Chapter 6
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I floated among the fluffy clouds without a care in the world. It felt like I was high in more than one way. If you know what I mean. All sorts of colors filled the sky around me. If I cared to concentrate it looked like the clouds were pulsating with ever changing colors. Not that I cared. My body positively buzzed with unimaginable pleasure as I floated without a care in the world.
Feminine giggles echoed around me from within the clouds. Every once in a while, I swore I caught a glimpse of a woman poking her head out, only to vanish. It was as if I imagined seeming her. I was simply too relaxed and blissful to care. Otherwise, I may have chased after the young maiden.
It wasn't until I felt warm, delicate hands upon my back that I realized I wasn't imagining things. Her singsong voice calmed my soul as I laid there, leaning into her embrace. Her body felt fluffy like the clouds, making everything confusing. Was she controlling the clouds or was she composed of the same fluffy material? On second thought, I didn't care. Her massage felt divine, relaxing me further into slumber and that's all that mattered.
My eyes felt heavy and soon it became difficult to keep them open.
"Sleep and dream," she cooed in a song I couldn't quite understand. Her sweet voice calmed my every nerve until all I could think of was, big luscious, milk filled breasts.
I laid there floating, drifting in and out of sleep. Meanwhile she gave me a full contact body massage. Part of me wished I could focus on her. To respectfully admire her of course. No other reason, honestly. The bliss she brought me deserved to be returned in kind. Alas I could do nothing but moan and drift back to sleep.
At one point I glimpsed curved horns like a ram, rigid and ending in sharp points. Her body covered in a fluffy layer of wool. And then my eyes closed at her suggestion once again.
Her hands roamed my relaxed flesh, and her body slid against mine. It went on and on for eternity. I dreamt of countless women. One or two at a time to several all around me. Somehow, I was always the center of attention. Not something you'd ever find me complaining about. During all of my erotic encounters it always ended with me longing for more. As if something vital was missing. My body longed for something I couldn't remember. A desire that grew colossal in time. It felt like I craved life itself. A hole had formed within me that no amount of pleasure could fill.
I found myself getting distracted while several women went down on me. Like the pleasure they brought me meant nothing to me anymore. I couldn't explain it. How could I get bored of being pampered and worshiped like a god? What was so important to make me want to leave this heaven?
Finally, I woke with a start, my body tensed within the tight bindings, feeling dehydrated and desperate for a drink.
I couldn't move and everything came rushing back. Captured and restrained. My body twitching in withdraw to that missing substance. The missing piece that pulled me from the blissful and endless dream. The milk...
"Thirsty!" I cried out to the empty room with my hoarse voice. How long had I been drifting in that spelled dream? My eyes were aching painfully and were difficult to keep open. I jumped--at least as far as my bindings would allow--when a fluffy body moved around me from behind, tickling my flesh.
The woman from my dreams came into view. Curved ram horns and a mischievous face. She had bright green eyes, a button nose and short golden blond hair cut just above her neckline. My eyes trailed down to her golden fleece covered body. Her breasts looked bare of the wool, and the thickness of her fleece thinned around her joins. I looked down her body, admiring the scandalous maid outfit she was wearing. It barely covered her hard nipples, and the skirt only came down to the base of her tight ass.
I gulped, recalling all the things she did to me in my dreams.
"Good morning sleepyhead," she whispered, biting her finger like a shy little minx.
My head still spun as I struggled to stay awake. Each time she rubbed her fluffy fleece against my bare flesh I felt dizzy and groggy. That explained why I had slept so long. My body felt like it had way too much rest, muscles aching from lack of use.
I looked back at her thin lips as she struggled to stifle a giggle. "Pleasant dreams sir?"
"Uhh," I replied, unsure of myself. I felt thirsty as hell but strangely turned on by her presence at the same time. It felt as if she'd been toying with me for days on end. Either that or my addiction was beyond my control already. I desperately needed a drink and I squirmed in my bindings as a result. "Do... you have any, uh, milk?"
She laughed so hard she had to grab her perky chest, mouth open wide, revealing sharp canines. It gave her a frightening appearance. Like a fluffy, friendly sheep-girl had a dark side. She leaned in against me and my head spun as her fleece came in contact with my bare skin. It's affect distracted me from those firm breasts pressing against me.
