Heavy Petting

7. Garonn

7

GARONN

I grip the table and spill my seed into Vah-nyah’s food bowl.

I almost didn’t make it to the kitchen. I’m going to have to train her to swallow it directly from my cock, because my little human female makes me want to come constantly.

At this rate, I’m going to be depleted before she can reciprocate nourishment by providing me milk.

Once my nutrients are inside her, we’ll be on our way to becoming a self-sustaining unit, but if I don’t bring her milk in soon, I’ll waste away first. Now that I’ve tasted her sweet cunt and had her pleasure fill my soul with joy, the thought of subsisting on my old diet of mealy, tasteless gruel and cow’s milk is hard to stomach. I must feed her my seed at once.

Will she gobble it down and beg for more? She practically tried to eat my hand when I gave her vitamin-packed fruity treats.

I squeeze the last of the cum from my cock with a soft moan. Her warm mouth suckled at me beautifully, and I couldn’t help but wish she would nurse my cock the same way. Another shot of seed bursts forth at the thought.

There may be something wrong with me.

Do all monsters feel this way about their human pets? Is it in the big handbook I was given? Only half of the guidebook is readable now, but haven’t read anything describing this. Why wouldn’t it be written on page one? I have no experience or guidance to assist me with the things I’m feeling; I am going by instinct. My very horny, very confusing instinct.

Is it our soul-companion bond that has me so aroused by this sweet creature?

I have not found humans attractive before — though I have never been around one so innocent and beautiful.

If this is what is meant to happen between monsters and their human pets, then why didn’t anybody mention it? I’ve never heard of such a thing. In truth, I never thought to imagine it was possible. How many other monsters are secretly coveting their pets with a thought to mate them?

I swallow hard, set a little spoon next to Vah-nyah’s bowl, and then head to my dressing room to don some trousers. The way she looks at my cock makes it swell, and I need to restrain myself if I’m to help her feel safe in her new home.

When I go to retrieve her, she is huddled in the corner of her pen. Have I scared her with my lack of control? My heart aches. I put her in a cage for her own safety while I couldn’t give my full attention to her, but now I see my mistake. I remove the barrier, and then collapse it altogether and bend the metal frame into a ball. I roll it away, kneel next to her, and keep my voice very soft when I open my arms. “Vah-nyah, come to Master.”

She keeps her head low but turns toward my voice, and then crawls toward me and climbs into my lap. I wrap my arms around her and press my face to her soft hair. “I am sorry if I scared you, Pet. I did not mean to. You’re safe. Master won’t hurt you. I promise.”

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 guide it 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 patting her 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 and regularly .

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.