Heavy Petting

9. Garonn

9

GARONN

I carry 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.

I look between her bed and mine, and then pick her nest up with her still asleep inside it and place it on my mattress, next to where I will sleep. I give an approving nod, get back on my bed, and curl myself around her nest, dangling my fingers over the low sides, to touch her soft hair.

“Sleep well, beautiful pet. Master loves you very much. Even in ways he probably shouldn’t. But we don’t need to tell anyone about that. We’ll just keep doing what feels right for us.”

I drift off to sleep smiling, and when I wake, it’s still night, but something is different. What is it? For a moment, I lie in the darkness, trying to gain my bearings. A little kissy sound reaches my ears, and I feel a gentle tug at my finger.

Careful not to move my hand or make any sudden movements, I peer over the side of Vah-nyah’s nest and marvel at what my night vision allows me to see.

She is sucking my finger. In her sleep.

Is she hungry? Or only dreaming? Should I wake her?

A devious thought enters my mind. I carefully extract my little human from her nest, and settle her onto my mattress without it. Then I lie down next to her with my cock within suckling distance, close my eyes, and wait to see what happens when I tempt fate.