"Do I look like a cow?" She cooed sultrily, nuzzling into the crook of my shoulder blade.
"Nooo, but..." I replied, hopeful, "m-maybe you can... get some?"
"What's in it for me?" She stared up at me with large green doe like eyes, fluttering her lashes all cute like. When she arched an eyebrow, I felt my heart skip a beat.
My head was spinning and drooping fast because of her touch. It felt like I was spinning down an endless whirlpool. "What want?" I managed to get out with an intense struggle, mumbling the words. She giggled and spun away from me until only her ass was pressed back against me. The spinning stopped suddenly, and I tried to shake the drowsiness from my head. The straps were really getting on my nerves by the way. My body ached from lack of movement for such a long expanse of time.
Of course, that didn't stop my lower body from reacting to her plump bottom. My aching, throbbing member stood at attention between her thighs. I could feel the heat radiating from her bare, dripping pussy. I couldn't help but look down, noticing the maid's skirt didn't cover any of that ripe, tight ass.
"I want fucked like one of your hocows," she said in a squeaky voice, pressing back against me. Mentioning my lovely cows made me quiver with need. Returning my mind to the only thing that mattered to me and my addiction.
"Then I get milk?"
"Sure stud," she giggled, wiggling her bum against me. The small amount of fleece touching me kept a pleasant buzz going. Not enough to make me dizzy or pass out, thankfully. I bucked my hips as hard as I could but all I managed was to slide my dick between her thighs. "Give me all you got!" She moaned, tightening her thighs.
I groaned as I tried my best to line myself up to her slick pussy, however with my body restrained, I could barely move. Clearly, she was toying with me, but my desperate mind couldn't rationalize the notion, so I bucked and bucked. She pressed back each time, rubbing her slick pussy lips along my thick pole.
"Come on baby, fuck me already!" She whined playfully. I could hear the mischief in her voice, but my blood boiled all the same. I wanted... no I needed my fix damn it! I needed to get another taste of that alluring substance. And I'd do anything to get it. To have unlimited access to it! I grunted as I bucked so hard, she almost got flung forward. Instead, she simply giggled, grabbing hold of her knees and bounced back against me. Her exposed butt jiggling with the impact as the skirt flew up her waist, revealing even more naked flesh.
Normally the thought of a servant girl not wearing any underwear beneath her uniform would have drove me wild with lust. My mind however went completely blank as the pleasure soared high and higher. I stood there blindly thrusting between her surprisingly thick thighs for such a petite girl. Before long I found myself chanting, "Obedience is pleasure, obedience is pleasure..."
"Oh no, did I break your mind?" She giggled, thrusting back against me. Then she rolled her hips, putting on a sexy dance before me. She ran her hands up the curves of her swaying body. I just kept on chanting, thrusting and bucking hard and eager. 'Did I turn all your thoughts to mush?"
Before long I grunted out in pure bliss, giving one last hard thrust. I felt the strap around my waist snap. The fleece sprite kept her thighs pressed together tightly as she felt my dick pulse between them.
"Oh yes! Give in to your desires, cum yourself stupid for me stud!"
I couldn't hold back, crying out in bliss as I once again sprayed the floor with my jizz. My mind floated up into the clouds. The buzzing high felt just like all the times in my dreams and a part of me knew it was from contact with her fluffy wool but didn't care one bit. My empty mind pictured oceans of white, endless field of milk. Or had my vision just gone white from climatic bliss? Who knew such things...?
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Far off in another building another woman cried out in climatic bliss. Mistress Nyx has been watching and edging for hours on end before things on the monitor truly got interesting. Her hand a blur between her legs as her whole body shook violently. Her chest heaved in deep breaths, hair soaked and tousled, matted against her flesh. How long had it been since she brought herself to such a massive orgasm? All she knew was she wanted more as she continued to strum her sensitive clit.
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Back in the room though, the fleece sprite maid had her own orgasm riding on Anubys' big dick like a bronco. Her legs shook, threatening to give out under her. She glanced over her shoulder, about to taunt the man again. He appeared bigger than she remembered. As if his entire body had grown in height and thickness. There were even two horns forming on the sides of his head. Small but in the shape of a bull's. She even noticed the thick leather straps straining to hold the beast captive. She felt her heart flutter at the thought of him breaking free and ravishing her. All for the promise of milk. Her cheeks heated as she smiled submissively. She had been ordered not to release him. Would she get punished if he broke free on his own?
