EPILOGUE
ANDROMEDA
Three months later
The sun above is warm and golden. I loll and laze on the wildflowers, rubbing my body against all the softness.
Hmm… I want another piece of fruit.
I root around the flowers with my nose and mouth, unable to use my hands.
Cozy silk mitts wrap my fingers, rendering them useless.
Similar silk pads wrap my elbows and knees as I clamber around, and a compressive silk wrap supports my breasts.
I still wear my collar, and other than that, I’m totally naked.
Sylvus decided I was eating too quickly, straining my breasts. So, he’s made it harder for me. When he proposed this little game, saying other hucows often enjoy it, I was quite sassy when I snapped at him that I’m not like other hucows.
He proved me wrong. I’m increasingly okay with that.
I could stand, I suppose, but… why would I? It’s so much effort. My breasts get so heavy.
The soft, fragrant wildflowers brush my cheeks as I snuffle around until my lips meet an already-peeled fruit wedge.
I eagerly close my mouth around it, rolling onto my back to chew, humming happily as the juices run down my throat.
Cheshire, my purple-striped space cat, bumps her soft head against my hip in an affectionate greeting. She climbs onto my stomach and kneads into my soft flesh, purring.
She keeps me company when Sylvus is working.
Sometimes, Cheshire and I sit together in the little workshop he’s made for me.
There, I tinker with various bits and bobs, and Cheshire naps in my lap or chases shadows.
Tinkering is the only skill from a past life that’s stuck with me.
It’s nice to do it for its own sake. I fixed up Dummy, and it’s now like my mobile toolbox when I’m in the workshop.
I still couldn’t make it any smarter, though.
Occasionally, Sylvus leaves for a day or two when his work strictly necessitates it. He frets over me like a diva leaving her precious little dog behind, making sure I have months’ worth of food and activities when he’ll only be gone overnight.
Most days, Sylvus only needs a few hours to work without me distracting him. Usually, I spend those hours here in my meadow, lazing in the sun.
The other thing that keeps me company when Sylvus is working?
The massive butt plug that shakes with inner beads when I move, tipped with a long tufted tail.
As I lie on my back, I wiggle lazily, moaning at the stretch.
My thighs rub together, seeking friction for my neglected cunt.
Sylvus doesn’t like it when I use my hands. When I do that, I lose pasture privileges. I don’t like that. So, I behave.
I could find something to go hump. A rock, a stray band of silk.
When I hump things… Sylvus does punish me, but he picks the punishments he knows I love. Edging me for hours. Skipping a milking, leaving me full and aching. Slapping my ass until it’s red and raw.
So, I know he likes it when I hump things. Likes the idea of me being too horny to handle it.
I like it too.
But his absolute favorite… is when I’m very, very good. When he comes back to find me after work and I’m dripping and needy and desperate.
Slick spreads between my thighs as I rub them together. Today’s going to be one of those days.
I fantasize about Sylvus fucking me. Over the past six months, he’s gotten even better at it. He comes up with increasingly creative and effective ways to torment me, then to get me off.
I thought I’d be bored living a peaceful life like this.
There’s no boredom with Sylvus. I’ve branched out from Earth artifacts, asking him to show me his favorite customs, creatures, and crimes from every planet in the ICSS and beyond.
He’s secretly a total nerd.
I fucking love it.
Listening to him talk for hours… Even when I can’t focus on the words, I love the sound. I’ve asked him to tell me stories in his native tongue. I don’t know what he’s saying, but I know what it means. How it makes him feel.
I roll over onto my stomach, sending Cheshire jumping over to the flowers.
My weight settles on my oversensitive nipples, and my breasts have filled enough that the pressure makes me moan.
I let the ground hold the weight, bracing on my elbows as I drag my bound tits along the flowers.
Even with the silk in the way, my nipples are so hard they catch on the petals.
Electric pleasure zips through them, warming my spine.
My hips thrust in the air, inner muscles clenching.
Fuck, it feels good.
Slick pours down between my thighs, and I moan louder.
I continue that for a while, getting dizzier and dizzier.
Heat coalesces at my core, and I realize I have a problem.
Despite my very best efforts to behave, I’m about to cum.
“Sylvus! Sylvus!”
His silk conducts my yell to him, wherever he is in the cave.
I flip over onto my back, chest heaving. Fuck, I’m so close…
It feels like an eternity waiting for him, but he’s assured me it’s never taken him more than sixty seconds to be at my side.
The sky darkens, and there he is, standing over me.
“Andromeda? What is it?”
My eyes shine up at him as I struggle to form words. “I’m about to cum,” I gasp. “I can’t stop.”
