Heavy Petting

20. Vanya

20

VANYA

I t’s hot in the carriage, and Mahz-uhrr lowers the windows to let the fresh air in.

My hair blows in his face, and he rumbles happily before capturing a fistful and pulling me closer. He uses his grip to tilt my head sideways, and then kisses and nibbles at the side of my neck until I feel positively needy for him.

The more pleasure he gives me, the more I want it. He satisfies me several times a day, and it never feels like enough. I’m in love with his kind eyes, loving ways, and masterful touch. After a lifetime of deprivation, I can’t get enough of his doting.

He’s very creative when it comes to pleasing me, and I can tell he enjoys his wild antics as much as I do. I’m always excited when he wants to try new things with me, and I’d allow him anything, because he makes me feel so good. But more than that, he makes me feel cherished .

He doesn’t seem to have any hobbies besides me, and I adore being his favorite thing to do in all the world.

I rub myself against the bulge in his trousers, and he gives me a soft warning growl before he lifts me from his lap and places a soft towel beneath me. He doesn’t want me to mess his pants. We’re going out in public, and we have to look tidy.

I glance down at my bare breasts, unsure if my attire is appropriate, but as we approach a beautiful little village I’ve never seen before, my anxiety eases. A monster walks out of a store, leading a human behind him. The woman is on a leash like me, with her breasts exposed, and she even has a tail of sparkles swishing behind her.

I press my face to the window. She’s beautiful, and her smile is as big as the one growing on my face. We live in a whole new world, where we’re being taken care of, and strange as the changes may be, we’re happy . No longer wary, I’m actually getting excited about where we’re going, and who I’ll meet — practically giddy about showing off my handsome monster.

The carriage bumps along, and my breasts bounce with the movement. The sensation grows more arousing as our trip goes on. Round and firm, my breasts are filling with milk, and the heavier they get, the more the bumps in the road excite me.

With my hands trapped inside my stocking-like gloves, I can’t ease any of the needy aches building within me, but I trust Mahz-uhrr to take care of me.

I squirm on his lap and look over my shoulder at him with pleading eyes.

He grunts softly and gently runs his clawed fingers down my throat, to cup one of my breasts. His approving hum reverberates through my body, and I rock on his towel-cloaked cock when it strains at me.

He’s not going to put it inside me the way I want him to. I’ve been begging for it since this morning, but he scrubbed me inside and out so well, I understand he needs me in pristine condition today.

I think we’re going to meet other people and monsters. Are they friends of his? Could I make some friends too? I haven’t really had a friend since I was a child. Besides my monster, of course. He’s the best friend I could ever have asked for.

I flutter my lashes at him, and he grins.

He lifts me and turns me to face him. After gazing into my eyes a while with a dreamy look on his face, he lowers his attention to my swollen breasts and wets his lips.

I shiver in his lap and rub myself against his hard cock.

We hit the cobbled streets of a town, and I’m bounced more rapidly. I gasp at the perfect friction between my legs and recall my first carriage ride with Mahz-uhrr. It was an introduction to how good my life was about to get.

My monster’s smile broadens, and he tongues one of his sharp teeth as he watches me getting pleasured by the unavoidable motion.

I thrust my chest at him, silently begging for him to suckle and relieve the building pressure of the milk I can’t stop making for him. Not that I’d want to stop lactating. He loves it, and I love it too. My body can please him on so many different levels, and I’m honored to provide nourishment to such a powerful male.

I’m also desperately in love with being milked. The tugging at my breasts, the closeness of our bodies, and the way I melt in relief both inside and out when a letdown comes and my milk is pulled from me? It’s pure delight, and I get so wet between my legs, Mahz-uhrr goes crazy for me. He can’t get enough of loving me, and I feel the same about him.

Just thinking about him feeding at my breast excites me deep within, but those thoughts have other effects, too — like starting the flow. My nipples prickle, and I look down to see tiny beads of milk collecting into bigger drips.