Anubys stood there panting like a bull in heat. His entire upper body heaving with each deep breath. She gulped, feeling small and weak beneath his piercing gaze. Feelings that only fueled her desires to be fucked senseless like the hocows she watched on the monitors the night before. The maid had been caught masturbating by her mistress and received a climatic spanking as a result. It had truly surprised her when Mistress Nyx had ordered her to follow along. Even more so when she left suddenly, giving permission to play with the man. She couldn't stand it anymore and acted before she let herself cower out of it. Lowering onto her hands and knees, placing her face down to the floor. She licked up his fresh, hot sperm while wiggling her cute butt.
"Fuck me like one of your hocows!" She moaned between licks.
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I had been strapped up and teased endlessly. Brought to the edge of cumming, only to be denied time and time again. Sure, I eventually got to cum and it was always amazing, but I was still being teased and taunted! I needed more than hands and thighs damn it! I wanted to feel her tight pussy quiver and squeeze me like a velvet glove as I brought her to countless orgasms! If that's what I had to do to get more milk, then I was going to find a way!
I strained against my bindings, feeling them strain. Already my waist was free which gave me more room to maneuver. Oddly enough the straps felt weaker as I flexed all my muscles. They groaned as they began to tear. The sheepgirl was on her hands and knees licking up my fresh cum. But that wasn't what was driving me crazy. It was how she kept mentioning my hocows and wiggling that tight, sexy ass before my eyes. Tauntingly...
"Arrrggg!" I grunted and strained against my bindings with all my might. One by one they snapped, and I was suddenly free! I pounced like a large, hungry jungle cat, grabbing her hips and pulling her back against me. She was so wet that my bulging hardon pressed right against her lips and slid within. She gave no resistance until about a quarter of my dick entered her slick tunnel. Only then did her body resist, squeezing against me.
In my blinded rut I could have just pushed onward, splitting her in half. But alas I didn't. I stopped, pulled back and thrust again. The vibration of her singsong voice crying out in bliss drove me completely wild.
"Yes! Just like I always dreamed," she purred submissively, placing her face against the cold floor, ass held up in my hands as I pounded her from behind. My hands were tingling within her thick golden fleece. My hard thrusts became slowly and sluggish as my mind buzzed and spun.
Somehow despite myself I kept up a steady rhythm, slow and sluggish was still a rhythm, okay?!
Soon I was floating on the clouds again. Only this time I wasn't alone. The submissive minx was with me, taking each thrust with gleeful squeals. Her body squeezed me tightly just like I imagined.
Colors flashed all around me, spinning my mind into oblivion until I couldn't take it anymore and collapsed on top of her. My arms wrapped around her curves, rising until I cupped both covered breasts and squeezed. All the while my hips kept rocking. No longer thrusting into her but still we fucked among the clouds as my mind began to float away. One of her hands reached up, tugging at her uniform, freeing her perky breasts for my hands.
We were but two moaning messes grinding upon one another. When suddenly a door burst open, and the clouds fell out from under me as if a great wind had blown them away. My shocked expression made my cheeks heat up as I looked upon my mistress standing in the doorway panting. Her hair a complete mess no longer in a tight ponytail. Her corset had been loosened at the top making her large breasts hang at the precipice of freedom. Even her black skirt had been pulled down her hip on one side, revealing the defined V of her lower belly.
Nyx clung to the doorframe staring at me with a hunger I had never seen. Her cold, calculating deminer had been replaced by a wanton harlot. Her eyes were even glowing supernaturally.
"Mine!" she panted. That's when I noticed her legs were soaked.
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Chapter 7
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My brain kept feeling the clouds rising and I struggled to keep my eyes open as I held onto the fleece sprite for dear life. Her wool felt so soft I didn't want to let go even as the world spun around me. Nyx suddenly appearing in the doorway like a black hole, pulling me in, made me want to stay awake though.
I don't know if it was the dream like state, I was in, but my mistress' skin was flushed and darkening until it looked like a dark shade of ash grey. Her blood red hair was no longer in a tightly pulled ponytail and looked to be in complete shambles. Her eyes were glowing, and their colors kept swirling like in my dreams. Flashing between all colors of the rainbow and they swirled and swirled in endless pools that pulled me in supernaturally.
