Page 20 of Heavy Petting

He blinks at me, a confused expression on his face.

I cover my breasts and the curls between my legs. “Clothes for Spraah?”

My monster frowns. “Garab?” He shakes his head and removes my hands from their positions so I’m no longer covering myself. “Nah fo desh.”

“What if I’m cold?” I rub my arms and pretend to shiver.

He gets up and taps at a small set of buttons on the wall, and then collects me into his arms and carries me to a warm room that smells of leather and spices.

“What is this place?” I stare at the leather straps on the walls.

Mahz-uhrr doesn’t answer, but he does open a drawer and pulls out something that looks like clothes. Stockings?

He sets me upon a velvet cushion on a nearby countertop, and then kneels before me. He kisses my foot, holds up one of the thick stockings, and taps my toes. “Pazzan.”

I don’t know what it means until he gives me a treat for pointing my toes. “En du, Spraah,” he praises, sliding a stocking onto my leg.

They’re obviously high-quality garments. The deeply brown fabric is soft and luxurious against my skin, and his fingers dragthe long sock higher and higher. It’s padded at the knees and reaches all the way up my leg before stopping about an inch shy of my curls.

He dons the next one on me too, massaging my leg as he goes, until I’m putty under his retracted claws. With both stockings on, my legs look warm and plush, and I kick my feet with glee before I lean forward to see what else he pulled out of the drawer for me.

It looks like a leather belt, but when he fits it around my waist, it’s softer than any leather I’ve ever felt. It’s velvety, like him, and I shiver when he strokes my thighs and connects the tops of the stockings to the belt, so they won’t fall down.

He leans back to look at me and gives an approving grunt. He returns to the drawer and pulls out another set of stockings and belts. He shakes them out, and requests my hand by holding out his.

Oh. They’re sleeves? Ones that are held together by a crisscrossing little harness. I raise my arm, and he slides the fabric up to my shoulder. I study the strange design while he pulls on the second one. The elbows are padded, the ends are sealed like mittens, and there’s also padding on the palm-sides of my hands, like the soles of slippers. I pat my thigh, and then look at Mahz-uhrr, because it’s like wearing a sock on my hand, which seems silly. How will I do things?

He tugs the second sleeve up to my shoulder, and the supple leather straps form an X over my chest, crossing in the center of my breasts, so those remain free. He steps behind me and cinches it tight enough for the straps to lightly press into my skin, and buckles them behind by back, between my shoulder blades.

I glance down at myself and clap my padded hands together. I no longer have use of my fingers, and I can’t reach behind myback to fumble with the buckle to remove it. I’m trapped. I’ll be utterly dependent on Mahz-uhrr for absolutely everything.

I look to my monster in alarm. He’s been so kind to me, but what if I need to do something? Clean something? Protect myself?

“Bre brah, Spraah.” He lifts my chin with his finger, puffs out his chest, and waits for me to do the same. I do as he bids and receive a fruity reward and a pat on the head.

He takes a step back to appraise me and nods in approval before raising his finger. He goes back to the drawer and retrieves a strip of matching fabric with loops and a buckle on it. He holds it to my neck, and I swallow hard as he straps it on. It feels like a soft, warm scarf, but it’s a collar.

“Umberree,” he rumbles in a tone I feel between my legs.

He lifts me from the counter and positions me on my hands and knees on the floor. He says my name and indicates that I should crawl around him in a circle.

Unsure, I take one step forward with my hand. He gives me an encouraging grin and gestures for me to continue, so I take another one.

Mahz-uhrr cheers, gives me a treat, and then gives my bare pussy a playful swat that gets me moving in a hurry.

I crawl around him, and he claps his hands and gives me another treat. He seems so happy, that I do another lap. The padding on my hands and knees makes it feel as if I’m floating on cushions, and if I’m honest, it reminds me of a time when I was allowed to play with the other children in the orphanage. Before my only friends were a mop and a bucket.

My monster gets on his hands and knees too and bends down, to nudge at me with his nose, like he’s an animal too. He nips at my side, and I gasp.

I swing my gaze to the spot, but I see no pink mark on my skin, and if I think about it, it didn’t actually hurt. It made myheart pound, and my mind assumed the worst, but it also excited me — the same way as when he’s touching parts of my body nobody else ever touched.

He grins with his slightly pointed teeth, and heat fills my face. He crawls around behind me to inspect my rear, and then he licks at my sex and my upper thighs. I’ve made them wet again, and I’m beginning to understand it’s because of the pleasurable sensations he creates inside me.

My muscular monster is a much bigger animal than I am. We’re on our hands and knees, but he seems much larger somehow. He’s easily double my size — probably closer to three times. And when he moves his huge bodyovermine, like we’re a pair of nesting tables, the thrill in my core ramps up to a curious degree. His big arms block me in at the front, and he slots one of his legs between mine, urging me to spread myself wider at the back end. I do as I’m bid, and he slides his cock between my upper thighs, pumping his hips and rubbing us both slick with my arousal.

I look between my arms and legs, to see him dripping his tasty fluid on the floor. My belly gnaws at me with a sudden hunger, and I stomp my hand-paws on the ground because I’m trapped where I am. “Mahz-uhrr,” I plead, trying to break free of his barred limbs. “Spraah… How do you sayeat? Spraahtahg?”

He stills his thrusting and lifts one arm, so I can crawl out from under him, turn around, and crawl back in, facing the other way. I suck at his cock, and before long, he’s spurting his hot goodness down my throat.

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