CHAPTER 8
SYLVUS
Andromeda’s hunger eventually overcomes her mischief, so we take a trip down to the kitchen. I put on a pot of tea and gather an abundance of food in a silk bag, then carefully carry it all back up to the surface.
I weave us a picnic blanket, and we sit together, drinking tea in the peaceful sunshine.
At first, just the taste of food is enough to sate her, so Andromeda savors each bite.
“Show me how to peel that,” she says, grabbing one of the large, round fruits.
“No.” I pluck it out of her grasp, passing it to one of my legs to make quick work of it.
“Why not?”
“Because I’ll always be here to peel it for you.”
“You don’t mean that literally—”
I grab her chin and place a wedge of fruit on her tongue. “I do. I take my responsibilities as your owner very seriously.”
She bites down, flooding her mouth with sweet juice. “You don’t… own me…” Her protest is unconvincing.
I lean down next to her ear and purr, “Don’t I?”
Her violent shiver leaves her unable to retort.
I smirk.
She pouts.
I hold another piece of fruit out to her, and she clamps her mouth shut.
I brandish a strand of silk at her. “Do you want to lose limb privileges again?”
Andromeda recoils, blushing. “No…” She approaches the fruit, but then there’s a little spark of mischief in her eyes. She leans further forward than she needs to, sucking at my finger as she pulls the fruit away.
I keep my humanoid torso impassive, but one of my feet taps rhythmically against the ground, a tell of my arousal.
Andromeda clocks it and grins.
I make a game of shoving fruit into her face faster than she can eat it.
She laughs and wriggles and chews as juice flows down her chin, staining the silk wrapping her already-swelling breasts.
When I tire of that game, I lick her clean.
Her hunger gradually accelerates.
As she thirsts, she eyes my pedipalps.
The moment before she pounces, I grab her head, holding her in place.
“Hey!”
I grab a glass and extend a pedipalp over it, stroking the length with my toe pads. With a shiver of pleasure, I fill the glass and hand it to her.
“Not fair,” she pouts. “I wanna do it.”
“Then behave.”
Desires war behind Andromeda’s eyes—the glee of mischief against the bliss of submission.
Her mind slowly chooses submission, and her gaze softens as she puts the glass to her lips, drinking deeply.
Every bob of her throat makes me pulse with desire.
When the cup is empty, I fill it again. Once her thirst is quenched, she returns to her frantic eating.
Her breasts swell steadily, and she lets out little sighs with every movement.
On the verge of surrendering totally to her need, Andromeda forces herself to slow.
By the stars, it’s cute to watch her muster her focus.
She rubs her swollen breast, which has long since grown free of the compression sleeve I wove for her earlier.
“Will it always happen this fast?” she asks, whimpering quietly.
I lower the seed in my hand back to the bowl. “I can adjust your diet. You’re a naturally high producer, so we can slow down your feeding and—”
“I want it to,” she gasps. “I want to be this full every day. I want to need you.” Her eyes shine at me, pleading.
“Oh, my sweet little cow…” I pull her back against my chest and she sighs, melting into me.
Her little trick with the slope earlier inspires me, and I gently move her to sit above me on the rise, facing away, so her head is at the level of my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her from behind, massaging her breasts with one hand and holding a piece of fruit to her mouth with the other.
Andromeda moans and snuggles back into me, licking and sucking my fingers as she eats.
My pedipalps knead her flesh, slowly working their way around to her front. They’re long enough to wrap all the way around, teasing at her mound.
She whimpers, leaking milk, and spreads her legs wider.
Fuck, the things she does to me…
My pedipalps quiver, sliding over her sumptuous curves to her silken core.
“Yes,” she murmurs. “Please…”
I shudder as I slide a pedipalp inside.
Her back arches into me, mouth falling open as she moans.
She’s beyond eating now, so I sink both hands into the plushness of her breasts.
My palp works through her, and soon her moans of pleasure turn needy again.
The sound goes straight to my glands, and I rub my underbelly against the ground, leaking semen.
My second pedipalp rubs around her entrance. “Fuck, I need them both inside you…”
“Please!”
Heat jolts through me and my second cock plunges in alongside the first, stretching her sweet little cunt.
Her eyes roll back. “Oh, god…”
My mouth waters, and my venom glands tingle. I drop my lips to her neck, brushing along her soft skin.
Like she said, it’s only a matter of time…
And the way this is going, I might not last until she begs.
ANDROMEDA
I’ve never been so full.
My breasts ache and tingle under Sylvus’s steady massage, and every jolt of pleasure heats my core.
And his cocks inside me…
Holy fuck.
I’ve never been this stretched. Even just one of his cocks is almost as thick as my arm, and the two together—
Transcendent.
