Page 51 of Milking His Lass

“Y- yes, Master,” she whimpers, her core tightening around my fingers as she moans.

“That’s my good fucking girl. Just keep breathing for me.”

She settles under the weight of my palm as her body opens for me. Just a bit more. Slowly, I inch myself in. Once more, my knuckles rest at her entrance. “Look at me, my precious pet. Don’t stop looking at me.”

Taking a deep breath, I twist my hand this way and that, working my fist into her. Though there’s a bit of resistance, I still manage to work my way inside. With a feral grin, I curl my fingers, making a proper fist.

“It’s in there, love,” I murmur against her lips. “You have my fist deep inside your cunt. Such a good little pet for me. Now, let me reward you.”

Keeping my movements small, I rock my fist back and forth, pressing against that spot I know drives humans wild. Fiona tips her head back as shrieks of pleasure fall from her lips. Her body undulates under mine, gyrating as she impales herself on my fist.

Soft words fill the air, pleas on muttered breaths. “Don’t worry,” I answer. “I’m not stopping. My fist will not leave your body until your orgasm washes over you. Come for me, my pet. Let go of everything. Give it all to me. All your fears, your cares, your worries. They’re mine now. Come.”

Fiona’s body stiffens as her mouth drops into a rounded ‘O’. Nothing passes her lips as she shudders around my fist, her release slamming into her hard. Soon, however, the loud cries of her pleasure ring out into the room, shattering the silence for anyone to hear.

My heart swells with pride as I soften my hand and pull it out. Now, she’s ready. Without giving her a moment to overthink things, I line up the tip of my cock with her entrance. Though I know it will still be a snug fit, my cock won’t damage her. She’s dilated enough that I can finally have my way with her.

Surging in, I fill her completely, groaning as her inner walls clamp around my various knots and ridges. She feels like I’ve finally arrived home to the stars above. A groan reverberates through my throat as I force my way past her tight ring of muscles, so I sit fully inside.

Her legs splay out around my hips, barely able to wrap around my torso. I grip her hips, helping her out as I bend low, allowing the stiff, small bits of skin around my base to tease her clit. It’s pleasure and agony wrapped in one tiny little human as she grinds against them, sending shafts of pleasure through my body.

Humming my approval, I rock back and forth, allowing her to accommodate to my girth before I slam into her. My fingers dig into the delicate skin of her inner thighs as I revel in the arousal dripping from her body. As I pull out, she whimpers, the sound raw and needy as she gazes up at me with such desperation.

“Mine,” I roar, slamming hard into her.

Fiona’s body slides up the bed, her head almost hitting the back. But I don’t allow it. Any pain she receives will be at my hand. Holding her in place, I use her as my personal fucktoy. Just as I promised I would. I piston in and out, filling her up with my massive cock, only to drag it from her body, leaving her wanting.

My balls tighten up the closer I get. Pinpricks of pleasurable agony skitter down my spine and travel up my shaft. As much as I want to draw this out, torturing us both, I know I can’t hold out much longer. She’s far too enticing. I want nothing more than my cum to drip from her body.

With that thought, I slam in one last time, roaring as my seed shoots into her. Holding her close, I continue to torment myself as the shafts tremble over her slick skin, urging her toward another orgasm. Her body bows up as micro spasms ripple through her core. A long, loud groan slices through the air as her body milks me, forcing out every last bit of cum.

Reaching between her thighs, I stroke her clit, giving her the pressure she needs to finally go over the edge one more time with me. Her release is a thing of beauty. Fiona thrashes about on the bed as she screams again, her voice raw as emotions drip from her body.

Sobs fill the air as she continues to shudder on my cock. Again, I rest my palm over her breastbone, giving her the only comfort I know how.

“Let it out, my pet. Don’t stop until every bit is out.”

With my free hand, I release her bonds and gather her into my arms. With my cock still buried deep inside, I turn us both over so she can lie on top. This new position stretches her out a bit more, despite the fact that I’m softening just a touch.

Her soft whimpers of discomfort make me stir once more. But she needs rest. She needs to purge. She needs space to grieve. It’s my job to give her that. After she is well again, I’ll take her. Over and over, I’ll fuck her senseless until all she can think about is my lips taking milk from her body as my cock forces cum into her pussy and ass.

Wrapping my arms around her, I hold my precious cow close to me. It may be her loss that she mourns, but it’s my worry for the future that has me clutching onto her and gluing her to my side. I cannot even think what would happen if I lost her. I honestly don’t know how Vrokjan will manage. I would go feral without my pet by my side.

Chapter 24

Antroli

Ragged cries turn to soft moans, which turn into sniffles so quiet I barely hear them. Fiona lies there on my chest, her body quivering as she pours out all the agony she’s been holding in. Granted, I’m sure not all of it is over the loss of her friend being with her on Icora.

From the very beginning, it struck me as odd that she never gave into hysterics, never had that much of a moment of weakness. Now, I wonder if most of it had been stuck deep inside her where she couldn’t let it out. Running my hand over her soft hair, I comfort her as best as I can.

In the end, it will be no use. Whether or not she wants to go back to Earth, I can’t let her. I won’t let her. She’s irrevocably tied to me in a way I cannot sever. I’m a selfish Icorian. I know this. But deep inside, I don’t give a damn. All my life I’ve served Icora, went without so others could have.

Now, it’s my turn. Cradling my little human in my arms, I hum to her, droning on with a soft lullaby my mother sang to me when I was a small child. In my times of fear and worry, my mother held me in her arms and let her voice fly to the heavens.

It feels so right to do the same for Fiona. Granted, my voice is rusty from lack of use in this way, but she doesn’t seem to mind. Her body settles on top of me, her sniffles changing to soft snores. Once I know she’s asleep, I ease myself out of her and roll her over onto the bed.

My cum spills out of her pretty pussy, making me hard once more. Shaking my head, I walk over to the bathroom and turn the water on in the large tub. As that fills up, I step into the shower and rinse off. It feels almost like sacrilege to remove her scent and the proof of her arousal as it dries on my thighs and lower abs. But it will be back on me soon enough.

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