“What in the world? I’m not wearing those!” I exclaimed, when Sir showed me the two weird things he’d synthesized for me the next day.
“You must, little one, or you’ll never be ready for my cock,” he said patiently. “This is the next part of your Sex Pet training—you cannot refuse.”
“Watch me,” I said evenly.
I had slept badly the night before, because I kept having weird, sexy dreams where Sir finally made love to me and I got to have an orgasm. But when I woke up, I was still unfulfilled and throbbing with desire.
I attributed the dreams to the way Sir had teased me unmercifully the night before, staring with washing me in the tub as usual and then bringing me to bed with him. He lay beside me, turned on his side and pillowed my head on his muscular arm. Then he stroked me all over with his big, warm hand. He even leaned down and sucked my nipples, drawing them deep into his hot mouth and circling my aching points with his tongue.
He kept this up for what seemed like hours while down below, he was stroking my bare pussy and teasing my clit, while never letting me come.
Sir claimed that this below the belt massage was to keep the delicate skin of my pussy mound moisturized, now that he had removed all my “fur.” And, indeed, he started by rubbing a soothing pale pink cream into my mound. But soon enough his long fingers found their way into my slippery folds while he sucked and nipped at my nipples.
He seemed to have an absolute evil genius for knowing just when I was about to come. Because every time I was right on the edge, he would pull his fingers away and wait for me to cool down before beginning again.
“Sir, please!” I had begged, shifting restlessly on the bed after the fourth or fifth time he did this. “Please, I need to come.”
“I’m sorry, little one,” he’ said gravely, after letting my aching nipple slip from between his lips. “But I’m afraid you haven’t earned an orgasm yet.”
“What do I have to do to earn one?” I demanded desperately.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” he had murmured mysteriously.
And then he had rolled over and gone to sleep, leaving me throbbing with unfulfilled sexual need!
Of course, I had tried to take care of myself, but Sir had heard my stealthy movements and rolled over to glare at me in the dim blue gloom of his bedroom.
“Little one,” he’d said sternly. “If I catch you touching your soft little pussy or trying to have an orgasm before I allow it, I’m afraid I’ll have to give you a very stiff punishment.”
“Oh…all right,” I had muttered sulkily. “But you’d better give me a chance to ‘earn’ an orgasm soon—I’m going crazy over here!”
“I know you are,” Sir murmured, the left side of his sensual mouth quirking up in that maddening half-smile of his. “And I promise you’ll get a chance to start soon.”
And with that, we had gone to sleep—which in my case had been filled with spicy but unfulfilled dreams.
And now, after another breakfast of the bland nutritional gel cubes—which I was beginning to detest—he was holding out two strange looking metal objects to me that I didn’t like the look of one bit.
“You must wear them,” he said again. “Your soft little pussy and ass must be opened and expanded for when I finally take you.”
“But—” I began.
“Let me show you why these are necessary.”
Sir scooped me up and took me to the living area. He sat down on the couch, putting me beside him. Then he unfastened his trousers and pulled out the most enormous cock I had ever seen.
I had only caught glimpses of it up until now and the size of it, now that I was confronted with his massive equipment, took my breath away. It was the same dusky gray with an under-tint of purple, as the rest of his skin, only the purple was more pronounced here, shading quite dark around his heavy balls.
The balls themselves were studded all over with short, stiff hairs which Sir called “pleasure spines.” He explained that if he was taking me from behind, the spines would “sting” me when he drove into me and his balls slapped against my open pussy. This would cause intense pleasure every time they connected with my sensitive inner folds and clit.
But this wasn’t the only place he differed from a human man—his cock wasn’t shaped like a regular human one, either. Instead of being smooth, its shaft had raised ridges all around it, which Sir explained were for a female’s “internal stimulation,” which I assumed meant they were supposed to rub my G-spot. It also had a thick bulge in the middle, which I thought might be quite difficult to take.
The head of his cock was broad and flaring but it had a pointed crown. The point wasn’t rigid though—it gave when I tentatively touched it, as Sir invited me to do. He explained that it was especially for breeding. Much like the tip of his tail, it would find the mouth of my womb in order to shoot his seed directly into me.
Not that his would happen, though. Sir promised he could come in me without breeding me and making me pregnant, which he planned to do when he “sealed our bond.” But of course, before any of that could happen, I had to be open enough to take his monster of a cock inside me in the first place.
“And that’s where these come in,” Sir added, holding out the shiny silver metal things again. “They are expanders that will help you open up, little one.”
I bit my lip.
