Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
ASTERIOS
My body feels compressed, like a lead blanket is lying on top of me. I helplessly stare at the ceiling. My limbs are too heavy to move. Even my breathing is shallow from the weight crushing my chest. The sound of a thousand bees humming inside a metal tube drones on in the back of my brain.
And then I smell it. The alkaline aroma of spermine.
The odor suffocates me. I try to yell for help, but the words get caught in my throat. Am I dreaming? Is this a nightmare?
No. My eyes are open. Through the window, I can see the full moon in the dark velvety sky. It shines down upon me, casting a soft glow upon my dim room.
A figure appears near the foot of my bed. Just a shadow at first, but the more they step into the window’s draping moonlight, the more of them I see. I’m mesmerized by the ethereal sight.
Flowing white hair frames lavender eyes and a heart-shaped face before billowing out in a ghostly zephyr.
Her skin is like alabaster. A white translucent gown, delicate and fluid, clings loosely to her curvaceous frame, with the trailing fabric rising and falling under the gusts of some spectral wind.
The moonlight hides nothing from my view.
I can see each voluptuous curve beneath a gown that has the color and transparency of mist. My eyes take in her large, heavy breasts.
The dusky nipples peek through the sheer material, teasing and tantalizing.
My mouth waters. My palms ache to caress her shapely hips and thick thighs and pet the silver softness covering her mons.
It is her.
The Milkmaiden.
I try to think back to the conversation about her.
“Is she ugly? Why is not every young, male minotaur on campus attempting to conjure this female human?”
“Not really ugly. She’s okay, I guess, for a monster...”
The stupid young bull who had described her to me as “okay for a monster” are obviously fucking blind or lied about actually seeing her. She’s incredibly beautiful, and unlike any living creature I’ve ever seen. Nothing like an ape at all. She is a goddess.
“Mmm... you’re huge,” she compliments, her tone thick and sultry. Her fascinating eyes meet mine “Hello, my naughty boy. Have you learned your lesson? Are you going to be good for me now?”
My cock twitches as if nodding my response.
She moves through magic and mist like an apparition, seemingly floating over the edge of my bed. The blanket slides away to the floor and my legs spread open on their own to allow her to settle in between my thighs.
“Do you know what it means to be enthralled?”
I want to speak, but words no longer exist in my mouth. The neural pathway from my brain to my larynx has ceased functioning.
“To enthrall is to capture the fascination of someone… It can also mean to enslave them.”
She touches my cock with a single pale digit, and I release thick ropes of splooge right then and there. I would be mortified if I gave a damn, but I’m just grateful to finally get some release.
Unfortunately, despite the large amount of cum that spewed from my dick, the pain in my balls only eases a fraction.
Her laugh is almost angelic, so lyrical and comforting.
“Good boy,” she says with a grin as she leans forward.
My heart skips beats and my brain short-circuits when she slides her warm and wet tongue from my base to my tip, collecting the cum into her mouth. Not only does it feel amazing, but I realize I’m enthralled in more ways than just the power holding me to the bed.
I watch her swallow the semen and shudder with pleasure. “Mmm. Perfection.”
No part of my fluid is wasted. She literally lifts my aching testicles and slurps the cum off the swollen scrotum before nibbling and kissing the loose sac. She then moves to my pelvis and laps up the viscous streams coating my skin until I’m clean.
Once complete, she pulls back and licks her lips. “Yummy,” she murmurs. “What an appetizer.”
Angel. Witch. Goddess. Succubus.
“Time for the main course.”
Hovering above my erection, she captures my gaze and winks.
I watch closely, captivated. Her breath is hot, and she almost struggles to open her mouth wide enough to take me in.
But when her plump lips wrap around the tip of my cock, pleasure shoots through my shaft and into my sac.
Her tongue swirls around the glans then flicks the ridge before her jaw seemingly unhinges so her mouth can slip down the engorged erection.
She gently drags her tongue up and down the backside of my penis while grazing her teeth along the front ever so lightly. She cups my balls, testing their weight in one palm while the other hand grips the base. A sound of satisfaction erupts from her throat, as if she were pleased.
The oral she offers becomes fervent. Her grip at the base tightens, and a finger leaves my sac to rub my perineum. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks my dick hard and furiously in her quest for my seed… and perhaps my soul.
My heart pounds and blood rushes to my ears. And for the second time, cum spews forth— but goes directly into her mouth. It feels like a gallon of semen is erupting into her throat, but she gulps me down like she’s starved for the taste.
Powerless to stop her, I lay there as she continues to suckle me. I yearn to take control, to grip her hair and proclaim that she’s a good girl for taking it all, but I’m still suspended in some sort of paralysis.
Wait. Could this be a dream? Is this sleep paralysis?
No, I ultimately decide. I could never dream up something this good. It’s the best blowjob of my life, and she swallowed my cum better than any partners I’d ever had, both vanilla and fetish. And I’ve had some great submissives serve me before.