Page 34 of Milking His Lass

I drag in a ragged breath and force myself to chuckle. “Places I’m sure aliens know nothing about.”

“Try me. Icora might have a different way of interacting than Earth, but I guarantee you, core needs are the same no matter where you travel.”

“Even on the prison planets and savage ones?”

His fingers stiffen as something akin to rage flashes behind his eyes. “I cannot even begin to fathom what their needs are. Besides, we are not speaking of those who commit atrocities for the sadistic fun of it. We’re talking about you.”

“I was just thinking of my life back on Earth. That’s all.”

Again, he stiffens for a moment before pulling away. “I see.”

“No, Master. You really don’t.” Sliding over, I turn his face toward mine. “I was so lonely on Earth. Yes, I had my family, and they certainly helped fill the void, but that was only when I was home. Which, let’s be honest, was rare. I soothed myself by sending money, thinking monetary gifts would make up for me being so far away all the time. It eased my conscience a bit. My brothers were expected to go out and do great things. But not me. Never me.”

Taking in a shuddery breath, I do my best to keep my tears at bay. “Mum always thought I’d be by her side until I settled down and married someone local. When I took my job, she gave me her blessing. But I saw the hurt in her eyes. Her wee bairn dinnae want to be by her side, a homemaker making wee bairns of her own.”

Master Antroli tilts his head to the side for a moment before grinning. “It’s never too late. Granted, I can’t reverse the part of the serum allowing you to conceive. Not yet, anyway, but we can still practice.”

His devilish smile makes my stomach flip as he crawls on top of me, pinning me to the bed. Unbidden, my thighs part, allowing him full access to my body. My breasts feel heavy again. Not quite as full as earlier, but I know I’ll need to be milked again soon.

Just thinking of his lips on my nipples, pulling my milk from me, makes my core spasm with need. Master Antroli smiles down, his grin wolfish and predatory. Spreading my thighs even more, he kneels between them.

The thick head of his cock brushes my slit, drawing a ragged cry from my lips. “So needy,” he murmurs, bringing his fingers down to my clit. “So very needy. But you’ve already been satisfied today. Now, it’s my turn.”

My eyes roll back into my skull as he drags his thumbs up and down my lower lips, spreading me out to accommodate him. There’s no way he’ll fit. I saw how big he was. Granted, I don’t know just how much of him he can stuff into me without causing damage, but I know, no matter how relaxed I am, no matter how turned on I am, his massive cock just isn’t going in.

Instead of fear, an intense arousal swamps my senses. Not that I want him to harm me or anything. But the very idea of him stretching me so full I can’t take anymore has a certain charm and allure. I’ve never been stuffed to the point where I can’t take one more inch, and part of me wants to see just what my limit is.

Glancing back up at him, I note the pinched expression on his face as he studies my pussy. “It’s not going to bite,” I tease, hoping to ease some of the anxiety souring the air.

“And here I thought Earth girls devoured their mates. Like female mantises biting the heads off their sexual partners.”

I dissolve into a pile of giggles at that thought. “Well. I mean. There was that one movie. But no. No teeth. I can promise you.”

Master Antroli slides his hand under my ass cheek and grips the tender flesh until I cry out. Once I’m distracted by the discomfort of his hand, he guides his tip forward, pushing into me with slow, easy movements.

Fuck me. Just his head is enough to make me gasp as it stretches me out. Groaning, I writhe on the bed, needing more of him, needing him to send me back to the heavens so I can forget about my duties and responsibilities. I want only to feel and no longer be able to think.

He can do that. I know he can. He’s done it before. I just need him to do it again and again until I forget all about Earth and the people on it. Biting down on my lower lip, I rock my hips, desperate to take him in even deeper.

The sharp sting of his hand on my inner thigh rings out in my ears moments before I actually feel it. “Settle,” he barks out. “I do not wish to tear you.”

My eyes widen as I look at him, noting the intensity of his gaze. “You’re serious?”

“Deadly. You’re the first I’ve attempted this with. Normally, I don’t enter a cow until they’ve been properly stretched out. Now, cease your movements or I’ll tie you down to the bed.”

A wicked smile curves my lips as I move my hips once more. Gently this time to make sure I don’t hurt myself. As he pulls out, I contemplate the intelligence of my actions. I miss the feel of him already. I miss the warmth of his body, the stretch of his cock, but most importantly, the feel of his skin against mine.

Thankfully, there was no hint of malice in his eyes as he leaves me and heads over to a nearby wall. He presses his hand against the smooth surface, and I watch in fascination as a light runs down his palm before a door opens up. Inside resides so many things I don’t have a name for, but before I can fully figure it out, he grabs a few items and closes it back up.

“Hands above your head,” he barks out.

“And if I don’t?” I tease, my insides clenching at that look of delicious retribution in his gaze.

“If you don’t, I won’t allow you pleasure while I milk you before dinner. Choose your next actions carefully, my rebellious cow.” Not wishing to deny myself the ecstasy I know he can provide, I lift my hands above me. “That’s my good girl,” he croons, lashing me to the headboard.

With swift movements, he spreads my legs wide and ties my ankles to the opposite posts until I’m spread eagle in front of him.

“So fucking wet for me,” he groans, coming back to kneel between my splayed thighs. He takes in a deep breath and grunts as he strokes himself. “Celestials, an Icorian can get addicted to your scent.”

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