And oh it felt so good.
Asiana fell back onto the bed, her face flushed, her eyes wide as the mouths captured the hard nubs of her nipples in their strange lips. The hungry sucking pulsed through her, turning her every muscle to water, sending her head spinning as her milk engorged breasts quivered. “Ah. Ah! Ahnnnn!” Asiana moaned as the dam burst. As her hot cream spilled into the hungry mouths, sucked away and into them. The sensation surged through her. Enthralled her. She fisted the blankets of the bed, moaning and gasping, her hips twitching as her core grew hot. Molten. Tender and needy.
Their hunger was unquenchable. Those two monstrous lips didn’t let up. They guzzled her milk, sucking, massaging. Teasing her.
“Oh yes. Very nice,” Luxa said as she watched the leathery sack slowly fill with the dancer’s warm cream. “It’s working wonderfully. Don’t you think so?”
“Nnnnn!”
“Hm? What was that? You want me to lick out your hot pussy while you’re being milked by my toy?”
“Nnnn!”
“Oh, well, if you insist.”
Asiana barely registered the demoness as she crawled between her legs, her dark wings fluttering, sending a sudden gust of that spicy scent wafting into her face. She didn’t even quite realize her legs were being parted, her pussy bared. Only when that sinful, teasing tongue dipped into her hot box did she even start to understand what was happening.
“W-wait. I- ooooooooo!”
Her protest died as the demoness began to lick her, teasing her. And when she did, as if sensing the assault of their creator, the mouths on her breasts suddenly sucked hard.
“Oh fuuuuuuuuuck!” Asiana screamed as she came, her milk gushing into the hungry mouths, her hips quivering as her hot juices were devoured by the demoness, Luxa’s tongue slithering into her cunt, impossibly good, impossibly skilled, seeming to know exactly where to move, to stroke, to touch and tease that would send the helpless dancer wild.
Asiana cried out again, her chest rising, pushing into the hungry cups. And, as her breasts gave up their milky bounty, they began to shrink. Returning to a more natural size, though certainly still ample. It took Asiana a moment to recognise this, her mind so lost in the throes of pleasure the world around her seemed more a dream than anything else.
Her heart pounded in her chest. Her pussy throbbed with lingering pleasure as Luxa lifted her face from between the dancer’s olive-skinned thighs. Her tongue snaked around her lips as the demoness looked down at the cups, still sucking, although the dancer’s ample breasts had since gone dry.
“Mmm. An excellent haul. You were born to be a milk cow, slut.”
“M-my name… ah… is A-Asiana,” the dancer gasped, twitching in the afterglow of her orgasms.
“Aww. You still have some pride. That is just adorable.”
“I-“ Asiana yelped as the demoness grabbed the sucking cups and pulled them off, the cups popping free with no small effort. The demoness unhooked the wineskin from the end of the device and plucked a small vial from her belt. Carefully, she filled it with the milk, the warm cream thick and rich.
“Oh yes,” Luxa breathed as she lifted the vial, examining its rich bounty. “That came out beautifully.”
“W-wait,” Asiana gasped. “That’s… that’s all you needed?”
“It is indeed.”
“But… but why did you take so much, then?”
“Oh, the rest is for me,” Luxa said. Meeting the dancer’s eyes, smirking, the demoness put the wineskin to her lips and tilted it back.
Asiana gaped as the demoness guzzled her fresh cream, sucking it down, throat working hungrily. Asiana felt a flush again wash over her face, and her pussy grew hot once more at the lewd display. Her breasts gave a warm tingle at the sight and she swallowed thickly.
But that was nothing to the changes in Luxa.
Before Asiana’s eyes the demoness’s horns seemed to uncurl, the tips growing upward like a bull’s. The demoness’s body seemed to swell, her arms growing toned, and her breasts… Gods. Her breasts positively swelled, stretching the fabric of her gown until gaps in the cloth could be seen, revealing crimson flesh.
Luxa squeezed the last few drops onto her long tongue, then licked her lips, tossing the skin away. “Mmm. Warm and fresh. You’re simply delicious, my pretty cow.”
“Wh-what? How…”
Luxa quirked a smile. “Oh, don’t worry about it, my pretty slut. I’m afraid my nature reasserts itself quickly.”
