Page 13 of Heavy Petting
I close my eyes and float in a state of pure joy. My body is learning a new language, it seems, and I listen carefully, memorizing every beautiful nuance. A new sensation washes over my sensitive pleasure nerves, soothing their rawness in a thick coat of warmth, like a comforting, fluid-like blanket. My eyes are too heavy to open, my limbs, too heavy to lift. I am totally vulnerable to him and happy to be so. If this is how life will be in my new home, it’ll be fine by me. Mahz-uhrr is treating me very, very well.
Spent, I drift in a state of half-sleep, and he slips the tool from my bottom. It leaves me feeling used in the best way, and I hope I pleased him by doing as he wanted. I won’t be scared next time, now that he’s shown me what impossible-seeming miracles my body can do.
I lift my nose to the air and breathe deeply. The new aromas I’m encountering in my monster’s world are becoming familiar.This is a good sign. They are smells of home — like the sweet scent of his delicious soup filling the room. He must be making a new batch for me, and even though I’m not especially hungry, I would definitely have some more. It made me feel sated and vibrant and strong, and I liked everything about it. I wet my lips and open my mouth like a baby bird. Will he feed me some, or will I have to force myself to open my eyes and be awake enough to beg for more spoon-feeding?
“Tah-nes, mo Spraah,” he whispers, pressing a warm soupy finger into my mouth. I suck at it and hum as happily as he does. It tastes good, and once I’ve licked him clean, I open my mouth for more. It’s so nice to not have to do anything but lie back and let him care for me.
When my heat pad slowly spins with me on it, I don’t get scared or try to stop it or run away. I let him do as he pleases, trusting that he’ll make me feel good. He is so very good at it. I have never felt this wonderful in all my life.
He slowly turns my resting place around, until my face is near his. He smells of the place between my legs, but now that I know he likes that, I like it too. Though I prefer his soup and could definitely use the energy it gives me.
“Mahz-uhrr?” I make sure I pronounce his name as best I can.
“Tah-nes?” he purrs near my ear, before he kisses my forehead and each of my fluttering eyelids.
“More, please,” I request in a breathy voice. I keep my eyes closed, open my mouth, and wait.
A drop of warm soup hits my chin, and I reach for it with my tongue, flick it into my mouth, and swallow it down. I feel stronger already.
“Ohm-bah, Spraah,” my monster instructs. He crowds closer, places his finger on my chin, and gently opens my mouth.
Doesohm-bahmeanopen?
I do as I’m told, and he drips soup onto my waiting tongue. It feels so cozy and nice to have him this close when I’m so sleepy. His musky scent mixes with the sweet soup smell and makes me shiver, and when he presses more of the delicious liquid to my lips, I lick and suckle happily. He must be feeding me with his thumb, because it’s much bigger than his finger. I can only latch on to the tip when I suckle, but I get a lot more soup. He has a little dimple or divot that seems to be full of it, and I sweep my tongue through it, testing how deep it is and how much more I can get, but Mahz-uhrr pulls away with a surly rumble.
He spills soup all over me, and I rise with a gasp, but he pins me back down with a huge hand over my eyes, so I can’t see. He mutters soft words that sound like an apology and scoops globs of soup from my breasts and belly and thighs. It tickles like crazy, and I wriggle and shiver as the air cools it on my skin.
“You’re rubbing it in,” I say with a giggle when his cleaning attempts only lead to it being smeared all over me.
When he finally lets me up to see, I’m covered in it. We look at each other and laugh. I scoop some from my breast and take it to my mouth, before I hold my hands up for him to collect me the way we both like. “I may need another bath, Mahz-uhrr.”
He grunts softly and collects me into his arms. I clamp my legs around his thick sides and loop my arms around his neck. My slippery chest slides against his, messing his soft pelt, but he doesn’t seem to mind. I guess we’re both going into the pool.
He’s very careful not to drop me and constantly shrugs me higher if I slip. Every time it happens, the little pleasure bud between my legs rubs against his dark, damp fuzz, and my nipples drag against his firm sueded surfaces, until they’re hard and tingling.
My monster takes care to clean me very well, and when he washes my breasts, he spends extra time stroking me and rubbing my nipples.
It feels wonderful, and the more he does it, the more luxurious my new life appears to be. The time and care he takes with me makes me feel very special. He hasn’t made me do a single chore to earn my keep, and he showers me with praise and pleasure and affection. I almost can’t believe what a sweet and loving male he is.
Real monsters aren’t at all as bad as the imagined ones people made them out to be. I’ve always been treated poorly by men, but I could get used to being this monster’s favorite little friend.
9
GARONN
Icarry Vah-nyah to my bedroom and lay her in the warm nest I have made for her next to my bed. I stroke her soft, shiny hair and gaze down at her fondly. Her spent little body is exhausted, and after spilling my seed over her so many times, I too could use a good night’s sleep.
Mayhaps I will dream of the way she suckled at my cock and slipped her tongue into my slit, seeking my seed. It’s not how the handbook suggests a master should feed his pet, but I’ve grown hard again just thinking about it. Surely, if she is meant to drink of me, and I of her, the mode in which the exchange occurs need not be so cold a transaction, like using a bowl and spoon? Mealtimes are meant to be a nourishing bonding process, so the closer we are, the better? It is not as though I couldn’t train her to act as I please, considering how obedient she became, once her fear was proven unwarranted.
My precious pet certainly seems to enjoy my flavor, so I hold high hopes that she will learn to please her master this way. Tomorrow, her training will begin in earnest, for I am determined to have her suck my cock knowingly — with her eyes wide open.
I wish for her to kneel before me, open her mouth, and unfurl her tongue to cushion my cock, while I stare into her pretty eyes and stroke myself until I spurt more cum in her mouth than she can take. I want it to drip all over her beautiful breasts. Will they swell soon? How long will it be, before I can milk her? I must check the clean pages of the handbook again. As I recall, it shouldn’t take long once she has been nourished by me.
I shuck off my pants, climb into bed, and lie staring at the ceiling a while, before rolling over to watch Vah-nyah sleep. My fingers ache to stroke her, but she is just out of reach. I hop out of bed and am pushing her nest nearer, when I hesitate. How close can I keep her?
The manual said a human will need their own space sometimes. That it is good not to overwhelm them, because they can be fragile in both body and mind if disturbed. It is written that even the source of their food should remain a mystery to them for as long as possible, as they do not always respond to the knowledge favorably.
A sigh escapes me. It would be a shame if Vah-nyah decided not to accept my seed once she knew where her meals were coming from. It would stunt our mutually beneficial companionship before our bond has a chance to develop. Perhaps I will keep it a secret from her for a bit longer. Just in case.