His concern ignites, becoming hunger. He descends upon me.
“Oh, my sweet little cow… you’re so good for me…”
I whimper, right on the edge.
His breath washes over my lips.
“Cum for me,” he commands.
My eyes roll back as, even untouched, my body obeys.
Desperation shakes in my lungs, fearing that a ruined orgasm is my punishment. But then his lips close over mine and his fingers plunge into my cunt.
I scream in pleasure against him, shaking as my muscles grip his fingers. He hooks into my inner spot just how I like, and the orgasm wipes my mind totally blank. Each clench around that massive tail plug is divine.
I float back down to rest on the velvet-soft petals, body tingling with bliss.
Sylvus brushes my hair back from my face, then licks my wetness off his fingers.
“Sorry if you were doing something important,” I murmur.
“I’m never doing anything more important than taking care of you.”
I half-hide behind my mitts. “I was trying to be good… I didn’t rub on anything…”
“I know, sweetling. You were perfect. That’s exactly what I want you to do. When you call out for me, I…” His voice shakes. “Well, you know what you do to me.”
I perk, mustering my energy. “You’ll fuck me now?”
He chuckles, kissing my forehead. “I’ll fuck you soon. I know how much you love it when I lose control. You’ve earned a reward.”
I bite my lip, squirming happily. “Okay.”
“I have another surprise for you.”
Happiness flutters in my chest. “Another surprise?”
“Mhm. But we’ll need to take you in and give you a bath first.”
“Hm…”
His fingers brush through my hair. “Do you want to take a bath as my little cow, or as Andromeda?”
I let the question filter through my hazy mind, then I roll over and bump my cheek against his stomach. “Your little cow…”
Sylvus smiles down at me with gentle affection. He loves doting on me like this. And I love the attention.
He scoops me up and wraps me in silk, binding me in that stretchy compression cocoon that makes my mind stay soft.
There’s nothing to think or worry about. Cheshire will laze in the sun and hunt local pests until either Sylvus goes to get her or she meows hungrily at the cave’s entrance to fetch him. Everything is taken care of.
My eyes flutter shut as Sylvus carries me down to the bathing room.
Tiers of hydrophobic silk form a waterfall of steaming mineral water from a hot spring. Apparently, that spring was the reason Sylvus chose this cave over another.
He strips the silk from me, carefully setting my bell aside, then lowers me into the water.
I moan happily at the penetrating heat. My limbs float limp in the water, and I relax as Sylvus diligently scrubs me down with floral soap, then massages conditioner into my hair.
When I’ve agreed to be his little cow, if I try to reach for anything or use my hands, he quickly slaps and reprimands me.
Some days I crave that, and I misbehave so he’ll put me in line.
Today, I’m in an obedient mood.
Sylvus lifts me out of the water and towels me off, squeezing my hair with a special towel that quickly dries it.
“Alright, Andromeda. It’s time for you to come back to me.”
He sets me upright on a firm band of silk. The haze drains out of my head, and I lift my hands and rub my eyes. I stretch, feeling refreshed.
“How was your day?” he asks.
“Hmm… good.”
“Ready for your surprise?”
“Uh, obviously.”
“You need to get dressed.” Mirth glints in his eyes.
I tilt my head at him. “I literally don’t have any clothes.”
“Ah, of course. Well, since we have to improvise…”
He suddenly lifts me and turns me upside-down, and I yelp as he twists me around in his legs.
I laugh. “Sylvus!”
He sets me down on my feet, offering a hand to steady me through my dizziness. He tugs a band of silk and the floor-length mirror suspended near the bath turns toward me.
“Aren’t you gorgeous,” he breathes over my neck.
A silk body-con dress wraps my curves, hugging every roll of my stomach and swell of my breasts and hips. The crossover top props my breasts into cleavage, which frames the silver bell on my throat.
He pulls up my curls, which are a good deal longer than when I arrived, into an elegant half-do, fastened with a silk tie.
Warmth blooms in my chest. “What’s this about?”
“It’s part of the surprise.” Sylvus leans down and scoops me into a bridal carry.
I cling to him, and he carries me to the kitchen.
Wavering light fills the room. A lit candle sits on the table, casting out a floral fragrance. Petals surround it.
“Sylvus,” I laugh, “what is this?”
“A date.”
“Why?”
“I felt like it.”
He sets me in the hammock by the table, and I lean over the surface of the silk, toying with a loose petal.
Sylvus positions himself across from me, then sets a wooden board between us. White and yellow wedges intersperse the sliced fruit.
My eyes widen with delight. “Is that cheese?!”
“Mhm.”