Page 36 of The Hornet’s Hucow Pet

I want to distract myself by reaching for him, pleasuring him, but I can’t. I can only accept his overwhelming, incredible attention.

My breath saws through my lungs, and my body aches for release as Zyren drinks of me. His abdomen slowly expands, filling with my milk, and a profound pride settles over me. It’s a pleasure deeper than any orgasm, no matter how powerful.

Zyren’s fingers dig in deeper, and he sucks harder as my breasts reach the end of their supply.

He finally rises and kisses me again, treating me to the taste of my own milk—creamy and sweet and perfect. I moan into him, loving how his hands tighten in my hair.

I remain dizzy with arousal and need, waiting for his climax to release me.

His heavy breath falls over my shoulder. “Do you want to see an egg like the ones you carry?”

Heat tumbles through my core. “Yes!”

Zyren reaches for his stinger, and his body curls like a ring around me. As he grips the base of the slender black organ, it twitches and slides out of his abdomen, stunningly long. It works through the friction of his hand a few times, thrusting deep, then his abdomen tenses.

Zyren’s groan of pleasure makes my toes curl and my spine tingle.

What looks like thick white fluid beads at Zyren’s tip, and he holds out his other hand to catch it. What falls isn’t liquid at all, but a translucent oblong shape, surprisingly large for having moved through a stinger so slender.

Zyren lifts my hand and presses it to the egg. The surface is smooth and warm. My sluggish fingers twitch before they obey, but after a moment, they squeeze the strange shape. It’s elastic and firmer than I expected.

“You said they’re unfertilized?”

Zyren nods. “As your body produces a surplus of milk when provided adequate nutrition, so does mine with eggs. And… your milk is very nutritious.”

Eager warmth ripples from those words. “You mean you’re making more eggs… because of me?”

He nuzzles his cheek against mine. “Yes. For multiple reasons. You’re very inspiring.” Zyren lowers my hand and takes the egg in both of his, gripping it firmly at the middle. He tears it open, and the gelatinous interior cracks without spilling.

Zyren breaks off a translucent piece.

“Want to try?” he asks.

I hesitate. “Will I like it?”

“I think so.”

“Then… yes.”

Zyren places the piece of egg on my tongue.

My eyes widen.

It tastes like cherry Jello.

I eagerly chew, and it melts easily on my tongue.

Zyren takes a bite for himself.

I can’t help but smile. “Is it weird? Eating your own eggs?”

A hint of mirth glints in his eye. “No more weird than tasting your own milk.” He places another piece on my tongue. “Consider it recycling. We both contributed energy to these. Now, we’ll get some of it back.”

I’m still dizzy with arousal, so eating from Zyren’s hands has never been more erotic. By the time the egg is gone, I’m begging for his touch.

Zyren pries my mouth open to make room for the wide bulb of his cock. I swallow and lick at his slit, eager for the fresh, herbal taste of his pre-cum.

I soon get what I desire, drinking down his climax along with the sound of his shuddering breath and groans of relief.