Page 26 of Heavy Petting

“Mmm… You want cock. Don’t you, Pet? Your body is probably craving a little human male to breed it, but no man will touch you again. They don’t deserve your sweet soul, and they could never satisfy you the way a much bigger beast will. I’ll give you more cock than you know what to do with, and onlymyseed is to fill this pretty cunt. I won’t ever put you in a breeding program like the book says some monsters do with their pets. If any man eventriesto mount you, I’ll kill him. You’remine.”

I thrust my tongue inside her and tickle the thin veil of chastity I’m going to destroy with my cock.

Her legs quiver, and she utters needy sighs and whimpers while the mechanical restraints hold her tight.

I push the tip of my tongue at her limits, nudging at the smooth, flexing barrier before withdrawing again. One hard thrust should do it.

IfI can force her to accommodate my size.

I slip my fingers just inside her entrance and push against her delicate petals, testing how easily she’ll open. She moansand rocks, and I smile when I find her more elastic than last I checked. The lotion has helped make her more pliable, and she’ll need to be. My cock is the thickest it’s ever been.

Consumed by my desire, I arch my back and grip the straining organ in my fist. She bucks against her holding frame, and I move in close behind her, to smear her cunt with pre-cum from my tip. “Time to please your master in a new way, Pet.”

18

VANYA

My body is shaking, and my thoughts are a blur. The machine tugs at my breasts, my monster master has fingered my bottom, and he keeps teasing my sex with pleasure and then easing back. It’s driving me mad with desire, and I can’t focus on anything but the need inside me. When will it end?

His name slips repeatedly from my desperate lips, but still he makes me wait. My sex twitches at his rumbling, hungry words, and he utters what sounds like promises while he grips and probes and laps at my ramping excitement.

I’m trapped and powerless, but I’ve been driven into a state of desire I’d never choose to leave, because as torturous as it is to have him toy with me like this, he’s making me feel incredible, and I know it’s going to feel so good if I can handle all he expects of me. I’m seduced. Totally and absolutely. My monster has full control over my body’s pleasure, and my mind is along for the joyride. Everything he does is building my internal pressure into something amazing, and the anticipation is killing me. Unable to bear being still, I push against the bars holding me in place and make them rattle.

His massive bulk and heat move closer, and his soft pelt brushes against the backs of my thighs. He spreads my folds anddrags something big and smooth through my slippery crease. His cock. It’s huge, bulbous head grazes both sides of my thighs, giving me its measure, and my sex tingles with the familiar magical thrill of his fluids mixing with mine.

I press my lips together on a moan and shuffle my legs wider, to give him better access. Last time, he pulsed his fluids right inside me, and the warm rush of it spread nearly to my core, where I crave his attention the most. I want him to do it again and again and…

Oh, this milking business makes me long for things I don’t have the right words to express, but when my big master presses his fat cock at the entrance to my womanhood and starts to push inside, all my thoughts come into alignment.Yes.

A switch flicks with a loudclick, and the tugging at my breasts intensifies. I gasp and pant, as the pressure at my sex increases. He’s stretching my outer lips open with his fingers and forcing his massive cock to breach my entrance.

I squeak and seize tight around the tip of his huge cock.

He grunts at me, and gently slaps my left buttock. “Surrmahd.” He firmly strokes his hand from my neck to my bottom, and then spanks me again. “Surrmahd, Spraah.”

The familiar word curls around my brain, and my panic eases, because I’ve come to know what it means. He uses the same word when he wants me to relax and let go. To surrender to him, trusting he’ll take care of me.

I take a deep breath and release my tension as I exhale. His praise fills my ears, and I lean heavily against the padding of my frame with a smile. I’ve done what he wanted, and I know what will come next. Thereward. He’s going to take good care of me.

He eases back, and then pushes his cock at me even more firmly. I catch myself clenching, but when his fingers clap against my bottom, I stop resisting and surrender to the stretch.

Mahz-uhrr practically purrs with approval, and my relaxation allows him to wedge himself deeper. The stretch intensifies, until I’m pulled completely taut, and then he slowly, slowly forces himself inside me.

“Je mo en foigin du, Spraah.” He’s panting as much as I am. “Za foigin bre-shay.”

I smile at his wondrous tone, proud to have made him so happy. Proud to have taken his size the way he wanted, though I feel tight and full and awkward in my milking position.

I want tomove.

I need to shift around, to adjust to the sheer size of him, and I do my best, but he grips my hips hard and keeps me still. “Scurrah,” he commands in such a tone that I immediately stay where he wants me. “En du,” he says in approval.

He advances. A little at first, as if testing. He squirts cool, wet liquid at me, making things more slippery between us, and then rocks back and forth again, greasing the movement until he can slide the big head of his cock in and out of me with ease.

He turns up the suction at my teats, and my sex grips at him. I’m already on the verge of a throbbing climax. He utters a delicious moan, and I know exactly what he means. It feels so good, to be milked while my back end is slick and stretched around him, and each time he moves, my core wants to shatter into a rippling burst of wild energy.

He pulls right out of me, and I whimper on the edge of my pleasure, pining for the push he could give me. “Mahz-uhrr.”

“Tah-nes, mo spraah,” he croons, readying his cock at my entrance again. “Es bre clookin.”

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