yes, little cow?”
As I go to speak again, he pinches my nipples and tugs, sending milk pouring out.
“H-holy shit!”
“Go ahead, sweetling. Tell me what you want.” His voice is breathy, rough with hunger.
I try again, but my voice dissolves into a moan as he tugs at my breasts.
“Not… fair…”
Leverage—to win our little game, I need leverage.
I find his palm sliding across my neck and sink his fingers deep into my mouth, taking them all the way to the back of my throat.
I suck, and his breath shakes. His pedipalps throb as his fluid overfills my cunt.
I teeter on the edge.
This is my last chance.
I pull his hand out of my mouth, drool stringing between his fingers and my lips.
