HEAVY PETTING

ELENA DAWNE

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 CONTENTS

Glossary
1. Garonn
2. Vanya
3. Garonn
4. Vanya
5. Garonn
6. Vanya
7. Garonn
8. Vanya
9. Garonn
10. Vanya
11. Garonn
12. Vanya
13. Garonn
14. Vanya
15. Garonn
16. Vanya
17. Garonn
18. Vanya
19. Garonn
20. Vanya
21. Garonn
22. Vanya
Epilogue — Garonn
Glossary
Also by Elena Dawne
About the Author
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 GLOSSARY

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Ana — and
Benahama — behave
Brah — brave
Bre — be
Bre-en du — Be good
Bre-shay — beautiful
En du — that’s good
Es bre clookin — it’s time
Es dobraw — it’s okay
fo — for
Foigin — fucking
Foigin kung fo may — fucking come for me
Garab — clothes
Je mo en du — that’s my good girl
Kung — come
Mahz-uhrr — Master
Mahz-uhrr bre shan — Master is here
Mahz-uhrr vol maleshdi es Vah-nya-Spraah — master will milk his
Vanya-Pet
Merrg — mine
Mo — my
Nah — no
Nah bre spavenzana — don’t be scared
Nah fo desh — not for these.
Obdee-oop — roll over
Ohm-bah — open
Parzzan — point
Saak ta-ta-na — say please
Scurrah — stay
Scurrah, ana tahg mun dalla — stay and you can eat one treat.
Slumburdy nor — sleep now
Spraah — Pet
Surrmahd — submit/surrender.
Taganataat — thank you
Tah-nes — yes
Tahg — eat
Umberree du — you’re being perfect
Vol — will
Za — so
Za foigin torg — so fucking tight

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 WARNING!

If you’re afraid to get wet, then this book is not for you.
The content is written to excite and delight.
This is a work of FICTION.
That means I made it all up for the sake of glorious smut — so if you think
you recognize some person or place in this book, you either have some
spicy-ass friends or an extremely active fantasy life.
I applaud you!

This book is also intended for ADULTS.

If that’s not you, Sweet Pea, then I love your moxie, but close the book and
come back once you’ve turned eighteen. X
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 1

GARONN

I wipe my sword clean and sheath it before entering the high commander’s
quarters.
Hordan rises from his seat as I enter. Since his unmatched leadership
duties are best served away from the brutal action, his grey pelt is much
cleaner from the battle than my own, but he is not unscathed. He closes his
eyes and scratches the base of his horns as if his head is hurting, and then he
gives a weary rumble.
“The village is clear,” he says with surety, not needing to ask if it is so.
For my intuitively gifted friend, it’s more of a conversation starter than
a question of confirmation, but I respond as if it is one. “The last of the
Intolerables have been dispatched,” I confirm. “Those worthy of reform
have been rounded up for re-education and will be transferred to Vlad’s
district. The streets are being systematically searched for innocents, who
will be gathered for welfare checks in the town center, as planned.”
He nods, looks me up and down, and gestures to the nearby bench. “See
to your wounds, General Garonn.”
I take a seat on the nearby bench and run my healing wand over the
deep cuts in my pelt. The pain will remain for a day or two, and the scars
will linger for longer, but my skin is already knitting back together. I return
my healing wand to its home, next to my sword, and pat the leather sheath
fondly.
 I will be ready for battle again in no time — ready to slay the rest of the
cruel abusers of power in this human realm, who would inflict harm on
their most vulnerable. They will rue their decisions if it’s the last thing I
make them do.
“The war is over.” Hordan takes his hands from the illuminated orb on
his desk and lets it dim.
“Oh.” I frown. “It is done?”
The battlefire leaves my veins in a rush, and I slump in my seat with the
impact of the unexpected anti-climax. What am I meant to do now, then?
Go home to the monster realm and wait in the dark for the next summons to
restore balance in the universe? Seriously? “There’s nobody left to kill?”
“Don’t be too disappointed, Garonn.” He smiles kindly. “Your work
here is not yet done. A fragile peace has returned to the human realm, but
going forward, our duty is to oversee the rehabilitation of its inhabitants.”
I lean in, skeptical. “The captives have all been freed?”
Hordan nods again. “Reports have come in from all corners of the earth.
You’re standing in the final village our kind will need to overtake. The last
of the maltreated humans are also being liberated elsewhere as we speak.
You will want to head down to the town center.” He says that last part with
a curious smile as he hands me a small book bound with golden thread.
I take it from him and read the title, embossed in gold on the brown
leather cover.
The Human-keeper’s Handbook.
Human-keeper? I lift my gaze to him. “What is this?”
“You became a guardian the moment you heeded the call and stepped
into their realm,” he says. “The prayer was sent, and you responded. The
innocents wished to be made safe and taken care of, and we volunteered to
be of service. We may have slain their enemies, but our purpose is not yet
complete.” He strokes his chin. “There is a grand estate awaiting you only a
half-day’s carriage ride from here. It is set up with all you may require to
care for a new human pet, should you rise to the duty of adopting and
cherishing one of the oppressed, to create a loving new world for them to
live in. Did you desire a hasty return to the realm of monsters, instead?”
I shudder as the thought of my dark homeland enters my mind, and I
glance out the window at the beautiful bright sky with its glowing sun. I
could stay here? In a grand house, designed especially for me and a new
little friend? I have always lived alone, so I know what loneliness feels like.
Is this a chance to learn of love and belonging? Family? I could open my
doors to welcome a mistreated human or two, in need of help to recover
their strength, but I have killed so many of their villainous counterparts.
Would they praise me or be scared of me?
My heart beats a little faster, and I look down at the book in my lap. I
run my fingers over the cover. Could I even take care of a human? I don’t
know much about them, beyond how easy they are to maim. I swallow hard
and wipe my brow. What if I accidentally hurt one of the good ones?
I clear my throat. “In truth, I had not thought much, beyond delivering
justice to perpetrators of harm.”
Hordan leans back in his chair. He laces his fingers over his belly and
hums softly before he nods. “We may have removed their oppressors, but
the remaining humans have many needs, and they are too vulnerable for
those needs to be left unattended. We must nurture them until they
understand life can be good, and our lives will be better for doing so. It is
beautiful here, and the beneficial cohabitation of our species has already
begun in the villages we first freed. The universe has gifted us with each
other, and together, we will thrive.”
He rises from his chair and gestures to the door. “Go forth and find a
companion to care for, Garonn. The liberation has been a tedious and
bloody affair, and it’s time for rest and recovery. As I understand it, a new
pet can do wonders to heal the soul after such carnage. One caught my eye
in the last village we sacked, and I’ll be heading back there to claim her,
now that permission has been granted. Do enjoy yourself when you find one
suitable for your needs.”
“My needs?” What does he mean?
One side of his mouth slowly curls in a wry smile. “Perhaps you should
do some reading?” He tips his head toward the book in my hand. “It’ll help
you figure out what kind of human you’d enjoy keeping. You may like a
strong, outdoorsy male, a female who produces milk, or maybe you’d prefer
to care for a breeding pair, so you can find joy when you play with any little
ones who come along?” He shrugs. “The possibilities are endless, really,
but you’ll know what’s right for you.”
I had no idea that a human could be such a useful pet. Milk? I love milk.
I grip the book tightly and stand, eager to embark on this next quest in the
human realm. “Will that be all, High Commander?”
 His secretive smile blooms into a grin broad enough to reveal the
pointed tips of his teeth. “I can see you’re anxious to begin your search for
the perfect pet, Garonn. I’ll be seeing you around as a civilian from now
on?”
“Just like old times,” I agree. “Best of luck with your new pet, Hordan.”
“And you,” he says, bowing slightly. “The universe appreciates your
righteous service and wishes you well.”

I walk out into the street, where a few of the houses are still burning, and I
head toward the central village square. I’m off to find a pet.
A human pet. One of the good ones.
After dispatching so many of the more aggressive and wicked little
beasts, I’m more curious than ever to learn more about the runts, outcasts,
and oppressed submissives I was transported here to protect. They must be
very precious and special, for the universe to have summoned guardians
from a realm beyond their own.
My people felt their heartache too strongly to ignore, and our
intertwining paths have now been secured, with my kind taking on the role
of their caretakers more permanently.
We have been mythical to them until this time. We have been the
watchers in the shadows, protecting from afar through fear of what we may
do should they step too far in the wrong direction. They call us monsters,
and it is the only name we know ourselves by. We have instilled fear into
human hearts for generations in an attempt to help them behave. Many
chose not to, but they are gone now. Only the innocent remain, and we are
to share one world in harmony.
What does this even mean? This is all so new to me. If there is a
handbook, then surely other monsters have been given the opportunity to
claim a pet. Why have I not heard of such a thing? Are they too busy with
their human-keeping duties to share their tales? Is taking care of a pet such
an intensive undertaking? What am I in for?
I open the front cover of The Human-keeper’s Handbook and read the
introduction.
Y our service in the preservation of humankind’s integrity has been
recognized by the Infinite High Council, and you have been promoted to the
status of Ultimate Guardian.
Congratulations, you have henceforth qualified for a soul companion.

Y ou are now a MASTER.

I n this rewarding new role , you will hold an honored position of power,
trust, and responsibility. You are about to find out firsthand whom you have
been fighting for and whom you will continue to protect, cherish, and
provide for from this day onward.
It is time to find your new pet.
As foreign as the concept may seem, you will know your soul companion
on sight and will intuitively know how best to care for them, to gain much
happiness and fulfillment for you both.
It is a rare and wonderful bond between a monster and his human pet —
one you will both come to treasure. It is an honest love, reciprocated.
Humans are delicate, social beings, who thrive on dutiful care and
affection in a loving and stable home. They also delight in feeling useful,
and in return for your firm but kind handling, they will offer you many
years of pleasure, company, and loyal service.
For your human’s optimal happiness and reduced stress, it is wise to
keep them occupied during their waking hours. Males are more sturdily
built and can be trained to take on a light workload. Females can be more
physically fragile, but they are just as easily trained for light duties, and
many are also able to produce milk and young.
Please refer to the guidebook for key insights into providing a safe
environment, adequate healthcare and nutrition, appropriate training and
exercise, emotional support, and mental stimulation for your human.
Enjoy your new, special friend for who they are, and you will find the
relationship incredibly satisfying.

W ell , that all sounds delightful. A special friend that will leave me feeling
loved and fulfilled?
Such a gift would never have come to me in the monster realm.
 I scan the empty village streets, close the book, and pick up my pace.
More than ready to find my human companion, I cannot get to the town
square fast enough.
I am barely halfway there when a beautiful, bewitching song reaches
my ears and leads me off course. The heavenly voice is coming from deep
inside a large human residence. It’s not one I recall clearing in my eviction
duties, but if there is someone left inside, they will be an innocent in need
of protecting. I bang on the big, wooden door, but nobody comes to unlock
it and let me in.
I press my ear to the wood, but I can no longer hear anyone singing. A
silent human is not a good sign. Do they need my help? I toss the handbook
aside, and rip the door from its hinges.

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 2

VANYA

I ’ve been locked in my cage in the cellar for longer than usual, and I’m
beginning to think they forgot about me.
I haven’t heard anybody moving about in the house above me since my
mistress left for the market yesterday. There’s not even been a knock at the
door from the milkman or the boy who delivers the telegrams. I’m petrified
my owners went on vacation or something. Did they grow tired and cold of
the isolation here in their remote country manor house and want to spend
time at their summer villa?
They’re not pleasant people on the best of days, but leaving me locked
away to starve is cruel even for them. I’d give anything to don my ball and
chain and spend the day scrubbing the floors, so I could earn a crust of
bread. My stomach grumbles in agreement, and I rattle the bars of my cage
again, but it’s no use. They’re too sturdy. I hunch back into the corner and
shiver.
I’m going to die here. If not of starvation, then of cold, perhaps.
Wendell had me stripped before I was sent to bed without supper, and my
only blanket is smelly and threadbare.
Or am I to succumb to some other ailment? The water in my bowl is
stale and dangerously low. And my cage is so filthy, I could even die from
some contagion before anyone finds me.
Sadly, I’m almost hoping for any of these deaths, over the return of my
mistress. She threatened to transfer ownership of me to her son before she
left — and not the son with the kind smile, who sneaks me extra food when
he comes home from college once in a blue moon. She wants to give me to
the one who takes pleasure in whipping me for no reason when she isn’t
looking. Wendell. The one who looks at me with thoughts I don’t have to
know, to understand they’re malicious. My mistress says I’m getting too old
to work for her but that I’m old enough to start working for him now. I
don’t know exactly what she means by that, but I know I won’t like it.
I’d prefer to belong to someone kinder than any of them. And secretly,
at night, I dream of being rescued by a big, strong hero, who’ll then carry
me away to live in a castle like a princess. Not just any hero. A monster.
It’s been a silly fantasy. Everybody has always said monsters aren’t real.
They’re made-up creatures invented to scare people into doing the right
thing, which is why I’ve always yearned for one to save me. But did I hear
my mistress whisper something about monsters killing people in a nearby
town before she and Wendell left for the market? Surely they were only
playing an awful trick on me.
Their being mean is much more realistic than a monster coming to
rescue me, but I won’t let their nastiness break my spirit. I may be held
captive behind bars, but my imagination is free, so I’ll simply dream up a
new future for myself and escape into that.
Today will be the day I get a new home. A good home. With a nice
mistress or master. Human, monster — I don’t care, as long as they’re kind.
I sit with my chin held high all morning, but nobody comes. The day
wears on, and I lean my head against the bars with a sigh. The light in the
tiny basement window is fading to dusk, and I’m still trapped.
Unable to bear reality, I close my eyes to imagine a place far from this
cage. A garden filled with flowers, where the sunlight warms my back, and
someone offers a kind word or a gentle touch. What might that be like?
Pure happiness? Would I sing? There was a time long ago when someone
sang to me, and I remember how comforting it was. The last time I sang, I
was young and new to this place, and my mistress caned me for being a
noisy nuisance.
But she’s not here now…
With nobody around to hear me, I start to sing. I don’t really know any
songs, so I make up the words and the tunes, not caring how it sounds, but
finding some relief in the expression of my woes.
 A sudden pounding at the door above snaps my spine straight. Ripped
from the sanctuary of my daydream, I hush and strain my ears.
There’s a loud thud, and someone with a deep, powerful voice, calls into
the house above me. The visitor is definitely male and full of authority, so
it’s not Wendell or my mistress.
I’m about to call for their help, but the sound of his extremely heavy
footsteps overhead gives me pause. Whoever it is, he’s big. The manor is
practically shaking beneath his feet. Who could it be? Will he hurt me? I
can’t protect myself from such a large man.
I squeak and huddle in the corner of my cage. I cover my head, squeeze
my eyes shut, and hope for a miracle.
The cellar door slams open, and the footsteps stop outside my cage.
Every hair on my body rises at the sudden change of energy in the
room. There’s an incredibly masculine presence in here with me, and I don’t
have to open my eyes and look up to confirm that he’s large. I can feel his
size.
He says something in a language I don’t understand, and I shrink lower
at his commanding tone.
He gives a quiet rumble and eases his tone to a gentle whisper.
I still can’t understand him, but the atmosphere has changed. I shift my
head just enough to tentatively sniff the air. My nipples harden, and my
mind spins. His male musk is mingled with the scents of smoky fires and
pine, and when he speaks again, the timbre of his voice holds a rich softness
that strokes warmth along my spine from the inside.
Slowly, carefully, I lift my head, peek through my hands, and freeze.
A monster is staring back at me.
A real one.
They exist.
Do I scream? I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. The sight of
him is too overwhelming. Am I seeing things?
I take a moment to rub my eyes and blink my vision clear, but there he
stands.
His skin is the deep gray of slate, and he almost looks made of stone,
but when he momentarily rubs one huge hand over his broad, muscular
chest, his fingers leave the kind of marks a rug gets when it has been
brushed the wrong way.
He’s soft? I sit straighter and study him more carefully.
 The claws on his big fingers are blunted, and the hair on his head is
thick and black. Subtle waves flow between his twisted horns and over his
shoulders in a dark river while some locks frame his face in a way that
emphasizes the handsome squareness of his jaw, and the mysterious glint in
his dark-brown eyes. He tilts his head as he looks me over, but otherwise
stays so still, I can’t tell what his intentions may be.
He’s twice the size of a human man and has the commanding presence
of an intimidating warrior, and yet, there is no malice rolling off him. He
takes no steps to instill fear within my heart.
If he’s not here to scare me, has he come to rescue me? Like I
imagined? I search his face again, and then properly take his measure.
His trousers are practical but streaked with stains, which are likely
related to the massive sword at his belt. There are no boots on his huge feet,
and I stare at his trimmed and tidy claws when he digs his them into the dirt
floor. I am most definitely looking at a monster, and I dare not look away
for two reasons. One — I can sense his power. And two — I am in awe of
his beauty.
He steps forward and gently rattles the door of my cage. The lock
remains firm. He pulls his dark brows downward and grunts softly, before
meeting my gaze.
My heart pounds in my chest, as I use the bars to pull myself to my feet
and face him fully.
His eyes widen, and he stamps his foot. He rattles the cage harder, rips
the door right off its hinges, and tosses it aside.
The aggressive maneuver startles me, and I gasp and press my back to
the wall. But instead of coming forward to grab me, he crouches down,
opens his incredibly muscular arms wide, and gestures with a flick of his
fingers that I should climb into them.

