Page 47 of Milked for the Holidays

I know from the beginning I said I’d never let her go, but the more time we spend together, the more painful the idea of losing her becomes. It’s irrational. I know. One of the benefits of our serums is that it all but eradicates normal human sickness. Still though…

Something doesn’t feel right. I can’t put my finger on it. By all accounts, she seems healthy and content. She’s not happy. I know that for sure. Unfortunately, she doesn’t confide in me the reason she sighs as she looks out over the lush Ovibrosia fields.

There’s no explanation for the tears I find wetting her cheeks. I could pry, but then, I don’t want to know the answer. If she’s unhappy being here with me, it would crush me. Doubly so, because I’m a selfish bastard who won’t let her leave despite the pain I might be causing her.

I’ve been the good Icorian for several cycles now, giving up my pet at the end of the year. It’s hurt every fucking time, but I’ve made myself content with each new auction. This time, however, the very idea of sending Jessica home causes my lungs to seize.

Walking into the bathroom, I step into the modular shower and clean off, making record time. I have far more important things planned today than taking my time with morning preparations. Once I ensure everything is set and ready to go, I wake my pet.

She moans in her sleep as I roll her over and gaze down at her engorged breasts. They’re so large and swollen, no doubt painful. I give one a gentle squeeze and watch the pain flit across her face.

Spreading her thighs, I remove the machine that stretches her out and study the diameter. It will be a stretch, but she should be able to accommodate me without injury. Normally, I give my pets about a week before using my cock to train them further.

With Jessica, it’s different. I want her to enjoy our first time together. I want her to crave my cock instead of being afraid of it. Stretching her arms out, I latch them to the headboard, chuckling as she remains fast asleep.

Most days, it takes an act of the Celestials to get her to stir, and today seems no different. Bending low, I lap at her nipple, sighing as I engulf the taut peak into my mouth. Her milk is so sweet and decadent.

It’s an addiction I cannot break myself from. Sucking deep, I draw more into my mouth and swallow before going to the other nipple. I only take enough to relieve some of the pressure, buying us time to have some fun before I take her downstairs to milk her for breakfast.

Spreading her thighs, I continue to lap at her, drinking far more than I normally do. She moans and tosses her head back and forth as if caught in some erotic dream. Curving my lips against her ample breast, I slide my fingers inside.

She’s definitely far more able to accommodate me. With four thick digits, I thrust in and out, pleasuring her as she sleeps. With a little more stretching, I might actually be able to drive my fist into her.

My cock bobs at that thought. I’ve never had such desires before. Spreading her hips even wider, I reach around to grab some lubricant. I coat my hand and drip some onto her lower lips.

In and out, I pump my fingers, keeping her in that lulled haze between sleeping and wakefulness. It’s far easier to do this while she’s relaxed. Part of me knows she'll freak out if she has even an inkling about what I plan to do.

I try to tell myself it’s to help accommodate my massive girth, but it’s a lie. There’s a perverse need to push her to see just how much her human body can take before it breaks. Watching her chest rise and fall, I time my thrusts to her breathing.

Her pussy clenches around me, rippling almost as I squeeze my way in. It drives me insane, nearly feral with the need to impale her on me. Arousal trickles out, mixing with the lubricant, further easing my passage. Her pale pink lips turn a dusky red as I play with her, showing me further proof of her arousal.

With both hands, I slide in two fingers from each and pull in opposition against her muscles, stretching them further. Once they relax, I let go and pull again until she’s gaping.

Pulling out, I curl my thumb under my fingers, flattening them all together as I rest them at her opening. Her eyes remain closed, her eyelids fluttering as she rocks her head back. It’s as if she’s locked in a dream, one of my own creation. I grit my teeth, my balls drawing up so tightly it’s painful. It’s agony forcing myself to be this slow.

But if she can take my fist, she can certainly take my cock. With the other hand, I slide up and down the shaft, groaning as I sink my hand into her pussy. Her inner walls flutter against my hand as they stretch wide.

It’s as if her body is unsure whether it wants me to invade her or not. Despite that, she’s so fucking wet for me, practically soaking. Inch by inch, I ease in, groaning as her pussy swallows me up until my thumb makes it past her outer ring.

Once I’m clear of her pubic bone, I let out a breath and curl my fingers into a fist. Her body tenses as her brows draw tight. I feel her inner walls clench around me, as if her body is unsure it can handle what I’m doing to her.

With soft, soothing tones, I whisper nonsensical words to her, calming her as I hold my fist still inside her body. Moment by moment she relaxes, lying limply on the bed once more. I twist my hand a bit, just to test out my new boundaries.

It’s a tight stretch, but it fits. Fuck, but my fist fits as if my hand was made to be here deep inside her body.

I rock back and forth, my quick micro-thrusts jostling her body, making it quiver beneath me. With each stroke, I hit her G-spot with my knuckles, drawing a soft, thready moan from her lips. Her body is perfection as it envelops me, holding me snugly as I torment her. Softening my fist, I keep the first few knuckles curled as I increase my speed, surging in and out of her pussy.

Slick noises fill the air as her arousal continues to drip from her. Jessica moans, her body shuddering as I pump in and out. Soon, in her sleep, she arches up toward me, meeting my strokes. It’s intoxicating watching me disappear into her body, but soon, it’s not enough.

I have to fuck her. The need to claim her in this way beats at my brain like some snarling, feral animal. Easing my hand out of her warm pussy, I grip the base of my cock and line the tip up with her entrance.

Now, the only decision I have to make is if I want her to be awake or not. Groaning, I sink into her, unable to wait any longer. Shivers race up and down my spine as she clenches around me. There’s still a slight stretch, a slight hint of resistance as I force my way into her body.

Once I’m fully seated, I wrap Jessica’s legs around my hips. They splay out on either side as her eyelashes flutter. Will she wake up? Or does she still think this is a dream? Leaning over, I capture her nipple in my mouth once more and suck deep, my shaft pulsing as lust pours over me.

I don’t give a fuck if my Ranch Hands have less to coat their breakfast with. Jessica is mine. Her milk is mine. Her body is fucking mine. My fingers claw over her skin as I pound into her.

Soft wails meet my ears, but I’m far too gone to care. Her pussy clenches around me with each stroke, fluttering as she bows up under me. Wide emerald eyes gaze up at me as her mouth drops into an O.