EPILOGUE #2
“They cloned the mold?!”
His mischievous grin widens, showing his fangs. “No, no. This is real, bona fide Earth cheese.”
My eyes widen. “No way. No way. How?!”
He shrugs. “Cheese is meant to keep.”
“No, I mean… Wh… This is… priceless.”
“So are you. And this is only the appetizer.”
“What else could possibly top this?!”
He smirks. “I bet you a day without orgasms it tops this.”
I scoff. “Easy. Deal.”
One of Sylvus’s legs moves forward from behind him.
And when I see what’s in it, I press my hand over my mouth, eyes welling with tears.
It’s my little plush dragon, looking exactly the way it did the day the ICSS took it away: chubby and cute in purple minky fabric, with big green eyes and iridescent wings and horns.
He places it into my shaking hands.
There, on the tag, are my initials in blurry permanent marker.
Emotion overwhelms me.
Sylvus steps around the table and wraps me in his warmth. I hug the little dragon to my chest as I lean into him.
“It’s so silly,” I murmur, tears running down my cheeks. “Why do I care so much about a couple pieces of fabric?”
“You’re allowed to be silly,” Sylvus breathes over me. “You’re allowed to be anything.”
I wrap him in a crushing hug, trying not to cry.
He rubs my back, and when I sniffle, he chuckles softly. “You can cry.”
“I know. But I don’t want to. I want to eat priceless cheese.”
He snuggles his cheek against my head, then leans back and grips my cheek, shaking it gently. “Alright, then. Pull yourself together, Andromeda. You’re on a date.”
The little plush dragon sits on the table next to me as we enjoy the cheese and fruit. Sylvus also produces a bottle of wine, because of course he does. Classical music plays over the TV’s speaker.
The familiar flavors heal a deep part of me, though I have to say this wine is much better than the cheap shit my friends and I snuck in high school.
I adjust my dress as the fatty cheese goes straight to my breasts, and Sylvus looks on hungrily.
We keep up the charade, chatting.
I let a slice of strawberry melt on my tongue—he brought back a cloned plant a couple months back, and we’ve been carefully cultivating them.
Sylvus has invited me into more and more of his life, and he now takes me regularly to the greenhouse made of translucent silk up on the top of the plateau, not far from my meadow.
That explained his steady and diverse supply of fruits and seeds.
I lick my fingers. “So, am I going to see reports of a daring museum heist on the news?”
His grin turns wicked. “You don’t watch the news.”
“How many inter-planetary crime forces are hunting for you now?”
“The same amount as always.”
“So… all of them?”
He tips his chin up with pride. “Yes.”
“Should I worry about that?”
“Not in the slightest.” He takes a sip of wine.
“And… why is that?”
“I have threads around the necks of all the key players. Blackmail can be so very effective.”
I laugh, savoring another slice of cheese. “I love you.”
His leg reaches up and brushes my cheek. “I love you, too. And I have one more treat.”
“Another?! You spoil me.”
“That’s the point. Since you’ve adapted so well to this life, my colleagues and I have been rethinking some of the applications we reject. We usually only allow candidates that are overtly submissive to ensure they’ll be happy in their new life. But that may be unnecessarily narrow.”
“You think you could broaden the income stream?”
A smirk tugs at the corner of Sylvus’s mouth. “Why would you flatten my work into such cold terms? This is about creating more opportunities for happiness.”
“Uh huh. Where do I come in?”
“I want you to meet some of the candidates. Share your experience. Answer their questions. Help us decide if they’re a good fit after all.”
“You’d trust me with that?”
“Of course I would. You’re brilliant, Andromeda. If you weren’t…” He leans over, caressing my cheek. “…I wouldn’t enjoy it so much when I reduce you into a begging, desperate mess.”
Warmth blooms through my brain, and my breath catches. I tug at the front of my dress, where my breasts hang heavier and heavier. “I could go for some of that soon…”
“Think about it. Tell me if you want to try. There are always applicants.”
“I do.” I nod firmly. “I do want to try. It’s been really nice to be aimless, but… I could use a little aim. And I want to stay sharp. If only so I can keep you on your toes.”
He smiles. “Alright. When do you want to start?”
“Tomorrow?”
Sylvus laughs. “Greedy as ever. Don’t get too excited. If you work too hard, I’ll drag you back to bed.”
I smile, reaching across the table to take his hand.
“I’m counting on it. I’m sure I—Oh…” Tingling warmth spreads through my swollen breasts.
The silk strains as they grow another measure, and wet spots spread from my nipples.
I can no longer ignore how that tingling drips down to my cunt. “Fuck, that cheese is good…”
Sylvus leans closer, licking his fangs hungrily. He brushes his thumbs over my hardened nipples, and pleasure bursts from his touch. Milk pours out, soaking the front of my dress.
“O-oh, fuck…” I tremble and moan, cunt going slick and ready.
His wicked laugh drips down my spine. “You fall apart so easily for me…”
“It’s not my fault,” I whine, eyes rolling back as another throb of growth goes through my breasts. “It’s hard to… keep it together when… I get so full…”
Sylvus’s claws strip my dress away. “Let me help you with that, little cow.”
The pet name sends me tumbling into that hazy, blissful space so quickly now.
His mouth has hardly closed around my nipple and I’m already cumming. It’ll continue like that—orgasm after orgasm until I’m finally drained.
Heat pours from my neglected breast, pooling in my lap.
My hands curl into Sylvus’s hair, tugging hard as pleasure overwhelms me.
He moans, sucking harder.
It took him a while to convince me that he likes that. When I paw, scratch, tug, writhe. But once the cat was out of the bag, so to speak, there’s been no going back.
We’ve also explored my limits. He drags sharp claws down my back and hips, just hard enough for blood to bead on my skin.
My body has taken well to the transformation, and minor injuries like that heal within minutes.
It also means Sylvus can pound and stretch me relentlessly with no lasting injury, which we’ve taken great advantage of.
With an especially hard drag of his claws down my thighs, the pain drives me over the edge, and I climax again, screaming.
Sylvus hungrily switches to my other breast, chasing the stronger stream.
I never thought my life could hold so much.
So much sensation.
So much pleasure.
So much love.
Sylvus stretches me in every way.
“Please, I need you inside of me… Sylvus…”
He surges over me, bands of silk pulling me into place as his cocks plunge into my cunt and ass.
I throw my head back into the waiting hammock, mind melting from the pleasure. Paws knead and grab and scratch all along my body, sending me to higher and higher planes of ecstasy.
Sylvus feeds from me as he fucks me, pumping me full of heat as my milk pours down his throat.
And it’s perfect. It’s bliss. It’s everything.
Deep contentment blossoms at my core.
My nails dig into Sylvus’s neck, and his moan around my nipple sends me shaking.
If someone told me a year ago I’d be owned, I would’ve slapped them. But now, I embrace the word with every jingle of the bell around my neck.
No one else could have done it.
No one else could have given me this gift.
Only Sylvus.
Every time his fingers and paws dig into my flesh, he says, mine, mine, mine.
And every time I tremble, muscles going lax under his touch, body surrendering, I say, yours, yours, yours.
Yours, forevermore.
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