Indeed, even as she spoke, the demoness’s proportions had already begun to resume her normal proportions. Her horns curling, her figure’s Amazonian frame receding for her ample, but still powerful form.
Luxa examined her hand. “Hmm. See? Oh, but are you disappointed? Did you maybe want to get a chance to milk a demon’s tits?”
Asiana bit her lower lip. “N-no!” she gasped.
“Oh? Then I guess you’re ready for your next partner.”
“My what!”
Luxa laughed. “You didn’t think that idiot Gor was the only essence I was looking for, did you? Oh no,” the demoness purred. “We have more to do, my dear.”
Asiana pushed herself back on the bed as the demoness prowled forward onto the bed, golden eyes shining like a panther’s in the dark. The dancer’s heart beat faster in her ample chest as the statuesque woman loomed over her, the touch of her silken gown tingling against Asiana’s oh so sensitive skin. “L…let’s just get this over with.”
“Good girl,” the demoness said as her wings engulfed them.
The Lizardman
Few lived in the bayous of western Istanov. Even before the reign of the monster and the Duke of Ashes’ campaign, the region had been known and rumoured to house dark things. Cruel things. The few communities which dared to establish themselves lived in homes elevated above the winding streams and steamy forests. And of those, there had always been strange rumors. Rumors that their people were not entirely human. That deals had been struck which spared the communities from the strange things which lurked in the maze of waterways.
Asiana knew none of this. As she walked through the mangroves and the ankle high waters, she only knew she already hated the place. She had been born in the desert kingdoms and spent all her life among the sands and palaces, but never had she known such humidity! Sweat rolled off her, tracing its way down the valley of her plush breasts and along her thighs. Sliding along the crease of her bum and framing her velvet cunt. Of course Luxa hadn’t given her any clothes. The bitch.
Asiana sighed, wiping some sweat from her brow. She was annoyed. But more than that, aroused, which only increased her annoyance. The demoness had given her simple instructions for this. Explained to her what was expected of her. And much to Asiana’s chagrin, the prospect had warmed her core and made her tingle with expectation.
That was… more than a little disconcerting. Even when she had been a dancer, pleasure of the flesh had been more a means to an end. She had enjoyed it, certainly, but had never felt a quickening of the blood and desire like now. And even after awakening from the brutal fucking by the minotaur, her body even more curvaceous than she recalled, she looked back on the memories with a pang of sweet arousal.
It was a strange thought. Surely… surely she couldn’t like this? Surely this couldn’t be something she enjoyed. Being fucked and used like a living cock sleeve by monsters. No. No, it couldn’t be. It had to be because of the potion Luxa had given her. Yes. That explained it. That was why…
Something splashed.
Asiana froze. She glanced back. So lost in her thoughts she hadn’t noticed how the normally raucous swamp had grown silent and still. A sense of tension raced up her spine. Her muscles tightened. The moment grew long. Long.
Something hissed.
She bolted.
Her footsteps slapped the water as she ran. Her heart rose in her throat as she heard pursuit. Something large crashing through the fronds. Chasing her. She panted, her lungs burning, her legs thro
wing her forward frantically. Her heart was beating like a kettle drum. Her mind racing.
The prey. The fear of the prey. But something else as well. Even as she ran. Even as panic raced through her like electricity, she felt something else. Something more. Her core was like a molten weight beneath her stomach. Her pussy was wet. Excitement thrummed through her.
She wanted to be caught.
The realization shocked her so much she stumbled. No. No! Surely… surely she couldn’t. Surely she didn’t want to be captured by whatever pursued her.
Yet the claims Luxa had made of what would seek her echoed in the dancer’s mind. The thought of the creature which pursued her, which desired her, which would chase her down, take her, and mate with her, the conquering beast, sent waves of warmth through her curvy frame.
She staggered to a halt, surrounded by a thick grove of tall trees. The mud squished beneath her toes. She looked frantically for escape, but the warped trunks hemmed her in.
She heard her pursuer slow. She turned about.
And there he was.
He was tall, though not nearly as tall as Gor had been. Nonetheless, the lizardman’s scaly flesh was taut with whipcord muscle and filled with a savagery that the minotaur had never possessed. The reptilian monster’s muzzle was filled with dagger sharp teeth to rip and tear the flesh. His claws flexed around a crude spear, and his loincloth was decorated with the savage trophies of bones, feathers and the like.