“But…I’m just not used to wearing anything inside me. And why do I have to have one in the back, too?”
“When I seal our bond, it’s very likely that my candalla will be taking your rear entrance as I fill your pussy with my cock,” he explained. “You must be ready to accept me in both ways.” He sighed when he saw the uncertain look on my face. “Look, I know this is a lot to take in and that my male equipment may be frightening to you. Why don’t you take some time to familiarize yourself with my anatomy, as I have been familiarizing myself with yours?”
“You mean…you want me to touch you some more?” I asked, my hand hovering over the thick shaft which lay against his flat belly. I had only touched the tip of his cock with my fingertip, which barely counted.
Sir nodded.
“Touch me…taste me…get to know my scent and flavor and the feel of me in your hand and mouth. That will get you ready to have me in your pussy, because it will deepen our bond and help your body to accept mine.”
I still thought the idea that we were forming a “bond” was a load of hogwash, as my Southern grandmother would have said. I didn’t feel any kind of permanent connection growing between us—at least, I didn’t think I did.
Though I liked being near Sir and cuddling with him, that didn’t mean I had to be with him. I mean, I wasn’t addicted to him, or anything. Though I did miss his scent when we were at opposite ends of the ship, I had to admit. But surely that didn’t have anything to do with a permanent bond. Did it?
Anyway, I decided to take him up on his offer. Tentatively, I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. It was so thick, my fingers and thumb wouldn’t meet, but I did my best, stroking up and down, liking the feel of the ridges under my palm. I liked that his scent was stronger here too, with a hint of masculine musk that drew me to him and made me want to touch him even more.
Sir groaned, deep in his throat as I stroked him.
“Gods, little one—your hands are so soft and small.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, Master,” I said primly.
To be honest, I was enjoying myself as well. It felt good to be the one in charge for a change, especially after the way he’d been teasing over and over almost from the minute I got to his ship. I found I liked being the one in control and the idea that I could make my huge, muscular Master groan with pleasure made me feel strong and confident. I love that feeling of power when I held him in my hand.
You may be wondering—what about Don, my fiancé back home? Didn’t I feel guilty about the things Sir and I were doing together? To answer your question honestly, not too much. I really didn’t have a choice in the beginning about being Sir’s pet. And now I had to save my entire galaxy. If there was a better excuse for cheating, I didn’t know what it was.
Plus, it barely felt like cheating because the way my body reacted when Sir touched me was so different from the way I felt when I was with Don. I speculated that once I got back to Earth, my fiancé and I would probably break up. Not just because I had been with another guy, but because nothing and no one was going to compare to Sir.
Does that mean you’re thinking of staying with him and not going back to Earth? whispered a little voice in my brain, but I pushed it aside and concentrated on the task at hand—namely Sir’s enormous cock.
He seemed to enjoy the way I was stroking him—so much so, that a pearly drop of pre-cum had appeared at the tip of the pointed head of his cock. I eyed it with interest—rather than being clear, like a human man’s pre-cum, the droplet perched on the point of his crown had a silvery sheen to it.
Tentatively, I stuck out my tongue and tasted the little droplet. I expected the salty, slightly bitter flavor I associated with a human man, but once again Sir surprised me.
A salty-sweet flavor that was both complex and delicious spread over my tongue. It was also strangely familiar. Where had I tasted that before?
Wanting to try some more, I stroked Sir’s cock until another, larger silver droplet appeared at the pointed tip. This time I took the whole head in my mouth and sucked, getting as much as I could. I could almost place the flavor…
“Gods, little one!” Sir groaned softly and I looked up to see him looking down at me with half-lidded eyes. “Just help yourself, why don’t you?” he rumbled, amusement and pleasure mixed in his deep voice.
“Sorry,” I murmured guiltily. “It’s just…you taste like something really good, but I can’t think what it is…”
I lapped at the head of his cock again and suddenly it came to me.
“Oh—I know what it is!” I exclaimed. “There’s a little ice cream and dessert shop in my town called ‘The Toffee Connection’ and they make the most amazing salted caramel sauce. It’s fabulous when you drizzle it over their homemade vanilla bean ice cream.” I looked up at him. “That’s what you taste like, Sir—a salted caramel sundae!”
“Hmm, well, I’m glad you enjoy my flavor, little one,” he murmured.
The way he said it made me frown at him suspiciously.
“Hey—why does your precum taste like one of my favorite flavors from home?” I demanded. “I mean, it seems too good to be true. I’ve never liked the flavor of any human guy before—is it just because you’re a Korrigon or is it something else?”
