Page 16 of Heavy Petting

He raises his eyebrows, and I hide my disappointment. I couldn’t bear for him to think me ungrateful.

He withdraws his fingers, as if maybe he’s done something wrong. Then he scoops me into his arms and takes me to the clinic room, where he positions me on my back with my knees raised and open in a set of stirrups. Without any fuss, he squirts the slippery jelly onto the bulb of the big glass instrument and pushes it into my bottom.

I shift restlessly, to not only accommodate the size of it in my back passage, but also make it move around a bit, as he did the first time when he made it feel good. He watches me with interest but doesn’t rub or lick me like he did before, so I’m left to feel full and awkward.

Did I do something wrong?

He lowers his face between my legs, taps the flared end of the glass tube enough to make me moan and rock my hips, and then he slides it out of me. The emptiness is as intense as the fullness was. Maybe more so. I’m relieved when he returns wearing a glove and holding another thick, white, medicine capsule that he then slides into my bottom.

My propped and spread position makes it easy to see everything he’s doing to me. I watch his finger pump in and out of me, as he massages the medicine into the inner walls of my back passage, and by the time he pulls out and removes his glove, he’s dripping with my scent. Can he smell it?

He flares his nostrils and gives a pained hum, as his cocks swells and strains at me. Did I hurt him earlier? I could have sworn he enjoyed feeding me with it.

He releases my stirrups and climbs onto the big metal table to stand on his hands and knees over me. He stares down at me a moment, and then moves forward, until his big cock is bobbing near my face. It’s dripping again.

“Tahg, Spraah,” he commands in a no-nonsense tone.

He’s said this before. When he wanted to put things in my mouth,like the red fruits.

He grunts and lowers his cock to my lips, painting them with the warm, tasty fluid he makes for me.

I open my mouth and suck at his penis. I don’t get a lot of his soupy fluid, so I milk his thick shaft and massage his big, pulsating balls until I get another downpour.

Mahz-uhrr lets out a low, hungry growl, and I gulp down what I can, while the rest runs into my hair. I’m going to need another bath, which is something he seems to realize when he climbs back off the table. He drags his clawed hand down his face, pops a fruity treat into my mouth, and carries me off to the bathing room.

He gives me a little purple grape-like fruit, which tastes even better than the other treats, but about thirty seconds after swallowing it, a sense of urgency rushes through my system. I squeak, clench my buttocks, and desperately look around for the chamber pot.

Mahz-uhrr gives me a knowing smile, sets it on a little bench nearby, and then sits me atop it. He stands over me and stops me when I get up to take it somewhere more private. I struggle against him, doing all I can to hold on, but he won’t let me conduct my business in private.

“Surrmahd, Spraah,” he rumbles in a firm tone. I don’t know what it means, but I can’t hold on any longer. I give up fighting. I hang my head, sit on the pot, and defecate in front of him, the way he wants me to.

It turns out to be far less traumatic than I thought it would be, because when I stand, all I’ve left behind is a pale-purple ball of waste that smells of flowers. I stare at it until he drags me away to the big pool.

“Purple fruits do that?” I ask, while he gently washes his fluids from my hair.

He simply raises an eyebrow at me and keeps lathering. It’s clear he doesn’t understand what I’m saying.

“Well, I prefer it,” I say anyway, relaxing safely in his arms as he guides me to lean backward, for a rinse. “It’ll be easier to poop in front of you if it smells like flowers. I won’t be as scared next time.”

He’s very quiet and barely touches my sex or my bottom while he washes me. Not like last time.

I tremble slightly as I recall the immense pleasure he gave me, and he grips me harder.

I’m rinsed again and sat in another fluffy towel, while he dries himself and pulls on trousers that do not disguise his engorged penis.

Terribly confused, I wait patiently for him to look at me, so I can gain better insight from his kind eyes, but he appears to be avoiding me.

I miss both his devoted touch and his loving gaze, and as the day wears on, I wonder time and time again, what I did that made him stop offering them to me.

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GARONN

Iwant to mate her so badly, I can barely function.

The second I pushed my seed into her with my fingers, I wanted to mount her and spurt inside her directly — and I could have sworn she wanted it. Her eyes practically begged me to fill her, like her soul craved it as much as mine.

She’s so delicate. And human. If I succumb to my urges, I’ll have fucked mypet. And worse, I maybreakher. She’s so much smaller than me, and I don’t wish to cause her harm, but if I can’t get myself under control, I’m going to cross a line.Allthe lines. I’m almost glad half the handbook’s pages are ruined, so I can’t finish reading it and find out how many rules I’ll break if I act on my desires when I’m meant to be keeping Vah-nyah safe.

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