I think the only reason it’s even possible for them to fit is the transformation. I knew it would make my breasts far more elastic, but I hadn’t considered it might do the same for my cunt.
And goddamn, it feels good.
My brain is melting out of my ears. I wail and moan and shake with incomprehensible pleasure. Sylvus’s vibrations send bliss rippling from my center.
He fucks me hard, yet somehow hits every spot perfectly.
I love his mouth on my skin. His tongue slides along my neck and shoulder, caressing my ear. His lips press against my jaw, brush my cheek. He sucks and nibbles, but nothing like that first bite.
I crave it more with every passing moment.
Something deep in my core knows it makes me his. Knows that what’s permanent isn’t just the hucow transformation.
My breasts ache and leak as I tremble, but I don’t want him to drain me yet. Every quiver sends pleasure zinging from my nipples down my spine. Every time another gush of hot milk slides down my skin, my arousal redoubles.
I love being this full for him, this full of him. Every bite he feeds me, knowing it will become milk, knowing it will become this…
Pre-orgasmic pleasure ripples through me, and I gasp.
My core tightens around his relentless cocks, and the edge is close.
I reach out, struggling to form words. “Your legs…”
Sylvus offers me one of his front legs. I pull it to my stomach, pressing it to my soft flesh. The prick of his sharp claws drives my pleasure up another notch.
“Touch me,” I beg. “Please…”
Sylvus’s breath shudders behind me, and his teeth graze my neck. His three other forepaws find my skin, tapping and kneading.
I slide my hands along them, tangling my fingers in tufts of soft fur.
His sigh tightens toward a whimper, and I realize how much this means to him.
I guess he’s not used to girls pawing eagerly at the arachnid parts of his anatomy.
He swaps the hands at my breasts for paws, then slides his palms along my face and neck.
I unravel.
His rough, hungry touch is everything. I can’t get enough. Two cocks, two hands, four paws, smooth chitin, silky fur, his mouth sucking at my neck…
My cunt and breasts ache with fullness, and every throbbing heartbeat takes me closer to release.
But I can’t give in. Not yet.
There’s one more thing I need.
“Sylvus…”
“Yes, little cow?”
As I go to speak again, he pinches my nipples and tugs, sending milk pouring out.
“H-holy shit!”
“Go ahead, sweetling. Tell me what you want.” His voice is breathy, rough with hunger.
I try again, but my voice dissolves into a moan as he tugs at my breasts.
“Not… fair…”
Leverage—to win our little game, I need leverage.
I find his palm sliding across my neck and sink his fingers deep into my mouth, taking them all the way to the back of my throat.
I suck, and his breath shakes. His pedipalps throb as his fluid overfills my cunt.
I teeter on the edge.
This is my last chance.
I pull his hand out of my mouth, drool stringing between his fingers and my lips.
“Bite me, Sylvus!”
His possessive growl surges next to my ear, his claws tighten in my flesh, and his fangs sink into my skin.
The sensation is electric.
A cord of pleasure goes taut between his fangs, my breasts, and my clit, vibrating in escalating waves.
He moans against my skin as pulse after pulse of venom flows into me.
I don’t cum so much as I… ascend.
The thrusting of Sylvus’s cocks pushes me over the edge, and mind-melting pleasure slowly spreads from that immaculate stretch.
“Sylvus, oh god, oh—”
Milk pours down my chest as Sylvus’s cocks thrust harder, melting my brain. Wave after wave of ecstasy grips me as heat pounds through my veins.
His venom sears his name, his soul into every cell of my body.
My heavy breathing gradually slows as my body relaxes, sinking into a warm, tingling pool.
Sylvus trembles and stills. His hot breath washes over my skin as he gently slides his fangs out, lapping at my skin until the bleeding stops.
This time, when he turns me around, he uses his paws and his hands, not his silk. I moan happily at the touch.
His hand slides behind my head, supporting it as he gently lays me back against the wildflowers.
He settles between my legs, and the pressure of his stomach against my cunt soothes me, drawing out my lingering pleasure.
Sylvus’s tongue finds my nipple, and this time, every sensation is soothing warmth.
My shaking hands settle over his neck and shoulders, and he gives a quiet moan, nuzzling into my breast.
I float in bliss, petting Sylvus’s hair. It’s so much softer than I expected—just as soft as his fur.
When he’s had his fill, he rests against my stomach.
“Sylvus?”
“Yes, Andromeda?”
“I hate to say it, but… I love you.”
He laughs and nuzzles into me, gripping my soft hip with his hand. “I love this…” A paw kneads at my thigh. “I love this…” He slides his cheek along my breast. “I love this…”
“And?” I fail to hide my smile.
He chuckles as his kiss softly brushes my lips. “And I love you.”