Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
GALATEA
Idraw closer to the bed. “Professor Bove—”
“Call me Asterios. I’ll even take Aster.”
“Mmm.” His arrogance annoys me. I don’t like being interrupted. “You’re not in the position to make demands, Professor.”
Asterios narrows his eyes. “You’re not one of my students. Professors are for professional settings like a college campus. This is anything but.”
Goodness. He is nothing like the milquetoast students in my barn. His personality is as strong as his body, his temperament as rigid as his cock, and his disposition as tight as his asshole.
“You must think I’m an amateur, Mr. Bove.” I smirk, running a single finger up his leg. “I am a professional, and this is a professional setting. I am a milkmaid, and this is my farm. And I think ‘Professor’ is a perfect name for my new prized bull.”
He scowls. “I’m not an animal to own, a male to enslave, or a lover to dominate.”
“No? I think your dick feels differently.” I nod at his proud stiffy, which seems to twitch at my mere mention of it. “Just look at how eager you are for me to enslave you, dominate you, and milk you.”
“That’s your fault,” he grumbles. “Your magic.”
I laugh and shake my head. “No, Professor. I don’t need magic to get you ready for me.”
“How about that drink?” he asks. “You’ve deeply dehydrated me with your forced intimacy.”
“Forced, huh?” I can’t help but give him a playful smile as my finger taps his dick. I think I will pierce it with a reversed Prince Albert. “Why do you say that?”
“I didn’t consent to this abduction,” he snarls, “regardless of my body’s reactions to your… ministrations.”
I raise a brow. “You summoned me, remember?”
He ignores my reasoning. “Drink. Please.”
“Mmm. I like hearing you beg. Say that again.”
“Please,” he growls out.
“Beg nicer.” My tone has a hint of a warning. I am not a witch to piss off. Males who piss me off end up with their head on my wall. “Much nicer.”
The professor takes a deep breath, softly mumbles to his deity for patience, and adjusts his piss-poor attitude. “Please,” he says quietly.
“That’s better. I prefer when you’re a good boy.” I crawl up his body, purposely dragging myself over his throbbing pole, and further up until I’m straddling his large chest.
“What are you up to, Witch?”
“Call me Galatea. I’ll even take Gala.” I snort at my own mimicry joke. “Because I could be considered a glamorous occasion with the special entertainments and extraordinary performances I’d like to give you.”
My prized bull huffs from his nose. “I don’t care for your more... theatrical productions. They’re very dramatic and unbearably messy.”
“Oh, you mean the cum baths?”
He rolls his eyes. “Yes. That.”
Giggling, I lean down and pinch his fuzzy cheek. “That’s just how I say hello to rude boys. A parlor trick to get the juices flowing,” I say with a wink.
He huffs again. “Your parlor trick was humiliating.”
I refrain from telling him not to worry about it as he would never see those students ever again. No need to make him more agitated than he already was.
Leaning forward, I run my fingers along the features of his face. “Just open wide, and I’ll give you a drink.”
The professor lifts a brow but opens his mouth slowly. I know he’s worried about me forcing cum down his throat. It’s understandable. While an intriguing idea, I wouldn’t do that to him… right now. He really does need nourishment.
I draw down my gown and free my breasts, then cup the weight and tug on the nipples to release a little bit of milk, which I then rub into my areolas and cleavage.
His eyes widen like saucers, and his cock smacks me against my back as he tries to lean forward to taste the offering.
“See? So eager for me.” I lean in and press my breasts on either side of his mouth, which smears milk onto his lips.
His wickedly long and thick tongue is slick, licking my skin clean before his lips finally latch onto a nipple.
The moment he starts to suckle, something seems to take over his demeanor, and my body. His eyes seem to magically glow for a moment, then I feel an exchange of power. He begins to feed greedily, pulling streams of milk from my breasts like he is starved.
I should be worried at this strange magical transfer, but I can’t seem to get past the lust overtaking my body.
His mouth feels so good. I moan and tangle my fingers in his hair, urging him to do more— to suck harder, faster, ingest more of my milk and, potentially, my magic.
But I didn’t even care. Arousal was to weak a word for the feeling assaulting my erogenous zones.
So hot and bothered and aching for him, I can’t help but grind against his chest. I’m slick already, my movements leaving my scent all over his torso. He growls and nips my nipple with his teeth. I cry out— and nearly gush on him in climax. Fuck, I was losing my mind with desire.
“The things I would do to you...” he moans around a nipple before latching back on hungrily.
“Oh? And what would that be?” I gasp. Fuck, I was going to orgasm on empty space instead of his dick. I needed him to hurry feeding so he could fill me with that massive cock.
“Right now, I want to taste you.”
A thrill rushes through me and before I know it, I’ve allowed his hands freedom. “Show me.”
Within seconds, he’s gripped my hips and hoisted me onto his large face. A surprised gasp escapes my lips. I grab his horns to steady my weight.
His tongue slides along my core, rolling and teasing along my slick folds and clit before suddenly impaling me, eliciting a shocked moan from my throat.
“Oh Gods, yes!” Using his big, strong horns for leverage, I begin riding his face. “Yes! Yes! Oh, please!
He doesn’t seem to mind. His tongue fucks me good. It rolls and delves deep, moving inside me like a cock would. His hot exhalations teases my clit, especially when he amps up his oral by chuffing or vibrating his vocal chords. His juddering muzzle is better than any vibrator I’ve ever owned.
I’ve never been so turned on.
His grip tightens, and his claws begin to sink into the meat of my ass. He lets out a deep growl that radiates into my pussy, making me scream.
“Asterios! Fuck! Oh Gods! Please! Asterios!”
I come so hard—harder than I ever have.
Surely he is drowning in my fluids by this point, but he continues, forcing me to climax again and again. I’m so pleasure drunk at this point that I decide to release him totally from his bonds, allowing him to take over the scene.
Asterios notices immediately and lifts me off his face.
Instead of trying to escape, he flips our bodies, and forces that massive cock into my channel.
“Oh gods, Asterios, yes, it feels so good! Hurt me!”
I don’t understand why I’m asking for such a thing from him. Never have I ever begged for rough sex.
He obeys, pounding into me and bringing me to a place where pleasure meets pain, and I want more. I want him to take me hard and brutal and claim me as his. But I need him to break me. It is imperative that I shatter in his arms and give all that I am to him to find my completion…
Completion of what? What is happening!?
Magic begins swirling around us, though I doubt he sees it the way I do. I know the way I’m feeling is not normal, and a part of me waaaay in the back of my mind is telling me to reign this in, but I have never felt so confident in my life that this— whatever this is— must happen.
Was this what people meant when they say they’ve met their soulmate?
Though we hardly know each other, magic doesn’t abide by such social norms. A binding is a binding. I just know that when he came inside me, I became overly potent and dangerously powerful.
He had taken my magic via my milk, amped it up, and given it back to me in his cum. I’m probably the strongest witch in my universe.
And apparently, the universe wants to keep me humble.
I will now have to submit to him just as he submits to me.