Page 14 of Heavy Petting

I look between her bed and mine, and then pick her nest up with her still asleep inside it and place it on my mattress, next to where I will sleep. I give an approving nod, get back on my bed, and curl myself around her nest, dangling my fingers over the low sides, to touch her soft hair.

“Sleep well, beautiful pet. Master loves you very much. Even in ways he probably shouldn’t. But we don’t need to tell anyone about that. We’ll just keep doing what feels right for us.”

I drift off to sleep smiling, and when I wake, it’s still night, but something is different. What is it? For a moment, I lie in the darkness, trying to gain my bearings. A little kissy sound reaches my ears, and I feel a gentle tug at my finger.

Careful not to move my hand or make any sudden movements, I peer over the side of Vah-nyah’s nest and marvel at what my night vision allows me to see.

She is sucking my finger. In her sleep.

Is she hungry? Or only dreaming? Should I wake her?

A devious thought enters my mind. I carefully extract my little human from her nest, and settle her onto my mattress without it. Then I lie down next to her with my cock within suckling distance, close my eyes, and wait to see what happens when I tempt fate.

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VANYA

Irouse in the darkness, but don’t feel afraid. I don’t bother to fight the heaviness of my eyes, and still exhausted, I nuzzle closer to my monster’s warmth, comforted by his closeness. I’m safe with him, and I easily drift back to sleep, believing he’ll smell this good even in my dreams.

“Eat your soup, Vanya-Spraah,” he says, bringing it toward me on the spoon like a swooping bird. Warm drops land on my thigh, and he swipes them up with his finger and brings the spillage to my lips. “Make sure you get every little bit, my love. It helps you feel healthy and full of love energy.”

I suckle at his fingers, and he hums. He likes it as much as I do. I suck harder, but he grunts and pulls away.

“More,” I beg. “It tastes so good, and it makes me feellove energybetween my legs.” I’m having trouble describing the sensation, but there’s a wetness slicking my thighs again.

“Mmm…” he moans.

I find his big thumb and guide it to my mouth, to taste a little of the creamy goodness from the dimple he has there. He tries to pull away, but I grip him with both hands and suck at the soupy sweetness.

“Vah-nyah,” he rumbles in a low, warning tone.

I don’t stop. I rub and squeeze his big thumb from base to tip, hoping to get more soup.

He grunts, and then growls loudly. “Vah-nyah.”

I snap my eyes open, lift my head, and stare at my monster’s strained expression. He’s gripping his bedsheets, tensing every muscle to beautiful perfection, as if he’s trying to keep himself still.

I lower my gaze to where I’m holding his huge cock with both hands. A glistening bead of soupy goodness sparkles at its tip in the morning sun. Am I dreaming? I lean forward, swipe my tongue over the pearlescent drop, and flick it into my mouth.

It tastes like his soup. But I am not dreaming.

Mahz-uhrr, tugs his cock from me and rolls over with a groan. He stands and tugs at the hair on his head before glancing over his shoulder at me.

I wasn’t meant to touch him this way. He’s practically shaking.

“I’m sorry, Mahz-uhrr. I didn’t know what I was doing. Did it hurt?”

He frowns and turns back to me. He’s gripping his cock much more firmly than I was, so I don’t think I hurt him. I wet my lips and inch closer. He eases back, tilts his head, and searches my face. His expression lights up after a moment, and he gently strokes my cheek before hurrying from the room.

When he returns a short time later, the jar of fruit treats is in his hands. He unscrews the lid, gives me one, and pats me on the head. He holds his cock, collects a new shiny drop from the tip, and presses it to my lips. “En du, Spraah.”

That’s what he says when I do something he likes, and his tone is full of praise.

Helikesthat I was sucking at his cock? Does he like other parts of him suckled, other than that and his fingers? I crawlcloser to him and open my mouth, wondering what he’d like to put in it.

He points at the fruit treats, and then at his cock, as if asking which I want.

I look from one to the other, confused about how he got soup on his penis. Did he put it there?

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