I'd never seen her so out of it, so needy and vulnerable. She needed to be fucked hard and I was at her disposal. The fleece sprite beneath me bucked back against me and I groaned, remembering I was already fucking someone. My sluggish mind tried to chuckle realizing, my disheveled mistress would have to wait her turn...
Nyx didn't look like a woman that waited for anything. She rushed forward, hips swaying like the smug seductress she was. "Move!" She spoke loudly and the maid whimpered, squirming to get out of the way. I held on tight though, feeling so close to cumming deep within her tight pussy. My confused and fuzzy mind couldn't keep up with everything, so, I just let my instincts take control. And they wanted to cum.
"Fuck maid like hocow, get milk!" I yelled out, grinding against the sprite, feeling my one-track mind buzzing. I only cared about getting my fix!
"I've got the milk you want stud!" Nyx moaned, ripping her corset--metal clamps flew, clattering around the room--and tossing it to the side. Her large, gravity defying breasts bounced before my drooping eyes, the fluffy fleece was still threatening to put me under. My heart pounded within my chest as I stared up at Nyx, jaw dropping. Like magic the clouds fluttered away along with the rest of the room. My gaze zooming into tunnel vision, locking onto one hard, puffy nipple and the beading drop of moisture there, about to drip.
My mistress has milk? She wasn't a holstaur... my mind buzzed with withdraw and I felt myself lean back, pushing up off the fleece sprite maid's back. My dick throbbing within her tight snatch. I could feel her pulse through the undulating walls of her pussy, in tune with my heartbeat, racing fast.
Nyx closed the distance fast, grabbing my head, pulling me towards her as she leaned down. Our lips met like fierce warriors, tongues intertwining. She tasted sweet, like fruit. Everything about her was changing before my stunned eyes. Like her dominate aura, it was suddenly flowing off her in waves, powerful tsunami waves smacking me in the face. Each breath I took made my head spin in a completely different way than the fleece sprite's fluffy wool. This wasn't making me sleepy, instead it made me horny as fuck, as if my blood was boiling inside my veins.
She held my head firmly as we made out, forgoing all else. The maid kept rolling her hips, attempting to get me to attend her needs while she had the chance. But everything was throbbing, from my veins in my neck, down to my dick, I felt a surge of power flowing through me.
"Cum for me stud!" The fleece sprite whined, trying to get my attention. Sadly, for the petite woman, I couldn't hear her, even as I kept my hands firmly holding her hips.
Nyx pulled back, biting my lip in the process. She stared at me with those glowing, swirling eyes. I was instantly transfixed, unable to look away or blink. "Pull out now!" Her words were spoken softly but in a tone that echoed around the room. My body obeyed without hesitation, ignoring the sprite's whimpered complaints. I pushed her aside, I wasn't rude about it I just instinctively obeyed my mistress. And Nyx was smiling ear to ear, revealing sharp canines. She looked frantic and desperate, exactly how I felt.
"Lean back." Her words were under-layered with something else, like another entity entirely. The other voice echoed within my mind as she spoke. The odd feeling sent shivers down my body. I couldn't focus on what the otherworldly voice said before my body obeyed mistress' command. My muscles flinched as I laid upon the cold floor, heart racing out of control.
With the maid I felt powerful, even with the cow women, I felt in control, and I liked it. Not under Nyx's gaze though. Under the mistress I felt weak, and not in a pathetic way, more like how I imagine the other women felt around me. My desire to be dominate and in charge was diminished entirely around my mistress. I felt a rush of pleasure obeying her wishes, in the act of pleasing her. Obedience was pleasure after all.
It was the type of rush you hold your breath in anticipation for the coming wild ride. That's exactly how I felt as I looked up at her leg move, straddling my waist. My cheeks might have been beat-red in submission, but I was eager as I could be. The way her tight, toned leg muscles looked, all shinny with her juices dripping down them. The black skirt hid nothing from me at this angle. I found myself ogling her bare pussy. The strangest thing was happened before my eyes. As Nyx gulped in large breaths of air her nether lips fluttered as if they were breathing on their own. I couldn't help but picture how those lower lips would feel when she took me.
