Page 35 of Milked for the Holidays

Despite how ill I feel, I cannot deny the sexual spell he weaves around me. It washes over my body, easing the pain, even if it’s just a little bit. In a bold move, I take my gloved hand and press it against his, pushing it down toward my breast.

Maybe if he touches me, I’ll feel better. Perhaps if he can distract my brain, I can finally think of something other than death. As much as I still feel the need to mourn both my mother and my potential condition, it’s all too much.

As if hearing my silent plea, he cups my tender breasts and squeezes, his eyes boring into mine. They darken as he gazes into my soul. Lust flares between us, threatening to drown me in its heat.

Opening the truck door, he takes me back out, almost smacking into Antroli. “I’ll be taking her back on foot. I wish to show her the wonders of her new home.”

The other Rancher winks, as if he knows exactly which pleasures he’ll be showing me. Heat tinges my cheeks, but I don’t have too long to dwell on it before he nods and goes around to the other side. Vrokjan holds me close as we watch them drive away, his thumb drawing an abstract design on my arm.

Each swipe against my skin makes me throb with need. My pussy spasms as he carries me over to the field and lays me down. All I can see is his handsome face and a sea of blue around me.

Ovibrosia really is such a pretty plant. Lifting my hand, I go to brush through it, but frown at the stupid hooved glove keeping me from touching the delicate leaves and stems.

Vrokjan looks about for a moment before giving me a conspiratorial smile. Placing his finger over his lips for a moment, he winks at me before taking the glove off of my right hand. Freedom.

At least for part of me. With a soft sigh, I run my fingers along the stiff blades, stifling a chuckle as I skim up to touch the softer, somewhat fluffy tip. It’s almost unexpected, and certainly not like the spongy kernels of wheat that grew on my grandparents’ farm.

In fact, almost every bit of this plant feels far different from what I expected. The blades, though a touch unyielding, aren’t rough or tactilely off-putting. They feel almost like the softest of silks with a stronger core running through it. The stem doesn’t feel at all like rough rope, but instead, it feels like delicate glass.

Wonderment fills me as I practically fondle the strange plant. Vrokjan gazes down at me, his lips quirked in a soft smile. He seems to enjoy the pleasure I find in learning about his planet.

It’s as if I’m in a haze, lulled by the softness of the earth and lazy clouds drifting above. It doesn’t matter that they’re purple. I can still find shapes in them easily enough. Dropping my hand down to the ground, I dig my fingers into the dirt.

Even that feels different somehow. Nothing is rough or jagged. In fact, I have to look to see if I’m actually touching it. I scoop it up and let it fall from between my fingers, marveling at how it sparkles in the waning sun.

Somehow too much and not enough all at once. I don’t want to think about my mom, or cancer, or dying. I want to stay in this moment with Vrokjan. His massive body looms over me, sheltering me from everything, including the errant thoughts threatening to intrude on this lovely scene.

Reaching over me, he snaps a stalk in half and drags the tip over my lips. “Open.”

Without any fight, I do as he commands. My mouth drops, earning me a growl of satisfaction rumbling from his chest. Prying open my thighs with his free hand, he spreads me open as he slides the tip of the plant past my lips.

His knees wedge in between my legs, forcing me to open for him even wider. But I feel no pain or discomfort. My brain buzzes with pleasure as I lift my tongue to taste the offering he gives me.

The Ovibrosia has an almost nutty flavor. Hazelnut. It’s the closest I can come to describe it. It’s comforting, bringing memories of chocolate hazelnut spread over bread.

How many times did I try to convince Mom it was a healthy breakfast choice because it was practically peanut butter? Never mind the chocolate part. She indulged me on the weekends, but that was it.

I can still hear her firm, “That’s not enough fuel for a school day,” as I’d playfully whine, trying to get her to see reason. So many memories flood my brain, threatening to overwhelm me. Closing my lips around the stem, I smile as Vrokjan tugs on it, depositing the hazelnut goodness into my mouth.

I take tentative chews, not sure how the texture will feel, but I find I’m pleasantly surprised. The soft, fluffy exterior gives way, almost like cotton candy disappearing on my tongue. Inside, it crunches a bit more like a nut, giving it that peanut feel.

So many things about this planet feel close to what I’m used to on Earth, but it’s still different enough to make my head spin. I have no words for anything I see, taste, touch, or feel. The words I do have feel paltry somehow, dim in comparison.

However, my thoughts scatter as Vrokjan slides down and hovers at my pussy. His hot breath washes over my skin, sending pinpricks of pleasure swirling through me, making my insides clench with need. The glide of his tongue against my clit feels so incredible.

Soft moans drift past my lips as he pleasures me, taking his time to taste and tease my lower lips. His movements are slow, languid, as if he savors every lap. Arousal gathers at my entrance as he runs the tip of his tongue around the opening before going back to my clit.

There’s nothing frantic or rushed about what he’s doing to me. Even the arousal building is slow and hot. I lie back and enjoy his treatment as I watch the puffy purple clouds drift by.

Everything is in a haze, becoming muddled. I cannot think or speak. He probably wouldn’t punish me if I did, but I find I don’t want to break the spell weaving around us.

My body is light, weightless as he devours me. The pleasurable sensations hover in my peripheral as I feel myself splitting in two. There is no pain here, no sadness. Only relief.

My eyelids become heavy as I lie in the sun, no longer protected by his body. But it’s not scalding like it should be with two suns warring for their place in the sky. Instead, it’s like a comforting blanket covering me up. Besides, the ground is cool against my back, keeping me from overheating.

Vrokjan pulls away, bringing my attention back to him. With a wicked grin, he slowly unzips his suit, revealing his blue toned body to me once more. His muscles bunch and release with each movement, making my mouth water.

Once he’s naked, I study his massive cock. Earlier in the ship, I looked at it, but there were so many other things occupying my mind. He runs his fingers over his shaft, drawing attention to the bumps and ridges.