Chapter 8 Dodie #2
I wasn’t expecting it to feel so good, but the whole experience is like an insanely drawn out orgasm.
Every pull at my breast sends a joyous thrill through my body that keeps me riding the quivering edge of climax, and the sight of two Hordans taking such obvious pleasure from my body’s ample milk production is hot as fuck.
He’s literally made me the center of a universe full of hims, where I am quite literally the queen.
It’s a total mind-fuck and so flattering I can’t quite comprehend all the attention.
My body responded with delight at one Hordan, and now he’s doubled.
It’s not long before I’m gushing arousal and stomping my foot at the mattress with a restlessness my core is desperate to release.
I slide my slick thighs together, searching for friction to ease the intolerable need my thirsty monsters have sparked inside me.
They’re not unaffected either. They thrust into the mattress on either side of me, and I very much long for one of them to slip between my legs and thrust there. Deeply. I need the emptiness to be filled.
The Hordan at the foot of the bed chuckles.
He steps forward and kneels on the edge of the mattress, and I stare at him when he makes no move to come closer.
“You’re seriously just going to stay there?
” I whine, as the twin Hordans suckle in alternate rhythms. Their two strong mouths pull my nipples deep at opposing times, and the way their lips then press into my breast tissue when they swallow drives me wild with need.
They’re pumping the milk from me, and it feels so fucking good I’m soaking the bedcovers with my juices.
The watchful Hordan smiles at me. “You taste and smell delicious, Pet.” He glides his tongue over his bottom lip and asks, “Will you trust me to serve you?”
Unable to form words, I can only nod. Hurry, I beg him from inside my delirious mind. I need… I need…
“I know what you need,” he rumbles.
Each Hordan on my breast hooks an arm behind one each of my knees. They hike my legs high and spread me wide open, providing a full view of my dripping sex for the Hordan perched at the end of the bed.
“So fucking beautiful,” he growls, prowling forward on his hands and knees. He approaches so slowly the anticipation is torture, and when he takes his first lick, I squirm and buck against the holds the Hordans at my sides have on me.
I buck and stamp my feet like a wild animal, but they restrain me with ease.
“Hordan,” I cry out, as the need to come forces every other thought from my mind. “Please. Please. I need…”
“I know what you need,” he says again in a tone so calm it sends a strange sort of shockwave through me.
I lose track of reality a moment as the Hordans at my breasts release me. Without them anchoring me, my body feels like some dissociated thing lost in both time and space without hope of an end to the trembling intensity he’s built inside me. “Hordan.”
“Trust, Pet. Trust in my love and surrender. I know what you need.”
His deep voice gives my psyche something to grasp, as do the two sets of his strong hands that take hold of me. Love radiates through me, and I’m lifted from the mattress, flipped, and then set on all fours.
The twin Hordans latch back on to my breasts, tugging downward now, to give a whole new tantalizing sensation, and the third Hordan moves in behind me, licking at the arousal now running down my legs.
I give a needy whimper and can’t help my mind from projecting my desires.
“I know, sweet Doe-dee,” he whispers inside my mind. “A master knows how to prime his pet.”
His words confuse, alarm, and excite me all at once, and then my mind goes blank, because he has his massive cock pressed up against my entrance, and it’s everything I want and need. Right now.
“Yes,” I cry out with urgency. “Please.”
He feels so incredibly huge, I don’t know how it could possibly work, but he spreads my folds and glides the bulbous head of his cock through my slick, coating himself in my juices.
My body shudders with nervous, jittery energy, and Hordan hums low and soft and soothing.
“I’ve got what you want, sweet girl.” He tosses an empty tube of lotion in front of me, and I feel him smear something cool and soothing in and around my pussy. A pleasant floral scent fills the air and his big fingers start to work my entrance, stretching and tugging at my flesh.
I stiffen. “What is that?”
“Elasticity cream,” he explains. “Relax and let it happen,” he commands, as he probes at my pussy with what feels like his fist.
I squeak, and he pulls his hand away before surrounding me with calm energy.
“Easy there, beautiful. Everything’s going to feel perfect real soon.
