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Authors: Mandoline Creme
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“
Milk,”
I whimpered, shifting anxiously. “I'm making milk, I don't know
why, though.”
Drake leaned in, and
I inhaled sharply. Gently, he lifted my top, my heavy breasts
bouncing free into the air. We could both see the opal liquid on my
pink tips. “You weren't kidding. Freya, I'm sorry. I should
have believed you.”
“
I don't
care,” I flinched, trying to resist the urge to shove my tits
into his hands. “I just... I need release, you don't understand
what this is like!”
“
I'm sorry,
but I can't sleep with you still.” Drake stood up, and I
grabbed at his pants with a sob.
“
Why? Please!
I'm going crazy!”
“
Freya,”
he sighed, reaching down and touching my hand sympathetically. “I
just have a rule. If I break it, I can't train you anymore.”
My mind worked,
foggy with my arousal. “But I can't train like this, either!”
Drake opened his
mouth, as if to argue. Instead, he paused, seeming to ponder.
“Actually, I might have an idea.”
I knelt there,
hugging my chest and shivering at how even that felt amazing. “What
is it?”
If it isn't fucking me, I don't really care.
“
Stay here,”
he smiled, and part of me felt a sense of dread. He left the room,
but he wasn't gone long. Drake returned with a large bucket in his
hands. He looked proud of himself, but it left me wary.
“
What's that?”
“
A bucket,”
he laughed, shooting me a look that implied I was dumb for asking.
“Look, your problem is you can't train because you have all
that milk inside of you, right?”
“
Uh, I guess,”
I shrugged, not sure where he was going with this. He leaned in,
kneeling in front of me and sliding the bucket between us.
“
So, in the
interest of me fulfilling your contract and training you, I have an
idea. I can't fuck you, but, I'll help you out by milking you.”
I couldn't have
stared at him harder. “E-excuse me!?” I was going to slap
him, I was going to get up and storm out. I was going to do any
number of things... until he reached out, and cupped my breasts.
My body yearned for
pleasure, I arched into his touch helplessly as I groaned. Gingerly,
Drake rolled his thumbs over my nipples, squeezing the tips and
tugging downwards. I'm not sure what I expected, I was already dazed
with bliss, but when creamy milk squirted into the bucket I simply
moaned.
I was lost in a
world of warm liquid. Drake was far too talented, his palms massaging
my swollen tits, coaxing them to expel the milk inside. My clit
throbbed with every squeeze he made, until my pussy was soaking and
ruining my pants.
The sounds I made
were obscene, ridiculous, but I couldn't help it. My trainer was
milking me, and it was the best thing I had ever felt.
“
Tsk,”
he laughed, stroking my pliant flesh up and down. “You're
really filling this bucket up. Don't worry, we'll milk you dry, and
you'll be fine until next time.”
Next time... what
does he mean?
My worry flowed away
like the liquid from my tits. I was gasping, rocking in place, and
finally I slid my hands into my pants and rubbed furiously at my own
clit. The pressure built, my core melting as I felt the juices
pooling around my thighs where I rested. My clothes were wrecked, but
I just wanted to cum.
Drake tugged and
twisted my nipples again, and the orgasm crashed into me. I came
hard, shaking and squealing and feeling hot all over.
“
Oh, good
girl,” he chuckled, pouring more milk into the bucket. “It's
too bad I said I wouldn't fuck you, I bet you'd be a wild ride right
now.”
I want to fuck so
bad, though!
“
Please,”
I sobbed, my fingers digging deep into my slick tunnel. My muscles
hugged my digits tight, but I knew a cock would feel so much better.
“Please, Drake, let me fuck you!”
“
I can't, I
said I can only train you. That's our contract.”
Whimpering, I looked
into his eyes, seeing a hint at something there. A hunger, a desire
of his own, and I wondered if he wanted it as bad as I did. He
grinned, manipulating my tits again until I squealed.
“
Then... then
train me!” The words came out before I thought about them, my
mind too obsessed with passion to care about the implication. He must
have been intrigued, because his eyes twinkled with cruel mischief.
“
Oh? You want
to adjust our contract? Have me train this body of yours in a
different way?”
“
Yes,” I
panted, hearing my own cum as I pounded into my wetness. My clit
pulsed, still seeming to react to ever tug of my plump breasts. “Yes,
anything, train me however, just please fuck me!”
He smirked, hefting
my chest as if balancing it. “You want me to train these
breasts of yours to produce milk for me?”
“
Yes,” I
growled, arching my back, eyes squeezing shut.
“
You want me
to train that hungry cunt of yours, too?”
“
Oh god, yes!”
I couldn't take it, the ache inside of me was making it hard to
focus.
Drake gave my tits a
rough grab, the warm liquid shooting into the bucket almost
violently. “Alright, then. I guess I can fuck you, if I'll be
training you in all that.” He let me go, pushing me down onto
my back and hooking his arms under my knees.
