Heavy Petting

11. Garonn

11

GARONN

I want to mate her so badly, I can barely function.

The second I pushed my seed into her with my fingers, I wanted to mount her and spurt inside her directly — and I could have sworn she wanted it. Her eyes practically begged me to fill her, like her soul craved it as much as mine.

She’s so delicate. And human. If I succumb to my urges, I’ll have fucked my pet . And worse, I may break her. She’s so much smaller than me, and I don’t wish to cause her harm, but if I can’t get myself under control, I’m going to cross a line. All the lines. I’m almost glad half the handbook’s pages are ruined, so I can’t finish reading it and find out how many rules I’ll break if I act on my desires when I’m meant to be keeping Vah-nyah safe.

I need something to distract myself. There must be some work I can do. My hand curls at the thought of my blade, but there is no longer an enemy to fight. The battle I face now is the one waged within me. How do I best care for my little female?

I collect her and her nest, and then head to the office space, where I dumped my formal discharge paperwork shortly after arriving. I settle her next to my big desk and do my best to concentrate on something else.

She attempts to climb out of her bed, but I put her back in. “ Stay .”

She frowns and plonks down with a cute little hmpf sound.

I try not to smile and keep my mind on my work instead. My handover papers are a mess, and while I’m pleased to have a task to transfer my attention to, my pretty human companion is so diverting, it takes all morning for me to sort things out. Eventually, I have to turn away from my sweet girl, so I can focus.

Barely a moment after my summaries and reports are completed and ready to send to the authorities, my thoughts are once again flooded with the inappropriate things I was trying to avoid. I’m going to need more distractions if I’m to keep my pet’s virtue intact. What do retired generals usually do? Write memoirs? I could do that, I suppose. I look over and find Vah-nyah watching me with great intention.

I reach over to pet her head, but she leans away.

The rejection is so out of character, I study her for a long time, and then get out the damaged human-keeper’s manual, to hopefully discover what the issue may be.

“Pee?” I ask her.

She crosses her arms over her breasts and glares at me.

“Eat?”

She turns her back to me.

“ Vah-nyah ,” I growl.

She flinches and looks over her shoulder with wary eyes, as if I may attack her.

I pluck her from her bed and set her on my lap. “What’s happening here, Pet?” I demand to know. “What do you want from me?”

She stares at me, her expression blank. She has no understanding of my language.

“Is it your teats?” I cup her breasts and fondle her nipples.

She inhales sharply and thrusts her chest at me.

“Are they sore?” I ask. “The book says that only happens if something is wrong or when you’re too full of milk.” I gently squeeze her nipples and slowly tug them downward. No milk beads at their tips. “You’re not producing yet, though.”

My little human hums at the attention and shuffles her way closer, sliding her bare sex along my thigh. She makes me hard so easily, and there’ll be no deflating my cock when my trousers now smell of her.

I pick her up and face her the other way, so I don’t have to watch her pretty eyes getting soft and fluttery with her pleasure. Then I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her close, so she can’t get carried away trying to mate my leg. She’s clearly a sexually charged little thing, which doesn’t help me resist her irresistibly enticing behaviors.

I pull the handbook over, to study the remaining pictures and re-read the legible text. “It does say I’m meant to stimulate your nipples, to help your body understand I want milk,” I explain out loud, even though she doesn’t understand. “I’ll do that as soon as I figure out what’s making you upset.”

Vah-nyah peers over the edge of my desk and stretches her neck to see the book, as if she wants to read too. It’s cute, the way she’s mimicking me. She struggles against my hold and gets closer, so I let her stand on my lap and lean over the desk.

I shouldn’t have.

Her sex is right in front of my face, and she smells too incredible to ignore. I spread her folds and kiss her little human cunt long and hard.

She gasps, and her legs tremble, but she lifts her tail, to better receive the attention. Her sex quivers, and I rumble happily while I lap up her exquisite juices.

“ Mmm . Master ,” she says on a moan. She says the word properly now, but her pleading tone makes my cock so stiff, I tongue-fuck her harder than ever. “ Morr . Y easss — uh… Taaan-es?” She tries to use my words. “ Yes? Eat? Eat pet. Eat pet, Master. ”

The sound of her speaking my mother-tongue makes me stop, but this isn’t what she wants. She impatiently stamps her feet on my lap and presses her buttocks to my face. “ Master .”

I grip her hips and bury my face in her hind quarters, licking inside her sweet ass and her juicy fuck-hole.

She makes high-pitched squawks, and I reach for her breasts. Tug at her nipples the way I will once she’s come into milk for me.

Her knees buckle, and I push her down on the desk, following with my tongue until she spasms around it and squirts her juices into my mouth. I drink them down, and then keep her spread and pinned there while I flog my cock at her shining holes. My seed splatters over her, soaking her curls and dripping down her legs.

“ Fuck .”

How am I going to get anything else done?

I fall back into my chair with her, unfazed by the slippery mess between us, because she’s smiling now.

Was this what she needed? More love?

“I’ll give you all the love you can handle,” I promise her. “Too much, maybe.” I tuck her close and pull my seat toward the desk again.

I push the handbook aside and massage her nipples some more while I re-check the list of tasks I needed to complete, to order my affairs back in the monster realm so I can commit myself fully to Vah-nyah. It’s an essential chore that I must complete, no matter how badly I’d rather go and snuggle with my human. My pretty, clever human, who needs lots and lots of love.

I chuckle at the recollection of her begging me to eat her, but I stop laughing when a wave of heat floods my body from the sac up. It was hot as fuck. What else could I teach her to say?

The thought of helping her learn new words delights me so much, I grab the nearest notepaper and ink my quill, ready to note down some phrases I’d love to hear her say.

Please fuck me, Master , is top of my list.