When I finally looked further up her toned abs to her mouthwatering breasts, I caught her eyes staring back at me between the cavernous cleavage of her heaving tits. I had never seen her looking so eager, and desperate. As if all the control she worked so hard to maintain had been let loose. My dick twitched knowing I had been the cause. Being the source of her wild desires made me giddy like a nervous, yet excited virgin. My breath had become short and heavy in anticipation.
My gaze quickly returned to her nipples though. Despite how gorgeous she was, or how alluring those swirling, colorful eyes were, I only could focus on getting my fix. A part of me wanted to disobey her command, to lean forward and take that teat between my dry lips. The way she stood there, staring down at me, made me think she was daring me to do just that. I bit my lip, struggling to remain on the floor as commanded.
I could see the smirk form on her lips on the edge of my vision. I remained still, despite the struggle, for my mistress. Anything for my goddess.
"Good pet," she purred, dropping down onto my belly suddenly. The impact knocked the air out of my lungs, making me grunt out loud. Her manic laughter sent chills down my entire body as I watched her breasts bounce. They were so close now, jiggling before my eyes. I licked my dry lips, wanting nothing more than to latch onto that puffy nipple and suckle like a good boy.
Her appearance had completely changed but she also felt more solid, not necessarily heavier. She rocked her hips, moaning as she spread her love juices all over me.
"I've been looking forward to this for days." She said, staring down at me like a piece of prime meat. I looked back up to her face, confused. Had it not been just the other day she was in here toying with me? How long did the fleece sprite keep me under?
My panicking thoughts were interrupted as Nyx adjusted herself, now pinning my erection between us. I moaned as she plopped her weight back onto me, grinding, and sliding along the length of my hard dick. My gaze returned to her swaying tits, and I licked my lips again. Damn I was so thirsty.
"See something you like?" She purred seductively, I nodded quickly in response.
"May I?" I said, my voice barely a whisper as I gulped. I felt chills when she smiled down at me knowingly, clearly liking my submission. The ash skinned lesser succubus cupped her breasts, squeezing them together. A single drop fell from her hard nipple, and I watched as if in slow motion as it fell, landing on my lip. I groaned as my whole body shuddered beneath her.
I can't be held accountable for my actions after that moment. Okay? I had this growing addiction and I had just been given a sample of the divine elixir presented before me. That one drop sparked a greedy, uncontrolled rush within me. I acted before my mind caught up with me.
My strong hands shot up, joining her hands, cupping her large tits. Mere milliseconds later my upper body shot up to join them, locking onto that nipple like an arrow towards the bullseye, latching on like my life depended on it. My cheeks inhaled and the whole world melted away. Spicy, unnatural milk flowed between my lips. I brought both hands to that teat and squeezed, hoping to get more.
My mistress cooed sweetly, bringing her hands around my head, holding me tightly against her.
"Gooood boy," she purred, "this is where you always belonged."
I would have agreed with her but that would have required me to release her nipple and no, I wasn't going to do that. Instead, I moaned in response, sucking harder.
Her milk tasted completely different than the Holstaurs' creamy elixir. Nyx's had this strong taste of corruption mixed in with it. I had been withheld from my addiction for so long though I couldn't stop myself. I didn't care if it tasted off. I mean don't get me wrong it was the most delicious substance I'd ever tasted. It's just that a part of me could tell humans were not meant to taste such corruptive, mind-altering ambrosia.
I drank so much I could feel it filling my belly. But instead of feeling satisfied, I felt desperate for more. I could feel it spreading throughout my body. As if it's magic was seeping into my blood stream. My already tense muscles were bulging, growing bigger in every sense. Even my skin flushed a brownish red. It looked like I had a nice sun touched tan. The two horns on my head grew thicker and longer, twisting with demonic influenced corruption.
When I next opened my eyes, I saw my mistress in a new light. My orbs felt so different, bigger, seeing more detail than ever before. My goddess stared down at me still smiling ear to ear. Her sharp fangs reflected my newly formed, glowing orange serpent-like eyes.
"There's plenty more my pet," she purred, pulling my head towards her other breast. My fate had already been sealed and I switched nipples without a second thought. "Ahh, yes, there you go!" She cried out, her entire body shaking. "Drink my foolish hero..."