His scales rippled in the light, a feathery mane fluttering as he stalked nearer. His tongue flicked out, tasting the air. Tasting her sweat, but more, tasting the spice of her arousal, leaking freely from her gaping quim.
Asiana knew this. Knew it in the same instinctive way she knew the monster wouldn’t hurt her. Oh no. Those claws and teeth would not tear her flesh. He wanted something else from her body. He wanted to breed.
His loincloth shifted as the lizardman stalked nearer, the slits of his nostrils twitching. His tongue again flicked out. Asiana shrank back, her heart hammering, fear filling her. Naked. Exposed. At the monster’s mercy.
She saw he knew it. His scaled lips drew back in a cruel smirk. His feathered mane rustled with a sound like a cobra’s rattle. He shifted aside his loincloth and his cock rose. Wedged, pale, it grew from a slit in his scales, slim but long. So different from Gor’s pounding shaft.
Her back hit the smooth trunk of the tree. She stared into his cold, unfeeling eyes as the lizardman drew closer. Those eyes seemed to capture her. Stare into her, past her flesh and into her soul. She found she couldn’t move. Didn’t want to move. Only stare into those cold eyes and wait. Wait for what was to come…
She gasped as his hand touched her. Ran a single curled claw down her chest, along the generous heft of her teat. He hissed, intrigued, and his palm opened, engulfing her breast. Asiana moaned, her knees weakening as treacherous pleasure oozed through her. She looked into the monster’s eyes. Helpless. Needy.
“P-please,” she whimpered, not knowing what she begged for.
Her mate decided for her.
He leaned down, never breaking eye contact. His lips opened and took a thick nipple between them. Asiana gasped, arched, her hips quivering in molten pleasure as the monster sucked, his forked tongue teasing that sensitive flesh. His other hand came up, hefting her two heavy mounds, squeezing her ripe breasts.
“Oooooh m-master,” she moaned, unable to stop the words escaping her. She clutched at the tree behind her as the lizardman molded her breasts in his clawed hands, admiring them, fascinated by the softness of her mammaries. His lips sucked hard, and Asiana felt a tingle of that familiar pleasure. A need to be milked. To be suckled and drank from.
The need was too great. Her thighs parted, her ass pressing back against the tree, her juices dripping down her inner thighs. The lizard man paused, pulled back his head. Again his tongue flicked out, tasting the air.
He slowly crouched down. Asiana peeked past the globes of her breasts to see the monster before her cunt. He grasped her hips, leaned in, and tasted her.
“Ah!” Her hips bucked, spanking her ass against the hard wood of the tree. The lizardman hissed, a sound that might have been laughter. Then his forked tongue plunged into her.
“Ohhhh goooooods!” Asiana screamed as that prehensile, long tongue slithered into her molten box. She grasped the lizardman’s head in a desperate effort to anchor herself to something as pleasure rocked her. Filled her.
“Ah. Mnnnn,” she moaned, lifting a hand to her lips, biting down on a finger in a desperate effort to stifle her gasps and squeals and moans of purest lust. Her ass clenched and beat against the tree, her quim tightening with every flick of that tongue within her. “Oh. Oh gods. Gods of the sands. Gods of… of… mnnnnn!”
She threw back her head as she came, thighs quivering as her orgasms surged through her. Oh gods. Oh gods it felt so good! So perfect!
The lizardman withdrew his head, his tongue licking her juices from his lipless mouth. He rose before her again, loomed over her. She saw now what he wanted. Saw that alien lust in those cold, predatory eyes. She looked into them eagerly once more.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Please. B-breed me.”
The lizardman growled. And thrust.
The feel of his smooth cock impaling her was like nothing she had known before. Asiana cried out, forced back against the tree, his cock hilting within her. “Oooooh yessss!” she screamed, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him in deeper. Whimpering as he drew back and thrust again. “Ah! Yesssss!”
The lizard man fucked her against the tree. No mercy. No pity. His hands again engulfed her tits, making her scream in delight as he massaged those plush orbs. As he fucked her boneless with every thrust of his cock.