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GARONN

M y petTheis female.
moment I lay eyes upon her, my horns tingle and I feel the pull
of the special bond mentioned in the handbook. It’s instant, and I need not
look at more humans. This one is mine.
She’s small and scared, and someone has marked her beautiful, clear
skin with painful-looking stripes.
Not wanting her to sense my anger at this, I focus only on her sweet
face and beckon again, for her to approach. Her pretty blue eyes dart from
side to side, before they sparkle at me with an inexplicable recognition. She
knows it too. We are two destined souls, meeting for the very first time.
She eases closer, and I nod, encouraging her in soft, hushed tones I hope
she’ll find inviting. “I am so sorry I couldn’t break you from this place
faster, sweet thing. Come to me, Pet. You are safe now. Master has found
you, and he will take good care of you.”
She takes another step toward me and looks at one of my hands. I forget
trying to hug her to my heart and reach out to her with that hand instead,
holding it open and flat in invitation. “That’s it, little one. Come.”
She flits her gaze between my face and my hand and creeps closer. She
lifts her hand, but looks to me for some sort of approval as she hovers it just
above mine.
I nod and stay very still, so I don’t spook her. She’s so wary and skittish.
 Again, my blood heats at the thought of her mistreatment. I will find out
whoever lashed at her skin and wore that red mark around her ankle. If they
have not yet been slaughtered, I will shred their skin worse than they have
harmed hers — and they won’t be granted the gift of my healing skills.
“Come, my darling. I’ll make it all better,” I promise.
She looks at my open palm and lightly brushes the tips of her fingers
over it in the sweetest caress.
A shiver runs through me at her touch, and my horns start to pulse with
a strangely exciting sensation. My cock begins to plump, and I close my
eyes, as I breathe in her scent.
Her blood calls to mine in ways The Human-keeper’s Handbook didn’t
mention on the first page. I’ll need to read more, because the tiniest touch
and gazing upon her body has caused a response in mine — a very
intriguing but inappropriate one. Has she been sprayed with some sort of
pheromone?
Is there something in the handbook about being attracted to one’s
human pet? Why would Hordan not mention it? Is this what his secretive
smile was about? That sly beast.
I allow my gaze to roam her bare body and can’t deny my attraction. I
can nearly wait to get her home, where I can explore the cause of the
peculiar sensations within me by learning her body more thoroughly. I
haven’t heard of other monsters having such feelings for a human, but I also
do not know any monsters who have been matched with one of these
special companions. Is this what Hordan felt for the female he spoke of
meeting?
My precious little gift strokes my palm again, her lips curling slowly
upward at one side of her mouth.
“Do you like the way I feel, Pet?” I ask, as she slides her fingers over
my wrist. They linger where she’ll be able to feel my pulse racing beneath
my pelt.
She raises her eyes to mine, and she gives a subtle twitch of her lips in
another almost-smile. She curls one of her hands around my thumb, takes
my littlest finger in her other fist, and then guides my hand toward her face.
She tilts her head to one side and presses the pads of my fingers to the side
of her neck.
The rush of her blood feels like rapid thunder beneath her skin, and I
smile too. “Yes Pet. We are both excited.” I stroke the smooth skin of her
throat, and she releases her grip, making it easier for me.
“You are learning to trust me,” I whisper, trailing my touch lower, to
trace the curve of her breast. Her nipples tighten into even prouder peaks,
and my mouth waters. I graze one with my thumb. “It’s good that you are
not afraid. I believe our souls have been waiting to connect, and I will never
harm you. There is no reason to fear me.”
I slowly raise my hand to stroke her cheek, and she leans into my touch.
“Yes Pet. Come now.” I motion for her to move closer, and she does as
I’ve bid.
Her obedience soothes a need inside me, but the sway of her hips ignites
others.
I gather her small, cold body close to mine, and she snuggles in, eager
for my warmth.
She is chilled and a little mangy — definitely in need of a bath. It pains
me that she has been left alone in such poor holding conditions, but she’ll
be kept well from this day onward.
I carry my little human away from the kennel she was locked in. She
will never be caged again if she can behave well, and I doubt she will be
anything but perfect for me. From the bond between us, I can sense only the
most docile and sweet-hearted vibrations from her, and I look forward to
our long and happy life together.

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VANYA

H iscan’thearthelpmakes a steady sort of purring sound, and it’s so comforting, I

but press closer as he carries me outside. I nestle against his
soft skin, which is really more like a fine, close-cut pelt, and marvel at the
size and feel of him. He’s incredibly muscular, and his velvet-like hide is so
luxurious and warm, I want to drag myself along him, despite how indecent
that would be. I’m disheveled and naked, and he is so pristine.
It’s noisy in the street, and I huddle against the kind monster hero who
saved me from that awful cage. He hums softly and pats my bottom before
stepping into the back of a large, driver-less carriage with very grand, plush
seating inside. I’ve never seen a carriage like it, but it’s one of the grandest
things I’ve ever seen in my life.
He doesn’t put me on the seats, and I don’t blame him. I would probably
ruin them with my obvious low-born filth. But he surprises me by sitting
me on his lap, facing forward, where I can see buildings burning out the
window. I lean forward in surprise. Is everything gone?
I hear children laughing down the street, and when they run into view,
the monster behind them is not chasing after them to attack; he simply tags
one of the boys and runs back the other way. They are playing. It’s a strange
sight, because I can tell from the children’s clothing and the shackle-marks
around their ankles, that they are servants and not permitted to play. I watch
them skip and dance in the streets with no recourse. They were servants, but
now they’re free.
 Have these good monsters come to save us all?
My monster drapes a heavy cloak around my shoulders like a blanket,
and I pull it around myself as I shiver. It smells of him, and I like it. A lot.
I also like the way he feels beneath me. Sturdy, and mounded in the
place that rubs between my thighs in an interesting way once the carriage
starts moving. I spread my legs a little wider, to make room for the bulge in
his trousers, and quickly find myself filled with a new sort of pleasure. The
cobbled streets are bumpy, and the thick, meaty rod I’m seated on is making
me want to move. I rock back and forth along it, and my monster utters a
strained moan.
I peek over my shoulder at the handsome beast. He looks up from the
large, mud-covered, book he’s been trying to read and smiles enough for me
to see his teeth. I stare at his pointed canines. They look made for piercing
skin. Will he bite me?
The thought makes me rub myself on his lap even faster. I look up to
meet his gaze and could melt in the honeyed warmth of his kind eyes.
Eager to face him properly, I try to turn around, but his big hands grip
my hips, making me feel small. I’m made to stay where I am, only the angle
has changed. He guides me forward, until I’m perched at the tip of the
bulge, and it strains at me, as if it has a mind of its own and wants to push
itself inside me.
He uses gentle fingers to stroke the inside of my thigh and then strum
the sensitive part I was grinding on him before, and it’s like lightning
strikes through me. I whimper and shuffle my bottom, so I can make it
happen again.
He chuckles softly and doesn’t disappoint. He rubs at the perfect spot,
while the bumpy cobbles make the bulge nudge at me. I’m getting hot and
twitchy all over, and a need is building inside me — a promise that I want
to reach for any way I can.
My heart is pounding, and I can’t get enough air. Is my monster feeling
something similar? He starts stomping his big foot at the floor of the
carriage, and he thrusts at me with the fat thing between my legs in such a
way that my body explodes with pleasure.
I cling to his knees, seeing stars, while he pushes at me.
Uncontrollable waves of wonder squirt out of me, to soak his trousers.
How did I do that? Nothing makes sense, and I roll into one spasm after
another. They grip my core in fists of joy, as my monster bucks beneath me.
 I hold on tight, while he thrusts like he could break right through me,
and then he groans, stills, and kicks his leg in a sharp twitch. He folds over
me, wrapping me into his arms as the carriage fills with the most
intoxicating, edible scent.
I inhale deeply, and another wave of pleasure spreads through me. It
brings my body to life in ways I never knew about, and I convulse with the
strength of the incredible sensations he caused inside me.
He murmurs unintelligible words, holds me close, and slumps back in
his seat, breathing as hard as I am. His heart slowly returns to a steady beat,
and he turns me sideways and rocks me, while the carriage rolls on as if the
whole world hasn’t changed forever.
I reach up to stroke his square jaw with utter reverence at what he made
me feel — at the delight still fluttering within me. “What is your name,
hero?”
His dark eyebrows twitch and pull down at the center. He sweeps my
hair back from my face and says something I don’t understand.
I frown too and shake my head.
I place my hand on my chest. “Vanya,” I say, before pressing my hand
to his chest and asking for his name again.
He utters a sound I doubt I can imitate, but I try to roll my tongue and
coax a similar rumble from my throat. “Mmmarrr-zzoooaarrr?”
His chuckle bounces me up and down, and he presses one of his fingers
to my lips. It smells of the place between my legs, and I wrinkle my nose as
I lean away from it.
His brow furrows, and he takes his fingers to his nose. He flares his
nostrils, and the bulge that was deflating into softness beneath me, begins to
swell once more. It strains against my buttocks and notches into the groove
between my legs.
My handsome monster thrusts my legs apart and strokes me where he
made me feel so good. His touch slides against my bareness with ease, and I
soak his fingers with my strange slickness.
He holds up his hand.
We both stare at his glistening claws, fingers, and knuckles, and then he
does the unthinkable. He sucks them clean.

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H erpink.eyesShegrow as wide as I’ve seen them, and her face flushes bright
averts her gaze, and then tries to climb out of my lap.
I let her turn away but pin her back where she was, straddling my cock.
We both seem to like that. She’s a sensitive wee thing, and her pleasure had
such an effect on me, I couldn’t hold back my own. She doesn’t appear to
like her sweet, delicate flavor, but I’m hopeful she’ll grow to love mine,
because she’ll be swallowing a lot of it.
I accidentally dropped The Human-Keeper’s Handbook in the mud
when I entered her prison, and many of the pages are now stuck together
and unreadable, but from what I have been able to read, it suggests an
exchange of our fluids is an incredibly pleasant, symbiotic exchange that
helps with the bonding between monster and pet, while also supplying the
human female with nutrients that will stimulate milk production. My little
pet made me come in my pants, but she’ll be drinking the next orgasm I
have, and I can’t wait for it to bring us closer in every way.
I’m anxious to get her home, clean her up, and heal her hurts, so she’ll
be ready for her new life. She clearly does not understand a word I say, but
I long to hear her call me Master in a more recognizable way. Her attempt
was very cute, though. And the way she said her name was very beautiful. I
will have to practice it before I say it to her face. I want to please her by
saying it absolutely perfectly. Vah-nyah.
 The carriage grows dim as the sun sets, and Vah-nyah’s little body
relaxes against me. Before long, she is wilting in sleepiness, and I cuddle
her closer, keeping her supported so she’ll feel safe.
It is well into the night when we arrive at my new estate, and she is so
deeply asleep, she does not rouse as I prepare the clinic. Nor does she wake
when I remove her cloak and lay her on the soft, heated pad upon the
examination table. It seems almost unnecessary to sedate her further, but I
do not wish for her to wake in pain or move too much while I treat her
wounds.
I press the medicator wand to the pulsating vessel in her neck,
administer a light, temporary dose of a muscle relaxant, and watch her body
rest more heavily onto the warming pad. She may wake, but she will not
have the ability to move, so there will be no risk of making her injuries
worse. Her delicate hand twitches in mine, and I press a kiss to her palm
before I attach the electrodes to her fingers, so I can monitor her wellbeing
while I make my assessments.
Once I have her connected and I’m happy with the vitals on the screen, I
arrange her onto her stomach and study the not-quite-healed stripes on her
back. My chest aches for the pain she has suffered while someone marked
her perfect skin. Somebody whipped her.
“Who could possibly believe you so naughty?” I gently stroke the soft
skin along her side, before I press at the angry-looking edge of one of the
healing welts.
Vah-nyah gives a muffled mewl and struggles to open her eyes. She
suffers still.
I retract my probing claw and stroke her cheek.
She blinks at me, and then settles.
“I will make it better, sweet thing.” I reach for the drawer of longer-term
pain medication, to extend her relief beyond what the wand can deliver for
a human, and choose a mid-sized suppository. “You’ll feel no pain in my
house, Vah-nyah,” I assure her sleepy form. I don a glove, lubricate my
fingers, and spread her buttocks.
She snaps her eyes open, searching for me with a wildness in her gaze.
“Trust me, Pet. I’ll take good care of you.” I press the bullet-shaped
pain relief into her anus, pushing it beyond her sphincter. Her eyes widen,
and I work the medication into the walls of her rectum with my slippery
finger, until it slowly melts to deliver its analgesia.
 “You’ll start to feel better soon, Pet,” I murmur.
She adjusts quickly to the way I’m touching her, and a small whisper of
a smile graces her lips while I massage her inner walls. Her eyelids flutter
shut, and she utters a soft, appreciative moan, as the last of the pain relief
dissolves inside her. The scent of her arousal thickens, and I slowly slide
my finger in and out of her bottom, testing the strength of her sphincter
while obvious enjoyment blooms in her expression. It feels incredibly
sexual to penetrate her this way when she smells this aroused, and a rush of
heat runs through me.
If my intentions are not medical, I am purely taking advantage of her.
But she is my soul companion, and I’m to care for her intuitively. Does that
include sexually sating her? She’s the human I was created to serve, so
surely, my desires are driven by hers? I must finish cleaning and reading
that handbook.
I pump my thick finger back and forth and watch her smile grow. “Does
it feel good, Pet?” I ask.
I fuck her hot little ass with my finger and can’t help but think about
doing it with my cock. That’s probably not a thought I should let myself
indulge in, but it’s hard not to imagine how beautifully she’d squeeze me.
The inviting look in her eyes has me incensed, and my heart begins to
gallop. Would she want me to penetrate her?
Is that a thing monsters may do with the humans in their care? Is it part
of keeping them happy? My cock strains in my trousers. She is a pretty little
thing, and I can’t deny the desire building within me.
I slide my finger deeply and then withdraw a little. I do it slowly and
repeatedly, while I watch her face to gauge her response.
She closes her eyes, and her lashes flutter against her cheeks that turn a
beautiful shade of pink. Her breaths become more ragged, and I speed up
my thrusts to match. Her eyes sparkle at me, alive with something magical
that spurs me onward.
“Mmm… That’s good, isn’t it?” I coo. “You’re nice and tight, Vah-nyah.
Take a little more for Master.”
I massage her ribbed passage, add enough lube and pressure at her back
entrance to relax her, and then slide a second finger into her perfectly elastic
ass. With some training, I could stretch her enough to take my cock, which
has grown incredibly hard from the thought of filling her. “Good girl. Very
nice.”
 She moans again, and her heady sexual musk intensifies beyond belief.
It fills my nostrils and makes my blood rush, my horns throb, and my cock
ache. The urge to mate her grips my insides in a nervous twist.
I withdraw my fingers from her ass, toss my glove into the bin, and
spread her cheeks more, to inspect her hairy little sex. She’s dripping
arousal. I part her folds wide, to stare at her pink and shining fuck-hole, and
I can’t keep from leaning in closer. I breathe in her scent and drag the tip of
my long tongue around her honeyed entrance, before I sink it slowly inside
her sweet heat. I probe gently to find her limits, and then lean back with a
grin. “I do believe you’re unbroken, Pet.”
I want to take her right now, on the clinic table. She’s so inviting, I can
barely stand it. My cock is leaking pre-cum, wetting my leg where the
restrictive fabric of my trousers has trapped my thick shaft. I quickly take
off my pants and stand naked and free next to my precious Vah-nyah.
It’s a relief to be unrestrained, but it makes it a lot harder to concentrate
when it would be so easy to mount her.
“She’s not well,” I remind myself through a clenched jaw, as I grit my
teeth. “And I am her master. To do anything but give her the best of care
would be indecent.”
I wash my hands and coat her wounds in a numbing, high-strength,
antiseptic salve that should heal them within a day. Hopefully, without any
scarring. I carefully trace the path of the lashings she has received. I would
hate for her to bear these marks of cruelty for the rest of her life.
Through my movements to tend to her, Vah-nyah’s dark hair has fallen
over her face. I sweep it back and discover she has trusted me with her body
to the point of such relaxation, she has fallen asleep. Her long, thick
eyelashes are a shade darker than her hair, and they quiver as she rests.
I run the pad of my thumb across her full lips, parting them slightly,
before another sexual urge gives me pause. She will drink my semen when
she wakes. The book says it is necessary, to cement our bond and begin her
body’s journey into milk production, and I planned to serve it to her in a
bowl, but the desire to press my cock between her soft lips… It calls to me.
Even now, when she is asleep, the slackness in her jaw makes me want to
see how far her mouth can stretch around me.
I lean back; try to catch my breath.
I have never felt so aroused around another being — and certainly could
not have fathomed feeling this way about a human. My pet. My desire to
claim this female as a sexual companion is so powerful, I’m appalled at
how strongly I’m driven to act upon my urges. Is this more evidence of the
instant connection I felt between our souls? Will this bond only strengthen
as we nourish each other? She will take my semen, and I will take her milk,
and we will both be granted satisfaction, like I gleaned from the cleanest
pages of the handbook on the way here.
A pearl of seminal fluid has gathered at the tip of my cock, and I see no
reason to waste it when I could use it to bring us closer together. I collect it
with my thumb and smear it across her lips, leaving them wet. I collect a
little more and press it into her mouth. She suckles gently, like a baby at the
breast, and I utter an appreciative rumble.
Vah-nyah shivers in her sleep, and when I retract my thumb, her lush
lips curl into a dreamy smile. Is she hungry?
I stand with my cock directly in front of her face and then gently press
its tip to her lips like a kiss.
She sucks at my slit, drawing more pre-cum from me, and it tickles in
the most delicious and devious way. I milk my shaft to give her a little
more, before I pull back with difficulty.
It would be so nice to have her drink from me, just as it will be so
satisfying for me to drink from her. But this is not the time for it.
I stroke her neck, and then roll her onto her side. Her breasts are of a
decent size, and I cannot wait to bring her into milk. I lower my face to her
chest and nuzzle at her soft, plump flesh, loving the way she smells. I take
her nipple into my mouth and roll my tongue over it, to gain a feel for her.
Her small teat is firm and erect, and soon it will become even thicker and
easier to suckle. I latch on and pull with a firm suction.
Vah-nyah utters a soft moan in her sleep, and the mouth-watering scent
of her arousal intensifies. I smile around her breast before letting it slip
from my mouth. “I like it too, Pet. We will both enjoy my milking you.”
I tilt my head and study her face. The color in her cheeks is up, so I turn
the temperature of the heating pad down, and then press my fingers to her
forehead. I should take her temperature.
I roll her back onto her stomach and assess her wounds again. The
redness and inflammation are fading, but she could still have a mild
infection. I twiddle my fingers against my thigh and glance at the range of
glass thermometers I was gifted to help care for my pet. She responded with
sexual excitement when I had two of my fingers inside her tight little
asshole, and I did so enjoy seeing her stretched…
I select one of the larger thermometers and lube the bulb at the end,
before pressing it to her tiny, puckered ring. I nudge it at her a few times,
allowing the lubricant to spread. “Open wide and say aaah, Pet.”
I push the fat bulb firmly enough to breach her, and she flares around it
beautifully.
Her eyes fly open again, and she searches for me. I smile and stroke her
until her heart rate settles again. “Good girl,” I whisper, sliding the glass rod
back and forth a few times before burying the thermometer deep in her back
passage — all the way to the flared base, where I await the gage to record
her temperature.
It’s taking longer than expected, so I reposition the thermometer,
adjusting it a few times to get it situated better, before pressing it deep
again. I tap at the gage, hoping to get a reading, and the thick base bumps at
her ass.
Vah-nyah gives a delightful moan, and the scent of her arousal fills the
clinic.
I moan too, frustrated I can’t mate her.
Or could I? She is mine. Would she like it?
I should wait until the muscle relaxants wear off and she’ll be able to
resist if she pleases. I know I should. But the urge to bond is so strong, I
can’t stop myself from doing something.
I scoop her rear end up and prop her knees beneath her in a way that
presents her juicy little cunt for inspection. I jostle the thermometer in her
ass, and Van-nyah’s sex twitches, as she gives a needy whimper. The flared
temperature gage has finally given a reading of a mild fever, but the
numbers are already dropping, and I’m in no rush to remove the thing when
she seems to take pleasure from it.
My cocks strains at the sight of her dripping sex, and my balls throb
with a pending release. I shake my head. No. I mustn’t. She is so small and
delicate and human. I won’t. Not all the way. But maybe just…
I slide the broad tip of my cock through her slick folds, smearing her
with my pre-cum, to mark her with my scent. “You’ll only ever be mine
from now on, Pet. My special girl. You’ll have part of me inside you.”
I pump my cock with my hand, dripping more of my fluid at her, and
then I rub it into her flesh with my tip, nudging at her tiny entrance while I
entertain the idea of thrusting inside her.
I’m going to come. She makes me feel so wild.
I pull away and reach for a beaker to spurt into, but my pleasure doesn’t
wait. I grip the end of my cock, to stifle the jet of cum that bursts from it
before I can aim into the glass collection vial. My swollen seed sac empties
in pulsing rushes of fluid, and I groan in relief, while I leave my other hand
to drip my first blasts of semen onto the floor.
I glance at Vah-nyah, so beautiful with her ass still in the air, the thick
glass thermometer stretching her hole, and her dark curls coated in her
arousal. Without thinking, I step close and smear my seed-soaked hand
across her sex. “Mine,” I whisper to her, as if it’s a secret she’s not yet
allowed to know. “Mine,” I repeat and push some of my seed inside her,
rimming the entrance of her human cunt with my finger.
Her sex quivers back at me, as if saying, I know, and a naughty thrill
runs down my spine.
A deep, forbidden bonding has begun.