With one hand holding the back of my head Nyx brought the other down my body for leverage. She propped her hips up until my large third leg stood proudly at attention. My half-lidded eyes watched a blissful expression flutter across her face as she brought her wet pussy to my cock.
Even I shuddered in pure pleasure as her tight, unnatural snatch took my ever-growing member. The way she squeezed me felt like a hand descending my length. A vice grip that undulated like a mouth. I had never in all my life felt anything so amazing, so demonic. Why did I ever resist this goddess of a woman?
It didn't take long before her pelvic bone slammed down against mine. She took my length in one swift motion like no human woman ever could. Her milk may have been driving me insane with lust, but that pussy? It ruined me for any other woman, and we haven't even started to fuck yet.
My hands gave up the precious breasts they were worshipping to slide down her divine body. I savored every toned line of defined muscles on the way down to her hips. With my large, powerful hands in place we started the marathon event that would change us both.
I raised her hips a full foot and my dick remained within her. Her nether lips squeezed around my tip like a starving mouth, or a hand unwilling to let go. I groaned, half tempted to hold her there, enjoy the pleasure while teasing her. To gain a little pay back for all she has done to me. But truth be told, I was as desperate for this as she was. Her legs started shaking as I held her at bay before I slammed her hips back down. Both of our grunts and moans rung in our ears, and the slap echoed loudly until it became a rhythm as I repeated the action.
The only thing louder than our bodies slamming together was Nyx screams of climatic bliss. I drank from her breast as I made her body convulse repeatably. If I could have focused, I'm sure I would have gloated about how many times I made her cum. However, my mind was buzzing from demonic corruption, and I couldn't stop myself from devouring more of her milk. I was on a mission to drink her dry. The pleasure of our fuck was but a bonus.
"Fuck me stud!" She cried out, entire body shaking violently. I obeyed my mistress and sped up, pulling her against me harder. She screamed so loud I swore my ears were going to burst and then she sprayed, squirting all over me. My hands slid down to squeeze that tight ass, holding her as she spasmed against me.
Her body went limp, and I was forced back onto the ground. The act pushed me off her breast and knocked the wind out of me on impact to the cold floor. She laid their panting for breath, and I was dazed and unfocused. It felt like I had been drugged as the world spun around me. I was truly on cloud nine now, unable to function, riding out the bliss.
We laid there for a couple minutes before my hard on twitched, reminding us that my larger body wasn't quite satisfied yet. She cooed in the nook of my neck, lightly kissing my burning, sweating flesh. My blood was already boiling, I couldn't wait any longer. I rolled us over until I had my mistress beneath me, her long legs quickly wrapped around my waist, interlocking her ankles, and I took that as permission. Even though I felt so powerful I still would have stopped if she said to. I was hers, entirely, now and forever.
I slammed into her, staring at her chest and those mouth-watering, mommy milkers bounced. She whimpered all cute like, pussy squeezing me hard each time I bottomed out, reluctant to allow me to pull out again. I grunted and kept it up, ramming home time and time again. Each time her pussy tightened like a vice, holding that grip as I pulled out. It was the most divine feeling in the world. Okay, second best to the taste of that addicting milk. If I was being honest. Anyways, soon I was struggling to pull back after each powerful thrust. It felt like her pussy was milking me!
Nyx laid there in bliss, squeezing her breasts for me with one hand, putting on a show. I felt my pleasure peak as by body twitched on the next thrust. She felt it too, smiling that sinister smirk at me, tightening her legs. Her other hand came around my back, digging her nails into my flesh as she pulled me closer. I didn't want it to end and tried to pull out again but couldn't. Once again surprised with how strong she was. Both in body and spirit, my goddess. A title well deserved i my opinion.
My body started to shake as I rode the edge. A dangerous ledge a very small part of me feared going over. It was that part of me that still wanted to resist. To fight back against the corruption. It felt like a tickle in comparison with everything else. Like an annoying tick I was eager to flick away. She stared up at me knowingly, watching the battle raging within my mind. Once upon a time I had fought against this woman, besting her, ruining her plans. Now though?
"What's wrong pet, afraid you'll cum all those pesky thoughts away?"