You’ll see.” He notches the smooth, broad head of his cock at my well lubricated entrance, and I pant at the intense stretch and pressure as he leans into me from behind.
“Surrender,” he whispers, and by some miracle, I flare open around the thick intrusion.
“Good girl,” he coos and pushes his massive cock a little deeper before he eases back, then he forges forward, forcing my tight channel to accommodate his extreme girth.
I’m so stretched I can hardly breathe, and I grip the blankets in my fists as the other Hordans suckle more excitedly at my breasts. It feels as if I’m being pulled in two different ways while being pushed from another, and the combination is intoxicating and so… welcome.
He’s giving me exactly what I’ve been craving. What I was almost too scared or ashamed to ask for. Monster cock.
I cry out and lift my ass to present him with as much access as I can grant.
“Yes. Fill me to perfection. Sir.” The formal address falls naturally from my lips as I’m struck by the strong urge to acknowledge his powerful role in this world.
He is High Commander of the monster legion, and I am at the mercy of his potent energy, but I haven’t spoken from fear.
I speak from respect. I’m proud to be on my knees for this male. He serves me well.
Hordan moans so beautifully behind me that I know he’s appreciated the sentiment. He thrusts at me firmly, parting my slick flesh with his cock until I’m stuffed to bursting.
But he doesn’t linger in my depths. He pulls back and then slams into me again, perfectly greased for his efforts with the endless well of arousal he’s divined from my core.
I’m so wet that his every thrust is accompanied by an absolutely filthy sounding squelch — each one coming harder and faster as he drives us both toward certain release.
Endless moans wail from my lips as my body learns of infinite potential and limitless pleasure.
The force of my release sprays the Hordans beneath me with fluid, and they celebrate by clutching their engorged cocks and shooting fountains of cum straight upward.
It splatters all over my back, and the Hordan behind me fucks my spasming hole until I feel certain my flesh and bones will shake apart like a machine reduce to a pile of nuts and bolts.
“Fucking… fuck. Sweet pet. So perfect and mine… Thank you.”
His words confuse my ears, but my soul hears their meaning. Cloaked in an aura of pure love, Hordan fucks me from behind, milks me from below, and explodes cum into me so hard I swear I can taste it.
“Doe-dee. Mo spraah. Mo breshay spraah.”
I shudder awake to find myself cradled in Hordan’s arms.
My sleeping furs are covered in our combined juices, and he’s rocking me back and forth, like a I’m a precious wee thing as he strokes my hair.
My pussy ripples with the memory of the fantasy we just played out, and even though I know it was a beautiful dream, my breasts feel well-attended, and my pussy feel as though I’ve been pounded by an over-sized monster lover.
“What the fuuuuuck,” I utter once I’ve sucked in a much-needed restorative breath.
Hordan grunts in agreement and pulls a nearby picnic basket close before he lies down with me in the cum-soaked furs.
He reaches into the basket, pulls out a red berry dripping in juice, and holds it to my lips.
“Tahg,” he says, accompanying the command with an image of me eating the sweet smelling fruit and then feeling more energetic.
I lick some of its juice from my lips and then open wide to accept his delicious offering.
He hums softly with approval and reaches for another. And another, when I gulp that down too. I’m starving, and I don’t doubt it’s because that dream felt so real. I basically just participated in a multi-monster-fucking marathon. In a whole other dimension.
My mind boggles and Hordan snuffles with quiet amusement. He plants a lingering kiss to my forehead and feeds me another sweet fruit. A blue one this time. It tastes different, but just and good as the red ones.
We rest a little longer and then he lifts me from the messy bed and proceeds to wash me in the bathing pool. I’m grateful for the aftercare, because I may take all day to recover from what just happened.
I gaze up at Hordan, as he cares for me with palpable tenderness that leaves every inch of my skin feeling clean and loved. “Are you real, beautiful sir?” I ask him.
He smiles and dips his head to my breast. He keeps his eyes on mine as he suckles gently and then nips at my sensitive nipple with his slightly pointed teeth.
I gasp, and my pussy quivers with appreciation.
Hordan raises an eyebrow as if to say, You tell me.
And I have to bite my lip to keep from smiling too hard.