Heavy Petting

5. Garonn

5

GARONN

H er eyes grow as wide as I’ve seen them, and her face flushes bright pink. She averts her gaze, and then tries to climb out of my lap.

I let her turn away but pin her back where she was, straddling my cock. We both seem to like that. She’s a sensitive wee thing, and her pleasure had such an effect on me, I couldn’t hold back my own. She doesn’t appear to like her sweet, delicate flavor, but I’m hopeful she’ll grow to love mine, because she’ll be swallowing a lot of it.

I accidentally dropped The Human-Keeper’s Handbook in the mud when I entered her prison, and many of the pages are now stuck together and unreadable, but from what I have been able to read, it suggests an exchange of our fluids is an incredibly pleasant, symbiotic exchange that helps with the bonding between monster and pet, while also supplying the human female with nutrients that will stimulate milk production. My little pet made me come in my pants, but she’ll be drinking the next orgasm I have, and I can’t wait for it to bring us closer in every way.

I’m anxious to get her home, clean her up, and heal her hurts, so she’ll be ready for her new life. She clearly does not understand a word I say, but I long to hear her call me Master in a more recognizable way. Her attempt was very cute, though. And the way she said her name was very beautiful. I will have to practice it before I say it to her face. I want to please her by saying it absolutely perfectly. Vah-nyah .

The carriage grows dim as the sun sets, and Vah-nyah’s little body relaxes against me. Before long, she is wilting in sleepiness, and I cuddle her closer, keeping her supported so she’ll feel safe.

It is well into the night when we arrive at my new estate, and she is so deeply asleep, she does not rouse as I prepare the clinic. Nor does she wake when I remove her cloak and lay her on the soft, heated pad upon the examination table. It seems almost unnecessary to sedate her further, but I do not wish for her to wake in pain or move too much while I treat her wounds.

I press the medicator wand to the pulsating vessel in her neck, administer a light, temporary dose of a muscle relaxant, and watch her body rest more heavily onto the warming pad. She may wake, but she will not have the ability to move, so there will be no risk of making her injuries worse. Her delicate hand twitches in mine, and I press a kiss to her palm before I attach the electrodes to her fingers, so I can monitor her wellbeing while I make my assessments.

Once I have her connected and I’m happy with the vitals on the screen, I arrange her onto her stomach and study the not-quite-healed stripes on her back. My chest aches for the pain she has suffered while someone marked her perfect skin. Somebody whipped her.

“Who could possibly believe you so naughty?” I gently stroke the soft skin along her side, before I press at the angry-looking edge of one of the healing welts.

Vah-nyah gives a muffled mewl and struggles to open her eyes. She suffers still.

I retract my probing claw and stroke her cheek.

She blinks at me, and then settles.

“I will make it better, sweet thing.” I reach for the drawer of longer-term pain medication, to extend her relief beyond what the wand can deliver for a human, and choose a mid-sized suppository. “You’ll feel no pain in my house, Vah-nyah,” I assure her sleepy form. I don a glove, lubricate my fingers, and spread her buttocks.

She snaps her eyes open, searching for me with a wildness in her gaze.

“Trust me, Pet. I’ll take good care of you.” I press the bullet-shaped pain relief into her anus, pushing it beyond her sphincter. Her eyes widen, and I work the medication into the walls of her rectum with my slippery finger, until it slowly melts to deliver its analgesia.

“You’ll start to feel better soon, Pet,” I murmur.

She adjusts quickly to the way I’m touching her, and a small whisper of a smile graces her lips while I massage her inner walls. Her eyelids flutter shut, and she utters a soft, appreciative moan, as the last of the pain relief dissolves inside her. The scent of her arousal thickens, and I slowly slide my finger in and out of her bottom, testing the strength of her sphincter while obvious enjoyment blooms in her expression. It feels incredibly sexual to penetrate her this way when she smells this aroused, and a rush of heat runs through me.

If my intentions are not medical, I am purely taking advantage of her. But she is my soul companion, and I’m to care for her intuitively. Does that include sexually sating her? She’s the human I was created to serve, so surely, my desires are driven by hers? I must finish cleaning and reading that handbook.

I pump my thick finger back and forth and watch her smile grow. “Does it feel good, Pet?” I ask.

I fuck her hot little ass with my finger and can’t help but think about doing it with my cock. That’s probably not a thought I should let myself indulge in, but it’s hard not to imagine how beautifully she’d squeeze me. The inviting look in her eyes has me incensed, and my heart begins to gallop. Would she want me to penetrate her?

Is that a thing monsters may do with the humans in their care? Is it part of keeping them happy? My cock strains in my trousers. She is a pretty little thing, and I can’t deny the desire building within me.

I slide my finger deeply and then withdraw a little. I do it slowly and repeatedly, while I watch her face to gauge her response.

She closes her eyes, and her lashes flutter against her cheeks that turn a beautiful shade of pink. Her breaths become more ragged, and I speed up my thrusts to match. Her eyes sparkle at me, alive with something magical that spurs me onward.

“ Mmm … That’s good, isn’t it?” I coo. “You’re nice and tight, Vah-nyah. Take a little more for Master.”

I massage her ribbed passage, add enough lube and pressure at her back entrance to relax her, and then slide a second finger into her perfectly elastic ass. With some training, I could stretch her enough to take my cock, which has grown incredibly hard from the thought of filling her. “Good girl. Very nice.”

She moans again, and her heady sexual musk intensifies beyond belief. It fills my nostrils and makes my blood rush, my horns throb, and my cock ache. The urge to mate her grips my insides in a nervous twist.

I withdraw my fingers from her ass, toss my glove into the bin, and spread her cheeks more, to inspect her hairy little sex. She’s dripping arousal. I part her folds wide, to stare at her pink and shining fuck-hole, and I can’t keep from leaning in closer. I breathe in her scent and drag the tip of my long tongue around her honeyed entrance, before I sink it slowly inside her sweet heat. I probe gently to find her limits, and then lean back with a grin. “I do believe you’re unbroken, Pet.”

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… It calls to 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. My pet . My desire to claim this female as a sexual companion 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 say aaah , 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 is mine . 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 doing something .

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 and human . 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.

I pull away and reach for a beaker to spurt into, but my pleasure doesn’t wait. I grip the end of my cock, to stifle the jet of cum that bursts from it before I can aim into the glass collection vial. My swollen seed sac empties in pulsing rushes of fluid, and I groan in relief, while I leave my other hand to drip my first blasts of semen onto the floor.

I glance at Vah-nyah, so beautiful with her ass still in the air, the thick glass thermometer stretching her hole, and her dark curls coated in her arousal. Without thinking, I step close and smear my seed-soaked hand across her sex. “ Mine ,” I whisper to her, as if it’s a secret she’s not yet allowed to know. “ Mine ,” I repeat and push some of my seed inside her, rimming the entrance of her human cunt with my finger.

Her sex quivers back at me, as if saying, I know , and a naughty thrill runs down my spine.

A deep, forbidden bonding has begun.