“It may have to do with the way our bond is growing,” he admitted, cupping my cheek. “Now that I’ve decided to make you my Sex Pet, the closer we get, the more we’ll come to crave each other. Enjoying the flavor and scent of your Master is just part of the bond.” He stroked my cheek gently. “Just as I crave your scent and flavor, little one.”
I remembered the way he’d lapped my juices off his finger and felt myself blushing when I thought of how he’d said I was “delicious.” I couldn’t help wondering if he was still planning to go down on me, as he had promised. Just the thought of his hot tongue between my thighs made me quiver all over with embarrassment and desire.
“Yes, I’m going to taste you—very soon in fact,” Sir murmured. “I can’t wait to spread your thighs and open your sweet little cunt with my tongue, little one.”
“Sir!” I protested, feeling my cheeks get hot with a blush. “Are you reading my mind?”
“We’re getting closer and it’s easier for me to catch what you’re thinking when I’m touching you,” he admitted. “But I won’t read you if you’d rather I didn’t. Though I admit I enjoy these little glimpses into your mind—you fascinate me.”
“Oh, uh, thank you,” I whispered, biting my lip. “Will…will I ever be able to look into your mind, though?”
“It’s doubtful,” Sir said. “As a Korrigon, my mind has a natural shield around it. Though you should be able to hear the thoughts I send to you in time.”
“If you seal our bond?” I asked, because he had talked about that several times.
Sir shook his head.
“When I seal our bond,” he murmured. “I won’t lie to you, little one—sealing our bond will make it very difficult for you to leave me. Which, of course, is my purpose for doing so.”
“But you can’t seal the bond until I’m able to take you inside me, right?” I asked, eyeing the huge cock again.
Sir nodded.
“Exactly. You’ll be able to take me eventually if you practice by wearing the expanders. And, of course, sucking me as you were a moment ago helps too.”
“It does?” I frowned. “Why? How?”
“I have chemicals in my precum and cum that will help your body acclimate to mine,” he replied. “They will help you open for me when the time is right.”
“Really? Then why do I have to wear those metal plug things at all?” I protested. “Why can’t I just, uh, suck your cock and swallow your cum?”
Saying it out loud that way made me blush, but it still seemed like a better option than having the cold silver expanders inside me. Also, I had never been the type to swallow before, but if his load tasted like my favorite salted caramel dessert, I wasn’t going to spit it out—that was for sure.
But Sir shook his head.
“As delightful as that sounds, the chemicals in my cum are not enough. You must have some physical stretching as well, in order to help them work.” He picked up the larger of the silver metal expanders and showed it to me. “Now why don’t you spread your legs and let me put this into your pussy so you can start getting ready for me?”
I frowned mulishly.
“Because I don’t want that hard, cold thing inside me. Besides, if you’re trying to get me ready so you can seal the bond and make it so I can never leave you, then maybe I shouldn’t make it so easy for you. I still want to go back home to Earth to my family, you know.”
Sir frowned down at me.
“Little one, don’t be difficult. One way or another, your little pussy must be prepared for my cock.”
I was about to answer when I saw something that gave me an idea. His tail—or candalla, as he called it—was waving just over my shoulder in an interested way, as though watching us debate. It still had the metal cap on its tip—I had the idea that Sir didn’t quite trust it—him?—not to get into mischief without the cap.
“What about your tail?” I asked Sir, pointing at it. “Why can’t he act as an expander? I know he can change sizes and shapes—he did it before the last time when he was, er, exploring me.”
The memory still made me blush, but I also felt hot and tingly all over when I thought of it.
Sir shook his head.
“I told you, my candalla will be taking your back passage while I thrust my shaft into your pussy.”
“Yes, but he can make himself as thin or as thick as he wants,” I pointed out. “So I don’t really have to get my, uh, back passage ready for him because he can make himself little if I need him to. Right?” I asked the tail.
The metal cap on its tip nodded, as though agreeing with me.
“Which means the only part of me that really needs to be, er, expanded is my, uh, pussy,” I told Sir. “So why not let your tail do that? He can get as big as the expander you synthesized for me, and he’s nice and warm and flexible instead of being all hard and cold.”
The tail nodded again, vigorously—clearly he liked this idea very much.
Sir frowned, but I thought he looked like he might be wavering.
“Well…” he murmured.
“Oh, please, Sir!” I said pleadingly. “How about this—we’ll relax together on the couch and I can suck your cock to get as much of your, er, expanding chemicals as possible, while at the same time, your tail can be inside me, helping me open up.”
