“I have a treat for you, sweet girl.”
Celeste perks up at the sound of my voice, though her gaze remains sleepy and unfocused.
I reach down for my cock, curling my abdomen tighter and pressing the end to her lips.
She mews happily and opens her mouth, licking and sucking for her favorite flavor.
“That’s it. You’re going to get…ngh… everything you want…”
My eyes roll back as I tip over the edge, abdomen spasming and sending a thick surge of white through my transparent cock.
Celeste moans as the first spurt hits her tongue, then she opens her throat and shoves my cock deep, letting it pulse straight into her belly.
Stars above, she’s divine. My pleasure redoubles under her gentle touch, shaft throbbing in her tight, hot throat. My hands slide to her belly as it swells with my seed, and the high that swirls through my mind is nothing short of addictive.
She watches my abdomen spasm and seems to love the sight, squeezing her hands around my length in time with every throb.
Finally, I shudder, and the spasms slow. Celeste pulls my tip back into her mouth, tasting every drop as she swallows the end of my climax. She sucks until my fluid runs gold again, then I gently remove my sore cock from her mouth and hands, letting it slide back into my abdomen.
I gently massage her breasts and belly, and Celeste leans heavily against me, head lolling on my chest.
I pet a hand down her throat, which vibrates with her contented moans.
My chest warms as I sing her a soothing lullaby, lips brushing against her ear.
She sighs and nuzzles into me, a picture of contentment.
Her responses to me are the greatest gifts.
I adjust her slightly, then curl over her, bringing her nipple to my mouth. I control my hunger, sucking gently so she can remain in that restful, blissed-out state.
Her hands find my hair again, kneading and tugging.
I sigh with pleasure as her flavor fills my mouth: so rich and perfect. Her other breast leaks sympathetically, and I massage it, earning little mews and moans from her lips.
It feels like a waste to let her leak so much without a bottle ready to catch it, but she can produce so much more than I could possibly drink. I’m sure once I tell this to Sylvus, he’ll devise a scheme for profit, which I may indulge in, if only to spoil her more. Sylvus collects human artifacts, and I wonder if there might be something from Earth she’d like, some pet or toy or game.
But for now, every drop is mine and mine alone, to drink or spill as I please.
And there is no sweeter indulgence, no greater abundance, than to let her hot milk drip between my fingers.
I lean back to kiss her cheek, then grip her nipples and tug, letting a surge of hot milk flow from both at the same time.
Celeste cries out with pleasure and relief, chest heaving under her breasts.
I milk her and drink from her until my abdomen is drenched and full with her heat.
As I squeeze the last of her milk from her breasts, she turns over, snuggling against my neck.
I should get up. I should clean us off and take the blankets to the river—and I should have known better than to think I could keep them dry this time.
But this precious, perfect creature is too content. Her soft, warm body spreads across me, tucked in just-so, such that any movement threatens to disturb her.
So I stay. I pet her hair. I rub her cheeks.
I’ll stay as long as she needs, as long as she wants, as long as her face glows with that gorgeous peace.
I’ll stay by her side forever.
