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“Ngh, so full…”

“Give me more, little lamb.”

My head tips back as another wave of growth stretches my breasts. Now that the venom is kicking in, the sensation is all pleasure. My nipples tingle, and hot milk drips along the undersides of my breasts.

“That’s perfect, Nova.”

With agonizing calm, Zyren leans over, taking my nipple into his mouth.

I whimper with pleasure, shaking, and Zyren’s hand settles heavy on my chest. My breath deepens, relaxing again.

He sucks gently, and my milk begins to flow.

Heat flickers at my core, echoing in my breasts and cunt. My inner muscles clench, chasing pleasure.

The venom works deeper. Muscle by muscle, my body goes limp. Heat and bliss rise around me like in the hot spring.

For that perfect, glorious moment, my body is perfectly comfortable and content.

Then sheer need hits me in a blinding flash.

“Oh, fuck…”

Suddenly, the sensation of Zyren’s mouth on my breast is too much to handle. I cry out, and I would squirm away if I could move at all.

Zyren’s hand slides up from my chest to wrap my neck.

The pressure doesn’t restrict my breathing, but it settles a heavy blanket over my mind. The overstimulation becomes bearable.

Zyren switches breasts, and it feels good enough to make me cum. But with the venom’s influence, all I can do is teeter on the edge, whimpering desperately.

“That’s it, little lamb. Let me hear all those sweet sounds.”

Those words send my mind blank with heat, and I surrender to the flood of pleasure.

CHAPTER 9

ZYREN

I can no longer blame only Nova’s consciousness for this overwhelming arousal.

She utterly unravels me.

I’m hardly halfway through milking her when my stinger lunges for her again—I catch it just shy of her cunt, releasing her breast as I take a ragged breath.

Nova mews unhappily, and my stinger spasms in my grip.

I can do nothing but stand over her, forcing myself to breathe.

I can’t cross this boundary; it was never my intention to do anything like this with my hucow.

My cock is fully out, thick and with a larger lobed bulb at the tip, dripping pre-cum from the central channel. On either side, flat parameres like cupped hands unfold, itching for her flesh.

My slender stinger drips in time with my cock, pre-cum and venom landing hot on Nova’s skin.

She whimpers. “Please, Zyren, don’t stop touching me…”

“Nova…” How to make her understand that if I touch her, I will do so much more? So much that can’t be undone?