“Yesss! Fuck me! Ah. Hah! Yes! Yes! Fill me. Fill me up! Don’t stop! Oh gods, master! Yes! Fuck my human cunt! Fill my pussy! Oh gods! So good! So much… so much better than human cock! Yes. Yes! Yessss! Breed me! Fuck meeeeee!”
The lizardman hissed, pounding her into the tree. He gave a strangled croaking sound and came. Asiana’s squeal of pleasure echoed in the steamy air and among the towering trees. Her cunt tightened as his cold cum pumped into her, the contrast to her boiling pussy pushing her over the edge and into her second orgasm.
The monster’s presence was suddenly gone. She fell onto the ground, gasping. She started to rise but on her hands and knees the lizardman grabbed her ass, lifted it. She cried out as he filled her again with his wedged cock. “Oh gods yessss!” she cried out as he fucked her anew. Taking her like the animal he was. Claiming her cunt for his own with every thrust of his inhuman shaft. “Yessss! Fuck me! Breeeed meeeee!’
The lizardman hissed, again cumming. Again stuffing her body with his seed. Her stomach swelled out from the sheer amount that the monster filled her with. But he didn’t stop. Relentless. Unstoppable, the barbarous monster continued to claim her. Fucking her into the ground, his hips spanking her soft bottom, every impact rippling through her.
She was on her back. He was atop her, his cock impaling her, fucking her. Filling her. Her voice was hoarse. She could only moan, bucking beneath him, whimpering as his hands again engulfed her teats, massaging them, toying with them.
She came again.
Her breasts were slick with his cum as she rubbed his cock between them, staring up at him in awe. It felt so right to do it like this. So right to kneel before a superior creature and service his cool cock. When he finally orgasmed, he painted her plump breasts with his thin seed. Breasts which seemed larger.
She came.
She came.
She came again and again until the world seemed to lose meaning. Until she lost herself. And only the sensation of his cock within her was enough to make the world real.
The Second Milking
“Well this is a fine sight, isn’t it?”
Asiana stirred. She opened her eyes slowly and lifted her head. “Hmnn?”
Luxa leaned over her, hands on hips,
luscious black lips turned up in a smirk. Asiana blinked slowly. “Oh. It’s you.”
Luxa’s smirk was traded for a scowl. “What? That’s it? No quivering in fear? No startled squeak?”
“No,” Asiana said, glancing about. They were still in the swamp. And she… was still in the mud. She raised her hand, grimacing at the oozing muck between her fingers. Fucking. Perfect. “Ugh,” she said, wiggling her fingers to rid them of the slime. She glanced aside and saw the lizardman not far. He sprawled against some tree roots, head thrown back, lips parting as he breathed heavily in the depths of his sleep, looking utterly exhausted. No sign of his cock, which gave the dancer a momentary pang of disappointment.
Luxa sighed and straightened. “Fine. I suppose I can only blame myself. Now, let’s get you milked.”
Asiana perked up. “Oh?”
Her eagerness wasn’t missed. The demoness smiled again, her golden eyes gleaming. “Oh?” she said, squatting before the tan dancer. “Looking forward to it? Hmm. Little surprise. You’re simply engorged.”
Asiana glanced down, only then realizing just how large her breasts had swelled. She gaped at their heft, the bronzed flesh fairly double the size of her normally ample teats. It was a wonder she could sit up with such a weight. “Gods!” she gasped.
“I know. Fantastic aren’t they. Such lovely milk bags,” the demoness crooned, reaching forward and grasping her breasts.
“Ah!” Asiana gasped, biting her lower lip as hot pleasure surged through her. “Mnnn,” she moaned, pushing her chest out and into the hungry grasp of the demoness.
“Oh?” Asiana crooned, delighted as she gently kneaded those rich orbs, her fingers sinking into softness. Massaging those sloshing mounds. “Do you like that, pet? You certainly do seem to be enjoying it more than before. Maybe you’re finally starting to embrace your role as a milk slut. Is that it, my lovely?”
“N-no!” Asiana gasped. “I just… it… it feels g-good…”
“Of course it does. You were made for this, my pretty. Made to be fucked and milked like the good cow you are. Oh don’t pout. It’s alright. I know how hard it is for you. Being so pretty and horny. You just can’t help but enjoy being fucked. And is that so wrong?”
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