Sir gave me a reproving look.
“I really shouldn’t let you bargain your way out of things you don’t like, you know, little one.”
“But you’re going to let me—this time, at least—aren’t you?” I asked, giving him a naughty little grin.
One side of his sensuous mouth quirked up and he shook his head affectionately.
“If anyone knew the Overlord of the Northern Continent allowed his Sex Pet to bargain with him over her training, they would think I had grown soft.”
“You don’t seem soft to me at all,” I murmured, stroking his long, hard shaft. Leaning forward, I captured another droplet of precum, savoring his salty-sweet flavor as I swirled my tongue around the pointed head. “Not soft at all,” I added, giving him another naughty smile.
“I shouldn’t do this,” Sir said. “And you may still be required to wear the expanders in the future…”
“All right,” I agreed hastily. “Just, not right now. I’d much rather have your tail inside me instead.”
“As you wish, little one.” He was already removing the metal cap from the pointed end of his tail. “He may want to come in you,” he warned me. “It’s very difficult for a candalla to be inside the warm, wet pussy of a pet and not fill her with cum.”
“As long as it’s not the breeding cream you talked about, that should be all right,” I said. “Although, maybe we should get a towel for the couch?” I added, remembering how much of the lubricating fluid his tail had shot in me the last time.
“A very good idea,” Sir agreed. “Run get one, little one, and then we’ll continue.”
I hopped off the couch and ran to the bathroom to get one of the huge, beach blanket-sized towels. When I got back, Sir had pushed his trousers down further and his tail was waving at me in a way that was positively anticipatory.
“All right now, are you ready, little one?” Sir asked, as I laid down the towel and then climbed on the couch to settle with my head on his flat stomach—the better to have access to his hard cock.
“Yes, Sir,” I said, taking the thick shaft in one hand and bringing it to my lips to lap away the droplet of precum that had formed.
“Gods, you’re good at that, little one,” he groaned softly. “Spread your legs for my candalla.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said again, rather breathlessly this time. But just as I was opening my thighs, Sir spoke again—this time to his tail.
“Listen to me,” he told it sternly. “You’re not to fuck little one or make her come—you’re just going to fill her and help her soft little pussy expand for my cock. Do you understand?”
The tip of the tail waved in agreement.
“And you may come in her as much as you wish, as long as you don’t shoot breeding cream in her womb,” Sir added. “That ought to go without saying, but I’ll say it anyway.”
The tail wavered, looking somehow disappointed and I had the idea it was arguing with Sir somehow.
“Yes, I have decided little one is a Sex Pet and yes, I am going to seal the bond with her at some point in the future,” Sir told it. “But I have also given my word not to breed her—that would take away her option of leaving and going back to her home planet. If I plant a baby in her belly that looks like me, it would never be accepted on Earth.”
I had to agree with him—nobody on Earth could mistake Sir for anything but an alien and any baby I had with him would doubtless have many of his characteristics. So even though he was planning to seal our Master/pet bond to try to tie me to him, at least he wasn’t going to make it impossible for me to leave if I decided to.
I wasn’t sure if that made me feel better about the situation or not, but before I could examine my emotions too closely, I felt the tip of his candalla nudging at the lips of my pussy.
I moaned and shifted, spreading my legs more as the flexible end of the candalla—which had turned into a tentacle again—began stroking between my pussy lips. I moaned again as it began teasing my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through my whole body as it did so.
“Careful now,” I heard Sir telling it. “Don’t make her come—I reserve her first orgasm for myself.”
“Oh, please, Sir,” I moaned. “It feels so good—let him touch me just a little bit more.”
“Well…all right. But don’t make her come,” he warned his tail again.
The tip of his candalla teased me a bit more, sliding in circles around my aching button, but just as I felt on the edge of coming, it stopped obediently and slid deep inside me.
I moaned with frustration and then gasped as I felt the tentacle reach the end of my channel and start to swell inside me.
“Do you feel him filling you?” Sir murmured, his eyes heavy-lidded as he looked down at me.
“Oh, God, Sir—yes!” I moaned. “He…he’s in me so deep and he’s getting so big.”
“As he should be, in order to get you ready for my cock, little one,” he said, nodding.
I expected his candalla to keep expanding, but then the tentacle did something unexpected—it began to slide in and out of me, thrusting deeper every time.
“Uh…uh,” I couldn’t help gasping, my bare breasts jiggling as the end of the candalla gave the mouth of my womb a rough kiss with each thrust.
