Heavy Petting

22. Vanya

22

VANYA

I gaze up at Mahz-uhrr in awe.

If Gregory managed to penetrate me, my monster would have torn him to pieces. And there is something I find so delicious about that, I want to ride his cock until he spurts into me, to mark me more clearly as his. The way Hordan’s fluids have coated Dodie so excessively, Gregory knew she was taken.

I lift my stockinged hands toward my monster, and he lifts me into his arms. He cuddles me close and murmurs sweet, soft sounds that make me feel safe and cared for. He’s so kind, my big hero.

I look down at Dodie, and she nods. “Tell him whatever you want. Even if he doesn’t understand the words yet, he’ll pick up on the energy. The universe sent him here to please you, so let him.”

I frown. “But I want to please him .”

She chuckles and starts moving away. “Pleasing you does please him, Vanya. You two have fun now.” She calls the last part over her shoulder before whistling at her monster. “Come along, big guy. I want to be milked down by the lake, while you put flowers in my hair.” She grins. “Life is good.”

Mahz-uhrr waves goodbye to his friend when Hordan happily follows Dodie.

I twist in my master’s arms, trap his face between my hand pads, and turn his attention back to me. “You’re a very handsome, loving, and protective monster, and that makes me want to please you very badly. Right now. Take off my gloves, so I can rub your horns and fuck your cock until you come. And then you can rub it all over me and make me walk through the park covered in your love, so everyone knows I’m your special girl.”

He stares at me. His nostrils flare, and he dips his gaze to my erect nipples. He glances around, and I watch him eye up a clump of bushes not unlike the ones Dodie and her monster fucked in.

With my hands still pressed to his face, I guide his focus back to me and shake my head. “Do it here . Out in the open. Where everyone can see how much I want to please my Mahz-uhrr.” I snag the upper sleeve of one of my long, blue stocking-like mitts in my teeth and tug, to show him I want it off. Then I point at the soft grass, covered in flowers.

He frowns, but then kneels on the grass and sets me onto all fours. He unbuckles the strappy harness at my back and slowly slides the gloves from my arms, one by one.

Now bare above the belt that keeps my leg-stockings in place, I’m free to move as I please. I stretch in a way I hope he’ll find enticing, and then pat the ground beside me.

He sits slowly, as if unsure of how he’s meant to respond to me. I’m acting out of character, but he makes me feel secure enough to be bold, and I can’t stop thinking about the way he reacted when someone else tried to stake a claim on my body.

I push my fingers into the wet heat between my legs and smear it over his lips, before I climb into his lap and take hold of his horns.

His cock jerks straight upright, and he groans a thrilling sigh as I force myself down onto it. I stroke his horns and rock my way down his shaft, while I rub against his firm abdomen. He grunts and strains his muscles, making his cock surge within me.

I grip his horns tightly and ride him in a field of flowers with the sun on my back.

I could never have dreamed of a more wonderful thing, until my monster leans in a kisses me on the mouth.

He gently probes at my lips with his tongue, tracing their seam before he parts them. He curls his tongue against mine, inviting it to dance, and I accept, honored to suckle and lick at his smile while he coaxes me into a sultry, intimate union of breath.

He reaches behind me and plays in my abundant arousal. He slicks his fingers and massages my tightest hole, until I’m rubbing and thrusting at his cock with loud wet slurps. “Push them inside, Mahz-uhrr,” I beg, tilting my rear to receive him.

His finger breaches my back passage, and he pushes it slowly in and out while I pull tighter around his cock. I ride him harder, letting him fuck me in both holes, until I can’t hold back my pleasure any longer.

The powerful climax rushes through me in a rippling wave of bliss, and he unloads spurt after juicy spurt of his fluid inside me, until it covers us both.

We cuddle a while, and then walk back to the carriage, the evidence of our love plain for everyone and anyone to see. I’m his, and he is mine.

Dodie was right. Life is good. And I never would have known that was the truth, without my monster’s love.