Chapter 18
DODIE
There’s an urgency between us that wasn’t there a moment ago, and it has everything to do with Hordan being a big, loving, and generous pervert.
I’m so into it. He’s so fucking hot, even when he’s trying not to be.
And the stockings and leather straps feel gorgeous against my skin, and when he slowly slides the silky sleeves up my arms and buckles them into place behind my back while the soft, sueded straps crisscross between my breasts at the front, leaving them on full display… ?
I stand up and look in the mirror. I’ve never seen an outfit like this, but I love it. I love how open and made for fucking I look — because Hordan has got me so fucking aroused, that’s exactly how I feel.
I turn one way and then the other, checking out my bare ass and tits.
I’m wearing clothes, but all the parts that would get in the way of milking or fucking are missing full.
He’s got access to everything. Except my hand, I muse, clapping the strange padded mittens together.
With my fingers trapped inside, I can’t really do anything with them.
Not even get out of this outfit. The harness buckle is behind me, so I couldn’t even reach it with my teeth. Should I be worried?
I look at Hordan, and he shows me he’ll unbuckle it anytime I want. All I need to do is picture it.
But I can tell he hopes I won’t asked, because as if I’m literally looking at me those his eyes, I look like the most sparkly, beautiful, suckable little thing he’s ever seen, and if I get down on all fours and start crawling around, I’m going to blow his fucking mind.
Well, technically he’s worried he’ll blow his load from the sight of me — before he’s had a chance to fuck me full of cum like an absolute animal so he can see me crawl around stretched, swollen, and dripping with it while I’m wearing my pretty new outfit.
My pussy gives a warning tremor. He’s had me dangerously close to coming so many times I doubt I’m far from an embarrassingly premature explosion myself.
I take a few deep breaths, to try and calm myself, but it’s no use.
I want to make use of this outfit’s strategically padded hands and knees, and its apparent aphrodisiacal effect on my big, hunky monster.
Eyes on his, I sink slowly to my knees and crawl over to him in my steadiest slinky prowl.
The giant bulge in his trousers jerks so violently it dislodges buttons.
I duck for cover as they ping around the room, but I don’t dare miss the spectacle of his monster cock bursting forth in appreciation.
There’s no denying that Hordan is incredibly attracted to me, and the feeling is so fucking mutual.
My pussy has been aching for another stretching from his giant cock, and my breasts feel huge jostling between my arms as I crawl closer to him with one mittened hand and then the other.
I take a full sauntering circle around him, emphasizing the swing of my hips before I bump gently against his leg and nudge at his cock with my nose.
A few drops of pre-cum fall onto my tits, and I watch his eyes grow darker and hungrier with each passing moment as I sneak out my tongue and lick a thick, creamy bead of it from the tip of his penis.
I hum happily as I swallow it down, and I go back for more as it wells in the eye of his cock, scooping it out with a flick of my tongue.
Hordan gives me a warning rumble, and his body trembles with tension as he restrains himself.
Does he think I’m teasing him? It’s only teasing if I deny him the chance to fulfill his desires, and I have no such plan.
I want him to fuck me like an animal. He’s built like a beast, and I like it.
A lot. So if he thinks I’m going to stop begging him to pin me down and fuck me how he wants to, he’s wrong.
And I’ll use whatever means I have at my disposal to make it happen.
I use my mittened hands to prop my full, tight breasts from underneath and thrust them upward. They’re so swollen with milk I barely have to tip my head forward before I can lick his cum from my skin. I do it slowly. Deliberately. Fucking him with my eyes the whole time.
One. Two. Three drops.
A fourth hits the breast I just cleaned, and I lick it up fast before latching onto the tip of his cock and suckling some more from the source. His cum helps me make milk, and every time I taste it now, my breasts get a teasing, tingling pulse to them that get my pussy wildly wet and needy.
I turn around to show my monster what he’s doing to me, and then I start crawling out the door, my mind set on finding the room I saw our new giant bed in.
I barely get two steps down the hall before Hordan is on all fours, chasing me.
He nips at my ass, lashes at my holes with his tongue, and shoves his face into my drenched cunt, nudging me hard enough to thrust me forward.
He wants me to keep moving, because whenever I stop to enjoy the pleasure he’s giving me, he slaps my ass and urges me onward.
He herds me all the way down the hall and into a room full of contraptions.
I glance over my shoulder at him, confused.
He responds with a slightly feverish energy and visual instructions for me to crawl into the stall in front of me, so he can attach what look like suction cups to my breasts. We’re in the milking room.
My breasts definitely need to be milked, and I’ve been looking forward to it since the last time.
The blissful sensation of a letdown of milk is wonderful in and of itself, but it makes me so fucking horny to have him tugging at my teats with his powerful, fervent mouth.
It creates a wild pleasure response that builds unfathomable momentum behind my orgasms, which he and I both obviously love, but he’s only ever milked me with his mouth.
Still on my hands and knees, I edge closer to the stall, taking it all in.
It’s not very large. Maybe as long as I am while on all fours?
