Page 43 of Milked for the Holidays

Vrokjan soon switches to the other breast, stopping before the other is completely drained. My breast still feels heavy and full, sending shards of discomfort through the tissue. However, the moment he draws milk out of me, my brain short-circuits for a few seconds.

My pussy spasms. Not quite an orgasm, but my inner walls throb and ache, pulsing against the machine. Vrokjan pulls back and wipes his lips, his eyes glittering with dark intent.

“Celestials,” he groans. “I’ll never tire of the way you taste.”

He climbs up my body and straddles me with his massive thighs. His cock hangs thick and erect in front of my face. Precum pearls at his slit, taunting me, daring me to taste him.

Cupping his hand around the back of my head, he lifts me up. “Open wide.”

I stretch my mouth out as far as I can go, but even then, he can’t quite make it past the first bulge. It smacks against my lips as he pumps in and out, smearing his cum across my tongue. My eyes roll back as I taste him again.

It’s undefinable, otherworldly, and definitely far tastier than a human’s cum. There’s that bitter earthiness, but it’s more like coffee than anything else. At least, that’s the closest I can think of.

What makes it so delicious to me, however, is that bit of icy sweetness. It almost tastes like a peppermint cream or crème de menthe. Groaning, I swipe my tongue over his slit, desperate for more.

Just like my morning addiction, I crave that coffee taste as it burns down my throat with each swallow. Though it might be psychosomatic, I can almost feel myself waking up a bit more.

Above me, Vrokjan hisses and slams his hand against the headboard. He grips the wood as he fucks my face, riding me just as hard as I rode him. I suck on the plump tip of his cock as I tease his entrance with my tongue.

Harsh words flow from his lips in a language I can’t understand. But I don’t need a translator to know lusty curse words when I hear them. Granted, none of the men I’d been with ever lost control like Vrokjan does.

It makes my insides clench to know I’m doing that to him. He’s just as desperate for me as I am for him. The knowledge is heady, dripping through my veins, flooding me with arousal.

The machine seems to pick up on this and chooses that moment to swell, stretching me impossibly tight. The burn is nothing compared to the pleasure I feel as it pulses and writhes, mimicking his cock. Moaning around his girth, I suck in earnest as the first flutters of my orgasm rock through me.

Normally, I can’t come from just internal stimulation, but the sensations are close enough that they take the hungry edge off me. Vrokjan groans as I writhe beneath him. His cock pistons in and out of my mouth as he drops his hands to my head and holds me still.

I let him fuck my face, desperate for more of him to fill me up. With a loud shout, he grips his shaft, keeping the first bulge away from my teeth as he pumps with his hand. Rope after rope of thick cum spurts into my mouth.

The burn slides down my throat as I gulp up his essence, drinking from him as if I’m sipping on a hot cup of spiked coffee. His hips rock back and forth, slower this time as the final drops land on my tongue. Not fully satisfied, I suck on his tip, getting every last bit.

After a few moments, he hisses and jerks away, chuckling as he runs his fingers down my cheek. “I’m glad you desire my cum, but I’m getting a bit sensitive.” His smile is soft, kind almost, as he reaches up and unhooks my arms. “Celestials, but you’re perfect.”

His praise thrums through me, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. With a yawn, I roll over, groaning as my breasts ache. Sliding my arms underneath, I cradle them, stifling a whimper.

“Don’t worry, my sweet pet. Your milk will be depleted soon. It’s time to get you ready for breakfast.”

“Breakfast?” I shoot up in the bed, my eyes widening in shock. “How is it breakfast? I was just in the tub with you!”

“My sweet pet,” he murmurs, brushing his lips over mine. “You fell asleep. I milked you and put you to bed.”

Stunned, I sit there as he rummages around for his clothes. Deep inside, the machine seems to understand the gravitas of this moment and chooses to remain still. Perhaps it only activates when aroused?

But I can’t think about that right now. How did I sleep through a milking and dinner? I worry my bottom lip as I try to puzzle through the ramifications. With a laugh, he walks over to me and plants a kiss on my head.

The action is so intimate, as if we’ve been together for years instead of days. It makes my heart clench with both need and worry. It’s all happening far too fast.

“It’s not unusual for cows to be exhausted their first night. And you had two orgasms, far more than the usual herd. I’m not at all worried. Now then, to remind you, the rules of the house are different than the rules in the field. You’re still not allowed to talk, but you don’t have to wear your hooves. Only your tail.”

With a delicious smirk, he holds up the object in question. A shudder runs through me as the metal plug glints in the light. Right on cue, the machine inside moves again, forcing pleasure through my body.

“Do you need to relieve yourself before I put it in?”

I nibble on my thumbnail, trying to understand the sensations in my body. “Better safe than sorry?”

“That’s what I always say. Get on all fours.”

The moment I’m in position, he unhooks the machine, leaving my core empty. Relief floods my system as the constant stimulation stops. Reaching forward, he slides his finger in with little resistance.