Chapter 8 Dodie
DODIE
Iroll over with a moan, and my hand brushes against warm velvet.
Hordan?
I push back the furs to find him sleeping soundly beside me.
His big monster feet are sticking out the end of the furs, along with half his legs, he’s so tall.
He doesn’t seem bothered by the cold in the least, and feels toasty warm to the touch.
Almost hot. Sure he won’t mind, I boldly throw back the covers to see more of him.
Once his huge, muscular body is on full display, and my jaw falls open as I stare in awe at the utter perfection that is this monster. I carefully sweep a lock of dark hair away from his handsome face, and his lips twitch in an almost smile, as if maybe he’s dreaming of sweet things.
I’m a little surprised by his presence in my bed, but not at all unhappy about it. Nor am I disturbed by being able to see every inch of him. He’s so gorgeous, it seems wrong to cover him back up before taking my time to really appreciate the sight of him. All of him.
I drag my gaze down his body, noting every scar that I intend to honor with a kiss if he’ll allow it once he wakes. His physique is that of a warrior, and I keep getting the urge to curl myself against him, as I would if seeking shelter from a storm.
I lean closer, enjoying how the heat of him warms my skin. He shifts his head my way, as if drawn toward me, and when the tip of his nose nudges against the skin on my shoulder, he gives a soft, sleepy rumble that makes my heart race, because I can feel him appreciating the way I smell.
“Doe-dee,” he murmurs through lazy lips that gently graze against my upper breast. He shivers, and his massive cock twitches and then plumps. I watch in awe as it swells into a thick, full erection. The size of it should scare me, but I only feel desire and curiosity.
Would it fit inside me? Would it hurt?
Somehow, I don’t think it would. I feel as if Hordan is a very mature and respectful monster who is capable of working miracles with my body.
If there’s a way for him to successfully penetrate me with his monster cock, then I’m sure he’ll find the most pleasurable path to make it happen.
Even now, my core ripples excitedly with the knowledge of how he affects me.
My mind might still be adjusting to his steady aura of dominance, but it almost feels as if he could command my body to accept him and it would obey.
Does he feel the same way? As if he’s at my mercy? Or am I at a disadvantage? I ease back, wary. I’ve been there before, and I refuse to be controlled by anyone ever again, so if I my position in this strange relationship is weaker, then I need to keep him at a safe distance.
Hordan sits bolt upright as if startled wide awake. He stares at the cave wall for several long breaths, and then he turns to me with soft, almost mournful eyes.
I frown and inch closer. “Are you okay?” I ask, searching his face. “Did you have a bad dream?”
“We’re still in the dream,” he says in plain English without even moving his mouth.
I look around, confused, and then he points to different parts of the cave, making fanciful furniture appear out of nowhere until my cave has turned into a throne room. I find myself suddenly seated on a throne as he kneels before me, and when I reach upward, my fingers brush against a crown.
I rip it from my head and stare at the gold as it shines in the light from the crystal chandeliers. “What is this?”
“It’s whatever you want it to be,” Hordan says, gazing up at me though his thick, dark lashes.
“You somehow make me feel infinitely powerful and yet absolutely powerless when it comes to how I feel about you,” he says softly through still lips.
“Please know that while I’d appreciate a certain amount of authority on matters of your safety and the provision of resources to meet your needs, should you want to assert your dominance over me, I will be unable to deny your desires.
The thought of your pushing me down and climbing on top of me to satisfy yourself is one that brings joy to my heart and hardness to my cock. ”
I glance down to observe the truth of his words.
He tucks his erection away, trapping it between his legs as if suddenly shy to be on display.
I view him side-on. “Are you suggesting you want me as much as I want you?”
“Possibly more,” he admits while pressing his lips into a firm line. “But I will never hurt you or give you cause to doubt or fear my intentions. I am certain that you are mine, and I am fully committed to serving your highest good, because it is in my highest good to do so.”
“In what way?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.
“I long to remain in your presence, and I know you will not allow it unless I behave correctly.”
That is true, though he could easily overpower me at any time. A hint of enjoyment at the thought makes me blush and turn away from him so I can get myself in check.