My monster swipes his finger over the droplets and takes it to his mouth as he stares at me with hot, hungry eyes.

“ Mahz-uhrr, ” I beg.

One side of his mouth curls up, and he opens the bag next to him. I glance over and see a strange little machine. When he fixes two miniature suction cups over my nipples and flicks a switch to turn on the pump, I gasp and rub my sex over his firm cock even faster.

The small milking cups give very targeted nipple suction. It feels like two tiny mouths are suckling at the tips of my breasts, and it’s very different from Mahz-uhrr’s big, hot mouth or the larger cups he uses to milk me at home.

My milk flows down the tubing to a collection bottle for my monster, but as much as he loves milk, he’s not checking how much he’ll be getting. His eyes are on me.

I bounce and grind myself into a noisy, bucking frenzy, begging him loudly for more attention.

Mahz-uhrr’s eyes sparkle when he grins. His smile fades momentarily when he glances at the open carriage window, but then he reaches into the bag and pulls out a small ball with leather straps attached to it.

He holds my jaw firmly in his hand, and when I open my mouth, to unleash another loud moan, he pops the ball inside it and straps it in place.

Not understanding, I slow my movements, but he shakes his head, grabs my hips, and forces me back into a heavenly rhythm. Unable to moderate my volume, I cry out my gratitude, but the sound is muffled by the gag in my mouth.

Oh .

Is my pleasure too loud for the town streets?

I run my tongue over the ball. It tastes sweet, like the berry treats he feeds me.

Mahz-uhrr controls the way I’m riding him and forces another appreciative wail from my throat. The sound is dampened by the gag again, and he beams at me.

He doesn’t want me to stop making noise; he just wants to lessen my volume. To keep my sounds of pleasure between us? Like our own special thing? That’s so sweet.

He grabs a thick, rounded cone from his bag, lifts me briefly, and pushes it into me from behind, trapping it inside my sex when he settles me back onto his lap. It feels like a cock, and the bouncing carriage is making it push in and out of me the way my monster does.

He rocks me back into motion, lifts my chin, and rumbles as he searches my face. What does he see? A woman on the edge of pleasure, fighting to make it last? He won’t let me. His sole desire always seems to be to please me. Please us . And when he intentionally bounces me higher, so the fake cock thrusts at me hard each time I land, I can’t hold back.

I convulse in his lap and wail my release as loudly as I please, safe with him. I soak the towel on his lap, and he mops me clean while I wilt in his arms.

This is a fun outing already.

Mahz-uhrr detaches the mini milking cups, massages balm over my nipples, and gently cleanses between my legs with a warm cloth before he tidies my hair. He curled it for me this morning, so I have lovely, soft and shining ringlets falling over my shoulders, and paired with a blue outfit that matches my eyes, I felt beautiful even before he held up a mirror to show me.

The woman looking back at me was glowing with health and happiness. And although the barely there outfits my monster dresses me in seemed strange at first, I have come to learn how convenient they are for receiving pleasure from him, and I don’t mind how they look at all. Much of my body is on show, but there’s something about boldly displaying the fullness of my breasts, the curve of my buttocks, and the rosy glow of my cheeks that makes me look attractive even to myself. And the fact that my monster wants to dress me up and parade me around like this with pride has me feeling precious and desirable.

He lifts me from the carriage and sets me onto my hands and knees at the start of a smooth winding path into a serene woodland park. It’s a paradise of lush, green grass, clusters of leafy bushes filled with berries, towering trees with foliage that weeps down to float in the gentle breeze, and bright, playful flowers scattered all around. This may be the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen.

My heart flutters, and I crawl forward until my leash is at full extension and tugs gently on the collar around my neck. I turn back to grin at my monster, but it’s hard with the gag in my mouth.

He smiles and closes the distance, to pat my head. “En du, Vah-nyah Spraah.” He gestures for me to keep moving, but I lift my hand and tap my chin with the padded slipper of my palm, asking him to remove the gag.