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VANYA

I stretch with a moan and slowly rouse from the heaviness of sleep, only to
find myself floating naked in a pool of warm water. Am I dreaming?
A deep, soothing sound travels through me, as I drift between a dream
and the waking world. A voice, calling me home. Not to the locked servants
quarters in the cellar of my mistress’s manor house, but a true home. A
place where I belong — where I was always meant to be.
“Vah-nyah,” his soft, husky rumble murmurs, while a loving touch
strokes my skin and gently pulls me through the water, so my hair floats out
behind me.
“I’m coming,” I say, but my voice feels groggy and hard to bring forth
from my throat. I try again, scared I won’t be heard. “I’m coming.” That
voice is safety and wonder, and I don’t want to be left behind, alone and
afraid. Not again. “Don’t leave without me.” I panic and hurry to chase the
voice, but I can’t swim.
I sink and splutter, but big, strong arms grip me tight and lift me above
the water. My splashing, flailing limbs are pinned against my sides, and
drowning seems a very real threat, but despite my inability to break free,
my head remains above the water, where it’s being held.
Slowly, I’m turned to face my large monster hero. A series of strange
images run through my head. A medical room. Being naked and unable to
move or beg for more, while he pushed big, slippery things inside me, to
make me feel full and wonderful while my pain faded away. I’m still naked,
and I think my monster is too. Is this a bath?
He pulls me against him with a warm smile on his face. “Vah-nyah.” He
practically purrs my name. He runs his hand over my wet hair and trails one
clawed finger under my chin, to tilt my face toward his. He presses his lips
to my forehead in a lingering kiss that makes me flush with heat all over.
“Mo bre-shay spraah.”
I gaze up at him. What is it he said? Because it felt like I love you. He’s
the first being to ever make me believe such a thing is even possible, and
I’m going to be very happy if he is my new master.
He continues to speak softly as he wades to the edge of the pool with
me still in his arms. His legs feel strange, moving against mine in the water.
Why? Does he have more than two?
I twist to look, but he chuckles, scoops me up out of the water, and sets
me into some sort of seat with a bar over my lap, to help keep me inside it.
He tilts it backward, to wet my hair in the water, and then rights it again,
before squirting liquid soap into his hands. It smells of flowers and sunshine
when he works my hair into a perfumed lather, and I almost moan with
pleasure at how well his big hands massage my scalp.
His deep murmurings set me at ease, and satisfied he won’t let me
drown, I relinquish my death grip on the chair and give in to his
ministrations. He rinses my hair, and then begins washing my body. I’ve
always done that myself, but when I reach for the soap, he firmly pushes
my hand away. I try twice more, but when he fixes me with a warning look
and gives a low growl, I stop and hold onto the back of the chair by my
head, exposing my armpits so he can wash them.
He’s very thorough and leans in for a quick sniff and grunt of approval
before moving on. He soaps my neck and collarbones, and then my other
arm and armpit, before lathering both his hands and cleansing my breasts.
I think little of his intensive methods at first — understanding he must
want me to be very clean so I don’t make his home dirty — but before long,
I’m getting short of breath and feeling restless in my seat.
Nobody has touched me like he’s touching me. His hands massage, and
his thumbs swirl. My nipples firm under the attention, and he rubs them,
twisting them with slippery fingers as if to polish them to a bright shine. His
eyes twinkle at me, and I know he’ll start washing some other part of me
soon, but I don’t want him to stop. It’s like he’s found a secret pathway
from my breasts to deep in my core, and lit it up with a hundred sparkles.
I grip the chair and squeeze my legs together, and he smiles. “En du,
Spraah.” He releases my breasts and washes the water over me before
soaping up my belly. He inches closer and closer to the curls of my sex, and
my heart pounds so fast, I can’t distinguish a singular beat. It’s just a blur. A
buzz. A thrum of anticipation, focused between my legs, where he made it
feel so good when we were in the carriage.
His fingertips brush the seam of my crease, and I spread my legs for
him willingly. He meets my gaze and rumbles in a way that makes my
insides tingle. “Je mo en du, Spraah.” He walks his fingertips down through
my curls and gently strokes the lips of my sex. I spread my legs farther, and
his smile broadens.
He gets more soap and washes each of my legs, watching me closely. I
giggle when he washes between my toes and tug my leg away from his
tickling, but he holds me firmly and laughs until I begin screeching that I’m
going to pee in his pool.
He stops immediately, rests his hand to my lower belly, and presses at
my swollen bladder. “Pee?” he asks.
I blush and nod. I do have to go.
He releases the bar holding me in the chair, gathers me into his arms,
and carries me out of the big, tiled bathing pool. He sets me on a nearby
platform and then presents me with a chamber pot. “Pee,” he commands.
But my need to go has vanished, because the water isn’t hiding his body
from me anymore, and he is a very large, very male monster. I was made to
wash Wendell thrice a week, and his penis would always stiffen and grow,
but he was human, and I am now looking at a monster penis, which is very
hard not to notice. It’s easily twice as long as Wendell’s and at least six-
times around. A big, fat cock.
My monster clears his throat, and I meet his amused gaze. “Pee,” he
rumbles again in a tone that brooks no argument. I keep my eyes on him
and lower myself over the chamber pot. He nods, and then we wait. And
wait.
He turns on a nearby faucet, and the sound of running water hits me
with its magical powers. My flow starts, and I blush under his attention. His
smile makes him look so pleased, and I feel as if I’ve done something
special and good, but how can that be?
 It’s even more confusing when he reaches under the counter for a jar
full of little crimson balls kept in a red liquid. He dips his fingers into the
jar and pulls out what appears to be a small, sweet-smelling fruit. He holds
the strange berry in front of my face, his fingers dripping red syrup.
My empty stomach gurgles with need, and my mouth waters with desire
for this thing that looks and smells so tasty. I lean closer, and sniff at it.
He nods and presses it to my lips. “Tahg.”
I test it with the tip of my tongue, and my taste buds come alive with the
flavor. I open wide to accept his gift, loving the tang of its juicy, cherry-like
tartness and full plum-like taste. It’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever
tasted, and I’m so hungry, I can’t savor it enough before I’ve swallowed it
down. I reach for my monsters fingers and suckle the juice from them.
My tongue must tickle him, because his laugh is higher-pitched than
before, and it’s like music to my ears. It’s so joyful and uplifting, that I
slurp and suck at his fingers even harder.
His eyes widen, and he stares at me.
I stop licking between his fingers and slide them from my mouth with a
kissing sound. Did I do something wrong? His nostrils are flaring. Is he
mad at me?
He pulls me into his arms, and I gasp at his strength and speed when he
carries me back into the water. His body is tense and practically trembles
with restrained energy. Is he angry? What’s he going to do? I can’t see a
whip nearby, but he’s so big, there’s no way I could overpower him if he
wants to harm me.
He doesn’t inflict any pain. Quite the opposite. He begins washing me
again, holding me close as he does. He slides his soaped and slippery
fingers between my legs, cleansing me with firm, circular strokes that have
me dropping my head back with a pleasurable moan.
“Mmm. Tah-nes, Spraah.” He rubs at me in the way he built all the
special feelings he made me feel in the carriage.
I pant and gasp for breath as pleasure jolts through my body, and I jerk
and squirm and writhe in his arms. My womanhood grips at nothing, with a
sense of emptiness defined by its longing to be filled. My monster presses
at me, his thick finger suggesting it could quell the yearning, and I
automatically spread my legs, welcoming him to try. But he only probes at
the shallows, and then soaps his hand again, to continue washing me.
 He strokes between my legs, as if he knows how sensitive I feel there,
and then he washes my bottom, swirling his soapy fingers in hypnotic
circles that relax me. Until he concentrates his touch at my tightest hole,
rubbing like he needs it cleaner than any other part of me. The things he did
to me in the clinic flood my mind. His thick, slippery invasion of my most
private parts was thrilling in ways I can’t quite comprehend, and my body is
eager to explore those sensations again, but it seems shameful for it to feel
so good. It’s naughty to enjoy such a thing, I’m sure of it. I clench my
buttocks, to block him from doing it.
My monster grumbles at me, lifts my bottom out of the water, and
spanks it. Not hard enough to hurt, but firmly, so I know I’m to do as he
bids.
He lowers me back into the warmth and locks gazes with me, as he
soaps his hand and begins again.
Trapped in the power of his penetrating gaze, I let him proceed without
resistance, and the more he plays with my bottom, the more difficult it
becomes to pretend I don’t like it. I’m so hot, I must be flushed all over, and
I can’t seem to take a deep breath. He’s creating pleasure inside me again,
and every few moments, my sex tugs at my core as if it’s threatening to
ripple with more spasms.
It’s increasingly hard to stay still, and the worst part of it all, is that my
body wants more. More of him making my back hole feel so good. I want to
buck my hips and feel him push at me more firmly, and it’s torture to hold
myself back, but I don’t want to displease him. What would he think of me
if he knew my hope that he’ll wash me inside?
He presses at my puckered hole with his soapy finger and nods.
“Surrmahd, mo spraah. Surrmahd fo Mahz-uhrr.”
His name is unforgettable, but I can only guess the meaning of the rest.
My body understands him, though. It responds of its own accord, giving
zero resistance when he adds pressure with his big finger. My ring blooms
around him, and I whimper and pant at the stretch as he pushes inside me.
“Je mo en du, Spraah,” he says with a smile, as he slowly pushes in and
out of my bottom. He said something like that earlier, and I think it means
he is pleased. I’m also beginning to understand that I am Spraah.
His thick finger dips and drags. I shiver and squirm, and he stretches me
further, pushing another inside me. At first, I can hardly breathe, but he’s so
gentle and slippery, he soon probes and retreats with ease. The pleasure is
incredible, and he makes everything feel even better when he grinds his
palm over the sensitive bud at the top of my sex again. He’s pushing me
toward a whole new pleasurable destination.
“Mar-zuarr?” I manage to blurt between breaths.
He grins, and his motions get faster and more excited. The water slaps
at my skin, heightening the excitement happening between my legs.
“Mmm?” he asks, his eyes sparkling.
I tap at my chest and gasp with every breath he’s pumping out of me
with his fingers. “Spraah?” I ask.
“Tah-nes, Vah-nyah,” he says with a nod. He bends to speak right near
my ear. “Mo Spraah.” He whispers it in a way that makes me sound
incredibly special to him, and I can’t really believe it.
As if he knows I need convincing, he says it again and again, adding
new words to accompany the same phrase, the meaning of which seems to
amplify with the escalating pleasure inside me. He pumps at my bottom and
grinds his palm into my sex. “Je mo en foigin du, Spraah.”
My core pulls tight, poised at the cusp of intense pleasure. I tense and
gasp at its rapid, inevitable approach, and his tone changes.
He says something with such authority, so much deeper and growlier,
I’m driven to obey immediately, but I don’t know what he wants, and I
can’t think of what it could be, because his hand has given a similar
command to my body. One I can’t ignore. Overwhelmed by the powerful
sensation he forces through me, I cry out. I clench and grip his fingers
inside my ass, while I slide against his palm in uncontrollable bucking
movements.
“Tah-nes, Spraah. En du. En du. Za, za foigin en du.” He murmurs all
sorts of things, and every one of them sounds like praise.
So happy with myself for pleasing him, I surrender to all the beautiful
feelings flowing through my body, until I grow limp and can do nothing but
float in his arms once more.
“Umberree du, Spraah. Mo Vah-nyah,” he purrs and soaps me down.
Eventually, he carries me from the pool and wraps me in a giant towel so
soft and fluffy, I want to live in it forever.
He gives me another fruity treat, and I suckle at his fingers again,
because now I know he likes it. I lick a crimson drip from his thumb, and
then take it deep into my mouth, so I can slurp all of the juice from it in one
go. Mah-zuhrr makes me feel good, and I want to make him feel good too.
 With a strained sigh, he slips his thumb from my mouth and grips his
big cock.
Has it been hard this whole time? Is it always engorged? Does it hurt?
He strokes it like it hurts. And his balls look even bigger than before.
They’re very swollen, and the web of thick veins over the surface of his sac
has risen significantly. The urge to trace them with my fingers is one I may
not be meant to have, and I try to look away, but I can’t. I do believe they’re
pulsing. As if they’re full of life.
His gaze falls upon me with a kind of longing I feel in my core. It’s the
same needy ache of emptiness I had earlier. I don’t understand it, but I sense
it with all that I am.
He moves in front of me, and his motion is hypnotic. He strokes his
cock, thrusting into his hand. He clamps his muscular thighs at the peak of
every powerful surge of his hips, and the rest of his body tenses and
releases in similar ways, defining every muscle with absolute sculpted
perfection. He is simply beautiful to watch, and I can’t keep from
expressing my appreciation.
“You are very handsome, Mar-zuarr.” I do my best to roll my Rs, but he
doesn’t seem pleased with my pronunciation.
He grips his cock hard, grits his teeth, and growls.
I squeak and get disoriented by the speed with which he scoops me up
— one-handed. I squeeze my eyes shut, afraid to look at him when his body
is so rigid with rage.
When he sets me down, I crack one eye open and find myself in some
sort of penned area, with him staring down at me while he rubs at his cock
faster than ever.
He looks flushed in his face, the skin there a darker gray than it was
before, and his eyes are… hungrier? He doesn’t look angry, but I do not
understand what his expression means. I want him to cuddle me, like he did
before. It felt safe when he did that.
I push my fluffy towel aside and stand to reach for him over the tall side
of the pen. “Mar-zuarr?”
He drops his gaze to where my breasts press at the gridded mesh barrier.
My nipples have escape the pen, but the rest of me remains contained,
bulging through the wire in unseemly ways. He must think it horrid,
because he strides from the bathing room, depriving me of his magnificent
form. I wasn’t meant to appreciate the sight of him so much.
 He is abandoning me, and it feels like a punishment. He took me from
one cage and put me in another.
Please come back, my heart begs, but he does not come running, and I
sink back into my fuzzy towel with a shiver.
I will do better. If he doesn’t want me to admire him so much, I will
keep my gaze low, unless he instructs me to do otherwise. It is so wonderful
to receive all the kindness he’s shown me, and I wish only to please him.
Always. I will learn to behave as I should, and he will reward me with more
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I gripIthealmost
table and spill my seed into Vah-nyah’s food bowl.
didn’t make it to the kitchen. I’m going to have to train her to
swallow it directly from my cock, because my little human female makes
me want to come constantly.
At this rate, I’m going to be depleted before she can reciprocate
nourishment by providing me milk.
Once my nutrients are inside her, we’ll be on our way to becoming a
self-sustaining unit, but if I don’t bring her milk in soon, I’ll waste away
first. Now that I’ve tasted her sweet cunt and had her pleasure fill my soul
with joy, the thought of subsisting on my old diet of mealy, tasteless gruel
and cow’s milk is hard to stomach. I must feed her my seed at once.
Will she gobble it down and beg for more? She practically tried to eat
my hand when I gave her vitamin-packed fruity treats.
I squeeze the last of the cum from my cock with a soft moan. Her warm
mouth suckled at me beautifully, and I couldn’t help but wish she would
nurse my cock the same way. Another shot of seed bursts forth at the
thought.
There may be something wrong with me.
Do all monsters feel this way about their human pets? Is it in the big
handbook I was given? Only half of the guidebook is readable now, but
haven’t read anything describing this. Why wouldn’t it be written on page
one? I have no experience or guidance to assist me with the things I’m
feeling; I am going by instinct. My very horny, very confusing instinct.
Is it our soul-companion bond that has me so aroused by this sweet
creature?
I have not found humans attractive before — though I have never been
around one so innocent and beautiful.
If this is what is meant to happen between monsters and their human
pets, then why didn’t anybody mention it? I’ve never heard of such a thing.
In truth, I never thought to imagine it was possible. How many other
monsters are secretly coveting their pets with a thought to mate them?
I swallow hard, set a little spoon next to Vah-nyah’s bowl, and then head
to my dressing room to don some trousers. The way she looks at my cock
makes it swell, and I need to restrain myself if I’m to help her feel safe in
her new home.
When I go to retrieve her, she is huddled in the corner of her pen. Have
I scared her with my lack of control? My heart aches. I put her in a cage for
her own safety while I couldn’t give my full attention to her, but now I see
my mistake. I remove the barrier, and then collapse it altogether and bend
the metal frame into a ball. I roll it away, kneel next to her, and keep my
voice very soft when I open my arms. “Vah-nyah, come to Master.”
She keeps her head low but turns toward my voice, and then crawls
toward me and climbs into my lap. I wrap my arms around her and press
my face to her soft hair. “I am sorry if I scared you, Pet. I did not mean to.
You’re safe. Master won’t hurt you. I promise.”
She presses her soft little body closer but doesn’t lift her face, and I
miss her eyes gazing up at me. I stroke her chin and guide it upward, so I
can see her better. “You are very beautiful, Pet. You give me wonderful
feelings, and sometimes I get too excited, but it doesn’t mean you are
anything less than perfect. It is only that I am… tested by you. Tempted, as
it were. You are so very tempting.” I stroke my fingertips over her nipples
and they rise for me. As does the glorious scent emanating from betwixt her
thighs. She entices me even now, so soon after I orgasmed.
Her soft belly rumbles, and I flatten my hand over it. “I must feed you,
Pet.”
I pull her closer and stand. Her legs part around my body, and I support
her bottom, jostling her into a position where her breasts press to my chest,
and she can gaze over my shoulder while I carry her through the house
toward the kitchen. I set her onto the table, but she is so close to the edge.
What if she falls? Her legs are so thin and look unsteady.
“You must be careful, Pet,” I warn, as I guide her onto her hands and
knees. She looks much steadier, and I rather like the tilt of her pelvis in this
position. When I view her from behind, I can see her cute little asshole and
a small, intriguing strip of pink flesh protruding from the shining slit set
into her curls. She has two sets of lips down there, and I get hard thinking
about kissing them both. I can’t stop enjoying the way the slim inner ones
play peek-a-boo through the chubby outer ones. The rosy fold of flesh
pokes out like a tiny little tongue, and without thinking, I lean down to flick
at it with my own.
Vah-nyah startles and crawls forward, so she can look back at me with
her big blue eyes. I run my tongue over the sharp tips of my teeth and grin.
“You are mine to care for, Pet. If you are willing, I will do so however I
please.”
She shivers, and I yearn to stroke her from head to rump, but her
wounds are still visible, and I don’t want to damage her sensitive skin or
disrupt the healing process. I settle for patting her lightly on the head, and
then I collect her feed bowl and spoon.
Perhaps it really is that simple? If she is mine, I may do as I like with
her?
I don’t have to tell other monsters what I do with my human pet, just as
they do not tell me what they do with theirs. Perhaps all masters desire to
mate their pets? Perhaps they do it and regularly.
I tuck my cock between my legs and sit on the chair in front of her,
trapping my erection where it won’t alarm her. It strains against my thigh,
but I ignore it. My pet is hungry and needs to be fed. I scoop up a spoonful
of my seed and hold it to her lips.
She raises her eyebrows and tries to take the spoon from me. I move it
out of reach, shake my head, and hold it to her lips again. It’s my duty to
make sure she is nourished, and I won’t have her waste a single drop.
She sniffs it, smiles, and opens her mouth.
“That’s master’s good little pet,” I coo, watching her take her first taste
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H e wants to feed me himself.

