Two
The milking machine continued its steady rhythm, pulling wave after wave of warm milk from Tara’s swollen breasts. Each pull sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her body, but it wasn’t nearly enough. Her pussy throbbed with empty need, slick and aching.
Varkor’s amber eyes never left her. The tall Zenthari engineer watched every gasp, every shiver, with clear hunger.
“You’re still hurting,” he said, voice low. “The machine can only do so much for a hucow in full heat.”
Tara nodded frantically, hips shifting restlessly on the bench. “Please… I need more. Touch me.”
A deep rumble vibrated in his chest. With one large hand, he reached down and gently cupped the underside of her right breast, just below where the suction cup was working. His thumb brushed across her sensitive skin, smearing a bead of milk.
“So full,” he murmured, almost reverently. “So perfect.”
He leaned down and pressed his mouth to the side of her breast, just above the machine’s cup. His tongue dragged slowly over her skin, tasting the milk that had escaped. Tara moaned loudly at the contact.
Varkor growled in approval. “Sweet. So much sweeter than I imagined.”
Emboldened, he slid one big hand down her stomach and between her thighs. Tara spread her legs wider without thinking. His thick fingers found her soaked folds and stroked her slowly, teasing her entrance.
“You’re dripping,” he said against her breast. “Your body is begging to be bred.”
Tara whimpered. “Yes… I need it. I need you inside me.”
Varkor straightened, amber eyes glowing brighter. With a few quick commands, he adjusted the milking machine, increasing the suction just enough to make her cry out in pleasure. Then he stripped off his uniform top, revealing a powerfully muscled chest and abdomen.
Tara’s mouth watered at the sight.
He pushed his pants down and freed his cock.
Tara’s eyes widened. It was enormous — easily twelve inches long and incredibly thick, with prominent ridges along the shaft and a flared head that already glistened with precum.
At the base, a thick knot was beginning to swell.
The sheer size of it made her stomach flutter with a mix of nerves and raw desire.
He was so much bigger than any human man she had ever seen.
Varkor stroked his massive cock slowly, watching her reaction. “You like the size, don’t you?” he said, voice rough. “A tiny human hucow stretched around a Zenthari cock.”
Tara bit her lip and nodded, unable to look away from the intimidating length. The contrast between his huge alien body and her much smaller, curvier frame made her even wetter.
He positioned himself between her spread thighs. “I will be gentle at first.”
Tara shook her head. “Don’t be too gentle. I need you.”
That was all the permission he needed.
Varkor lined up the thick head of his cock and pushed inside her. Tara gasped sharply as her pussy stretched wide around his massive girth. The size difference was overwhelming — she felt so small beneath him, completely filled and claimed as he sank deeper inch by inch.
“Fuck—!” she gasped. “You’re so big… I can feel every ridge.”
“You’re taking me so well,” he growled, starting to thrust. “Such a good little hucow, stretching for my cock.”
He fucked her steadily, one hand holding her hip while the other alternated between her milk-heavy breasts.
Milk continued to spray into the machine’s cups as he drove into her.
The wet sounds of sex filled the engineering bay — the rhythmic suction of the machine, the slick slide of his huge cock, and Tara’s shameless moans.
Varkor leaned down, capturing one leaking nipple in his mouth the moment he pulled the suction cup away for a moment. He drank from her directly while pounding into her harder. Tara’s second orgasm hit even stronger than the first, her walls clenching tightly around his thick shaft.
He kept going, switching between her breasts, drinking her milk while fucking her deeper. The pleasure was relentless.
“More,” Tara begged, voice breaking. “Please, Varkor… I need you to breed me.”
His amber eyes flashed with primal satisfaction.
He straightened up, gripped both her hips with his much larger hands, and started fucking her with purpose — hard, deep strokes that made her heavy breasts bounce with every thrust. The size difference made every movement more intense; she felt tiny and helpless beneath his powerful body in the best possible way.
Tara came again, crying out as her body shook.
Only then did Varkor let himself go. With a deep, guttural roar that echoed through the engineering bay, he buried himself to the hilt inside her.
Tara’s eyes widened as she felt his massive cock swell even thicker, stretching her pussy to its absolute limit.
The intense stretch burned so good — her walls were forced wide around his enormous girth, every ridge and vein dragging against her most sensitive spots.
Thick, hot pulses of alien seed began flooding her womb.
The first powerful spurt was so voluminous it made her belly slightly bulge.
Then another, and another — long, heavy jets of cum that just kept coming.
He pumped her full with copious amounts of thick, hot seed, far more than any human man could ever produce.
Each massive pulse made her feel even more stretched and claimed as her womb was flooded beyond capacity. Excess cum started leaking out around his thick shaft, dripping down her thighs in messy rivulets.
The base of his cock swelled dramatically, forming a partial knot that locked them tightly together, ensuring not a single drop would escape easily.
Tara whimpered in pleasure at the feeling of being so completely claimed and bred by such a massive alien.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard, the milking machine forgotten on the floor. Varkor leaned down and kissed her deeply, tasting like her sweet milk.
“This is only the beginning,” he whispered against her lips. “Your heat is far from over… and I’m going to take care of every need you have.”