Chapter 5 Hordan
HORDAN
My poor, sweet pet has been so neglected.
She barely knows how to receive the love I’m giving to her.
Massively overwhelmed, she fights with herself to accept my gentle touch, and I can only imagine the chaos, fear, and lack of care she has experienced in her life to be scared of genuine good intentions.
Her trust must have been broken time and again for her to retreat into the forest and defend her peace so fiercely.
It makes me want to go back in time, to stand between her and everything that would seek to harm her precious being. I would roar in faces before I tore out throats.
Doe-dee stiffens and I immediately blank my mind of any aggressive image or thought, blocking her from the depth of my rage at any injustice she has faced.
Instead, I let her into a softer corner of my mind, where she can feel only love and safety, while the passionately protective version of me stands guard outside the door to keep anyone nasty from entering.
I don’t want my pet to feel fearful ever again. She has been living in survival mode. But not anymore. I’m here now, and I won’t allow her to continue in struggle.
She deserves a soft life, and she will know true love to the depth that I can deliver it.
If I was worried about what I could offer her before, I know the exact offering to make now.
And it’s so simple. Unconditional love will be the easiest thing I could ever give to her, because my heart has been swelling and overflowing with it since we first met.
My heart’s true desire is to protect her from all harm and see to her health and happiness for the rest of her days.
She fits so perfectly snuggled against me, and I stroke her back while her post-sob breathing begins to calm.
There is no more natural sensation I can think of than to have her soft skin pressed to mine.
I count the speckles sprinkled over her shoulders, so I know how many kisses it will take to show my appreciation of every single one.
So many kisses. All over her body. It will take a long time, and I can only pray that she will be still enough to let me.
Even if she didn’t, I could spend the rest of my life kissing one new freckle each day.
I press a kiss to her forehead and trail the tips of my fingers over her auburn crown. Would she let me wash her hair? I reach for her floral scented soap and bring it to my nose once more before holding it in front of her face and gently patting her head.
“Ma herr?” she asks, tugging at one wavy lock of her messy lengths.
She presses her lips together, and with her thoughts guarded in this moment, I’m left to study her face and the almost imperceptible traces of energy I can detect.
After a moment, I decide I would classify her expression as hopeful but anxious, and I stroke her cheek to reassure her by reminding her of how good my touch will make her feel.
She shivers, leans into my attentions, and releases a small mewling sound from the back of her throat that lets me know she’s feeling exactly what I want her to.
Slowly, watching me very carefully, she detaches herself from my torso and sinks down into the water. She leans her hair back, presenting her bare breasts toward me in the most appealing manner before rising again to drip from every possible part of her.
I have never seen anything so seductive in all my life, and I can’t help projecting my desire to lick the tantalizing water rivulets from her skin, starting with catching the steady drips from her nipples with my tongue before suckling at the seemingly endless trickle that’s running down her breast from her wet hair.
Doe-dee parts her lips on a tiny gasp, and her nipples peak even more firmly.
She sends back a mental image of me doing exactly as I’ve imagined, and adds an image of her throwing her head back with a sexy grin while she clasps onto my horns and pushes her fingers through my long hair.
My scalp tingles from the suggestion alone, and if her imagined good time is not her telepathically granting me permission to proceed, I don’t know what else would be.
I latch on to her breast without pause and suckle at her nipple, and the fantasy becomes real.
The sight off her head actually tipping back is a gift, but she also honors me with a moan that sounds so pleasurable, I feel it in tugging at my aching balls.
I lick and suck and sip the fresh water from her pale skin, swallowing it down as if it could end the thirst I have for her, but I fear nothing ever will.
I want more. I want to taste her neck, her shoulder, the perfect little bridge where the two meet.
I want to lift her from the water and thrust my face between her legs, seeking her pleasure so I can experience the sweet-smelling arousal she’d been drenched with before I plunged her into the water. I wish I had taken my fill beforehand.
Doe-dee looks at me as if she’s read my mind. She offers an image of me lifting her onto the soft moss by the pool, and her spreading her legs as she guides my face to her sex by my horns. I roar with excitement and hoist her onto the spongy, green surface before her next breath.
She opens her thighs, and I stare as she reaches down and parts her precious pink petals for me.
I lunge forward and nuzzle my face all over her glistening cunt.
She’s a surprisingly even mixture of wet from water and her own slick, and I coat myself in her scent before lapping at her sweet little human slit.
I tease her entrance with the tip of my tongue until her body is agitated and begging for more. She stomps her feet and bucks her hips, and the wildness of her stirs the wildness in me.
Remain safe, I warn myself before driving my tongue deeply to her core.
She cries out, grips my horns and thrusts at me, making my tongue slide in and out of her the way I want my cock to.
I give her what she wants, testing her limits and how much she’ll stretch for me.
She’s going to need some breaking in if I’m going to fit, and I’m going to make sure both of us enjoy that, so she’ll want it as badly as I do.