It doesn’t make much sense. Does he think me so important he
would give up his time to do something so trivial? When I tried to relieve
him of the chore, he clicked his tongue in a scolding way, so that was the
wrong thing to do. I haven’t eaten much for days, and I’m starving. The
soup he’s offering smells amazing, so I open my mouth for him to give me
some.
“Je be Mahz-uhrr du, Spraah,” he rumbles happily.
I’ve pleased him.
I open my mouth wider and lean toward the spoon. He carefully delivers
the soup, and it spills over my tongue, lighting up my taste buds like
nothing I’ve ever tasted before. It’s cooler than I expected. Warm, not hot,
and the texture is strange. It’s like slippery honey that rolls down my throat
and makes my heart beat twice as strong. I lick at the spoon, and then look
at how much more there is in the bowl. I want it. All of it. Now.
“More,” I demand, forgetting my manners. I shuffle closer and tilt my
open mouth upward, ready for the next spoonful.
My monster grins, and he obliges. I think my appetite surprises us both,
but Mahz-uhrr does not seemed displeased. If anything, he’s excited by it.
He sits on the edge of his seat, feeding me as quickly as he can, as if it’s a
game and we’ll win if I finish faster. I try to do him proud, and it gets a
little messy, but I’ve soon taken the entire bowlful.
 I wipe my mouth and lick my fingers clean, while I look at the soup I’ve
spilled down my front. It gets stickier when it’s cold, but it still tastes
delicious. I scoop some from between my breasts, suck it from my
fingertips, and risk a glance at Mahz-uhrr, hoping he’s not angry that I’ve
made such a mess of myself after he took the time to wash me.
He doesn’t look upset. He looks very pleased, actually. My face warms
under the glow of his pride. I collect another big dollop of soup from my
breast, take it to my mouth, and savor its taste as I clean my hand with my
tongue.
“More?” he asks.
I frown. Is he speaking his language or mine? Either way, I understand,
and I would definitely enjoy some more, but when I crane my neck to see
into the big bowl, it’s empty.
He pats my sticky belly that has grown round from my meal. “Hmm.”
He sets the bowl aside, gathers the last of my mess from my breasts, and
feeds it to me with his fingers. I suck it from him, and he grunts softly. “Mo
bre-shay, Spraah.”
His other hand fondles my ear, and then he strokes my hair, trailing his
clawed fingers gently down my spine. For the first time since we arrived, I
remember the welts on my back. I twist and press my lips together in a
whimper as his touch crosses a stripe that’s still tender.
Mahz-uhrr pulls his hand back in a hurry, his expression one of concern
and regret. “Oh, mo Spraah,” he whispers. He gathers me into his arms and
carries me through his big monster-sized house.
He takes me to a room I recognize as the clinic, where he put things in
my bottom and made me feel good. It looks and smells much better than the
frightening doctor’s surgery I had to go to when my mistress found me after
the whipping, when I was in pain and covered in blood. Mahz-uhrr is a
much better healer. And much more handsome. Am I allowed to think that
about a monster?
I cling to him and hide my face when it heats.
He mumbles little hushing sound and lays me face down on a soft, puffy
cloud that makes my full belly feel warm and happy, but I’m still nervous
about what’s coming. I twist to look back at him, but he easily pins me with
one hand while he reaches into a drawer with the other. He pulls out a white
capsule about the size of my thumb, and holds it under a nearby canister, to
collect a glob of clear gel.
 The white thing has a strange chemical smell, and I don’t remember him
using it last time I was in here. I only recall waking up with his finger
giving me pleasure in a place I had no idea could feel good.
“What is it?” I squirm to get away when he brings it toward me.
He increases the pressure he’s using to pin me in place. “Surrmahd,
Spraah,” he says, spreading my buttocks with the slippery thing and
pushing it inside my bottom with his big finger.
My back passage is stretched and full, and I like how it feels when he
pushes his finger in and out of me while he rubs at my inner walls, but I
don’t understand why he’s doing it. Until the stinging pain from the skin on
my back begins to fade.
It wasn’t hurting earlier, either. Is he giving me medicine?
“Mo brah Spraah,” he croons, massaging me inside in a way that makes
me lift my ass to give him better access. “Mmm… Je mo en du, Spraah. Je
mo en du.” He slides his finger back and forth a little faster, and I lower my
head to the heating pad with a moan. Why do I like this?
And then the full, warm, slippery sensation is gone. He’s removed his
finger from my bottom, and the pressure he was pinning me with is gone.
I miss both. I like the way he touches me.
I shiver and cling to the soft heating pad below me. It makes the needy
feeling less intense. He’s only washing his hands across the room, but he
seems far away. Nobody has made me feel as wonderful as he has, and I’ve
become very attached to my monster very quickly. I want him close all the
time.
Relief washes through me when he pats my bottom. “Obdee-oop,
Spraah,” he says, helping me to roll over.
My back doesn’t hurt at all, and I smile up at him in gratitude. He
touches a fingertip to my nose and smiles back. “Boop.”
I giggle at the silly sound, and he holds his hand to his chest as he gazes
down on me with what feels like great fondness. My cheeks warm, and he
brushes one lightly with his finger. “Za bre-shay,” he murmurs, before
pressing the backs of his fingers to my forehead. His expression settles into
one of great concentration, and then he reaches for a thick glass tube with
lines on it.
It looks sort of familiar, but I’m not sure what it is. One end of it is big
and rounded light a lightbulb, the other end is shaped more like the big end
of a trumpet, and it has some sort of writing on it that glows. He holds it
under the gel-dispensing canister, and collects a few dollops of the slippery
stuff onto the bulbous end.
Memories flood back in. I’m sure the one he used last time was smaller.
Is he going to stick this one inside me? It’s huge.
I panic and start to scooch off the heating pad, but my monster captures
me and pins me back down with ease. “Scurrah,” he says firmly, and I get
the distinct impression he means stay.
He releases me but leaves his hand hovering, as if ready to pin me again
if I try to get away. “Nah bre spavenzana, Spraah. Bre-en du.” He holds a
finger up, as if asking me to wait, and then reaches under the big metal
platform my heated pad is on. He sets a big jar of the crimson fruits next to
me and taps the lid. “Scurrah, ana tahg mun dalla.”
Is he offering me a treat if I behave? I glance at the glass bulb-tube
thing again and shake my head. It’s too big. No amount of tasty treats are
worth taking that inside me.
Mahz-uhrr narrows his eyes. He spreads my legs, places his hand to my
belly to keep me in position, and then lowers his mouth to my sex. He laps
at the wetness I made when he put the medicine in my bottom, and I arch
my back, as pleasure grips my core. His tickling, teasing tongue brings forth
the needy ache inside that has only existed since I met him. I writhe and
rock my pelvis without any sense of control. The draw of the pleasure is too
much to resist, and I seek more, thrusting at him.
My monster hums, and I moan as the vibration travels through me. He
suckles at the little bud he’s turned into an incredible source of pleasure,
and when I feel him press the cold, slippery tool to my tightest hole, I’m
ashamed of myself for wanting it.
I tilt my tail and pant as his nudging gives way to a firm, pushing stretch
that spreads my back hole wide open.
It doesn’t hurt, and the cool, smooth glass feels oddly exciting when it
penetrates my heat. He pushes it deep, until the trumpet end bumps against
my buttocks and thighs. It’s wide enough to keep me from closing my legs,
and still he flicks his tongue at me.
He’s making me even wetter, and when I gush a trickle of fluid, he
slurps it up, and then pushes his tongue inside me to get more. He probes at
me with the tip of his tongue but he never pushes deep, the way my body
craves.
I buck at his face, encouraging. Begging.
 He grips the end of the thing in my ass and slides it back and forth. The
big bulb rubs against my inner walls, massaging them like he did with his
finger, only differently. More. I thrust at him, wanting more tongue, more
tool, more something.
“Maah-zuuhrr,” I beg on a moan, when he presses more firmly on my
belly to hold me down.
He shoves the bulb deep, bumps his knuckles at my sex, latches on to
my little bud, and growls.
The pleasure takes my body by storm. A rush of fluid sprays from me to
soak his neck and chest, and I throw my head back and cry out. My frantic
limbs kick and lash out, in an attempt to cope with the intensity of every
sensation, but my monster holds me trapped in it, forcing me to feel every
powerful, gripping jolt of bliss until I’m overwhelmed and can only
surrender to its strength.
He gives a deep, satisfied hum, and I feel it everywhere.
I close my eyes and float in a state of pure joy. My body is learning a
new language, it seems, and I listen carefully, memorizing every beautiful
nuance. A new sensation washes over my sensitive pleasure nerves,
soothing their rawness in a thick coat of warmth, like a comforting, fluid-
like blanket. My eyes are too heavy to open, my limbs, too heavy to lift. I
am totally vulnerable to him and happy to be so. If this is how life will be in
my new home, it’ll be fine by me. Mahz-uhrr is treating me very, very well.
Spent, I drift in a state of half-sleep, and he slips the tool from my
bottom. It leaves me feeling used in the best way, and I hope I pleased him
by doing as he wanted. I won’t be scared next time, now that he’s shown me
what impossible-seeming miracles my body can do.
I lift my nose to the air and breathe deeply. The new aromas I’m
encountering in my monster’s world are becoming familiar. This is a good
sign. They are smells of home — like the sweet scent of his delicious soup
filling the room. He must be making a new batch for me, and even though
I’m not especially hungry, I would definitely have some more. It made me
feel sated and vibrant and strong, and I liked everything about it. I wet my
lips and open my mouth like a baby bird. Will he feed me some, or will I
have to force myself to open my eyes and be awake enough to beg for more
spoon-feeding?
“Tah-nes, mo Spraah,” he whispers, pressing a warm soupy finger into
my mouth. I suck at it and hum as happily as he does. It tastes good, and
once I’ve licked him clean, I open my mouth for more. It’s so nice to not
have to do anything but lie back and let him care for me.
When my heat pad slowly spins with me on it, I don’t get scared or try
to stop it or run away. I let him do as he pleases, trusting that he’ll make me
feel good. He is so very good at it. I have never felt this wonderful in all my
life.
He slowly turns my resting place around, until my face is near his. He
smells of the place between my legs, but now that I know he likes that, I
like it too. Though I prefer his soup and could definitely use the energy it
gives me.
“Mahz-uhrr?” I make sure I pronounce his name as best I can.
“Tah-nes?” he purrs near my ear, before he kisses my forehead and each
of my fluttering eyelids.
“More, please,” I request in a breathy voice. I keep my eyes closed,
open my mouth, and wait.
A drop of warm soup hits my chin, and I reach for it with my tongue,
flick it into my mouth, and swallow it down. I feel stronger already.
“Ohm-bah, Spraah,” my monster instructs. He crowds closer, places his
finger on my chin, and gently opens my mouth.
Does ohm-bah mean open?
I do as I’m told, and he drips soup onto my waiting tongue. It feels so
cozy and nice to have him this close when I’m so sleepy. His musky scent
mixes with the sweet soup smell and makes me shiver, and when he presses
more of the delicious liquid to my lips, I lick and suckle happily. He must
be feeding me with his thumb, because it’s much bigger than his finger. I
can only latch on to the tip when I suckle, but I get a lot more soup. He has
a little dimple or divot that seems to be full of it, and I sweep my tongue
through it, testing how deep it is and how much more I can get, but Mahz-
uhrr pulls away with a surly rumble.
He spills soup all over me, and I rise with a gasp, but he pins me back
down with a huge hand over my eyes, so I can’t see. He mutters soft words
that sound like an apology and scoops globs of soup from my breasts and
belly and thighs. It tickles like crazy, and I wriggle and shiver as the air
cools it on my skin.
“You’re rubbing it in,” I say with a giggle when his cleaning attempts
only lead to it being smeared all over me.
 When he finally lets me up to see, I’m covered in it. We look at each
other and laugh. I scoop some from my breast and take it to my mouth,
before I hold my hands up for him to collect me the way we both like. “I
may need another bath, Mahz-uhrr.”
He grunts softly and collects me into his arms. I clamp my legs around
his thick sides and loop my arms around his neck. My slippery chest slides
against his, messing his soft pelt, but he doesn’t seem to mind. I guess
we’re both going into the pool.
He’s very careful not to drop me and constantly shrugs me higher if I
slip. Every time it happens, the little pleasure bud between my legs rubs
against his dark, damp fuzz, and my nipples drag against his firm sueded
surfaces, until they’re hard and tingling.
My monster takes care to clean me very well, and when he washes my
breasts, he spends extra time stroking me and rubbing my nipples.
It feels wonderful, and the more he does it, the more luxurious my new
life appears to be. The time and care he takes with me makes me feel very
special. He hasn’t made me do a single chore to earn my keep, and he
showers me with praise and pleasure and affection. I almost can’t believe
what a sweet and loving male he is.
Real monsters aren’t at all as bad as the imagined ones people made
them out to be. I’ve always been treated poorly by men, but I could get used
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I carry Vah-nyah to my bedroom and lay her in the warm nest I have made
for her next to my bed. I stroke her soft, shiny hair and gaze down at her
fondly. Her spent little body is exhausted, and after spilling my seed over
her so many times, I too could use a good night’s sleep.
Mayhaps I will dream of the way she suckled at my cock and slipped
her tongue into my slit, seeking my seed. It’s not how the handbook
suggests a master should feed his pet, but I’ve grown hard again just
thinking about it. Surely, if she is meant to drink of me, and I of her, the
mode in which the exchange occurs need not be so cold a transaction, like
using a bowl and spoon? Mealtimes are meant to be a nourishing bonding
process, so the closer we are, the better? It is not as though I couldn’t train
her to act as I please, considering how obedient she became, once her fear
was proven unwarranted.
My precious pet certainly seems to enjoy my flavor, so I hold high
hopes that she will learn to please her master this way. Tomorrow, her
training will begin in earnest, for I am determined to have her suck my cock
knowingly — with her eyes wide open.
I wish for her to kneel before me, open her mouth, and unfurl her
tongue to cushion my cock, while I stare into her pretty eyes and stroke
myself until I spurt more cum in her mouth than she can take. I want it to
drip all over her beautiful breasts. Will they swell soon? How long will it