He clears his throat. “May I suggest that if your desires include switching roles sometimes, it will be safe to do so, and there is no shame in admitting that sometimes you want to be submissive. Especially to a powerful male who has the skills to read your energy and know your mind — who therefore understands how best to handle you…” he says, gesturing at himself as he gives me a sly yet honest smile.
I look around at all the fancy things and long for the comfort of my—
Hordan snaps his fingers and we’re immediately transported back into a vision of my cave, though I remain seated on a throne.
I lean back against the soft velvet of its fabric.
It feels like his pelt, and I realize for the first time, that I’ve been completely naked the whole time, just as he has.
We’re both equally vulnerable in this state, and I study his intelligent eyes.
“So intentional,” I muse.
“With you?” he says, speaking directly into my mind. “Always. You demand it. It is the only sure way to gain and keep your trust.”
I rest my hands on the curled arms of my grand chair. “And you cast dreams for us to walk and talk in…?”
“An experiment.” He grins. “One I am quite pleased to see has worked. I find the language barrier frustrating at times… but not always,” he admits with sexy smirk. “There is much to be said for body language.”
I purse my lips and hum in agreement. “Did you mean what you said about this being whatever I want it to be?” I gesture to the dreamscape surrounding us.
“Yes,” he says without pause. “Anything you want.”
“What about what you want?” I ask, running my fingers along the gilded arms of my throne.
“I want what you want,” he replies with a toothy grin.
I snort softly. “Do you now?” I think of a simple command to test his theory.
He grunts and nods at my breasts. “I definitely want to bring you pleasure by suckling on those beautiful breasts, Pet. But if you want to play games to test this creation, may I suggest you explore the limitless opportunities that a world of pure fantasy can truly offer?”
I gasp as my breasts double in size and begin to drip milk. I palm their fullness and then stare at Hordan in shock. “They feel so real.”
He steps closer and swipes a droplet of milk from my nipple with his tongue.
“Wait till you taste them,” he says with a twinkle in his eyes.
I can sense his hunger and absolute obsession with the flavor alongside his lustful craving for the intimacy — which I’m surprised to learn is equal parts sexual intensity and a deeper yearning for comfort and general closeness with me.
Has my monster never been loved properly either?
His eyes bore into mine, and because he hides nothing, I begin to understand how similar we really are.
I look back at the nourishing, motherly breasts he has imagined for me, and recall how rewarding it was to be cared for by him. I can’t deny it would give me pleasure to do the same for him when the sensation of his hot, hungry mouth on my breast fills me with an overwhelming passion.
I wet my lips, collect a little breastmilk on my finger, take it to my mouth, and taste pure sweetness on my tongue. “Incredible,” I whisper.
“You are,” he says in a reverent tone. “Would my queen like her beautiful, milky breasts tended to?” he asks, eyeing them suspiciously. “They look to be growing very full.”
I look down to see them expanding. They become tight and firm to the touch, and there’s a needy ache building that I instinctively know will only be eased by the delighted monster in front of me, latching on and milking me for every last drop.
But I have two swollen, aching breasts and only one Hordan…
I meet his eyes and we both grin.
A second Hordan appears. And then a third.
I lean forward on my throne. “Three?”
“I want to watch,” he says as the other two versions of him lift me from my throne and carry me to a big brass bed. He stands at the foot as I’m laid atop the softest mattress I’ve ever felt and propped against a mountain of pillows by the others.
The second they get me settled, they each set upon a breast and tug with the forceful suction of grown male monsters, giving me the most intense surge of pleasure edged with pain. I cry out and gasp for breath as Hordan watches from the end of the bed with a gorgeous smile.
My nipples begin to tingle with a strange new sensation, and then suddenly a tidal wave of pleasurable calm and relief washes over me.
The ache in my massive, swollen breasts eases, and the two Hordans rumble into my flesh with moans so I can feel their satisfaction as they feast upon the breastmilk pouring down their throats.
They swallow it down in greedy gulps as if they haven’t eaten in years, and the effect on their libidos is instant, and I have to admit to an exponential increase in my own.