Heavy Petting

15. Garonn

15

GARONN

V ah-nyah cleans my cock with her mouth as if she’s woken hungry for more than pleasure, and I relax onto my pillows, watching my seed drip from her cunt with great satisfaction.

I was so close to mating her hard. So close . When I woke to her squeezing her swollen tits and rubbing at my cock, I nearly lost my fucking mind. I was so desperate to get inside her perfect little body, I almost tore her in half. Her tiny fuck-hole was stretched to the max, but it was starting to give.

My cock strains in her hands, and she makes cute little slurping noises as she suckles at the cum that streaks forth. Her breasts have grown so large that they nudge at me with her every move, and her firm, pretty nipples drag against me, carving tracks in my damp pelt I can see when she shifts about licking up my cum.

It won’t be long now. The book says her milk should come within one-to-three days of her first feed of my seed, and we’re pushing toward that upper limit. There’ll be milk by the end of the day, and I can’t wait to get her hooked up to the pump again. She got ridiculously wet the last time, and I loved the scent of her arousal filling the space. The thought of her being held in place while she’s made to provide me nourishment and loving it drives me wild. The notion strokes my ego in a tantalizing tease, and considering my current trajectory, there may be a time when I’ll be driven to breaking point, unable to resist my base desires to make good use of my human’s dripping little cunt while she’s locked between the rails.

Would I fit? I don’t want to hurt her. Should I prepare her for my size, just in case?

I glance at the elasticity lotion lying on the bed next to us. She must have enjoyed it so much, she rubbed it on her tits this morning. I reach for the tube and squirt some onto my fingers before tossing it aside. I constantly dream of how good and tight she’d feel around my cock, but she’ll need to have a bit more give, to keep her precious little fuck-hole from tearing if I do lose control and claim her fully.

I work the creamy lotion into and around her entrance, and she moans and laps at my cock faster. Her sex gives a few pretty twitches, and the lotion mixes with my cum as it dribbles out of her fuck-hole. I push it back into her and press deeper, until my fingertips gently probe at her virginal limits. The thought of breaking through this flimsy barrier with my cock, filling her depths, and marking that most intimate part of her as mine makes my balls throb with desire.

Fuck .

I’m a terrible monster and master, because I’m no longer even considering leaving her maidenhead intact. I’ll delay it as much as I can, but I’m going to cross that line.

It’s becoming more and more obvious that my memoirs are never going to get written.

Vah-nyah is simply too distracting. I can barely keep my eyes on a page, and when I look at the last words I’ve written, they’re less notes and much more a series of pining, erotic ramblings.

… gorgeous cunt smearing her juices all over my desk.

I made her sit on a sheet of old paper, but she won’t be still. It’s her gorgeous fucking tits. They’re getting so big, and their hypnotic swing is making me hungry. They jostle and bump against her arms every time she moves, and she touches them like she can’t stop.

She wants the lotion, and I keep moving it from one side of my desk to the other, so she’ll parade her bulging breasts for me while she obediently crawls back and forth, because I forbade her to stand on two feet in case she falls.

She smells so damn ripe for fucking, I’ve thought about doing it a million different ways, and I’m so curious about all of them. Will she squeal when I pin her down and fuck her tiny cunt so hard her bones rattle ?

She reaches for the lotion and gives me a frustrated sigh when I move it away again. I place it on the far side, but this time, she doesn’t go after it. Instead, she plonks herself down on my memoirs, so I can’t write anymore. She presents her breasts to me, supporting them from underneath with her hands. The muscle tone in her arms becomes more defined as she strains to hold the weight, and I give her an amused smile.

“Is there something you need, Pet?” I ask.

She shuffles closer, her eyes pleading.

I hand her the lotion and don’t miss the disappointment that flashes in her eyes. She wanted me to apply it.

Once she’s squeezed some lotion onto her hand, I hold my palm out for some as well. A sweet smile ghosts her lips, and she rubs her hands together before slowly stroking her bulging breasts.

With my clean hand, I grip the back of her neck and the base of her skull. “Let’s break you in.” I clamp my fingers around her neck more firmly and guide her to lie back on my desk. She watches me with huge eyes, and I coat my hands in the lotion before I slot them between her knees and deliver a firm command she’s heard before. “ Open .”

She spreads her legs for me beautifully, and I praise her as I massage her folds, working the lotion into her skin. “What a good fucking girl. Such a beautiful, obedient pet for your master.”

I slip two digits inside her and scissor them, to stretch her as I rub the balm around her tight fuck-hole. She gasps softly, and I add a third, before testing her elasticity. More supple and malleable. Perfect . Her little clit has swollen excitedly, and I strum it. “You’re going to take master’s cock nicely. Aren’t you, Pet?”

Vah-nyah gets more and more breathless, but I withdraw my touch before she can come. She whimpers, and I grin. “Your next orgasm will be on my cock, little pet.”

I feed her a treat, set her back on the parchment I laid out for her messy cunt earlier, and then sit back in my chair. I stare at the wet stain her juicy sex has left on my perverted notes about her, and before I can think better of it, I dip my head and inhale deeply. An appreciative moan escapes me, and I shake myself to gain some mental clarity to continue my notes.

Some of my words have been smudged. The ink was still wet when I set her down on top of them. My gaze slides back to Vah-nyah. What words are now branding her buttocks?

I push up from my chair and gesture for her to approach. “ Come .”

She crawls toward me, her heavy breasts swaying. When she nears the edge of the desk, I hold up my palm. “ Stay .”

She does as I told her, and I skirt around the desk until I’m staring at her ass. The words ripe for fucking are branded in black ink on her pale skin, and I lean in to sniff her shining cunt. “ Mmm … You sure are, my pet. You’re testing my control with your gorgeous fucking scent.”

I give her a playful, wet slap on her glistening lips, and she moans in such a way, pleasure literally shudders down my spine. My swollen cock weeps, desperate to make a home inside her.

Did Hordan know what caring for a human would do to me?

Get a pet , he said. It’s a great honor and reward for your service , he said. Nothing sweeter than a loyal companion . He never said anything about how addictive and sexually torturous it would be, to witness her forced transformation into my milking wench. The sight of her on all-fours on my desk as commanded is damned near irresistible. The scent emanating from her engorged and glistening sex is beyond intoxicating.

Ripe for fucking, indeed.

I want to spend my retirement violating the pretty little human, and the best and worst part is, she wants me to.

I walk back in front of her, and she stares up at me, her eyes sparkling with love and trust. She’s counting on me. Needs me to do right by her.

A soft sound makes my ears prick up. A light, rhythmical tapping. Vah-nyah tilts her head. She hears it too. Her eyes widen. She looks down, and I follow her gaze to the small, wet circles on my parchment. A pale droplet hits the paper, and I lift my attention to her nipples, where beads of milk are slowly forming, and then dripping from her.

My heart breaks into a high-speed gallop, and my cock swells more intensely than ever before. The skin has grown immensely tight, and it’s throbbing with so much need, it’s painful, but I know exactly how to soothe it.

It’s time.