be, before I can milk her? I must check the clean pages of the handbook
again. As I recall, it shouldn’t take long once she has been nourished by me.
I shuck off my pants, climb into bed, and lie staring at the ceiling a
while, before rolling over to watch Vah-nyah sleep. My fingers ache to
stroke her, but she is just out of reach. I hop out of bed and am pushing her
nest nearer, when I hesitate. How close can I keep her?
The manual said a human will need their own space sometimes. That it
is good not to overwhelm them, because they can be fragile in both body
and mind if disturbed. It is written that even the source of their food should
remain a mystery to them for as long as possible, as they do not always
respond to the knowledge favorably.
A sigh escapes me. It would be a shame if Vah-nyah decided not to
accept my seed once she knew where her meals were coming from. It
would stunt our mutually beneficial companionship before our bond has a
chance to develop. Perhaps I will keep it a secret from her for a bit longer.
Just in case.
I look between her bed and mine, and then pick her nest up with her still
asleep inside it and place it on my mattress, next to where I will sleep. I
give an approving nod, get back on my bed, and curl myself around her
nest, dangling my fingers over the low sides, to touch her soft hair.
“Sleep well, beautiful pet. Master loves you very much. Even in ways
he probably shouldn’t. But we don’t need to tell anyone about that. We’ll
just keep doing what feels right for us.”
I drift off to sleep smiling, and when I wake, it’s still night, but
something is different. What is it? For a moment, I lie in the darkness,
trying to gain my bearings. A little kissy sound reaches my ears, and I feel a
gentle tug at my finger.
Careful not to move my hand or make any sudden movements, I peer
over the side of Vah-nyah’s nest and marvel at what my night vision allows
me to see.
She is sucking my finger. In her sleep.
Is she hungry? Or only dreaming? Should I wake her?
A devious thought enters my mind. I carefully extract my little human
from her nest, and settle her onto my mattress without it. Then I lie down
next to her with my cock within suckling distance, close my eyes, and wait
to see what happens when I tempt fate.
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I rouse in the darkness, but don’t feel afraid. I don’t bother to fight the
heaviness of my eyes, and still exhausted, I nuzzle closer to my monster’s
warmth, comforted by his closeness. I’m safe with him, and I easily drift
back to sleep, believing he’ll smell this good even in my dreams.
“Eat your soup, Vanya-Spraah,” he says, bringing it toward me on the
spoon like a swooping bird. Warm drops land on my thigh, and he swipes
them up with his finger and brings the spillage to my lips. “Make sure you
get every little bit, my love. It helps you feel healthy and full of love
energy.”
I suckle at his fingers, and he hums. He likes it as much as I do. I suck
harder, but he grunts and pulls away.
“More,” I beg. “It tastes so good, and it makes me feel love energy
between my legs.” I’m having trouble describing the sensation, but there’s a
wetness slicking my thighs again.
“Mmm…” he moans.
I find his big thumb and guide it to my mouth, to taste a little of the
creamy goodness from the dimple he has there. He tries to pull away, but I
grip him with both hands and suck at the soupy sweetness.
“Vah-nyah,” he rumbles in a low, warning tone.
I don’t stop. I rub and squeeze his big thumb from base to tip, hoping to
get more soup.
He grunts, and then growls loudly. “Vah-nyah.”
 I snap my eyes open, lift my head, and stare at my monster’s strained
expression. He’s gripping his bedsheets, tensing every muscle to beautiful
perfection, as if he’s trying to keep himself still.
I lower my gaze to where I’m holding his huge cock with both hands. A
glistening bead of soupy goodness sparkles at its tip in the morning sun. Am
I dreaming? I lean forward, swipe my tongue over the pearlescent drop, and
flick it into my mouth.
It tastes like his soup. But I am not dreaming.
Mahz-uhrr, tugs his cock from me and rolls over with a groan. He
stands and tugs at the hair on his head before glancing over his shoulder at
me.
I wasn’t meant to touch him this way. He’s practically shaking.
“I’m sorry, Mahz-uhrr. I didn’t know what I was doing. Did it hurt?”
He frowns and turns back to me. He’s gripping his cock much more
firmly than I was, so I don’t think I hurt him. I wet my lips and inch closer.
He eases back, tilts his head, and searches my face. His expression lights up
after a moment, and he gently strokes my cheek before hurrying from the
room.
When he returns a short time later, the jar of fruit treats is in his hands.
He unscrews the lid, gives me one, and pats me on the head. He holds his
cock, collects a new shiny drop from the tip, and presses it to my lips. “En
du, Spraah.”
That’s what he says when I do something he likes, and his tone is full of
praise.
He likes that I was sucking at his cock? Does he like other parts of him
suckled, other than that and his fingers? I crawl closer to him and open my
mouth, wondering what he’d like to put in it.
He points at the fruit treats, and then at his cock, as if asking which I
want.
I look from one to the other, confused about how he got soup on his
penis. Did he put it there?
I point to his cock, and he grins. He pats my head and steps closer,
presenting me with it. I study it closely. Lick the tip. Lift its thick shaft and
run my tongue along the underside. He has soup in the dimple at his tip but
not coating his shaft. Strange.
I absently trace my fingers along the ridged veins on his balls, and
Mahz-uhrr moans and lets his head fall back. It’s the kind of moan I was
making when he pleasured me. He likes the way I’m touching him. I’m
giving him pleasure.
I stroke his big balls, cup them in both hands, and squeeze gently.
Another bead of yummy soup swells into a big pearl at his tip right before
my eyes, and I suck it into my mouth.
He makes it with his body? That’s… amazing.
I tug him closer by the cock and stroke the way he did yesterday. He
moans again and feeds me another treat. I chew with a grin, and some of the
juice drips down my chin. I lick it up, and once I’ve swallowed the reward
he gave me, I wrap my mouth over the juicy slit in the bulbous knob at the
end of his cock as best I can and suck with all my might.
I’m not prepared for his excitement. He stamps his foot, holds my head,
and rocks back and forth, stretching my mouth until I squeal.
He quickly eases back, breathing hard while his cock drips a little soup
on my face. He wipes it from my cheek and rubs it at the corners of my
mouth, where he stretched me. The discomfort eases immediately, and I
gaze up at him in wonder. Is there anything he can’t do?
I open my mouth again, and this time, he doesn’t try to push inside, but
rather slides his tip against my tongue and lets me lick and suck at him. He
soon wraps one of his big hands over my two and guides them into a fast,
firm rubbing rhythm. He starts to thrust with the movement, but makes sure
to keep enough space between us that he doesn’t ram his cock into my
mouth. “Ohm-bah, Spraah,” he commands through gritted teeth. “Ohm-bah
var.”
The last time I was given a similar instruction, he expected me to open
wide, so I do so now. I open my mouth as wide as I can.
“Umberree,” he breathes in a tone so appreciative, I’ll keep doing my
very best to please him. “Foigin umberee, mo spraah.”
Thick, warm fluid pours from his cock into my mouth, and I swallow as
fast as I can, grateful it comes in bursts, so I have a better chance to catch
up during the ebb in his flow. I drink what I can, but there’s so much, it
spills down my chin and breasts, drips to my thighs, and dribbles down to
slick them in between. I cinch my legs together and smear it over my skin,
and it feels oddly wonderful.
His wildly bountiful spurting tapers off, and I latch on to the tip of his
cock with my mouth and milk his shaft to produce more for me to swallow.
I’m so hungry for it, he’ll probably think me greedy, but I can hardly help
myself.
He grunts and moans, and his cock strains in my hands. He pulses
another creamy rope of fluid onto my tongue, and I let it roll around in my
mouth before I gulp it down and go back for more.
I must have been dreaming earlier, because I understood every word he
was saying, but I do recognize a love energy. For him. From him. I feel
excited and alive and strong and ready for something. I don’t know what it
is, but I know it has to do with the beautiful monster standing over me. He
gazes down with heated adoration, and I can’t help but blush. He has the
biggest, goofiest smile on his face, and I’m so happy. I have clearly
delighted him.
“Je mo en du, Spraah. Je mo en du.” He brushes his thumb over my
smile and strokes my face, before he drops his gaze to stare at my dripping
tits and the way I’m sliding my legs together.
He guides me to lie back on the bed, and I’m pleased to find the skin on
my back is no longer sore or even sensitive. It’s as if he’s healed my
wounds completely.
My monster spreads my legs and looks at the mess I’ve smeared
between them. His soup has left a shine on my skin, and even my curls have
trapped some of the pearly droplets. I feel a bit silly for having enjoyed the
feel of soup down there, and I try to close my legs to hide it from him, but
he rumbles and shakes his head. “Nah.”
He pries my thighs apart and grunts. “Scurrah.” His command is firm,
as is the pressure he uses to urge me to keep the position he wants before he
slowly lifts his hands.
When I stay as he’s asked, he says, “En du, Spraah,” and gives me a
treat.
I suck at the juicy fruit and chew it slowly as I watch him.
He drags his fingers through my sex. I’m wet and slippery again. Why
does that happen so much around him?
He presses at me and dips his fingers just inside my entrance, stretching
me in a different way than when he pushed things into my bottom. He
probes deeper, and I push my head into the mattress with a gasp. It feels
surprisingly nice — a whole new kind of wonderful.
I whimper when he slips his fingers from me, but I quiet when he sucks
at them. He seems to like my taste as much as I enjoy his, and it’s
hypnotizing to watch.
He runs his fingers through the streaks of his fluids on my chest, drags
some downward, and watches my face as he pushes it inside me. My core
lights up, and my sex ripples around his fingers. He smiles and leans in,
sliding his fingertips in and out of me, faster and faster.
My head falls back as I pant. How can he make me feel so good?
He gathers more of his spill, and smears it over my pleasure bud,
making it slippery and sensitive with tingles. He pushes more inside me, but
not as deeply as I want it.
I buck my hips, but he draws his hand back. “Nah, Spraah,” he warns
before probing at me in a way that makes me understand. I only have a
shallow sex for him to play with.
A wave of helplessness crashes over me.
If he can’t reach the yearning ache I feel in my depths, he can’t relieve
it.
I gaze up at him. Will the craving pass? My body thinks not. The more I
look at his big handsome everything, the needier I get. He’s been so kind
and given me more than I ever knew to want, yet still I want more.
He raises his eyebrows, and I hide my disappointment. I couldn’t bear
for him to think me ungrateful.
He withdraws his fingers, as if maybe he’s done something wrong. Then
he scoops me into his arms and takes me to the clinic room, where he
positions me on my back with my knees raised and open in a set of stirrups.
Without any fuss, he squirts the slippery jelly onto the bulb of the big glass
instrument and pushes it into my bottom.
I shift restlessly, to not only accommodate the size of it in my back
passage, but also make it move around a bit, as he did the first time when he
made it feel good. He watches me with interest but doesn’t rub or lick me
like he did before, so I’m left to feel full and awkward.
Did I do something wrong?
He lowers his face between my legs, taps the flared end of the glass tube
enough to make me moan and rock my hips, and then he slides it out of me.
The emptiness is as intense as the fullness was. Maybe more so. I’m
relieved when he returns wearing a glove and holding another thick, white,
medicine capsule that he then slides into my bottom.
My propped and spread position makes it easy to see everything he’s
doing to me. I watch his finger pump in and out of me, as he massages the
medicine into the inner walls of my back passage, and by the time he pulls
out and removes his glove, he’s dripping with my scent. Can he smell it?
He flares his nostrils and gives a pained hum, as his cocks swells and
strains at me. Did I hurt him earlier? I could have sworn he enjoyed feeding
me with it.
He releases my stirrups and climbs onto the big metal table to stand on
his hands and knees over me. He stares down at me a moment, and then
moves forward, until his big cock is bobbing near my face. It’s dripping
again.
“Tahg, Spraah,” he commands in a no-nonsense tone.
He’s said this before. When he wanted to put things in my mouth, like
the red fruits.
He grunts and lowers his cock to my lips, painting them with the warm,
tasty fluid he makes for me.
I open my mouth and suck at his penis. I don’t get a lot of his soupy
fluid, so I milk his thick shaft and massage his big, pulsating balls until I get
another downpour.
Mahz-uhrr lets out a low, hungry growl, and I gulp down what I can,
while the rest runs into my hair. I’m going to need another bath, which is
something he seems to realize when he climbs back off the table. He drags
his clawed hand down his face, pops a fruity treat into my mouth, and
carries me off to the bathing room.
He gives me a little purple grape-like fruit, which tastes even better than
the other treats, but about thirty seconds after swallowing it, a sense of
urgency rushes through my system. I squeak, clench my buttocks, and
desperately look around for the chamber pot.
Mahz-uhrr gives me a knowing smile, sets it on a little bench nearby,
and then sits me atop it. He stands over me and stops me when I get up to
take it somewhere more private. I struggle against him, doing all I can to
hold on, but he won’t let me conduct my business in private.
“Surrmahd, Spraah,” he rumbles in a firm tone. I don’t know what it
means, but I can’t hold on any longer. I give up fighting. I hang my head, sit
on the pot, and defecate in front of him, the way he wants me to.
It turns out to be far less traumatic than I thought it would be, because
when I stand, all I’ve left behind is a pale-purple ball of waste that smells of
flowers. I stare at it until he drags me away to the big pool.
 “Purple fruits do that?” I ask, while he gently washes his fluids from my
hair.
He simply raises an eyebrow at me and keeps lathering. It’s clear he
doesn’t understand what I’m saying.
“Well, I prefer it,” I say anyway, relaxing safely in his arms as he guides
me to lean backward, for a rinse. “It’ll be easier to poop in front of you if it
smells like flowers. I won’t be as scared next time.”
He’s very quiet and barely touches my sex or my bottom while he
washes me. Not like last time.
I tremble slightly as I recall the immense pleasure he gave me, and he
grips me harder.
I’m rinsed again and sat in another fluffy towel, while he dries himself
and pulls on trousers that do not disguise his engorged penis.
Terribly confused, I wait patiently for him to look at me, so I can gain
better insight from his kind eyes, but he appears to be avoiding me.
I miss both his devoted touch and his loving gaze, and as the day wears
on, I wonder time and time again, what I did that made him stop offering
them to me.