“Little one…” Sir said warningly, his eyes narrowed in disapproval. “You’re letting him fuck you, when I specifically forbid it.”
“I…I can’t help it if…if he fucks me,” I moaned as the thick tentacle continued to thrust inside me. “How…how can I stop him?”
“Just tell him to stop,” Sir told me. “He’ll listen to me, of course, but he must learn to obey you, as well.”
“But…but I really don’t…don’t mind it. Ungh!” I gasped again, as the tentacle-tail gave a particularly deep thrust inside me. It felt so good I couldn’t help spreading my thighs wider, giving Sir’s naughty tail even better access to my pussy. God, I had never been fucked with anything this big before! But it still wasn’t nearly the size of my Master’s cock.
“Well, I mind,” Sir said, frowning. “I specifically said ‘no fucking.’”
“But…but don’t you think it’s…good practice for me?” I panted. I was having a hard time thinking as the tail continued to thrust deep inside me but I knew I had to make my case. “I mean, you’ll be fucking me soon enough— isn’t it good for me to be…to be fucked by something almost as big as…as your cock so my pussy can get used to…to how it feels?”
Sir shook his head.
“Little one, you could talk your way into anything, couldn’t you?” He sighed. “Very well—up on your hands and knees and spread your thighs wide. If my candalla is going to fuck you, let him do it properly.”
Biting my lip, I got to my hands and knees as Sir directed. He had me scoot forward and kneel over his lap, so he could watch me being penetrated and he told me to spread even wider for his candalla.
Obediently, I did as he said. Hanging my head, I spread my thighs wide, opening myself as much as I could for the thick tentacle pounding into me. I even titled my hips back, giving it even better access to my open pussy. The candalla was fucking me harder now, thrusting as deep as it could inside me each time.
My breasts, which hung down in this position, swayed with each rough thrust. Sir took the opportunity to capture my nipples with his long fingers and tease them as his tail fucked me.
“Oh!” I moaned as I felt my pleasure climbing higher. “Oh, Sir, I’m so close!”
If only he would touch my clit—if he would rub it, just the tiniest bit—I was sure I would go off like a rocket! I knew Sir must be hearing this thought, since he was touching me, but he only shook his head.
“No coming, little one—I will not compromise on that,” he said firmly. “Gods, your little pussy is wet and warm around my candalla.”
“He…he’s fucking me so deeply, Sir!” I moaned, arching my back as I took the tail deep in my pussy. “Oh God, I’ve never had anything so big inside me!”
“But you must learn to take something even larger, little one,” he reminded me. “That’s enough now—he’s about to come in you,” he added. “Open yourself and take what he shoots deep in your pussy.”
“I…I’ll do my best,” I gasped. Tilting my pelvis back even more, I lowered my forehead submissively to Sir’s broad thigh and raised my ass high in the air. At last, I felt the tip of the tentacle thrusting deep inside me and find the mouth of my womb. And then it swelled even bigger and something hot and wet began spurting deep inside me.
“Gods, little one,” I heard Sir half groan and I knew he was feeling pleasure too, as his candalla filled me. I couldn’t help wondering what it would have felt like if it had been his cock inside me, instead of his tail. I especially wondered about the pleasure spines on his heavy balls—the idea of them “stinging” my inner pussy folds and throbbing clit as they slapped against me with each thrust was strangely appealing.
“Good girl,” Sir murmured, stroking my back with one hand as he continued to tug my nipples with the other. “You’re such a good pet, little one—opening yourself to be fucked and filled like this.”
“Yes, Sir!” I moaned breathlessly. “You…you can fuck me and come in me whenever you want.”
“I will,” he assured me as spurt after spurt of the hot liquid filled me. At last I began to feel I couldn’t hold much more. But just as I was thinking that, Sir spoke again. “All right—pull out of her now,” I heard him tell his candalla. “Let me be sure you haven’t filled her womb with breeding cream.”
Reluctantly, I thought, his candalla at last pulled out of me. A warm, wet rush followed and I felt my thighs being coated with the slippery lubricant it had shot in me before. This time, though, it seemed to have a slight, golden sheen to it that glimmered in the light of the living area.
Sir bent his head and had me spread even wider so he could examine the inside of my pussy.
“All right,” he said at last. “There may be a trace of breeding cream, but not enough to cause any mischief.”
“What…what does the breeding cream do?” I asked, lifting my head to look up at him. I felt rather shaky after the deep fucking I had just endured, but my body still wanted more.