There’s a cushioned section in the center, where I suspect my hips are meant to rest, while the small open space in front of it provides space to easily access my breasts.
I almost miss the cushioned bar above, but it sort of matches the one at the back of the stall.
I check with Hordan if I’m understanding correctly. He plans to herd me into the little stall and bar me in place from above and behind, and then attach the nearby suction cups to my breasts, and turn on the machine to pump the milk out of me?
Hordan nods, his eyes dancing. His cock is the biggest I’ve ever seen it, so he’s very excited by this idea, and when I consider what that means, I predict I’m about to get fucked from behind by my favorite monster, just the way I like it.
I crawl into the stall without hesitation and Hordan groans in absolute approval as he closes the low bar behind my thighs and locks it in place before lowering the second restraint bar from above.
He tests my comfort, and then my security, making minor adjustments until he’s sure I’m happy and completely boxed in with my legs stationed as wide as they’ll go.
The anticipation is torture — made more so by Hordan’s intentional edging with every strategically placed lick, nip, stroke, or clit flick.
“Please. Please Sir. Please fuck me.”
“Mahz-uhrr,” he says, as if correcting me. He moves next to the stall and taps his broad, muscular chest. “Mahz-uhrr.”
He strokes my chin. “Spraah.”
“Mahz-uhrr and Spraah,” I repeat, and he grins so brightly it lights up the whole room.
And as if pleasing him to that point wasn’t enough reward for me, he reaches under me from behind and drags his clawed fingertips from my throat, down between my breast, down my belly, and then he swirls slow little circles around my slippery clit until I’m so twitchy with need I could scream.
Which is of course the moment he stops.
I whine and buck in my stall, completely helpless and at his mercy.
“Mahz-uhrr. Please,” I beg. “Fuck me. Fuck Spraah.”
Hordan’s hands tremble a little as he flick the switch on the whirring milk-pumping machine, but he then steadies to focus on attaching the suction cups to my very full breasts.
He brushes one sensitive nipple, and I nearly come. My pussy quivers in almost-flight, but I’m so empty and the angle for the hippest makes it hard to get friction in the place I want it most.
“Mahz-uhrr.”
“Ezgar, spraah. Ezgar. Mahz-uhrr bre shan.”
He grips my ass tightly in one hand and applies a cup to my breast. The suction tugs my nipple inside hard and deep, and I gasp at the sharp tug that then eases into a steady, chugging pull.
It’s a different kind of good than his mouth delivers, and I’m just making my mind up about it when he gets the other one attached, and I start to feel a whole new level of needy.
“Fuck.”
The suction is so strong and consistent, and when the letdown hits, and my milk visibly sprays into the milking cups and travels through the clear tubing turning it white, I’m practically bucking in my stall.
I’m literally gushing with desire for his cock. I can feel my slick dripping down my legs — and not in a dainty trickle — it’s flowing.
Hordan moves in behind me and thrusts the whole stall and me in it, upward. He locks it in place right below the level of his cock, leans forward to place the sweetest kiss to the base of my spine, and then he gives me what the fuck I want.
His enormous fucking cock slams into me without ceremony or resistance. I’m so wet and thoroughly broken in for my monster, and he’s just made it deliriously clear that he can now fuck me anytime he wants. If I’ll have him.
And oh my God, will I have him.
He thrusts into my depths, hitting all the best places. There’s no escaping the pleasure. Trapped, stretched, and packed full of cock, there’s no option but to do as he wills. And I wouldn’t have it any other way, because his will is mine too.
“Kung fo may, spraah,” he commands. “Kung.”
I come for him immediately. Shattering around his cock in wave after wave of spasms so powerful I nearly lose my mind when he keeps fucking me through their tight grasp on his cock.
He roars and thrusts and spurts so much cum into my cunt it squelches out in obscene amounts each time he drives his cock into me again. He seed splatter all over the floor, mixing with my own cum that squirts from me in bursts with each firm shove from behind.
Primed and edged to perfection, I’m made to feel the results. I can’t stop coming. My whole body is so alive with pleasure, I can’t remember a thing about the world except Hordan.
He starts to ground me in my body, forcing me to feel just how good life can be, but part of me is still trying to fight it.
My mind starts separating out each sensation into body parts, to try and manage it in smaller pieces, but even as I focus on my nipples tingling and tweaking between pleasure and pain, it feels too much. Too good.
I thrash as best I can to shift the wild energy around my body, and Hordan floods me with a sense of calm.
“Surrmahd,” he croons, and even though the word is unfamiliar, my body understands the command. My muscles relax, and I submit fully to my monster, trusting him with my pleasure, so I can surrender to it fully.
Hordan guides and delivers me through long, luxurious moments of pure bliss until the intensity subsides. He detaches my limp body from the machine, pulls me into his arms with nothing but praise, and carries me with him into a vast warm pool, where he gently washes me in beautiful serenity.
I gaze up at him with a sleepy smile. “I hope you’ll keep me forever.”
Hordan presses his forehead to mine and shows him sitting on his throne with me curled in his lap, and both of us gray and old.