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I wantTheto mate her so badly, I can barely function.

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. Yeasss — 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.

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VANYA

H efeeling
doesn’t put me back in the soft bed. Instead, I sit with him at his desk,
very important, but also restless.
I’m naked on his bare lap. He took his pants off after we shared
pleasure, and I love being so close to him. His pelt is soft against my skin,
and I like the way his cock juice makes everything so slippery between my
legs. I can’t move without sliding along him, and from the way he shudders
and grips me so he can run my sex back and forth along his cock, I’m pretty
sure it’s pleasurable for both of us.
I’m definitely enjoying my new home and spending time with my
monster, and I’m glad he likes keeping me close, because it’s very boring
and lonely when he ignores me. His big office is very impressive, so he
must do something of value for the world. I was never taught to read, so the
amount of books he has is rather daunting. He must be a very intelligent
monster.
I don’t understand his letters, but the beat-up and swollen, wibbly-paged
book he was looking at earlier remains open on his desk, and it has
illustrations. If I crane my neck right, I can see a picture of a smiling
monster holding a leash, which is connected to a collar around a human
male’s neck. They look to be walking together in a park, but the human is
on all-fours, like an animal.
My first thought is that this book is about taking humans as slaves, but
the crawling man is smiling, and in the next picture, there is a happy
looking human being cuddled the way my monster sometimes snuggles me.
The way I used to hug the house cat at my old mistress’s home.
The book is too far away for me to turn the page. I climb onto the desk
to reach for it, but Mahz-uhrr pulls me firmly back onto his lap.
“Scurrah,” he says in a stern tone before moving the book closer for me.
I smile up at him. “Thank you.”
He captures my chin before I turn back to the book, and he looks into
my eyes with intensity. “Taganataat, Mahz-uhrr,” he says.
Is he correcting me?
I try to repeat the phrase. “Tagana…?”
“Taat,” he says with a nod. “Taganataat, Mahz-uhrr.”
I mimic the phrase — including his name — and earn myself a brilliant
smile and a red fruit-treat. I whisper it again to myself, committing the
words to memory, and then I flip through the pages of the book.
There are pictures of monsters bathing humans, feeding humans, putting
them to bed, taking them for walks… There’s one of a human in a clinic,
with something in their bottom like Mahz-uhrr put in mine, and there is a
heat gage next to the picture, with a snowflake symbol at one end and a fire
symbol at the other. It was for taking my temperature?
That makes sense. Sickness and infection fevers make people hot, and
he must have wanted to know if I was ill from my whipping wounds.
There are red fruits, purple fruits… I point to an illustrated jar of blue
fruits and turn back to my monster. “Mahz-uhrr?”
He leans closer and shakes his head before he wraps his big hands
around my breasts. He tweaks my nipples between his fingers and thumb
and squeeze-strokes them downward, like he’s milking me. Then he points
to the blue fruit in the diagram.
Confused, I turn the page to learn more, and there, staring up at me, is a
happy monster drinking a glass of milk. Next to him, is a woman trapped
inside a metal frame on all-fours. She has funnel-looking things attached to
her breasts, connected to a machine that has a little hose dripping milk into
another glass.
I point to the picture, and then to myself as I meet my monster’s gaze.
“Mahz-uhrr?”
He nods. “Tah-nes, mo spraah.” He kisses the top of my head.
That’s a yes. I’m sure of that now.
 I turn back to the picture and imagine myself stuck in such a
predicament. I shake my head. “Nah,” I say, the way he does when he tells
me no.
He turns me to face him, strokes his finger up my throat, and gazes into
my eyes. “Tah-nes.” He bows his head low and suckles at my breasts.
It feels incredible, so I’m not about to stop him, but I don’t have any
milk, and I’m not going to be put between some cattle-like jail bars, to be
milked by a machine. I’ve enjoyed the perks of my new lifestyle, but if he
tries to make me do that, I’ll try to escape. He hasn’t shackled me the way
my old Mistress used to.
He gives a sharp tug at my breast, and I instinctively rub myself along
his slippery cock as I moan. It’s like he’s pulling pleasure through my breast
from my core — like all the beautiful sensations he makes me feel are
connected. He pulls off my breast to watch me squirm, and then latches on
to the other one and pulls just as fiercely with his suction.
The bulbous tip of his cock is shaped sort of like the thermometer he
used in my ass, and I can’t seem to keep myself from thrusting at it. The
damp, sueded surface rubs against my sex in the most compelling way, and
I love how juicy it gets between us when he leaks his fluid directly onto me.
He stops sucking at my breasts and stares at me with eyes so dark and
hungry, they make me shiver. “Tah-nes,” he says in a tone that invites no
argument. “Mahz-uhrr vol maleshdi es Vah-nyah-Spraah.”
I glance at my breasts, and he does too. He’s made my nipples swell to
twice their usual size and turned them a deep shade of crimson. They’re still
pulsing from the sensation of his suction, and it’s hard to catch my breath,
because my sex is pulsing too. It practically throbs with need. Again. Being
milked will bring me pleasure?
What is he doing to me?
“Tah-nes?” he asks.
I nod. “Tah-nes, Mahz-uhrr.”
His face softens. He smiles and caresses my chin. “Je mo en du,
Spraah.”
His praising tone makes me flush with warmth, and he grips my hips
and grinds me against his big cock, making my sex slurp with our combined
wetness until more of his fluid bursts forth and bubbles into me.
I jerk my pelvis, chasing the friction of my pleasure, and the massive
head of his cock nudges hard against my slippery sex.
 A maddening, frenzy-inducing stretch pushes at my entrance, like he’s
trying to force his cock inside me.
But he doesn’t.
He keeps himself pressed hard against me, rubs at my sensitive little
bud, and watches with a smile while I shake and shudder and cry out
another release of the pleasure he’s built inside me.
I collapse against his chest, limp, and he folds his big arms around me
protectively.
“En du, Spraah. Slumburdy nor.” He rubs my back, and waves of
sleepiness wash over me, until I drift out to sea with them.

I wake alone in my cozy nest-like bed, and when I peek over the side, I
see my monster working hard at his desk. His quill scratches at the
parchment with speed and aggression. What’s he writing about? What is it
my monster does for a living?
He is very kind, pleases me in wonderful ways, and has medical
knowledge, but I don’t know what to make of his office or his collection of
quills. He has barely left my side since he found me, giving me all the love
and attention I could need, but I have done nothing in the way of serving
him.
I tilt my head as I study him. He hasn’t expected me to wait on him or
cater to his needs like a servant. He’s treated me as if I’m special and
require extra care, and most strangely, he seems to simply want me around.
It’s a nice feeling, to be wanted. When I was dropped on the doorstep of my
mistress’s home as a child, I was very unwanted, but apart from the
moments when he obviously needs his space, Mahz-uhrr acts as if he enjoys
me very much. I’m more of a companion to him. One he’d like to milk.
I look down at my breasts. Are they bigger? They feel bigger, but
they’re definitely not milky. How does he expect to pump milk from me? I
give one of my nipples a squeezing stroke, but no white liquid shoots out
the way it would from a cow. Don’t only mothers make milk? I’m not a
mother. Does he want to make me one? How?
I lean against the side of my bed, watching his hand write. Will he make
me marry a man? I don’t want to do that. Men are mean to me. I want to
stay here. With him.
I glance around my new home. It’s warm, it smells nice, and there are
lots of things to see.
I climb out of my nest and wander over to the bookshelf.
“Kung, Spraah.” Mahz-uhrr follows and picks me up. He sits me on his
desk and boops my nose, before he snuggles me to his chest.
He’s put on fresh trousers while I slept, but I’m still very naked. I reach
down and tug at the fabric of his pants. “Do I get clothes?” I ask.
He blinks at me, a confused expression on his face.
I cover my breasts and the curls between my legs. “Clothes for Spraah?”
My monster frowns. “Garab?” He shakes his head and removes my
hands from their positions so I’m no longer covering myself. “Nah fo
desh.”
“What if I’m cold?” I rub my arms and pretend to shiver.
He gets up and taps at a small set of buttons on the wall, and then
collects me into his arms and carries me to a warm room that smells of
leather and spices.
“What is this place?” I stare at the leather straps on the walls.
Mahz-uhrr doesn’t answer, but he does open a drawer and pulls out
something that looks like clothes. Stockings?
He sets me upon a velvet cushion on a nearby countertop, and then
kneels before me. He kisses my foot, holds up one of the thick stockings,
and taps my toes. “Pazzan.”
I don’t know what it means until he gives me a treat for pointing my
toes. “En du, Spraah,” he praises, sliding a stocking onto my leg.
They’re obviously high-quality garments. The deeply brown fabric is
soft and luxurious against my skin, and his fingers drag the long sock
higher and higher. It’s padded at the knees and reaches all the way up my
leg before stopping about an inch shy of my curls.
He dons the next one on me too, massaging my leg as he goes, until I’m
putty under his retracted claws. With both stockings on, my legs look warm
and plush, and I kick my feet with glee before I lean forward to see what
else he pulled out of the drawer for me.
It looks like a leather belt, but when he fits it around my waist, it’s
softer than any leather I’ve ever felt. It’s velvety, like him, and I shiver
when he strokes my thighs and connects the tops of the stockings to the
belt, so they won’t fall down.
 He leans back to look at me and gives an approving grunt. He returns to
the drawer and pulls out another set of stockings and belts. He shakes them
out, and requests my hand by holding out his.
Oh. They’re sleeves? Ones that are held together by a crisscrossing little
harness. I raise my arm, and he slides the fabric up to my shoulder. I study
the strange design while he pulls on the second one. The elbows are padded,
the ends are sealed like mittens, and there’s also padding on the palm-sides
of my hands, like the soles of slippers. I pat my thigh, and then look at
Mahz-uhrr, because it’s like wearing a sock on my hand, which seems silly.
How will I do things?
He tugs the second sleeve up to my shoulder, and the supple leather
straps form an X over my chest, crossing in the center of my breasts, so
those remain free. He steps behind me and cinches it tight enough for the
straps to lightly press into my skin, and buckles them behind by back,
between my shoulder blades.
I glance down at myself and clap my padded hands together. I no longer
have use of my fingers, and I can’t reach behind my back to fumble with the
buckle to remove it. I’m trapped. I’ll be utterly dependent on Mahz-uhrr for
absolutely everything.
I look to my monster in alarm. He’s been so kind to me, but what if I
need to do something? Clean something? Protect myself?
“Bre brah, Spraah.” He lifts my chin with his finger, puffs out his chest,
and waits for me to do the same. I do as he bids and receive a fruity reward
and a pat on the head.
He takes a step back to appraise me and nods in approval before raising
his finger. He goes back to the drawer and retrieves a strip of matching
fabric with loops and a buckle on it. He holds it to my neck, and I swallow
hard as he straps it on. It feels like a soft, warm scarf, but it’s a collar.
“Umberree,” he rumbles in a tone I feel between my legs.
He lifts me from the counter and positions me on my hands and knees
on the floor. He says my name and indicates that I should crawl around him
in a circle.
Unsure, I take one step forward with my hand. He gives me an
encouraging grin and gestures for me to continue, so I take another one.
Mahz-uhrr cheers, gives me a treat, and then gives my bare pussy a
playful swat that gets me moving in a hurry.
 I crawl around him, and he claps his hands and gives me another treat.
He seems so happy, that I do another lap. The padding on my hands and
knees makes it feel as if I’m floating on cushions, and if I’m honest, it
reminds me of a time when I was allowed to play with the other children in
the orphanage. Before my only friends were a mop and a bucket.
My monster gets on his hands and knees too and bends down, to nudge
at me with his nose, like he’s an animal too. He nips at my side, and I gasp.
I swing my gaze to the spot, but I see no pink mark on my skin, and if I
think about it, it didn’t actually hurt. It made my heart pound, and my mind
assumed the worst, but it also excited me — the same way as when he’s
touching parts of my body nobody else ever touched.
He grins with his slightly pointed teeth, and heat fills my face. He
crawls around behind me to inspect my rear, and then he licks at my sex and
my upper thighs. I’ve made them wet again, and I’m beginning to
understand it’s because of the pleasurable sensations he creates inside me.
My muscular monster is a much bigger animal than I am. We’re on our
hands and knees, but he seems much larger somehow. He’s easily double
my size — probably closer to three times. And when he moves his huge
body over mine, like we’re a pair of nesting tables, the thrill in my core
ramps up to a curious degree. His big arms block me in at the front, and he
slots one of his legs between mine, urging me to spread myself wider at the
back end. I do as I’m bid, and he slides his cock between my upper thighs,
pumping his hips and rubbing us both slick with my arousal.
I look between my arms and legs, to see him dripping his tasty fluid on
the floor. My belly gnaws at me with a sudden hunger, and I stomp my
hand-paws on the ground because I’m trapped where I am. “Mahz-uhrr,” I
plead, trying to break free of his barred limbs. “Spraah… How do you say
eat? Spraah tahg?”
He stills his thrusting and lifts one arm, so I can crawl out from under
him, turn around, and crawl back in, facing the other way. I suck at his
cock, and before long, he’s spurting his hot goodness down my throat.
I’m getting much better at catching it all in my mouth and not wasting a
single drop, and when my monster rests back on his heels, breathing hard
and staring at me, he must be pleased he doesn’t have to wash me again.
I lick my lips and smile. “Taganataat, Mahz-uhrr.”
“Taganataat je, Spraah,” he says with a grin and stands up.
 I make to stand too, but he stops me. “Scurrah dew, Spraah.” He pats his
leg and starts to leave, but pauses at the door to wait for me. “Kung,
Spraah,” he commands and slaps his thigh, more aggressively this time.
I follow, crawling, and he beams at me. “En du. Kung. Kung, Vanya
Spraah,” he says.
I crawl behind him on my hands and knees, in my sleeves and stockings
and collar but with the rest of my body on full display. My breasts swing
beneath me, and my thighs slide against each other, greased by the slick
from my twitching, needy sex.
He presses a hand to his chest. “Mo bre-shay spraah,” he croons and
comes to pick me up.
I’m treated like a princess for the rest of the day. An animal princess,
which I may like even better, because I won’t have to be sent off to marry a
prince. I’ll get to stay with my monster and feel loved and precious, while
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S heareisbroadening,
so beautiful. And soft. Her little body is filling out nicely. Her hips
and her bust is certainly growing. Her breasts are twice
the size they were this morning, and it’s hard to keep from staring when I
look at her. Like two full, ripe melons, they jostle between her arms, as she
crawls about the kitchen floor, rubbing against my leg while I prepare my
meal.
She’s taken her fill directly from my cock all day, and I absolutely love
it, even if I do feel rather drained. I’m going to increase my food intake
until she’s ready for milking, so I can keep up with her sexual demands.
And mine. I can hardly keep myself from wanting to come — even more
than she needs me to.
She rises onto her knees and tries to look at what I’m cooking. I pluck a
roasted berry from the dish and hold it in front of her, lifting it just out of
her reach when she tries to snatch it. “Ah. Behave, Pet.”
She plunges her fuzzy little eyebrows downward, but then she sits back
on her heels, bends her wrists in begging mode, and opens her mouth.
“That’s my good girl.” I pop the fruit in her mouth and let her lick my
fingers clean. I stroke her chin and neck, and when she leans her head to the
side to give me more access, slide my hand downward to cup her breast.
Her tissues feel heavier and denser than they did before. It won’t be
long now, I don’t think; all of the cum she’s swallowed is starting to take
effect. Her nipples are bigger too. Delightfully so. I give one a light tug, and
she squeezes her thighs together.
I can smell her increasing arousal. Her scent has been tempting me all
day, and the sight of her... I’ve had her follow me around the house like a
good little pet, but I glean just as much satisfaction from sending her ahead
and walking behind her. Her cunt gets so wet, and I love to see it shining. I
also like to see it covered in my seed, and I’m dangerously close to forcing
myself inside her tight little fuck-hole, so I can watch my cum drip from her
while she crawls around.
Vah-nyah rubs against my thigh and licks at the pre-seminal fluids
leaking from my cock.
I grunt softly and turn off the stovetop. She’s as insatiable as I feel, but
I’m not sure how much more I can exert myself without adding her milk to
my diet. I’m ejaculating too often, and my fruit and gruel meals no longer
sustain me the way they once did.
I glance at the jar of blue lactation fruits that were stocked in my pantry.
It’s not time to give them to her yet, but I should check how close she is and
take steps to make the transition easy for her. I’m meant to massage her
milk ducts to stimulate them, apply the skin-elasticity lotion so her sudden
growth won’t cause her discomfort, and get her familiar with the pumping
machine, so she’s ready to go the moment she begins lactating.
Eager to explore this new aspect of her care, I make quick work of my
dinner and lead her down the hall to the milking room. This grand house
has everything I could possibly need to care for any kind of human pet I
could have acquired.
Vah-nyah stalls in the doorway when she sees the milking station, and I
watch the pulse in her neck bouncing at speed. Her eyes flash in every
direction, while she takes it all in. She’s nervous.
“Don’t be scared, Pet,” I say softly. “Come.” I pat my thigh twice and
point to the floor in front of me.
Used to the command, Vah-nyah crawls closer and kneels at my feet.
“Perfect.” I run my fingertips up her dainty throat, and then guide her
chin toward the platform and the machine. “This is your milking station.
You will come to love it,” I assure her. “The handbook says it will bring you
much relief when your breasts are full of milk. It is said they will ache if
left to swell too long, but we will avoid that as much as possible by
developing a good routine, as the book suggests. It also says that many
hucows come to enjoy their milking time very much, and I will do my best
to make sure that is true for you. Now come.” I pick her up from the floor
and slot her head between the padded crush bars that will hold her in place
on the platform. “I’ll show you there is nothing to be afraid of.” I flip down
the bar that keeps her from backing out, pull down the upper bar that rests
on her back, and lock it in place so she can’t move upward either.
“These bars are here for your safety,” I say, patting her fine rump. “I
can’t have you damaging yourself by moving around too much.” I walk to
the front and kiss her head. “Next, I turn on the suction.” I show her the
pumping cups and flip on the switch. “These attach to your teats here, like
so.”
She tries to baulk, but the bars keep her perfectly contained, and I easily
access her breasts despite her resistance. I suction a nipple into each cup
and watch her body push against the metal frame.
Her mouth falls open in a gasp, and she doesn’t close it. Instead, she
whimpers and rocks her hips like she does when she wants to come. She’s
enjoying the suction.
I power it up, and the scent of her arousal fills the air. I move behind
her, and sure enough, her gorgeous little human cunt is gushing. I dip my
head to her hindquarters, collect a big swash of her sweetness on my
tongue, and swallow it down with a satisfied rumble.
“Pet for dessert, is it?” I say with a grin. I lash at her cunt with my
tongue until she’s panting and calling for her master in her begging voice.
“I’m right fucking here, Pet.” I straddle her milking frame and stand so
close behind her barred-in back-end, my thighs brush against the backs of
hers. I shuffle slightly away again, angle my shaft to press the big head of
my monster cock to her cunt, and then lean in, to stretch the opening of her
tight little fuck-hole.
I barely get anywhere before she’s crying out and bucking in her cage,
while she comes on the tip of my cock and squirts her juices all down her
legs. Once her twitchy sex is done slurping my tip, I lick her clean, detach
the milking cups from her sagging body, and release the restraining bars so
I can extract her.
“There. See?” I turn her in my arms and cradle her so we can see each
other’s faces. “Not so scary?”
I look at her gorgeous breasts with their enlarged, rouged nipples and
wet my lips. “Soon, it’ll be even better,” I promise before dipping my head
to soothe her swollen teats with a gentle suckle.
She wilts in my arms, surrendering to me so fully, my inner lust monster
fizzes with satisfaction and joy. I’m going to love my submissive little
hucow forever.
I haven’t found anything in the Human-keeper’s Handbook about a
monster developing sexual interest in his human, but it’s happening. I can’t
deny it. Nor do I have the strength to fight such a powerful urge for much
longer.
Vah-nyah is a sexual creature. She wants me to pleasure her more
frequently than the book suggests is usual, and while I find it immensely
rewarding to cater to her needs, it is not without considerable effort to resist
my intense attraction to her. She induces such lust inside me, I’m driven
half-mad with it, and I’m becoming more certain with each passing hour
that mating her is the only thing that will slake the incredible need she
inspires within me.
Such a thing may be taboo, but nobody needs to know. I can keep our
forbidden love a secret.
“Let’s go massage your breasts and get you ready for bed, precious pet,”
I murmur as her breathing slows to a soft and sleepy, rhythmical purr.
“You’ve had a big day, and I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be even
better.”