I stared up at him,
breathing heavy, my face flushed with lust. Easily, he slid his pants
down, revealing a cock so perfect and thick, I started to rock my
hips to get it near me. Drake was kind, this time, and he slid that
fat tip over my slippery pussy, soaking it in my nectar.
“
You think you
can let me train you, this time, without complaining so much?”
“
Yes, yes,”
I babbled, hands digging into the padded floor.
“
I hope so,”
he whispered, his cock head spreading my walls as he pushed inside.
Everything in me lit up, my body shaking the deeper he went.
More, fuck, I
want more!
Drake was happy to
oblige, sinking in to the root and plunging my wet walls. “Arch
your back,” he commanded, and I did. “Spread your legs,”
he hissed, and I obeyed.
I did everything he
said, I would never argue again.
“
You're going
to love getting fucked by me, and milked by me,” he growled,
his pace rough, wild. “Not that you'll have a choice, you're
never going to stop producing milk in these nice new tits of yours.
You're stuck, Freya. But don't worry, I'll make sure to ease the
pressure, to give you release.”
What he said, it
filled me with a moment of dread. Yet also, there was an erotic
quality to it, something my heightened, aroused form found
intoxicating. He had done this to me, somehow, and I knew that
distantly. But it didn't help to try and understand that now, I had
other concerns.
His hands found my
tits, then his lips. Like my dream, he suckled me, fucking me all the
while. My own noise was all I heard, gyrating to take him as much as
I could. The heat built, easily, fast. I couldn't have held back if I
wanted to, but I clearly didn't want to.
In seconds, my pussy
was trembling, hugging his cock and sucking it in deeper. I came with
a scream, milk pouring from my nipples, and juice streaming down my
inner thighs. Still he fucked me, making me remember everything he
did.
His shaft twitched
in me, his own orgasm arriving. With a grunt, he released my breast,
cream trickling down my sternum as his own thick seed filled me up
inside. Everything felt so hot, so liquid.
Drake pulled free,
eliciting a whimper from me. “Shh,” he laughed. “Relax
for now, I'll get you something to drink.”
Gasping, I stared at
the inside of my eyelids, trying to calm down and make sense of all
this.
He returned, and
offered me a shake like the ones I had been drinking after our work
outs. I saw the bucket of my milk was gone, and blushed at the idea
of what I had allowed him to do. What I had
begged
him to do.
Finishing my drink,
licking my lips, I shot a nervous look at where he stood watching me.
“So,” I sighed. “Guess I won't be getting that
fitness model gig.” I hefted my breasts for emphasis, knowing I
looked too ridiculous for such a photo shoot now.
“
I wouldn't
worry about that,” he shrugged, reaching out to take the empty
shake container from me. As he did so, something in my brain clicked,
and I dropped the cup to the floor.
“
Oh god,”
I breathed, watching him with wild eyes. “The shakes. That's
how this happened, isn't it?”
Drake smiled, a slow
coil of his lips. Kneeling down, he kissed my cheek, fingers finding
my tender nipples, making me coo with his precise manipulation of my
body. “Maybe, perhaps I knew what I was doing to you all along.
Watching you cum in public, lose control, and pretending I didn't
notice any of it.” His teeth flashed. “Does it matter
now? Isn't this nice,” he tugged, and I felt my lower belly
clench with pleasure. “Isn't this a wonderful thing, to have
tits like these?”
It kind of is,
actually...
Biting my tongue to
hold back a moan, I was unsuccessful when he started teasing both
breasts. “Don't worry, Freya. I'll make sure to train you
right, just like you asked. You won't need that gig, I'll have you
help me, and we'll both be just fine. Just like I promised, I've
transformed you for the better.”
My words from the
first day slid into my mind. '
Alright, I'll give it everything
I've got. I'm ready to change my body.'
If I could have
laughed at my own foreshadowing, I would have.
Now, he's going to
milk me forever.
Somehow,
the idea didn't scare me. It only made my pussy tingle with desire
over what Drake might train me to do. Like I had promised, I would do
my best to not complain, and to not be late for our sessions.
I
didn't want to miss any of these new ones.
THE END
Thanks
for indulging in another story of mine!
If
you'd like to read some of my other works, I'll recommend;
For
a steamy, sexy tale full of BDSM and domineering chefs;
Yes,
Chef: Punishment & Patience
Yes,
Chef #2: Service & Submission
Her
True Nature
for the true lovers of dark, sexy stories full of reluctance,
humiliation, and bondage.
For
you wistful types, I think
Beguiling
the Crown
is a lovely tale of fate and choices with a bit of princess breeding.
For
some curvy blackmail romance, check out
Cruise
Line Curves
.
Or,
a sexy story about a young, voluptuous baker who gets in over her
head with a dominating billionaire who buys her failing business;
Cream
With Her Curves
More
curvy romance;
Curves
in the Sand
Monster
Hunter Conquest
- A series of books following the erotic
adventures of Siena Rovan, an unlucky, brash blonde whose encounters
with various monsters always end up with her as the prey. Each tale
in the series can be read as a stand alone.
Yielding
to the Rat Clan: Monster Hunter Conquest
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