Ugh...nngh..."
A small moan escapes Jeremy's tightly clenched lips. He had prepared himself for the worst, expecting the jackal to be vicious, but to his surprise, the monster is gently groping him.
It's a far cry from fondling. His gentle touching and pressing against Jeremy's bulging breasts is more observation than s*xual play.
"Ahhh... hmm, mmnnn..."
The middle-aged man can feel the tickling sensation even at the most gentle touch. His nipples, so sensitive, stiffen at the slightest friction - elongated, plump nipples that have been sucked for years.
"I can't believe you can still leak so much milk after all these years in a glass tube. Nothing like the report."
Not long after Jeremy was taken into Asterios' custody, the factory reported that the escaped human—in this case, Jeremy—had been producing less milk lately. But look now, Jeremy's body is so healthy that he would squirt milk whenever he is touched. His nipples are taut and slightly reddened, as if ready to burst with milk at the slightest touch. Asterios is amazed that the man can still produce so much milk.
"I suppose human livestock don't get to experience the taste of fresh milk."
"Ugh...nngh...mmnnnh..."
Enough playing under the apron, Asterios' black hand snatches at the helpless piece of cloth. Then, with a snap, one of the apron's straps is released, revealing the man's rounded, shapely chest in the air. Only one breast is exposed, but the jackal doesn't care. He sniffs and sniffs, almost burrowing his snout into the bulging flesh, leaving wet marks on the pale, soft-textured areola.
The act tickles the sensitive spot, causing Jeremy to involuntarily flail his arms and legs—but then he realizes he is staying still. It's so quiet he's forgotten his limbs are still being held by the jackal's alter egos.
"I'm not usually a big fan of human milk, but this isn't bad."
The jackal's snout splits, revealing sharp teeth. He rolls his hot, wet tongue over Jeremy's nipple and scratches the top of the areola with his teeth, causing a pale, pineal-like milk to form around the nipple.
Unprocessed human milk is much sweeter than the factory stuff. The Jackal can't tell if human milk is naturally sweet or if Jeremy Rogers is special. He just decides that it's not a bad experience to have his face half buried in a hot, swollen breast.
"AUNGH...! Now, wait... NGAHH...! I'm not in heat yet, I'm not in heat..."
Jeremy shudders as the tickling continues, but instead of strong stimulation such as nipple tugging or sucking, there is only tickling. He's about to say something when he notices that the jackal doesn't seem to be doing anything more violent.
Still, Jeremy thinks. If there's a choice, he'd rather be bred while he's in heat and half-conscious. Very sober in the head, Jeremy is embarrassed by the sight of the jackal's elongated ears within breathing distance. If he could, he would have pushed the jackal's head away with his hands.
The jackal is indeed well dressed and refined. That's what embarrasses Jeremy. But he is still a monster, Jeremy reminds himself. And every time he remembers that the jackal is a member of the canine family, a cruel and terrifying creature, a shiver runs down Jeremy's spine.
"Looks like you don't mind being touched."
Asterios says, running a finger over the other breast to make a point. Jeremy looks down only to blush at the sight of his wet breast.
Asterios continues to suck on one breast, leaving the other side empty, teasing the owner. Jeremy, still staring at what the jackal is doing to his one breast, suddenly feels his throat burning. He is thirsty. He wants the jackal to suckle the other breast as well.
Jeremy had denied that he was in heat, but he is afraid that the jackal might be right. He wants to bite his tongue in shame at the thought of having an assh0le that would shamelessly stare at anyone who touched it.
"What did I tell you about lying," Asterios says, "and since you're thinking about your gaping hole and wanting to get fvcked right now, you might as well tell me the truth."
The Jackal growls, clutching tightly at the breast on the side he hasn't sucked yet. He can forgive Jeremy for being moody, but he can't forgive the man for only needing him when he's so obviously floating with lust. This black creature is a terrible consequentialist. He even has a firm belief that his actions are right.
In the end, whatever the cause and effect, it is the intense copulation that makes Jeremy Rogers feel good. And while he may deny the act with his mouth alone, the shuddering, cumming, tightening of his hole can't lie.
"What... what are you saying, I don't want to have s*x or whatever right now..."
"Then what is this?"
Asterios asks, pressing his knee against the standing thing that was poking him in the waist from earlier. Jeremy's erect c0ck lifts the apron as high as it will go. And beneath the stiff pillar of flesh, the drooping testicles and the twitching, gaping hole are clearly visible. Only the human, boiled red to the neck, pretends to be oblivious.
"That, that..."
Jeremy stiffens as Asterios slips his hand under his apron and grabs his c0ck. Jeremy is more than embarrassed. He's embarrassed that he's gotten an erection from something as simple as being touched on the chest. To make matters worse, his lower abdomen also twitches in anticipation of the offer of mating.
Looking at the middle-aged man, whose face is flushed as if it might burst at any moment, and whose lips are parted, the jackal clicks his tongue in a small, low voice. Then he addressed the human in the way he usually used to silence his helpers.
"Your c0ck is hard, but you don't want it? No, you want to be fvcked now, and you even enjoyed it when you got dirty during mating."
"No...I don't..."
"Lying again. You say no one more time, you better be prepared because I'm going to chew your tongue out."
The Jackal had just warned Jeremy about lying three minutes ago. Now his patience ia wearing thin. He may have been tolerant of the human, but he can't stand to see him repeat the same mistakes over and over again because of his inferior learning abilities.
To think, Asterios has to teach the little sh*t something like that.
And so Asterios clamps down hard on Jeremy's two bulging breasts. Hard enough to expose the veins and bones on the backs of his hands. He squeezes the plump man's udders tightly before grabbing his erect penis and shaking it vigorously up and down.
"HEUKGH... GAAHKGHH...!!!"
Jeremy arched his back in shock. His eyes shoot up to the ceiling in horror. Something in his mind tells him that the Jackal is angry.
"You should have taken it when I gave you the chance, Jeremy Rogers. I don't take three."
"AH, IT HURTS...! HAKGH...!"
Jeremy's splayed limbs squirm. He panics. He wants to get away. The very intense s*xual stimulation has turned into a sharp sensation that pierces every inch of Jeremy's body.
Jeremy hisses. And choking. And flailing. And trying to break free of the Jackal's grip. But the jackal is having none of it. He nudges the little human here and there, arousing him. In a very nasty way.
"MNN, NNNGH... AHHHHHH!"
Eventually, the sound of harsh moaning comes out of the middle-aged man's mouth. His face contorts. It is a different experience to be surrounded by tentacles of various shapes. Ten hands run over his body, arousing him. Some move along his inner thighs, tracing the lines of his muscles, while others explicitly squeeze his urethra and rub his glans. The throbbing shaft, ready to release its load at any moment, writhes in the black grip.
"You look like you're dying."
Asterios searches Jeremy's mind. There is no image of the wild blonde. Now that he knows Jeremy Rogers is focused only on the sensations he is giving, Asterios' raging irritation begins to subside.
Nevertheless, the punishment will continue. For the Jackal loves to see the helpless middle-aged man tormented. He likes to punish him in a rather sadistic way.