CHAPTER 6 #2
My cock drips and throbs.
If Nova were the only variable in the equation, I’m sure I could keep her in this state for quite a while.
But between the waves of pleasure rippling from her consciousness and her intoxicating surrender, I won’t last much longer without losing control.
I’ve already pushed enough boundaries for one day.
“Remember, Nova. Don’t you dare cum.”
She whimpers.
I crouch slightly, pressing my mouth to her breast.
That hot, creamy milk bursts across my tongue. I suck hard, instantly craving more. Every cell, every neuron screams at me that I need as much of that incredible flavor as possible.
Nova cries out, gasping at the overwhelming sensation. Heat blazes through her body, more than enough to tip her over the edge, but my venom denies her release. Yet she has her goal firmly in her grasp, and her cries even out to moans as she relaxes into the intensity.
Normally, I would recommend a gentler first milking. But it’s a race against the clock with Nova—if my venom wears off before her breasts are empty, and she climaxes too early, it will be abject torture.
It’s not hard to convince my body to suck her down hard and fast. I hardly catch my breath as I switch breasts, treated to another thick surge as I release the worst of the pressure.
My abdomen swells with every swallow, filling with her heat. It feels incredible, and the taste is so overwhelming, I hardly notice the dripping of my cock and stinger.
Nova does her best to cling to that peaceful place, but every tug of suction on her nipples sends her closer and closer to mad desperation.
Her determination is magnificent. She makes it almost all the way through the milking before she breaks, begging to cum, moaning incoherently.
I bury my face and hands in each breast, diligent and complete in my efforts to ensure she’s totally drained.
In the nick of time, too. My last gulp of milk sends pre-orgasmic pleasure spiking through her, and Nova shakes, crying out.
I pull back, leaving her trembling and begging for sensation. “Please, please, I need to cum…”
The growth of her hips has broken most of the silk supporting her there, leaving her totally exposed. Slick arousal drips from her cunt, running down between her thighs.
Taking care to consult my lessons on human anatomy, I apply two fingers to either side of her mound, just low enough to stimulate her outer labia.
I massage gently, and I’m rewarded with a gush of fluid from Nova’s cunt as she whimpers desperately.
“P-please—Oh god…”
I shudder with sympathetic pleasure and press my forehead against hers, still working circles over her mound.
“You make me feel so wicked, Nova. You want such perverse things…”
She moans, trying desperately to wriggle, able to move more of her body as my venom slowly wears off.
“You should have told me,” I purr in her ear. “I can’t promise I’ll cure your pain… but I can promise… every time you hurt, you hurt for me.”
The words send the most delicious heat through her body, and Nova cries out, quivering on the edge of release.
My fingers slide lower, and her breath catches.
“I don’t only want to cause you pain,” I whisper. “I also want to bring you great pleasure.”
Her breath quickens, eyes rolling back.
“Like… now, for instance.” I slip a finger between Nova’s folds into her slick, ready cunt, finding the bead of her clit with a firm, gentle massage.
Nova lets out the sweetest cry yet.
Her body goes stiff as tension coils, muscles finally able to contract now that the venom has nearly worn off. The change in stimulation will have pushed her back from the edge—but only for a moment.
Every heave of her breath in her lungs sends my own arousal spiraling higher.
Still, she manages to keep hold of her purpose. “I—I’m going to—You didn’t say—”
I lean over her ear. “Cum for me, Nova.”
A scream blossoms from her lungs as she soaks my hand with her first wave of pleasure. I find her breast with my other hand, kneading as I work her clit, keeping my movements steady.
Her cunt pulses rhythmically under my fingers, and she moans with every exhale, leaning her forehead against my neck, sobbing as all the tension and desperation drain out of her.
Cell by cell, her muscles go slack again, until she hangs limp in the silk and the full weight of her head rests on my shoulder.
I should be focused on her, but my arousal finally proves irresistible. I let my flexible abdomen bend under and forward, as it’s been trying to do this whole time, fully exposing my cock and stinger.
Careful to keep my torso still so that Nova can still rest on me, I loop a hand around each organ and stroke.
It’s only a moment before release ripples through me, my cock fountaining onto the floor and my stinger yielding two more eggs before releasing a surge of venom.
The climax only barely takes the edge off, but it’s already shameful enough for a doctor, so it will have to do.
I scoop Nova into my arms, easing her weight onto my chest before using my crescent-shaped claws to saw at the silk threads, cutting them away.
Nova nuzzles into my neck. “Everything feels… so good… It doesn’t hurt… anymore…”
I press my hand against the back of Nova’s neck. “Rest well, sweet Nova. You’ll need it.”
She sighs, and her consciousness goes soft and diffuse as sleep finds her.
I wish I could find relief in this moment of peace.
But I have a feeling that when the come-down hits, she won’t be thanking me.