Mahz-uhrr shakes his head. He touches the mouth-ball with his finger, makes a shushing gesture over his mouth, and then boops my nose and slaps my rump to get me moving.

I’m meant to be quiet here?

I crawl along the path with my breasts swinging freely beneath me, while I sway my naked rear end for my monster, the way he likes. I’m teasing him, and when I look back over my shoulder, he looks very happy with me.

“Je mo en du, Spraah,” he coos and strokes my hair. “Za bre-shay.”

There’s a sound in the distance, and we both look in that direction. When I squint, I can just make out a large being in dark clothing, leading a smaller one dressed more brightly. Another monster and human?

I look to Mahz-uhrr and point my mitten hand in that direction. He nods and gestures for me to head over there.

I crawl along the path quickly, grateful for the padding in the hands and knees of my outfit. It’s comfortable to walk about on all fours this way, and I enjoy the animal-like nature of it. Parts of me feel very animalistic — especially when I’m around Mahz-uhrr — so walking around like one sort of makes sense. But it doesn’t hurt to see others enjoying themselves in the same way, and when we come face to face with a blonde woman and her monster, I can’t help but note our similarities. Her large, milk-filled breasts swing beneath her as she crawls in padded pink stockings, and when our monsters chat, I’m pretty sure her monster says he’s taking her home to milk her. She’s anxious for it, too.

“Oh my goodness,” she says, looking up at them as they tower over us. “Please tell me your monster’s not a big talker. Mine’s been edging me the whole time we’ve been walking, and if he doesn’t take me home to pump my tits dry and my pussy full, I’m going to scream .”

I stare at her, not knowing what to say, and unable to speak even if I did.

She looks me over and widens her eyes. “Shit. Sorry. You’re new here. Hi .” She giggles and settles slowly into a kneeling position. “Nice to meet you. I’m Brandi.”

I mumble my name around the gag, and then frown.

Brandi gives me a knowing smirk. “This is your first outing, huh?”

I raise my eyebrows. How does she know? I give her a small nod.

“Your monster’s got you on a short leash today, but he’ll relax soon enough. They always do,” she says with a wink. “I look forward to meeting you properly another time, but I’ve got to get my guy home, so he can take care of me and finish what he’s started. See you around.” She waves a stockinged hand and starts to crawl away, tugging on her leash when her monster doesn’t move fast enough for her liking.

I watch them walk away, unable to tear my gaze from the woman’s tail . Now I can see one close up, it’s a fountain of sparkling pink streamers that spring from between her buttocks to swish back and forth with the sway of her ass. It’s both hypnotic and very intriguing. Will my monster get one for me? Will I like it? It’s very pretty, but how does it stay in there?

Mahz-uhrr, tugs gently on my leash, and I follow closely at his heel as he strolls through the beautiful park.

We pause near some rustling bushes, and look at each other when we’re struck by the very distinct sounds of a monster pleasing his human female. Deep, growled commands mingle with giggles, moans, and a woman’s voice saying things like, “Oh, my fucking God . Yes . Shut up and suck me. Fuck .”

My cheeks warm at the language she’s using and the way my body responds to it. My nipples have grown firm, and a low, greedy heat is pooling in my core. The woman in the bushes is vocal about what she wants. She sounds free and strong — things I’ve always dreamed of being.

Could I talk to Mahz-uhrr like that? I don’t suppose it matters, if he can’t understand what I’m saying. I look up, to check if he understands the meanings of what’s being said between the woman’s escalating cries of pleasure, and I find him frozen.

He’s staring at the thicket of shrubbery with a strange look on his face, and he doesn’t respond when I nuzzle at his leg. His cock is bulging in his pants, though, so I nudge at it until I have his attention.

He picks me up and cuddles me in his arms, and we wait on the path near the bushes and listen to the other couple climax together. It seems almost wrong to enjoy it, but there’s a naughty sort of excitement to it too. One I feel more secure in when Mahz-uhrr begins to stroke and finger my dripping sex.