Page 17 of Heavy Petting

I need something to distract myself. There must be some work I can do. My hand curls at the thought of my blade, but there is no longer an enemy to fight. The battle I face now is the one waged within me. How do I best care for my little female?

I collect her and her nest, and then head to the office space, where I dumped my formal discharge paperwork shortly after arriving. I settle her next to my big desk and do my best to concentrate on something else.

She attempts to climb out of her bed, but I put her back in. “Stay.”

She frowns and plonks down with a cute littlehmpfsound.

I try not to smile and keep my mind on my work instead. My handover papers are a mess, and while I’m pleased to have a task to transfer my attention to, my pretty human companion is so diverting, it takes all morning for me to sort things out. Eventually, I have to turn away from my sweet girl, so I can focus.

Barely a moment after my summaries and reports are completed and ready to send to the authorities, my thoughts are once again flooded with the inappropriate things I was trying to avoid. I’m going to need more distractions if I’m to keep my pet’s virtue intact. What do retired generals usually do? Write memoirs? I could do that, I suppose. I look over and find Vah-nyah watching me with great intention.

I reach over to pet her head, but she leans away.

The rejection is so out of character, I study her for a long time, and then get out the damaged human-keeper’s manual, to hopefully discover what the issue may be.

“Pee?” I ask her.

She crosses her arms over her breasts and glares at me.

“Eat?”

She turns her back to me.

“Vah-nyah,” I growl.

She flinches and looks over her shoulder with wary eyes, as if I may attack her.

I pluck her from her bed and set her on my lap. “What’s happening here, Pet?” I demand to know. “What do you want from me?”

She stares at me, her expression blank. She has no understanding of my language.

“Is it your teats?” I cup her breasts and fondle her nipples.

She inhales sharply and thrusts her chest at me.

“Are they sore?” I ask. “The book says that only happens if something is wrong or when you’re too full of milk.” I gently squeeze her nipples and slowly tug them downward. No milk beads at their tips. “You’re not producing yet, though.”

My little human hums at the attention and shuffles her way closer, sliding her bare sex along my thigh. She makes me hard so easily, and there’ll be no deflating my cock when my trousers now smell of her.

I pick her up and face her the other way, so I don’t have to watch her pretty eyes getting soft and fluttery with her pleasure. Then I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her close, so she can’t get carried away trying to mate my leg. She’s clearly a sexually charged little thing, which doesn’t help me resist her irresistibly enticing behaviors.

I pull the handbook over, to study the remaining pictures and re-read the legible text. “It does say I’m meant to stimulate your nipples, to help your body understand I want milk,” I explain out loud, even though she doesn’t understand. “I’ll do that as soon as I figure out what’s making you upset.”

Vah-nyah peers over the edge of my desk and stretches her neck to see the book, as if she wants to read too. It’s cute, the way she’s mimicking me. She struggles against my hold and gets closer, so I let her stand on my lap and lean over the desk.

I shouldn’t have.

Her sex is right in front of my face, and she smells too incredible to ignore. I spread her folds and kiss her little human cunt long and hard.

She gasps, and her legs tremble, but she lifts her tail, to better receive the attention. Her sex quivers, and I rumble happily while I lap up her exquisite juices.

“Mmm.Master,” she says on a moan. She says the word properly now, but her pleading tone makes my cock so stiff, Itongue-fuck her harder than ever. “Morr. Yeasss— uh… Taaan-es?” She tries to use my words. “Yes?Eat? Eat pet. Eat pet, Master.”

The sound of her speaking my mother-tongue makes me stop, but this isn’t what she wants. She impatiently stamps her feet on my lap and presses her buttocks to my face. “Master.”

I grip her hips and bury my face in her hind quarters, licking inside her sweet ass and her juicy fuck-hole.

She makes high-pitched squawks, and I reach for her breasts. Tug at her nipples the way I will once she’s come into milk for me.

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