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I wakeMyin breasts
Mahz-uhrr’s bed, snuggled close to his warmth.
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.

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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.

I t ’ 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.
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M ahz-uhrr grabs me off his desk faster than I can comprehend. My mind
is whirling, and my body trembles with anticipation. He’s taking me to
the milking room.
My breasts are full and achy, and my nipples are prickling with hot and
cold tingles. I’m making milk.
My monster sets me on the counter and reaches underneath for a jar of
the blue fruits. He feeds me two and can barely look me in the eyes. From
the intensity and direction of his gaze, he is obsessed with my breasts, and
when he leans in to suckle at one, we both moan as if it’s the most
wonderful thing either of us have ever felt.
He draws my breast deep into his mouth and greedily gulps down the
milk he pulls forth. He’s thirsty. Hungry for me, like he’s been starving and
needs to drag urgent nourishment from my very soul. Pride swells inside me
for providing him with what he needs, and pleasure tugs at my core.
Every time he swallows, his pointed teeth press into my flesh. They add
a subtle, dangerous pressure and make the latch twice as secure, clamping
my breast firmly in his jaws. There’s no chance of escape without pain, but
I wouldn’t dream of trying to get away. I don’t want this to stop.
He pulls back with a pained groan and feeds me another of the blue
lactation fruits. His nostrils flare, and he parts my legs to stare at my sex. It
must look a slippery mess. I was already wet, but the way he drank from my
breast pushed me into an even needier state. My desperation for relief is so
bad, I can’t sit still. The tops of my thighs are soaked with my juices, and he
bows down to lick them.
Without thinking, I grip his horns and buck my hips at his face, wanting
him to make the magic happen. He rears back with a warning growl and
strokes his horns as he glares down at me.
Did I hurt him?
“Sorry, Mahz-uhrr,” I whisper.
“Kung,” he growls. He picks me up and locks me between the bars of
the milking brace.
I knead the cushioned surface below my hands and knees, eager for the
delicious suction of the milking machine’s cups. His taking milk from one
breast has eased the taut ache there, but the other is still swollen to the point
of being hard, hot, and throbbing.
But instead of hooking me up to the pump, he leaves the room.
I call after him, wanting him back. Needing him to return and care for
me — make me feel better and satisfy the overwhelming cravings inside me
the way only he can. “Mahz-uhrr.”
He rushes back into the room, tosses something aside, and drops to a
crouch in front of me. He searches my eyes and murmurs soft, soothing
sounds that bring my heart rate back from the anxious peak it was cresting.
He strokes my face and my hair and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Es
dobraw, mo spraah. Mahz-uhrr bre shan.”
He palms my full, heavy breasts, turns on the whirring machine beside
me, and guides each dripping nipple into its own milking cup. The strong
suction draws my flesh deeper and forms a perfect seal against my skin, and
I moan at the heavenly sensation that washes through me. My scalp tingles,
my mind clears with the welcome wash of a cool tide, and I lean into the
bars for support, as the evidence of my intense enjoyment begins dripping
down my legs.
The rhythmical pumping in my ears is as hypnotic as the tugging at my
breasts, and my body yearns to rock to the same beat. Too confined to move
much at all, I can only shift restlessly on my hands and knees and give soft,
needy hums as words evade me.
It feels good, but my body knows it could feel better. I need my master.
My monster. The big, handsome male who makes me feel wanted and has
made my life a pleasure since the moment we met.
 Mahz-uhrr, runs a slow, firm hand down my spine, smothering the jitters
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“I t’stheokay, my pet. Master is here,” I say again, as her body responds to

milking with a wild, nervous energy. “Master is here, and soon he
will be inside you.”
I lift my nose to the air and moan at the strength of her scent. She smells
more than ripe for my cock, and when I move behind her and see the words
still stamped on her ass, I smile to myself. “I don’t have the strength to hold
back any longer, Pet. I’m going to fuck your gorgeous little human cunt,
and you’re going to take it. I’m not stopping myself this time.”
I don a glove, retrieve the suppository I went to get for her, and
lubricate the pain relief capsule before spreading her buttocks and pushing
it into her anus. I fuck my slick finger in and out of her ass, massaging the
medicine into her inner walls while she pants and gasps.
She’s well restrained to restrict her movement, but she still tilts her
pelvis to lift her rear for deeper penetration. “Good girl, Pet. Taking your
medicine like you know what’s good for you. Master’s going to make your
tiny, virgin fuck-hole sore when he breaks through your sweet cherry, but
this should counteract the pain and make it as good as it can be. I want you
to enjoy our first time as much as I’m going to.”
Vah-nyah clearly enjoys both the milking machine and the anal
attention. There’s so much arousal running down her legs, I may not need
any extra lubricant.
 I slip my finger from her ass and toss my glove in the direction of the
trash without looking, because I can’t take my eyes off her juicy cunt.
“Fucking beautiful,” I growl. “How in the world can I stay away when I
see you like this?”
I step in close, dip my head, and run my tongue up her inner thigh, to
collect her sweet dew. My mouth waters for more as I swallow it down, and
I lean in for another swipe before I take one of her pussy lips between my
teeth and give her a slow, gentle tug.
She mewls and shuffles within her confined stall, as she gushes at me.
“Master.”
“Mmm… You want cock. Don’t you, Pet? Your body is probably
craving a little human male to breed it, but no man will touch you again.
They don’t deserve your sweet soul, and they could never satisfy you the
way a much bigger beast will. I’ll give you more cock than you know what
to do with, and only my seed is to fill this pretty cunt. I won’t ever put you
in a breeding program like the book says some monsters do with their pets.
If any man even tries to mount you, I’ll kill him. You’re mine.”
I thrust my tongue inside her and tickle the thin veil of chastity I’m
going to destroy with my cock.
Her legs quiver, and she utters needy sighs and whimpers while the
mechanical restraints hold her tight.
I push the tip of my tongue at her limits, nudging at the smooth, flexing
barrier before withdrawing again. One hard thrust should do it.
If I can force her to accommodate my size.
I slip my fingers just inside her entrance and push against her delicate
petals, testing how easily she’ll open. She moans and rocks, and I smile
when I find her more elastic than last I checked. The lotion has helped make
her more pliable, and she’ll need to be. My cock is the thickest it’s ever
been.
Consumed by my desire, I arch my back and grip the straining organ in
my fist. She bucks against her holding frame, and I move in close behind
her, to smear her cunt with pre-cum from my tip. “Time to please your
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M ybreasts,
body is shaking, and my thoughts are a blur. The machine tugs at my
my monster master has fingered my bottom, and he keeps
teasing my sex with pleasure and then easing back. It’s driving me mad
with desire, and I can’t focus on anything but the need inside me. When will
it end?
His name slips repeatedly from my desperate lips, but still he makes me
wait. My sex twitches at his rumbling, hungry words, and he utters what
sounds like promises while he grips and probes and laps at my ramping
excitement.
I’m trapped and powerless, but I’ve been driven into a state of desire I’d
never choose to leave, because as torturous as it is to have him toy with me
like this, he’s making me feel incredible, and I know it’s going to feel so
good if I can handle all he expects of me. I’m seduced. Totally and
absolutely. My monster has full control over my body’s pleasure, and my
mind is along for the joyride. Everything he does is building my internal
pressure into something amazing, and the anticipation is killing me. Unable
to bear being still, I push against the bars holding me in place and make
them rattle.
His massive bulk and heat move closer, and his soft pelt brushes against
the backs of my thighs. He spreads my folds and drags something big and
smooth through my slippery crease. His cock. It’s huge, bulbous head
grazes both sides of my thighs, giving me its measure, and my sex tingles
with the familiar magical thrill of his fluids mixing with mine.
I press my lips together on a moan and shuffle my legs wider, to give
him better access. Last time, he pulsed his fluids right inside me, and the
warm rush of it spread nearly to my core, where I crave his attention the
most. I want him to do it again and again and…
Oh, this milking business makes me long for things I don’t have the
right words to express, but when my big master presses his fat cock at the
entrance to my womanhood and starts to push inside, all my thoughts come
into alignment. Yes.
A switch flicks with a loud click, and the tugging at my breasts
intensifies. I gasp and pant, as the pressure at my sex increases. He’s
stretching my outer lips open with his fingers and forcing his massive cock
to breach my entrance.
I squeak and seize tight around the tip of his huge cock.
He grunts at me, and gently slaps my left buttock. “Surrmahd.” He
firmly strokes his hand from my neck to my bottom, and then spanks me
again. “Surrmahd, Spraah.”
The familiar word curls around my brain, and my panic eases, because
I’ve come to know what it means. He uses the same word when he wants
me to relax and let go. To surrender to him, trusting he’ll take care of me.
I take a deep breath and release my tension as I exhale. His praise fills
my ears, and I lean heavily against the padding of my frame with a smile.
I’ve done what he wanted, and I know what will come next. The reward.
He’s going to take good care of me.
He eases back, and then pushes his cock at me even more firmly. I catch
myself clenching, but when his fingers clap against my bottom, I stop
resisting and surrender to the stretch.
Mahz-uhrr practically purrs with approval, and my relaxation allows
him to wedge himself deeper. The stretch intensifies, until I’m pulled
completely taut, and then he slowly, slowly forces himself inside me.
“Je mo en foigin du, Spraah.” He’s panting as much as I am. “Za foigin
bre-shay.”
I smile at his wondrous tone, proud to have made him so happy. Proud
to have taken his size the way he wanted, though I feel tight and full and
awkward in my milking position.
I want to move.
 I need to shift around, to adjust to the sheer size of him, and I do my
best, but he grips my hips hard and keeps me still. “Scurrah,” he commands
in such a tone that I immediately stay where he wants me. “En du,” he says
in approval.
He advances. A little at first, as if testing. He squirts cool, wet liquid at
me, making things more slippery between us, and then rocks back and forth
again, greasing the movement until he can slide the big head of his cock in
and out of me with ease.
He turns up the suction at my teats, and my sex grips at him. I’m
already on the verge of a throbbing climax. He utters a delicious moan, and
I know exactly what he means. It feels so good, to be milked while my back
end is slick and stretched around him, and each time he moves, my core
wants to shatter into a rippling burst of wild energy.
He pulls right out of me, and I whimper on the edge of my pleasure,
pining for the push he could give me. “Mahz-uhrr.”
“Tah-nes, mo spraah,” he croons, readying his cock at my entrance
again. “Es bre clookin.”
He grips the back of my neck and pushes inside me without ceremony.
Pushes deep.
Something within me gives, and his cock surges forward with such
brutish power, it knocks the wind from my lungs. He moans as if he’s found
bliss after a lifetime of searching, and I shake in my confines as my body
adjusts to having a monster’s massive cock all the way inside me — right
where I’ve been yearning for it to be.
“Mahz-uhrr,” I whisper, as his length and girth set my core shuddering
uncontrollably.
“Mmm… En du, Spraah. Za foigin torg.”
He withdraws, and then forges deep again, spreading my depths before
him. The fat head of his monster cock rubs my inner walls in new places,
and when he thrusts at me harder and faster, the friction he builds makes my
legs weak. They quiver and shake, and he pounds at me without pause,
using my hole for his pleasure and pushing me toward a new kind of
climax. One that promises to be even more explosive.
The milking cups tug at my breasts, my master pumps at my sex, and
I’m trapped in the middle, my pleasure forced from the untapped depths of
my core. I squeeze his cock and cry out, while I buck in my frame like a
wild creature in a too-small cage.
 My monster roars like never before and pulses hot fluid right at my
core, driving me into an even higher state of bliss. The wet suction sounds
between us send enjoyable shivers up and down my spine, as his cock
slurps in and out of me with great, slippery ease. He’s so big, but I can take
him, and the praise dripping from his lips makes my grateful soul float even
higher. Sated and spent, I sag limply against the bars keeping me positioned
for his use.
He slips his cock out of me, grabs my buttocks, and spreads them wide.
He hums in absolute admiration, and my heart fills with a warmth I’ve
never known. I’ve pleased him. I’ve pleased the big, strong monster who
takes wonderful care of me. He likes what he sees, and I like what we did to
create it. A dopey smile settles on my face and refuses to leave, despite my
inability to summon any other muscle to work.
We’re both happy.
The pulling at my breasts eases, and Mahz-uhrr removes the cups. He
takes the large glass of my milk from the collection plate of the machine,
stands in front of me with his dripping cock, lifts my face with one clawed
finger, and holds my gaze while he drinks. The entire glass. In large gulps,
as if it could quench a thirst he’s been dying to slake.
He lowers the glass, and a pale, thin streak of milk remains on his upper
lip until he slowly collects it with his tongue. He takes a step forward,
clasps my jaw in his hand, and presses his still-hard cock to my mouth,
smearing the mixture of our juices over my lips. I offer no resistance and
gladly taste the magic we made.
He smiles and moves behind me again.
Without warning, he pushes his cock back inside my dripping sex. It
feels good, but nothing like the bliss he just delivered. What he’s doing is
for him, and I’ve been so thoroughly taken care of that I can do nothing but
remain propped in position, to take it.
He spurts his gushing heat into me again, and then pulls out to shoot
warm ropes of his fluid over my back and buttocks. A thrill shakes through
me as it tickles my skin, and he drags his fingers through the slippery mess,
his claws lightly raking my skin and making me moan.
“Merrg,” he growls. He releases the bars and gathers me into his arms. I
lean limply against him and rest my sleepy head on his shoulder, while he
massages my sex with his dripping fingers, continually pushing any excess
fluid back inside me. “Merrg.”
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“M ine,” I say again, as I slide my cum-soaked fingers inside her little

cunt. My seed has filled her to overflowing, and I’ve coated her
deep inside. I shiver with delight at how sweet and forbidden that
was to do, and how much we both enjoyed it.
Vah-nyah is an incredibly sensual creature, who’s eager to please. She
submits to me completely, and I can do whatever I want with her. When I
lay her on my bed, I can’t help but spread her legs wide and take her again.
Her pretty fuck-hole is riddled with cum, which makes it easy to shove
my cock back inside her. Her body moves with my thrusts, and her beautiful
breasts with their thick, swollen nipples bounce for me. They’re hypnotic,
and I fuck her harder while I stare down in wonder.
She receives me perfectly, doing everything just as I tell her to, and I
may never get enough.
A potent new energy is building inside me from her milk, and I can’t
wait to milk her again. Is this what life will be like, from now on? Milking
and fucking my precious pet?
I pull from her depths and crawl forward, so I can point my cock at her
face. “Swallow every drop I give you, Pet. You’re going to need your
strength.”
I tilt her chin down, to part her lips and unload into her mouth. She
obediently does her best to take it all, and when some spills, I collect it for
her with my fingers and push them into her mouth. “Suckle,” I command.
 Her little eyebrows knit slightly, but her nature soon takes over, and she
begins to suck. “That’s my good girl.”
Her pretty pink lips smile around my fingers, and I use my knee to
spread her legs again. I sink into her and stay there, not wanting to be
anywhere else. “What the fuck am I going to do with you?” I murmur as I
gaze into her sparkling eyes. “I’m so proud I want to show you off to the
world, but I don’t want anyone to learn of our… special love. Do you think
there are other monsters out there, making love to their human pets right
now?”
She gaze up at me with wide eyes, enthralled. My beautiful pet. “You
adore your master. Don’t you, Vah-nyah? You let him do anything he wants
with you. Well, guess what?” I slide my cock in and out of her soaking
fuck-hole. Her smile intensifies, and my heart does flips when she utters a
sweet sigh and closes her eyes to flutter her lashes against her rosy cheeks.
“I adore you too,” I whisper, jetting another blast of cum at her depths.
I lower my lips to hers and lick inside her mouth when she gasps.
“Mmm… You taste like me, Pet. That’s how I know you’re fucking mine.
There isn’t a part of you I won’t claim.”

