“I’m right fucking here, Pet.” I straddle her milking frame and stand so close behind her barred-in back-end, my thighs brush against the backs of hers. I shuffle slightly away again, angle my shaft to press the big head of my monster cock to her cunt, and then lean in, to stretch the opening of her tight little fuck-hole.
I barely get anywhere before she’s crying out and bucking in her cage, while she comes on the tip of my cock and squirts her juices all down her legs. Once her twitchy sex is done slurping my tip, I lick her clean, detach the milking cups from her sagging body, and release the restraining bars so I can extract her.
“There. See?” I turn her in my arms and cradle her so we can see each other’s faces. “Not so scary?”
I look at her gorgeous breasts with their enlarged, rouged nipples and wet my lips. “Soon, it’ll be even better,” I promise before dipping my head to soothe her swollen teats with a gentle suckle.
She wilts in my arms, surrendering to me so fully, my inner lust monster fizzes with satisfaction and joy. I’m going to love my submissive little hucow forever.
I haven’t found anything in theHuman-keeper’s Handbookabout a monster developing sexual interest in his human, but it’shappening. I can’t deny it. Nor do I have the strength to fight such a powerful urge for much longer.
Vah-nyah is a sexual creature. She wants me to pleasure her more frequently than the book suggests is usual, and while I find it immensely rewarding to cater to her needs, it is not without considerable effort to resist my intense attraction to her. She induces such lust inside me, I’m driven half-mad with it, and I’m becoming more certain with each passing hour that mating her is the only thing that will slake the incredible need she inspires within me.
Such a thing may be taboo, but nobody needs to know. I can keep our forbidden love a secret.
“Let’s go massage your breasts and get you ready for bed, precious pet,” I murmur as her breathing slows to a soft and sleepy, rhythmical purr. “You’ve had a big day, and I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be even better.”
14
VANYA
Iwake in Mahz-uhrr’s bed, snuggled close to his warmth.
My breasts feel bigger than yesterday, and I understand where this is headed, but I don’t fear the milking process anymore. If anything, I’m frightened by how much I may love it.
Yesterday, I got my first taste of what it will be liked to be a human cow. The sensations were new, but from the moment I realized Mahz-uhrr had me trapped, I was made to feel only pleasure. He’s teaching me wonderful new things about my body I didn’t know were possible, and if he wants me to try more, I won’t hesitate to obey. He’ll make sure I enjoy them.
I nuzzle his soft pelt, breathe in his intensely masculine scent, and listen to the strong, steady beat of his heart. His arm comes over me, forming a protective shield against the light of day that forces its brightness into the room through the heavy curtains. Everything feels safe and perfect, including the plentiful and slick mess of his fluids between my thighs.
When did he do that?
I can’t be sure, but it always seems right to have this trace of him there. In a way, it makes me feel even morehis, a thought I’m falling more in love with as each minute passes, because he treats me so well. I worked hard all my life for poor treatment bymy human masters, but in my monster’s home, I receive many wonderful gifts, for barely lifting a finger — delicious things to eat, kindness and healing, and a special kind of pleasurable attention I don’t know how to describe.
I smile against his velvety skin and intentionally rub my thighs together. The slide of his spill on my skin is titillating. I like that his cock feeds me and that he seems to enjoy the taste of my sex in a similar fashion, but Iadoreit when his juices combine with my own to cause this soaked and slippery sensation between my legs. It gives my sex tingles in the best way and brings a hungry kind of magic to our relationship that sends thrills to every part of me.
Sometimes it’s clear that he’s holding himself back. I don’t know what from, but when he pushes at me like he wants to get inside and then retreats, all I want him to do is give in and do it.
It’s as if he’s at war with himself. His hesitation and restraint send a very different message than his pinning me down and spurting cock-juices at me with a wild delight in his eyes.
It’s like we love this intimate activity but that we’renotsupposed to love it. Like it’s a secret. And maybe it is. I’ve never heard of a human falling in love with a monster, but that’s what I’m doing. What I’ve done. If he asked me to marry him, I would.
He’s kind and generous and sweet, and he makes my body want to do things I don’t understand. My monster seems attuned to my internal rhythms, because the more pleasure I want to feel, the more he gives me.
I want to please him too, and I know he wants milk, so I’m going to do all I can to give it to him. I just need to learnhow.
He’s been massaging my breasts a lot. It must have something to do with making them grow. A big monster surely needs big breasts to provide enough milk to feed him. I consider the bulk and muscle I’m pressed against. A male his size could probably drink alotof milk.
I carefully extract myself from the comfort of his sleeping form, sit up to assess my breasts, and am astounded by their size. They felt large pressed against him, but now I can see them, and they’rehuge. Bigger than the giant watermelons my mistress brought home for Wendell to smash last summer, and just as firm.
How much bigger will I need to be? My skin is stretched already.
Thelotion.
I fell asleep to him rubbing it into my breasts last night. It was soothing and nice, and when I glance at the table next to the bed, it’s still there. I reach for it, squirt some into my hand and begin rubbing it into my breasts the way he did.
It feels wonderful on my tight skin, and when I use it on my nipples, pleasure pools in my core, accompanied by the urge to rub myself against my handsome monster and not stop until an explosion of delight makes me drench his short fur.
I squeeze my slippery thighs together and consider his behavior when he shoots fluid from his cock — the strain in his jaw as he moans, the tightness he grips himself with, his staggered breaths and hungry rumbles giving way to relieved sighs… He gets pleasure from it, and like me, he makes things wet when he’s beside himself with the intensity of his release.