Heavy Petting

14. Vanya

14

VANYA

I wake in Mahz-uhrr’s bed, snuggled close to his warmth.

My breasts feel bigger than yesterday, and I understand where this is headed, but I don’t fear the milking process anymore. If anything, I’m frightened by how much I may love it.

Yesterday, I got my first taste of what it will be liked to be a human cow. The sensations were new, but from the moment I realized Mahz-uhrr had me trapped, I was made to feel only pleasure. He’s teaching me wonderful new things about my body I didn’t know were possible, and if he wants me to try more, I won’t hesitate to obey. He’ll make sure I enjoy them.

I nuzzle his soft pelt, breathe in his intensely masculine scent, and listen to the strong, steady beat of his heart. His arm comes over me, forming a protective shield against the light of day that forces its brightness into the room through the heavy curtains. Everything feels safe and perfect, including the plentiful and slick mess of his fluids between my thighs.

When did he do that?

I can’t be sure, but it always seems right to have this trace of him there. In a way, it makes me feel even more his , a thought I’m falling more in love with as each minute passes, because he treats me so well. I worked hard all my life for poor treatment by my human masters, but in my monster’s home, I receive many wonderful gifts, for barely lifting a finger — delicious things to eat, kindness and healing, and a special kind of pleasurable attention I don’t know how to describe.

I smile against his velvety skin and intentionally rub my thighs together. The slide of his spill on my skin is titillating. I like that his cock feeds me and that he seems to enjoy the taste of my sex in a similar fashion, but I adore it when his juices combine with my own to cause this soaked and slippery sensation between my legs. It gives my sex tingles in the best way and brings a hungry kind of magic to our relationship that sends thrills to every part of me.

Sometimes it’s clear that he’s holding himself back. I don’t know what from, but when he pushes at me like he wants to get inside and then retreats, all I want him to do is give in and do it.

It’s as if he’s at war with himself. His hesitation and restraint send a very different message than his pinning me down and spurting cock-juices at me with a wild delight in his eyes.

It’s like we love this intimate activity but that we’re not supposed to love it. Like it’s a secret. And maybe it is. I’ve never heard of a human falling in love with a monster, but that’s what I’m doing. What I’ve done. If he asked me to marry him, I would.

He’s kind and generous and sweet, and he makes my body want to do things I don’t understand. My monster seems attuned to my internal rhythms, because the more pleasure I want to feel, the more he gives me.

I want to please him too, and I know he wants milk, so I’m going to do all I can to give it to him. I just need to learn how .

He’s been massaging my breasts a lot. It must have something to do with making them grow. A big monster surely needs big breasts to provide enough milk to feed him. I consider the bulk and muscle I’m pressed against. A male his size could probably drink a lot of milk.

I carefully extract myself from the comfort of his sleeping form, sit up to assess my breasts, and am astounded by their size. They felt large pressed against him, but now I can see them, and they’re huge . Bigger than the giant watermelons my mistress brought home for Wendell to smash last summer, and just as firm.

How much bigger will I need to be? My skin is stretched already.

The lotion .

I fell asleep to him rubbing it into my breasts last night. It was soothing and nice, and when I glance at the table next to the bed, it’s still there. I reach for it, squirt some into my hand and begin rubbing it into my breasts the way he did.

It feels wonderful on my tight skin, and when I use it on my nipples, pleasure pools in my core, accompanied by the urge to rub myself against my handsome monster and not stop until an explosion of delight makes me drench his short fur.

I squeeze my slippery thighs together and consider his behavior when he shoots fluid from his cock — the strain in his jaw as he moans, the tightness he grips himself with, his staggered breaths and hungry rumbles giving way to relieved sighs… He gets pleasure from it, and like me, he makes things wet when he’s beside himself with the intensity of his release.

I push the covers back and study his huge, naked body. His cock is big and hard, even though he’s still asleep. It gets this way a lot, but especially when he wants to feed me with it. I crawl closer and bend down to suckle at his tip, but not much fluid comes out. Do I need to rub it? He likes when I do that. Especially if his shaft is squeezed between my legs when I do it.

I like that too. And I’m already so slippery.

He moans softly and rolls onto his back before letting out a loud and growly monster snore. His breathing settles again, but now his big cock is completely exposed, and all I can think about is sitting on it. I’ll press it flat against his belly, so I can rub myself along it. Will he be mad if I do that? Or will he enjoy it, like I will?

Slowly, I lift my leg to straddle him. I pin his cock down, and lower my juiced sex onto his shaft, to tentatively slide back and forth along his length. I glide with ease, and it feels a little naughty to be doing it without asking, but I can’t stop myself. Once my body gets a hint of the pleasure so close at hand, my hips grow a mind of their own.

I rock against him and massage my breasts while I stare down at my gorgeous monster with the long dark hair and twisted horns. His cock strains beneath me, and his lips twitch in his sleep, curling upward in a half-smile. He rumbles softly, and then slaps my bottom with his big hand. He grips me hard, and his blunt claws dig into my flesh and make me whimper as he grinds me into his cock.

It’s so good. Too good. The thick veins on his cock are like smooth ridges, designed specifically to make me shudder inside. He forces the first pleasurable tremor from me, and I cry out in excitement, but before I can fall into complete frenzy, I’m pinned in place.

His eyes fly open. He stares up at me, needy and mewling while I sit trembling on his cock. He’s caught me mid-tug of my swollen nipples, and my oversized breasts won’t stop bouncing, because I can’t cease my frantic squirming in pursuit of my fading climax. I doubt his eyes can get any wider, and I’m sure I should stop, but I can’t. Despite his grip on me, my body is caught in the motion, and there’s no shutting down this momentum. I’m desperate for the release.

Mahz-uhrr grips my buttocks with both hands and lifts me from his cock.

I squeak and shake my head. “ Please .”

Without shifting his gaze from mine, he throws me off-balance with a sudden jerk. I throw my hands out, to keep from smacking my face against his chest, and my palms hit the pillow either side of his head. He looks straight into my eyes for several of my panted breaths, and then he guides me forward, until my breasts hang over his face instead.

He adjusts his grip on my ass and spreads my sex until I’m sure I’ll tear. With a quick, swiveling thrust of his hips, he notches the huge head of his cock between my slick folds and pushes it at me, forcing me to stretch around it, until I can hardly breathe.

“ Mahz-uhrr .”

“Foigin kung fo may, Spraah,” he growls back before latching on to my breast and sucking so strongly, I feel a shift inside me.

My body lunges into a higher gear, and trapped between his cock and his mouth, I can do nothing but take what he subjects me to. I rock between the two opposing forces, driving my pleasure higher and higher. The tug of his mouth at my breast is powerful, and his massive cock thrusts at me with a clear agenda.

He starts to breach me, and the speed of the pleasure that rushes to meet me captures me off guard. I grip the pillow and wail his name, as I crash into a dizzying abyss of bliss. My breasts ache, and my empty sex gushes and squeezes at his tip.

The strength of his release floods me inside and sends me into another whirling fit of pleasure. His fluid fills me and seeps out around the massive head of his cock, until everything I touch is covered in the slick.

He releases my breast slowly and suckles at the other one, supporting my weight as I shiver and jolt with the aftershocks of delight that grip my body.

Eventually, he lifts my boneless form, turns me, and lays me on his stomach, facing his dripping cock and fluid-soaked pelt.

“Tahg, Spraah,” he commands, still breathing hard.