I’ ve had the best week of my life, fucking my little pet whenever her scent
is impossible to resist. She loves being milked, and she’s more easily
aroused because of it. She wants cock as often as I want to give it to her. It’s
like we’re a match made in fucking heaven, but if I want to protect us from
being found out, I’m going to need to be incredibly careful.
I rinse her again, lay her next to the bathing pool, and press my nose to
her sex.
She giggles and squirms, and then grips my horns so she can buck at my
face.
I get instantly hard, and growl at her.
She bypasses my self-control and sends my libido into overdrive when
she rubs my sensitive horns, and I’m sure she knows it. She wants me to
fuck her again, but I can’t do that until this evening, and I don’t have time
for these games. I need to keep her safe, and right now, that means washing
all trace of my seed from between her legs.
 Hordan has invited us to the pet park several times, and I can’t put it off
any longer. The High Commander demands I bring my Vah-nyah to meet
his Doe-dee so they may play together, and there will be other humans there
for her to befriend, too.
If I do not attend, the other monsters will grow suspicious of my
absence, and everyone knows it’s important to provide human pets with
social opportunities. Contact with other humans keeps pets healthy, so they
don’t become lonely and withdrawn. I don’t fear Vah-nyah becoming either
of those things, since we are very close companions, but keeping her away
from other humans could be seen as neglect or mistreatment and would
bring intensive scrutiny upon me as a pet owner. If the authorities would
send monsters to war to protect sweet humans like Vah-nyah, then they
would absolutely remove a pet from their home if they deemed the monster
negligent or abusive, and I would rather die than have my precious girl
taken from me.
I don’t know what they’d do if they found out I was fucking her. Even
though she clearly enjoys it.
She makes another play for my cock, and I twist away from her before
pressing my finger firmly to her nose. “No.”
“Yes Master,” she whines. She fondles her nipples, and I latch on,
before I pull back with a grin and wash her breasts again.
“I’m going to dress and collar you once we’re done bathing, and then
you’ll behave as I’ve trained you. Be a compliant little hucow for your
master, or I’ll smack your rump and deprive you of cock for a week.”
She stares at me, her gaze searching my face. “Master.”
I shake my head. “No.”
She plumps her lower lip, and I want to take it between my teeth and
growl.
“Masterrrr.”
Instead of spanking her rump, I slap her right on her juicy little cunt.
She gasps, and her eyes light up with a sparkle of excitement. She spreads
her legs a little more, and I gaze at her rouging flesh. Her tiny pleasure bud
is swollen and begging for attention, and her pretty fuck-hole is beautifully
slick. It’s bigger than it used to be. She’s been taking my cock so often,
she’s starting to gape, and I love that her body has so willingly adapted to
accommodate me.
A thrill runs down my spine, and her hungry eyes lure me in.
 “More,” she begs, tilting her pelvis to present herself more fully.
I raise my eyebrow and slap her pussy again, sharply enough to make it
sting.
Vah-nyah throws her head back with a beautiful moan, and when I
lower my gaze to her gushing cunt, I can practically see her engorged lips
and swollen clit throb. Her juices splatter over my palm with the next
smack, and I lick it clean before giving her another.
“Master,” she pleads between gasps and whimpers. She thrusts her hips
and pulls her pretty pink folds open wide, until her gaping entrance twitches
sweet kisses at me. She’s begging to be filled.
I pick up the gentle soap I was using on her earlier. It’s shaped like a
cock, and I was cleansing my seed from her depths with it, but now I’ll use
it for her pleasure.
I slap her swollen cunt again, and then push the soap phallus inside her.
Frenzied and peaking, she bucks at the thick, slippery shaft, helping me
fuck her with it.
“Good girl,” I coo when she wails her release. She clamps at the soap
and tries to close her legs, but I intentionally hold them open, forcing her to
feel the intensity of the magical pleasure bubbling out of her. She surrenders
to me completely and rolls with her spasms while I keep fucking her hole
with the soap.
A shudder rocks through her body, and she ripples one final surge of
fluttering spasms before resting limply with a pleasing sigh and a smile on
her face. I pull her back into the water and rinse her once more, before
laying her back onto her fluffy towel.
She’ll definitely smell like a clean, satisfied, and happy little human
now.
I press my nose to her again. She smells good, and I can detect no trace
of my seed. “Better,” I say with a nod. “Come along, and we’ll get you
dressed to go out.”
Vah-nyah chatters the whole time I’m dressing her. She flashes her eyes
at me, is smiling more than usual, and has an excited energy about her. I’ve
tried to explain that we’re going out, and she seems to understand to an
extent. I used the pictures in the handbook to help, and her eyes lit up when
I pointed at the image of humans being walked in the park. Maybe she’s
been seeking human company?
 Her tone denotes that she’s asking me a question, but I don’t know what
she’s saying. Do other monsters understand their pets’ language better? Will
they understand my human? My blood runs cold.
What if she says something about our inappropriate relationship to a
new friend, and another monster hears? If she tells them I’m fucking her…
I cinch her harness more tightly, buckle it behind her back, and go
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I t’sair hot
in.
in the carriage, and Mahz-uhrr lowers the windows to let the fresh

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.

M ahz - 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
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I wait by the bushes, stroking Vah-nyah’s wet little cunt while Hordan’s
voice rises to a roar.
A short while later, a curvaceous auburn-haired human female crawls
from the far side of the bushes and continues along the path heading away
from us, her leash trailing behind her. Her vast, pale rump bears a monster’s
sizable handprint, and her rouged and swollen cunt is leaking Hordan’s seed
with every move she makes. Her red stockings are getting soaked, and there
are twigs and leaves in her hair, but the satisfied swagger to her hips
suggests she’s been taken hard and enjoyed the ride.
Hordan stumbles from the bushes, buttoning his trousers, and stops in
front of me. He glances at his well-seeded human wandering away solo,
turns back to me, and grins. “Isn’t having a pet grand?” He pats Vah-nyah
on the head, and trots after his female. He scoops her up into his arms,
making her giggle, before he throws her over his shoulder, slaps her soaked
pussy, and comes back toward us.
Hordan — the high commander — fucks his human. Openly. We’re
allowed to?
I look at Vah-nyah, unbuckle her gag, and take it from her mouth.
“Glad you finally made it to the park,” Hordan says. “Enjoying a day
out with your female?”
I nod, still a bit lost for words. I was worried this whole time that I felt
too much for my pet. I lost control of my urges and loved it, and I was
meant to feel this way all along?
“Shall we walk together a while? Let our pets get to know each other?”
he asks, setting his pet back onto her hands and knees. “They may become
friends, like us.”
I nod and set Vah-nyah down, too. “Mine is named Vah-nyah.”
“Pretty name. Doe-dee,” he says, plucking a leaf from his pet’s ginger
curls. “Vah-nyah,” he says, gesturing at my human in introduction. His
female grins and our pets begin to talk.
Vah-nyah is a little shy at first, but she soon visibly relaxes, and we all
stroll through the park as a group.
“Could you have even imagined a life this good when you were back in
the Shadowlands?” Hordan asks.
“Not in my wildest dreams,” I reply truthfully. “I have so much love
inside me for my pet, I feel like a different monster.”
“You do look as though you’ve mellowed,” he says with a chuckle.
“These sweet little humans are really something aren’t they? So grateful for
any kindness and delightfully insatiable with their sensuality. Though I
admit I feel just as wanton and enraptured by Doe-dee as she seems to be
with me. It’s a whole new world.”
“A whole new world.” I nod.
Another monster and his pet approach us. “Greetings, friends,” he says,
as his male human smiles at our females. “I’m Darneq, and this is Gre-
gory.” He strokes the human’s chin, and the male obediently lifts his head to
expose his throat for more touch. He leans into his keeper and nuzzles at
Darneq’s cock, as his own begins to swell. “How are we all today?” Darneq
asks.
“Well,” Hordan says, before introducing us all.
We watch our pets chat, and it doesn’t go unnoticed that Gre-gory is
also aroused in the presence of our females. His cock is erect despite his
distance from his master, and his gaze frequently drifts to Doe-dee’s and
Vah-nyah’s breasts.
I look to Darneq. “Does your human enjoy the company of both males
and females?”
“I believe so,” he replies, watching his pet closely. “I satisfy him well,
but I suspect he may also desire to breed. Would you like either of your pets
to be mated by him? They are both beautiful, though I believe it is Vah-
nyah who has captured his interest currently,” he says, as Gre-gory sidles
closely to her on his way past. He doubles back, glances at Doe-dee’s messy
cunt, and then sniffs at Vah-nyah’s hind quarters.
My pet seems nervous, so I move her closer to me, but Gre-gory follows
and tries to mount her. I tear him off her and roar in his face so loudly he
surely sees every sharp tooth I’m about the shred him with. “Mine.”
Darneq reels in his leash, apologizing profusely. He spanks Gre-gory’s
ass and commands him to heel, before pulling a large tail plug from his bag.
He lubricates the tip, inserts it, and makes it vibrate until Gre-gory spends
his seed on the ground and collapses into a twitching heap.
“I had better take this rascal home,” Darneq says with a sigh. “I don’t
know what I’m going to do with him. He’s getting more aggressive with his
salacious intentions, and if I can’t find a suitable mate for him soon, I’m
afraid he’ll need to go back into the re-education program, and we all know
how much Vlad loves to flog the tricky ones.”
“Perhaps your human will enjoy a good flogging,” Hordan says with a
snort. “Either way, he won’t find a mate in these two females, so we’ll be
moving on now. Good day.”
I look down at my precious pet, and my heart breaks.
She staring at me, wide-eyed and trembling. She looks terrified. But is it
because of Gre-gory’s unacceptable behavior or my rage-filled outburst at
him?
Please don’t let it be me that she’s scared of.

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I gazeIfupGregory
at Mahz-uhrr in awe.
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.

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V ah-nyah crawls around me, swaying restlessly while I complete the

cleaning cycle on the milking machine. I’d be done faster if she sat still,
but her swollen breasts knock about between her arms as she moves, and
it’s very distracting. She needs to be milked, and I detest making her wait
any longer, but the machine needs to be properly maintained, and it’s hard
to find the time while catering to her every whim.
She’s not dangerously engorged, so if I can keep her busy, I should be
able to buy enough time to finish up the chores, so we can commence with
the fun.
She enjoys being milked so much, we’ve done it as often as she likes,
but the side effect of that is how incredibly large her breasts can become
between sessions. She’s producing a lot of milk these days — so much, I’ve
grown bigger and stronger than ever. My girl appreciates that, too. She
loves a good stretching, and she’s obsessed with the volume of seed I
produce now.
We’re so compatible. The more she gives me, the more I’m able to give
her, and there is nothing as pleasing as seeing her drip my cum from both
ends, while she’s happy, healthy, and utterly sated.
But we’ll be trying something new today.
This morning, at the store, I noticed her looking at the tails, and I’ve
seen her envious gazes at other pets at the park. I’m fairly certain she likes
the sparkly tails the best, and since our favorite color on her is blue, I’ve
found her the perfect one.
 I set the machine into its final rinse cycle and slap my leg, to encourage
Vah-nyah to follow me across the room. She does so with a sigh, and I
smile to myself. “So impatient, Pet. Let Master make the wait a little more
interesting.
I open a nearby cupboard and take out a bottle of lubricant and an anal
plug with a long, flowing waterfall of blue sparkles dangling from it.
Vah-nyah’s eyes widen and twinkle. She sucks at her lower lip, and then
turns around to present her ass to me.
“Good girl.” I settle beside her, bend to kiss the top of her head, and
then squirt some lube onto my fingers and take it to her puckered little
asshole. I massage her twitchy ring until the scent of her arousal fills the
room. Her sweet little cunt is glistening with excitement, and my cock is
just as ready for playtime, but the milking machine will enhance the
experience, and it’s not ready for use.
I pump some more lube into my hand and smear it over her asshole. She
shivers, and the tiny hairs on her skin rise. I add more lubricant to the tip of
the plug, and then nestle it between her cheeks, so she can feel how big it is.
My girl likes her ass to feel full, so I went straight to the upper size
range. She’s going to feel it, and when I fuck her, I’m going to enjoy it, too.
The bulb is big enough that it’ll bulge through her thin inner wall, and I’m
going to have to force my way past its bulk to get inside her.
My cock weeps at the thought, and I want her to lick it clean.
I push the fat plug into Vah-nyah’s tight ass and give it a wiggle while
she moans. Her cunt gushes a little river of sweetness, and I dip my head to
fuck it with my tongue until she’s panting.
“Master. Master.”
I get to my feet and stand in front of her. Pre-cum drips from my cock
onto her face, and she scoots forward to suckle at me. I back her up, until
her pretty new tail hits the wall, and then I thrust at her lips a few times, so
the plug fucks her ass while she sucks me.
She grunts and whimpers and nudges against the wall herself.
I chuckle and lead her away from it. I command her to turn around, and
then strip her completely naked and rub her down with a soft brush. She
closes her eyes in the happy way she does when she’s enjoying herself, and
I move behind her, to braid her new tail. I want to be able to push or pull
those sparkles out of my way when it’s time to fuck her.
 She obediently lets me groom her, but she’s increasingly restless. She
rocks slightly, as I plait her tail, and every tug I give sends her juicy cunt
quivering. She’s ready to fuck, but she’ll have to wait until the milking
machine⁠—
The pump dings with its cleaning cycle complete, and I can’t tell who’s
more relieved — me or my sweet pet. We’re both beside ourselves with
need. Vah-nyah practically rushes into her stall, to be restrained and get her
suction cups attached.
Her beautiful tits are so firm, I have to suckle a little milk from each to
form a tighter seal around her breasts for the pump to work, but that task is
no hardship.
Strengthened by the nourishment, I lock her into place and give her a
playful slap on the rump before moving behind her.
She whimpers and shifts against the bars, apparently finding it difficult
to keep still.
I lift her tail and run the head of my cock through her folds, testing how
easily I slide. She’s positively drenched for me, and when I gently tug her
tail upward, she utters a pretty sound while her cunt flutters at my tip.
“So fucking beautiful, Vah-nyah. So perfect for Master. I love you so
much.” I dribble pre-cum into her slit and lean in, forcing her to spread
around the thick head of my cock when the bulb in her ass has made her
little fuck-hole so tight it feels almost impossible.
My girl cries out, but she takes me, bit by bit. She blooms taut around
my cock, until I’m past the bulge and can forge deeper, to push at her limits.
She’s breathing hard, and she squeezes me in a fierce grip while her
cunt ripples around me. It’s as if she’s trying to hold back her orgasm, and
the sensation is magical. I pump at her clenched-tight depths, making her
milk my cock with a suction so intense, I can barely breathe.
I growl and stomp my foot. I dig my toe claws into the wooden flooring
for grip and fuck at her tense little body, unable to stop. “Submit, Pet.
Fucking surrender, or I’ll tear you apart with my need.”
I spank her ass, and she releases me enough that I can glide back and
forth with greater ease. I fuck her faster, and she cries out as she squirts
pleasure down her thighs. She spasms and bucks in her stall, wailing her
ecstasy, and I ride her through it, intent on pushing her higher still.
“That’s my good fucking girl,” I say with a roar, as I clench my inner
muscles to prevent my own release. “Come again for me, beautiful.”
 I thrust at her with reckless abandon, my cock slurping through her
soaking heat. She’s so relaxed and wet, it no longer matters if I fuck her
wildly; everything feels wonderfully smooth between us. I rub my cock
against the anal plug’s bulge, loving the way it massages just the right spot
near the head, and then I sink deep and fuck at her limits, dreaming of
forcing my seed beyond them.
I bump against the big tail plug, making that fuck her, too, and within
seconds, she’s cresting again. She moans and slumps against the side of her
stall, while her clenching cunt pulls forth so much seed from me, it
squelches from her with my final thrusts and splatters all over the floor. So
much mess to clean up, but I don’t care. Vah-nyah is worth any such
inconvenience.
I sag against the framework of her stall and pulse the last of my seed
into her swollen cunt, while the machine milks her dry. It’s a good thing
too. I’m desperately in need of refreshments, and she will be as well.
My cock slips from her when I pull back, and I ease the tail from her ass
and toss it in the sink, to clean later.
I slowly drink the milk she made me while she watches. She always
smiles when I do this. I offer her some, and she takes a sip. My cock starts
to swell again, and I groan. The things my little human does to me…
I switch off the pumping machine, finish my milk, and detach her
suction cups. I lift her into my arms and snuggle her close.
“Master.” She looks at me with her pretty eyes, points at the puddles of
cum all over the floor, and makes a gesture with her hands, to indicate
something of a large size.
I smile and shrug. “You make me come that fucking hard, Pet.”
She gazes into my eyes until I sit with her on the bed, and then she
climbs out of my arms and points to the pillows. She wants me to lie down?
So cute, thinking she’s in charge.
I play along and do as I’m told, and she gets to her feet and stands over
me, with one foot on either side. My girl stares down at me with a sultry
smile, tenses her muscles with intention, and drips cum onto my stomach
from her cunt. She’s purposely pushed it out, and I don’t know what the
fuck to do, because without hesitation, she then drops down to lick it from
me.
“Fuck.” I thrust my head back in the pillows, ready to explode again.
 She’s got that covered, too. Once she’s licked me clean, she turns
around and sucks my cock like she’s desperate for more.
I stare at her seeded cunt and unload into her hot little mouth, the way
she wants me to.
I moan and pulse my seed at her, until finally she’s swallowed every
drop I could bring forth.
She crawls back toward my head with a smile, kisses me on the lips,
and curls up next to me.
I kiss the top of her head and nestle her into the protective crook of my
arm with a happy sigh. “I love you too, Vah-nyah. You can be in charge
anytime you’d like, gorgeous pet.”

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 GLOSSARY

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Ana — and
Benahama — behave
Brah — brave
Bre — be
Bre-en du — Be good
Bre-shay — beautiful
En du — that’s good
Es bre clookin — it’s time
Es dobraw — it’s okay
fo — for
Foigin — fucking
Foigin kung fo may — fucking come for me
Garab — clothes
Je mo en du — that’s my good girl
Kung — come
Mahz-uhrr — Master
Mahz-uhrr bre shan — Master is here
Mahz-uhrr vol maleshdi es Vah-nya-Spraah — master will milk his
Vanya-Pet
Merrg — mine
Mo — my
Nah — no
Nah bre spavenzana — don’t be scared
Nah fo desh — not for these.
Obdee-oop — roll over
Ohm-bah — open
Parzzan — point
Saak ta-ta-na — say please
Scurrah — stay
Scurrah, ana tahg mun dalla — stay and you can eat one treat.
Slumburdy nor — sleep now
Spraah — Pet
Surrmahd — submit/surrender.
Taganataat — thank you
Tah-nes — yes
Tahg — eat
Umberree du — you’re being perfect
Vol — will
Za — so
Za foigin torg — so fucking tight

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