Page 19 of The Hornet’s Hucow Pet

This is already so far past professional.

I wet my hand again and press my fingers into her mouth this time. She moans and sucks at them, loving her own taste.

My cock drips and throbs.

If Nova were the only variable in the equation, I’m sure I could keep her in this state for quite a while. But between the waves of pleasure rippling from her consciousness and her intoxicating surrender, I won’t last much longer without losing control. I’ve already pushed enough boundaries for one day.

“Remember, Nova. Don’t you dare cum.”

She whimpers.

I crouch slightly, pressing my mouth to her breast.

That hot, creamy milk bursts across my tongue. I suck hard, instantly craving more. Every cell, every neuron screams at me that I need as much of that incredible flavor as possible.

Nova cries out, gasping at the overwhelming sensation. Heat blazes through her body, more than enough to tip her over the edge, but my venom denies her release. Yet she has her goal firmly in her grasp, and her cries even out to moans as she relaxes into the intensity.

Normally, I would recommend a gentler first milking. But it’s a race against the clock with Nova—if my venom wears off before her breasts are empty, and she climaxes too early, it will be abject torture.

It’s not hard to convince my body to suck her down hard and fast. I hardly catch my breath as I switch breasts, treated to another thick surge as I release the worst of the pressure.

My abdomen swells with every swallow, filling with her heat. It feels incredible, and the taste is so overwhelming, I hardly notice the dripping of my cock and stinger.

Nova does her best to cling to that peaceful place, but every tug of suction on her nipples sends her closer and closer to mad desperation.

Her determination is magnificent. She makes it almost all the way through the milking before she breaks, begging to cum, moaning incoherently.

I bury my face and hands in each breast, diligent and complete in my efforts to ensure she’s totally drained.

In the nick of time, too. My last gulp of milk sends pre-orgasmic pleasure spiking through her, and Nova shakes, crying out.

I pull back, leaving her trembling and begging for sensation. “Please, please, I need to cum…”

The growth of her hips has broken most of the silk supporting her there, leaving her totally exposed. Slick arousal drips from her cunt, running down between her thighs.

Taking care to consult my lessons on human anatomy, I apply two fingers to either side of her mound, just low enough to stimulate her outer labia.

I massage gently, and I’m rewarded with a gush of fluid from Nova’s cunt as she whimpers desperately.

“P-please—Oh god…”

I shudder with sympathetic pleasure and press my forehead against hers, still working circles over her mound.

“You make me feel so wicked, Nova. You want such perverse things…”

She moans, trying desperately to wriggle, able to move more of her body as my venom slowly wears off.

“You should have told me,” I purr in her ear. “I can’t promise I’ll cure your pain… but I can promise… every time you hurt, you hurt for me.”

The words send the most delicious heat through her body, and Nova cries out, quivering on the edge of release.

My fingers slide lower, and her breath catches.

“I don’t only want to cause you pain,” I whisper. “I also want to bring you great pleasure.”

Her breath quickens, eyes rolling back.

“Like… now, for instance.” I slip a finger between Nova’s folds into her slick, ready cunt, finding the bead of her clit with a firm, gentle massage.