Page 10 of Heavy Petting

With a strained sigh, he slips his thumb from my mouth and grips his big cock.

Has it been hard this whole time? Is it always engorged? Does it hurt? He strokes it like it hurts. And his balls look even bigger than before. They’re very swollen, and the web of thick veins over the surface of his sac has risen significantly. The urge to trace them with my fingers is one I may not be meant to have, and I try to look away, but I can’t. I do believe they’repulsing. As if they’re full of life.

His gaze falls upon me with a kind of longing I feel in my core. It’s the same needy ache of emptiness I had earlier. I don’t understand it, but I sense it with all that I am.

He moves in front of me, and his motion is hypnotic. He strokes his cock, thrusting into his hand. He clamps his muscular thighs at the peak of every powerful surge of his hips, and the rest of his body tenses and releases in similar ways, defining every muscle with absolute sculpted perfection. He is simply beautiful to watch, and I can’t keep from expressing my appreciation.

“You are very handsome,Mar-zuarr.” I do my best to roll myRs, but he doesn’t seem pleased with my pronunciation.

He grips his cock hard, grits his teeth, andgrowls.

I squeak and get disoriented by the speed with which he scoops me up — one-handed. I squeeze my eyes shut, afraid to look at him when his body is so rigid with rage.

When he sets me down, I crack one eye open and find myself in some sort of penned area, with him staring down at me while he rubs at his cock faster than ever.

He looks flushed in his face, the skin there a darker gray than it was before, and his eyes are… hungrier? He doesn’t look angry, but I do not understand what his expression means. I want him to cuddle me, like he did before. It felt safe when he did that.

I push my fluffy towel aside and stand to reach for him over the tall side of the pen. “Mar-zuarr?”

He drops his gaze to where my breasts press at the gridded mesh barrier. My nipples have escape the pen, but the rest of me remains contained, bulging through the wire in unseemly ways. He must think it horrid, because he strides from the bathing room, depriving me of his magnificent form. I wasn’t meant to appreciate the sight of him so much.

He is abandoning me, and it feels like a punishment. He took me from one cage and put me in another.

Please come back, my heart begs, but he does not come running, and I sink back into my fuzzy towel with a shiver.

I will do better. If he doesn’t want me to admire him so much, I will keep my gaze low, unless he instructs me to do otherwise. It is so wonderful to receive all the kindness he’s shown me, and I wish only to please him. Always. I will learn to behave as I should, and he will reward me with more of his wonderful treatment.

7

GARONN

Igrip the table and spill my seed into Vah-nyah’s food bowl.

I almost didn’t make it to the kitchen. I’m going to have to train her to swallow it directly from my cock, because my little human female makes me want to come constantly.

At this rate, I’m going to be depleted before she can reciprocate nourishment by providing me milk.

Once my nutrients are inside her, we’ll be on our way to becoming a self-sustaining unit, but if I don’t bring her milk in soon, I’ll waste away first. Now that I’ve tasted her sweet cunt and had her pleasure fill my soul with joy, the thought of subsisting on my old diet of mealy, tasteless gruel and cow’s milk is hard to stomach. I must feed her my seed at once.

Will she gobble it down and beg for more? She practically tried to eat my hand when I gave her vitamin-packed fruity treats.

I squeeze the last of the cum from my cock with a soft moan. Her warm mouth suckled at me beautifully, and I couldn’t help but wish she would nurse my cock the same way. Another shot of seed bursts forth at the thought.

There may be something wrong with me.

Do all monsters feel this way about their human pets? Is it in the big handbook I was given? Only half of the guidebook is readable now, but haven’t read anything describing this. Why wouldn’t it be written on page one? I have no experience or guidance to assist me with the things I’m feeling; I am going by instinct. My very horny, veryconfusinginstinct.

Is it our soul-companion bond that has me so aroused by this sweet creature?

I have not found humans attractive before — though I have never been around one so innocent and beautiful.

If this is what is meant to happen between monsters and their human pets, then why didn’t anybody mention it? I’ve never heard of such a thing. In truth, I never thought to imagine it was possible. How many other monsters are secretly coveting their pets with a thought tomatethem?

I swallow hard, set a little spoon next to Vah-nyah’s bowl, and then head to my dressing room to don some trousers. The way she looks at my cock makes it swell, and I need to restrain myself if I’m to help her feel safe in her new home.

When I go to retrieve her, she is huddled in the corner of her pen. Have I scared her with my lack of control? My heart aches. I put her in a cage for her own safety while I couldn’t give my full attention to her, but now I see my mistake. I remove the barrier, and then collapse it altogether and bend the metal frame into a ball. I roll it away, kneel next to her, and keep my voice very soft when I open my arms. “Vah-nyah, come to Master.”

She keeps her head low but turns toward my voice, and then crawls toward me and climbs into my lap. I wrap my arms around her and press my face to her soft hair. “I am sorry if I scared you, Pet. I did not mean to. You’re safe. Master won’t hurt you. I promise.”

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