Page 7 of Heavy Petting

I want to take her right now, on the clinic table. She’s so inviting, I can barely stand it. My cock is leaking pre-cum, wetting my leg where the restrictive fabric of my trousers has trapped my thick shaft. I quickly take off my pants and stand naked and free next to my precious Vah-nyah.

It’s a relief to be unrestrained, but it makes it a lot harder to concentrate when it would be so easy to mount her.

“She’s not well,” I remind myself through a clenched jaw, as I grit my teeth. “And I am her master. To do anything but give her the best of care would be indecent.”

I wash my hands and coat her wounds in a numbing, high-strength, antiseptic salve that should heal them within a day. Hopefully, without any scarring. I carefully trace the path of the lashings she has received. I would hate for her to bear these marks of cruelty for the rest of her life.

Through my movements to tend to her, Vah-nyah’s dark hair has fallen over her face. I sweep it back and discover she has trusted me with her body to the point of such relaxation, she has fallen asleep. Her long, thick eyelashes are a shade darker than her hair, and they quiver as she rests.

I run the pad of my thumb across her full lips, parting them slightly, before another sexual urge gives me pause. She will drink my semen when she wakes. The book says it is necessary, to cement our bond and begin her body’s journey into milk production, and I planned to serve it to her in a bowl, but the desire to press my cock between her soft lips… Itcallsto me. Even now, when she is asleep, the slackness in her jaw makes me want to see how far her mouth can stretch around me.

I lean back; try to catch my breath.

I have never felt so aroused around another being — and certainly could not have fathomed feeling this way about a human. Mypet. My desire to claim this female as asexualcompanion is so powerful, I’m appalled at how strongly I’m driven to act upon my urges. Is this more evidence of the instant connection I felt between our souls? Will this bond only strengthen as we nourish each other? She will take my semen, and I will take her milk, and we will both be granted satisfaction, like I gleaned from the cleanest pages of the handbook on the way here.

A pearl of seminal fluid has gathered at the tip of my cock, and I see no reason to waste it when I could use it to bring us closer together. I collect it with my thumb and smear it across her lips, leaving them wet. I collect a little more and press it into her mouth. She suckles gently, like a baby at the breast, and I utter an appreciative rumble.

Vah-nyah shivers in her sleep, and when I retract my thumb, her lush lips curl into a dreamy smile. Is she hungry?

I stand with my cock directly in front of her face and then gently press its tip to her lips like a kiss.

She sucks at my slit, drawing more pre-cum from me, and it tickles in the most delicious and devious way. I milk my shaft to give her a little more, before I pull back with difficulty.

It would be so nice to have her drink from me, just as it will be so satisfying for me to drink from her. But this is not the time for it.

I stroke her neck, and then roll her onto her side. Her breasts are of a decent size, and I cannot wait to bring her into milk. I lower my face to her chest and nuzzle at her soft, plump flesh, loving the way she smells. I take her nipple into my mouth and roll my tongue over it, to gain a feel for her. Her small teat is firm and erect, and soon it will become even thicker and easier to suckle. I latch on and pull with a firm suction.

Vah-nyah utters a soft moan in her sleep, and the mouth-watering scent of her arousal intensifies. I smile around her breast before letting it slip from my mouth. “I like it too, Pet. We will both enjoy my milking you.”

I tilt my head and study her face. The color in her cheeks is up, so I turn the temperature of the heating pad down, and then press my fingers to her forehead. I should take her temperature.

I roll her back onto her stomach and assess her wounds again. The redness and inflammation are fading, but she could still have a mild infection. I twiddle my fingers against my thigh and glance at the range of glass thermometers I was gifted to help care for my pet. She responded with sexual excitement when I had two of my fingers inside her tight little asshole, and I did so enjoy seeing her stretched…

I select one of the larger thermometers and lube the bulb at the end, before pressing it to her tiny, puckered ring. I nudge it at her a few times, allowing the lubricant to spread. “Open wide and sayaaah, Pet.”

I push the fat bulb firmly enough to breach her, and she flares around it beautifully.

Her eyes fly open again, and she searches for me. I smile and stroke her until her heart rate settles again. “Good girl,” I whisper, sliding the glass rod back and forth a few times before burying the thermometer deep in her back passage — all the way to the flared base, where I await the gage to record her temperature.

It’s taking longer than expected, so I reposition the thermometer, adjusting it a few times to get it situated better, before pressing it deep again. I tap at the gage, hoping to get a reading, and the thick base bumps at her ass.

Vah-nyah gives a delightful moan, and the scent of her arousal fills the clinic.

I moan too, frustrated I can’t mate her.

Or could I? She ismine. Would she like it?

I should wait until the muscle relaxants wear off and she’ll be able to resist if she pleases. I know I should. But the urge to bond is so strong, I can’t stop myself from doingsomething.

I scoop her rear end up and prop her knees beneath her in a way that presents her juicy little cunt for inspection. I jostle the thermometer in her ass, and Van-nyah’s sex twitches, as she gives a needy whimper. The flared temperature gage has finally given a reading of a mild fever, but the numbers are already dropping, and I’m in no rush to remove the thing when she seems to take pleasure from it.

My cocks strains at the sight of her dripping sex, and my balls throb with a pending release. I shake my head.No. I mustn’t. She is so small and delicate andhuman. I won’t. Not all the way. But maybe just…

I slide the broad tip of my cock through her slick folds, smearing her with my pre-cum, to mark her with my scent. “You’ll only ever be mine from now on, Pet. My special girl. You’ll have part of me inside you.”

I pump my cock with my hand, dripping more of my fluid at her, and then I rub it into her flesh with my tip, nudging at her tiny entrance while I entertain the idea of thrusting inside her.

I’m going to come. She makes me feel so wild.

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