Page 29 of Heavy Petting

VANYA

It’s hot in the carriage, and Mahz-uhrr lowers the windows to let the fresh air in.

My hair blows in his face, and he rumbles happily before capturing a fistful and pulling me closer. He uses his grip to tilt my head sideways, and then kisses and nibbles at the side of my neck until I feel positively needy for him.

The more pleasure he gives me, the more I want it. He satisfies me several times a day, and it never feels like enough. I’m in love with his kind eyes, loving ways, and masterful touch. After a lifetime of deprivation, I can’t get enough of his doting.

He’s very creative when it comes to pleasing me, and I can tell he enjoys his wild antics as much as I do. I’m always excited when he wants to try new things with me, and I’d allow him anything, because he makes me feel so good. But more than that, he makes me feelcherished.

He doesn’t seem to have any hobbies besides me, and I adore being his favorite thing to do in all the world.

I rub myself against the bulge in his trousers, and he gives me a soft warning growl before he lifts me from his lap and places a soft towel beneath me. He doesn’t want me to mess his pants. We’re going out in public, and we have to look tidy.

I glance down at my bare breasts, unsure if my attire is appropriate, but as we approach a beautiful little village I’ve never seen before, my anxiety eases. A monster walks out of a store, leading a human behind him. The woman is on a leash like me, with her breasts exposed, and she even has a tail of sparkles swishing behind her.

I press my face to the window. She’s beautiful, and her smile is as big as the one growing on my face. We live in a whole new world, where we’re being taken care of, and strange as the changes may be, we’rehappy. No longer wary, I’m actually getting excited about where we’re going, and who I’ll meet — practically giddy about showing off my handsome monster.

The carriage bumps along, and my breasts bounce with the movement. The sensation grows more arousing as our trip goes on. Round and firm, my breasts are filling with milk, and the heavier they get, the more the bumps in the road excite me.

With my hands trapped inside my stocking-like gloves, I can’t ease any of the needy aches building within me, but I trust Mahz-uhrr to take care of me.

I squirm on his lap and look over my shoulder at him with pleading eyes.

He grunts softly and gently runs his clawed fingers down my throat, to cup one of my breasts. His approving hum reverberates through my body, and I rock on his towel-cloaked cock when it strains at me.

He’s not going to put it inside me the way I want him to. I’ve been begging for it since this morning, but he scrubbed me inside and out so well, I understand he needs me in pristine condition today.

I think we’re going to meet other people and monsters. Are they friends of his? Could I make some friends too? I haven’t really had a friend since I was a child. Besides my monster, of course. He’s the best friend I could ever have asked for.

I flutter my lashes at him, and he grins.

He lifts me and turns me to face him. After gazing into my eyes a while with a dreamy look on his face, he lowers his attention to my swollen breasts and wets his lips.

I shiver in his lap and rub myself against his hard cock.

We hit the cobbled streets of a town, and I’m bounced more rapidly. I gasp at the perfect friction between my legs and recall my first carriage ride with Mahz-uhrr. It was an introduction to how good my life was about to get.

My monster’s smile broadens, and he tongues one of his sharp teeth as he watches me getting pleasured by the unavoidable motion.

I thrust my chest at him, silently begging for him to suckle and relieve the building pressure of the milk I can’t stop making for him. Not that I’d want to stop lactating. He loves it, and I love it too. My body can please him on so many different levels, and I’m honored to provide nourishment to such a powerful male.

I’m also desperately in love with being milked. The tugging at my breasts, the closeness of our bodies, and the way I melt in relief both inside and out when a letdown comes and my milk is pulled from me? It’s pure delight, and I get so wet between my legs, Mahz-uhrr goes crazy for me. He can’t get enough of loving me, and I feel the same about him.

Just thinking about him feeding at my breast excites me deep within, but those thoughts have other effects, too — like starting the flow. My nipples prickle, and I look down to see tiny beads of milk collecting into bigger drips.

My monster swipes his finger over the droplets and takes it to his mouth as he stares at me with hot, hungry eyes.

“Mahz-uhrr,” I beg.

One side of his mouth curls up, and he opens the bag next to him. I glance over and see a strange little machine. When he fixes two miniature suction cups over my nipples and flicks aswitch to turn on the pump, I gasp and rub my sex over his firm cock even faster.

The small milking cups give very targeted nipple suction. It feels like two tiny mouths are suckling at the tips of my breasts, and it’s very different from Mahz-uhrr’s big, hot mouth or the larger cups he uses to milk me at home.

My milk flows down the tubing to a collection bottle for my monster, but as much as he loves milk, he’s not checking how much he’ll be getting. His eyes are on me.

I bounce and grind myself into a noisy, bucking frenzy, begging him loudly for more attention.

Mahz-uhrr’s eyes sparkle when he grins. His smile fades momentarily when he glances at the open carriage window, but then he reaches into the bag and pulls out a small ball with leather straps attached to it.

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