Alarm bells wet off as I realized I could feel the last pieces of myself drifting away. The man I was before had changed so much since my capture. I barely even thought of my past life. My every desire now based around the taste of milk. What a strange thing to be addicted to.
My dick twitched within her tight pussy and my thoughts derailed again, my body shook. Some how I held on to that delicate string that was about to snap. Everything that used to matter to me was dangling on the end of that string and the demon beneath me knew it. She smiled wickedly, showing off those pearly white fangs before licking her lips.
"It's too late to resist baby... give in, cum for me." She licked her lips again, before biting the corner of her lower lip. I stared down at her on the precipice of losing control. My body tingled in bliss at her silky, seductive voice. Like music to my ears. Yet, I held off. Despite my body quivering so close to giving in. My dick swelled larger than I ever felt it swell before. Her milk truly did unnatural things to my body. Her unnatural pussy had clamped down on my like a vice, preventing me from pulling out. Not that I could have anyways with her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, her sharp nails of one hand digging into my back. She had me right where she wanted me. I never stood a chance if I had ever wanted to resist her charms.
"Become the ranch stud you were always destined to become. Cum for me." Her voice carried an edge of demonic influence that stuck me like a rockslide. My body jerked the moment she said it and I pushed hard, trying to get deeper within her body. Her legs tightened ever more as she laughed. "Yes, cum, CUM for me, lose yourself forever!"
"FUCK!" I screamed...
My body reacted instantly, like the dam had burst open. My mind went blank with pure white pleasure sparking every nerve within me. It was an entire body climax and it lasted so long I would never recover. I felt my entire life drain from my bursting cock. Every bit of resistance, past life, and independent thought drained right out of my swollen, aching balls.
Time stretched on for an eternity as my body convulsed, shaking in her embrace.
By the time my orgasm died down I knelt there on my knees panting, staring down at my goddess with nothing but pure devotion and eagerness for another round. My Demonic Minotaur body was covered in a layer of sweat. It had grown so much from that annoying hero i once was. Now standing at seven feet, body built like a brick, thick with muscles.
"There's a good boy," she purred, "ready to take your place as my Ranch Stud?"
"Yes ma'am," I replied with my deep voice that bellowed from deep within my chest. I felt my dick twitch within her slick nether lips again. Mistress Nyx giggled, before propping herself up on her elbows.
"I know a bunch of hocows that'll be eager to serve you baby."
Betty and the others flashed before my eyes and my body shuddered. Oh, how I craved to have my way with all of them. I was but a servant to my mistress, but she was giving me my own harem and I couldn't have been happier.
"Thank you, mistress," I slid my hands up her sides, admiring her toned body. She laughed, slapping my hands away.
"We'll have plenty of time for that later my pet. Now go, indulge to your hearts content." She shooed me away and despite my desire to continue rutting with my mistress, I obeyed. A calm bliss fell over my mind as I pulled out of her tight pussy. The way she squeezed me so perfectly made me quiver with desire as I heard the echoing pop when my cock slid free.
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I walked into the stalls, taking a deep breath. My lungs filled with the strong, potent scent of my addiction, and I sighed, remembering why I had given in so completely. The man I was before had been stripped away. Now I lived to serve my mistress.
I smiled wide when I saw the sight before me. All of my hocows were lined up with their asses wiggling in the air. Just like I imagined it, faces down, asses up. Betty glanced over her shoulder, giving me the once over. I will never forget the way her body shook as she looked over my new body. She bit her lip in pure devotion and anticipation. My dick twitched, I wanted her more than any other. Not counting our mistress, mind you. Betty's eyes fluttered and I noticed her juices flowing down her legs.
"Mine," I said in my deep voice, biting my lip as Betty squealed beneath my strong hands when I slid them over her ripe ass.
"All yours," Betty whimpered, "take us master."
I took my time, enjoying each and every one of them. My body never tired, fueled on demonic milk. I wondered if it would always be so or if I'd need recharged eventually. Just the thought of suckling from my mistress made my body quiver in anticipation. It took all day to satisfy each holstuar, and I couldn't have been happier. That night we all slept curled up in the massive, comfortable bed. I was their stud as they were mine. I dreamt of all the things we'd get up to in the coming days. Pleasure soared through my body until I woke, finding Betty between my legs, attending to my needs.
I loved it here!