Page 11 of Heavy Petting

She presses her soft little body closer but doesn’t lift her face, and I miss her eyes gazing up at me. I stroke her chin and guideit upward, so I can see her better. “You are very beautiful, Pet. You give me wonderful feelings, and sometimes I get too excited, but it doesn’t mean you are anything less than perfect. It is only that I am… tested by you. Tempted, as it were. You are so very tempting.” I stroke my fingertips over her nipples and they rise for me. As does the glorious scent emanating from betwixt her thighs. She entices me even now, so soon after I orgasmed.

Her soft belly rumbles, and I flatten my hand over it. “I must feed you, Pet.”

I pull her closer and stand. Her legs part around my body, and I support her bottom, jostling her into a position where her breasts press to my chest, and she can gaze over my shoulder while I carry her through the house toward the kitchen. I set her onto the table, but she is so close to the edge. What if she falls? Her legs are so thin and look unsteady.

“You must be careful, Pet,” I warn, as I guide her onto her hands and knees. She looks much steadier, and I rather like the tilt of her pelvis in this position. When I view her from behind, I can see her cute little asshole and a small, intriguing strip of pink flesh protruding from the shining slit set into her curls. She has two sets of lips down there, and I get hard thinking about kissing them both. I can’t stop enjoying the way the slim inner ones play peek-a-boo through the chubby outer ones. The rosy fold of flesh pokes out like a tiny little tongue, and without thinking, I lean down to flick at it with my own.

Vah-nyah startles and crawls forward, so she can look back at me with her big blue eyes. I run my tongue over the sharp tips of my teeth and grin. “You are mine to care for, Pet. If you are willing, I will do so however I please.”

She shivers, and I yearn to stroke her from head to rump, but her wounds are still visible, and I don’t want to damage her sensitive skin or disrupt the healing process. I settle for pattingher lightly on the head, and then I collect her feed bowl and spoon.

Perhaps it really is that simple? If she is mine, I may do as I like with her?

I don’t have to tell other monsters what I do with my human pet, just as they do not tell me what they do with theirs. Perhaps all masters desire to mate their pets? Perhaps they do it andregularly.

I tuck my cock between my legs and sit on the chair in front of her, trapping my erection where it won’t alarm her. It strains against my thigh, but I ignore it. My pet is hungry and needs to be fed. I scoop up a spoonful of my seed and hold it to her lips.

She raises her eyebrows and tries to take the spoon from me. I move it out of reach, shake my head, and hold it to her lips again. It’s my duty to make sure she is nourished, and I won’t have her waste a single drop.

She sniffs it, smiles, and opens her mouth.

“That’s master’s good little pet,” I coo, watching her take her first taste of my monster cum.

8

VANYA

He wants to feed me himself.

It doesn’t make much sense. Does he think me so important he would give up his time to do something so trivial? When I tried to relieve him of the chore, he clicked his tongue in a scolding way, so that was the wrong thing to do. I haven’t eaten much for days, and I’m starving. The soup he’s offering smells amazing, so I open my mouth for him to give me some.

“Je be Mahz-uhrr du, Spraah,” he rumbles happily.

I’ve pleased him.

I open my mouth wider and lean toward the spoon. He carefully delivers the soup, and it spills over my tongue, lighting up my taste buds like nothing I’ve ever tasted before. It’s cooler than I expected. Warm, not hot, and the texture is strange. It’s like slippery honey that rolls down my throat and makes my heart beat twice as strong. I lick at the spoon, and then look at how much more there is in the bowl. I want it. All of it.Now.

“More,” I demand, forgetting my manners. I shuffle closer and tilt my open mouth upward, ready for the next spoonful.

My monster grins, and he obliges. I think my appetite surprises us both, but Mahz-uhrr does not seemed displeased. If anything, he’s excited by it. He sits on the edge of his seat,feeding me as quickly as he can, as if it’s a game and we’ll win if I finish faster. I try to do him proud, and it gets a little messy, but I’ve soon taken the entire bowlful.

I wipe my mouth and lick my fingers clean, while I look at the soup I’ve spilled down my front. It gets stickier when it’s cold, but it still tastes delicious. I scoop some from between my breasts, suck it from my fingertips, and risk a glance at Mahz-uhrr, hoping he’s not angry that I’ve made such a mess of myself after he took the time to wash me.

He doesn’t look upset. He looks very pleased, actually. My face warms under the glow of his pride. I collect another big dollop of soup from my breast, take it to my mouth, and savor its taste as I clean my hand with my tongue.

“More?” he asks.

I frown. Is he speaking his language or mine? Either way, I understand, and I would definitely enjoy some more, but when I crane my neck to see into the big bowl, it’s empty.

He pats my sticky belly that has grown round from my meal. “Hmm.”

He sets the bowl aside, gathers the last of my mess from my breasts, and feeds it to me with his fingers. I suck it from him, and he grunts softly. “Mo bre-shay, Spraah.”

His other hand fondles my ear, and then he strokes my hair, trailing his clawed fingers gently down my spine. For the first time since we arrived, I remember the welts on my back. I twist and press my lips together in a whimper as his touch crosses a stripe that’s still tender.

Mahz-uhrr pulls his hand back in a hurry, his expression one of concern and regret. “Oh, mo Spraah,” he whispers. He gathers me into his arms and carries me through his big monster-sized house.

He takes me to a room I recognize as the clinic, where he put things in my bottom and made me feel good. It looks and smellsmuch better than the frightening doctor’s surgery I had to go to when my mistress found me after the whipping, when I was in pain and covered in blood. Mahz-uhrr is a much better healer. And much more handsome. Am I allowed to think that about a monster?

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