“If my candalla had shot a full dose of breeding cream inside you, it would make you crave my cock and my seed,” Sir told me. “But as it is, you’ll probably just want your pussy filled again very soon.”
“I want it now,” I confessed. “Can…can he do it again or does he need to rest?” I looked at the thick tentacle his candalla had become, surprised at how big it was. Had I really had all that inside me? Clearly I had, and my pussy wanted it again—I could feel the ache of sexual need between my thighs.
“Oh, my candalla is capable of fucking you all night if you let him,” Sir said dryly. “But I think that’s quite enough for now. He may slide back inside your pussy, but only to help you expand—no more fucking,” he added, giving his tail a warning look.
I cleaned up a bit and then Sir had me lie back down on my side with my head on his flat stomach, as I had been before, and lift my top leg. The thick tentacles slid deep inside me again and began to expand even more until I moaned in protest.
“Sir, he’s getting really big!”
“Stop for now,” Sir told his tail. “And you, little one—taste some of my precum,” he ordered. “The more of it you taste, the more easily your pussy will expand.”
Eagerly, I took his thick shaft in one hand and began stroking him to make the precum flow. As I lapped it away, I could feel some of the pressure in my pussy easing very slightly. It made the stretching pain of the thick tentacle inside me easier to bear, so I sucked harder, wanting even more.
“Little one,” Sir said in a hoarse voice. “If you’re not careful, you’re going to make me come in your mouth. Is that what you want?”
I looked up at him uncertainly.
“Will…will your cum taste like your precum? Like melted ice cream and salted caramel sauce?”
“It should,” Sir assured me. Groaning again, he stroked my hair. “Can you be a good girl and swallow your Master’s cream?”
“Yes, Sir,” I purred submissively. Once again I felt that sense of power—the pleasure I gave him made him need me—I liked that idea—liked it a lot.
“Then get ready,” Sir told me. “I tend to make quite a large amount of cum.”
“I’m ready, Sir,” I promised. And then I took him as deeply into my mouth as I could—which wasn’t very far, because he was so big—but at least I managed the entire head and the first thick inch of his shaft.
I sucked and swirled my tongue around and around the broad, pointed head and after a moment I felt him swell even bigger and the first spurt of his cream hit the back of my throat.
It tasted even better than his precum—sweet and salty and absolutely delicious. I swallowed eagerly and then he spurted again and again, filling my mouth with his cum as I swallowed as fast as I could.
At last, Sir gave a final groan and pulled his cock out of my mouth.
“Enough now, little one,” he murmured, stroking my hair. “You were a very good pet just now and I want you to know I’m very proud of you. Did swallowing my cum help your pussy feel better?”
I wiggled experimentally and nodded in surprise.
“You know, I think it did. It doesn’t feel as tight as it did before even though your tail is really big right now,” I told him.
“Good.” Sir nodded. “That means the chemicals in my cum are already working on you.” He stroked my hair some more. “You have such a sweet, hot little mouth, my darling. It felt wonderful to shoot my cream down your throat.”
I squirmed with pleasure, loving it when he called me the sweet nickname.
“Thank you, Sir,” I whispered. “I…I like the way your cream tastes,” I told him, shyly.
“I’m glad, because you’re going to be drinking a lot of it to help your pussy open for me,” Sir told me.
“I don’t mind,” I told him. “It tastes a hell of a lot better than the nutritional gel cubes.”
Sir threw back his head and laughed, a deep rumbling sound that I couldn’t help liking.
“Little one, you really are sassy,” he remarked. “Let’s get you cleaned up and we can have some nutritional gel you’re so fond of for our last meal of the day.” He raised an eyebrow at me. “Or would you rather stay here a little longer with my candalla filling you and maybe drink some more of my cream?”
It was absolutely no contest.
“I’d rather stay here and drink some more cream, Sir,” I said at once. “Your tail feels so nice inside me and I love the way you taste.”
“Very well, then,” Sir murmured, giving me a half-lidded look. “We can stay a while longer if your pussy is still hungry to be filled.”
“It is,” I admitted. “I…I think maybe it was the little bit of breeding cream that did it but I’m afraid I’d feel empty if your candalla pulled out of me now.”
“Well, I’m sure he’s happy to stay deep inside your sweet, wet pussy,” Sir assured me. “And you can have more of my cream whenever you want.”
“I want some now,” I said and reached for his shaft, which hadn’t gotten a bit softer, despite how much cum he’d just given me.
“Good,” Sir said. “Because I want to give you some, little one.”
And so we started all over again…