Already I’m gaining telepathic flashes from her pleasure-addled mind of me taking her in dozens of different positions.
I feel half-insane with need at her suggestions, and tongue-fuck her so vigorously, she cries out, and her gushing sex seizes tight, pulsates, and clenches around my tongue so forcefully, is as if it can’t choose between choking it or pleading it for mercy.
Her wild, undulating wails fill my ears as she floods my mouth with her juices, and I greedily drink down her pleasure.
I’ve never tasted anything so perfect, and her essence surges through my system, sparking a kind of unfathomable passion I can’t contain.
I rear back, tear open my trousers, aim my cock at her dripping fuck-hole, and unleash my hefty load with a roar.
Ropes of thick, mind-blowing ecstasy spurt from my cock in an expression of absolute gratitude for this female.
Lightheaded from the power of the release, I grip the mossy ground with one hand and grab one of her succulent ass cheeks with the other, anchoring myself to keep from being thrown off-balance by the violent, surging relief.
Doe-dee responds with another spine-tingling wail of delight, and we are so wrapped in each other’s energy, I can’t tell if it’s my pleasure rippling through her or hers through mine. Our spirits feel so closely woven together, we’re sharing a tantric sexual and psychic connection.
The orgasm lasts and lasts, until my drained sac throbs with the epic satisfaction of emptiness.
When I can finally focus my eyes, I look down to see my cum has coated her from navel to quivering anus, and her still-twitching little human cunt is sucking my seed inside her with every gasping little spasm.
I’ve never seen or experienced anything so deeply and darkly exciting, and my body trembles with sensual delight. I glance between her constantly squeezing sex and her twisted, blissful face, and I’m so honored to have brought her such pleasure.
Can I make it last even longer for her?
I drag my big fingers through the monstrous mess I made and push more cum between her delicate human folds.
She shivers and tilts her hips toward my touch, as if begging for more.
She’s well lubricated for penetration, so I push in with two cum-soaked fingers and watch a gorgeous smile tug at the corners of her pursed, moaning lips.
Her pussy suckles at my fingers, and I love the thought of her body being hungry for my cum.
I slip from her depths to gather and push more of my ejaculate inside her, and then I fuck her tight, slippery hole with my slurping fingers, loving the filthy sound of it.
It gives me tingles from head to toe, and from the way Doe-dee’s gasping whines are escalating, I can only assume she’s enjoying this as much as I am.
Her mind went silent long ago — but not from intentional guarding. From surrender.
She’s given herself wholly over to her pleasure. To me. She feels safe enough to do so, and that is the most soul-satisfying thing I have ever felt.
This woman is most definitely the pet who is meant for me, and whether or not she fully understands it yet, she is mine.
Our spirits have already begun bonding mentally and physically, and from this moment onward, we will only grow closer.
The more I pour into her — both literally and figuratively — the stronger or love will become.
The sensual sharing of fluids intensifies any relationship, and I plan to share every drop of cum I make with Doe-dee.
She’ll love it and take it in every hole.
I groan at the thought of gripping her wild mane, holding my cock to her ready mouth, and watching her gulp down my cum like a ravenous, needy little beast. Legend has it that humans adore the taste of our seed, and that ingesting monster semen can have a delightful effect on a human female’s body.
Given the right additional vitamins, her body will respond to the ejaculate by initiating milk production — another confirmation that the union of our species is a match made in heaven, because monsters love milk.
How will she taste? I gaze upon her round breasts and imagine how they’ll soon be swollen with sweet, creamy goodness.
How I’ll love watching her nipples bead and drip as much as I’ll love holding my tongue out to collect those milky dewdrops.
I’ll suckle gently to coax her flow into a steady stream and then I’ll increase my suction until she sprays milk into my mouth so forcefully I’ll probably make a pig of myself trying to devour every last drop.
Doe-dee gasps, and our eyes lock upon each other’s gaze. She’s seen my little daydream in her mind’s eye, and far from hating the notion, her body responds with another wave of pleasure spasms. Her sex grips at my slippery fingers, and I rumble softly with immense approval.
Her cheeks flush, and she tries to close her legs with my hand still between them. I rumble more deeply, slip my slick fingers from her cunt, and spread her once more. My seed dribbles from her entrance, and I smear it over her puckered little asshole in slow circles as I grin at her.
“There is no shame in your interest, Pet,” I assure her.
“I like the idea of your feeding me milk from your breasts. You like the idea of it. And I’m deeply aroused by your liking the idea of it.
” I proudly adjust the position of my own legs, so she can see just how hard my cock has become from this discussion.
“Why would you want to hide your enjoyment from me?” I coo, still massaging her cum-soaked asshole.
“I want to see how much you’ll love it. I want to feel it with every fiber of my being so I’ll know you’re experiencing the same state of bliss that I’ll most certainly be in.
There is no point in denying our fantasies and delights when we know each other’s minds.
Embracing our joy will only heighten the pleasure for us both. ”