The Milk Stud

CHAPTER 4





Scared



Prater had sucked me dry a second time that night, but when I woke up I was sporting morning wood. I was also quite warm, secure in the big Zorn’s arms, curled into his chest with his breath gently fluttering my hair. He had one arm wrapped around my shoulders, my back to his front, and the other arm lay alongside my legs, his hand protectively cupping my thigh. Just the sight of that big hand on me made me shiver, but not in fear.



I fought not to wiggle my hips, to somehow urge his hand down between my legs were I needed it the most. Making an offering has always been a chore, a pleasurable chore, but one just the same. Yet ever since I’d been Prater’s pet, since the moment I’d felt his lips and tongue on me my body had been ready to offer over and over again. It was as if his direct feeding made it worse. Or perhaps it built up lust from a boy who had never known sexual release.



I’d had little hope of finding a wife back home. Female offspring were growing rarer, and only the most influential households ever gained the privilege of obtaining one. My family was far from being influential. We just barely made ends meet. I started to think of how my family would manage without my extra income. Mom and Dad had done it for years, but I’d been so proud to contribute. We’d actually had a little extra for frivolous things with my income, but now they would be back to cutting corners.

Unbidden, tears came to my eyes and my erection wilted. I wanted to understand why things were the way they were. I’d always hated the fact that humans were dependent on the Zorns, but it seemed so hopeless that we could be more. Now that I was a slave, I knew that we could be no more than property.



“Coulen.” Prater’s deep timbre and the warm breath that stirred the tiny hairs on the back of my neck made my heart jump.



The hand on my thigh stroked me from hip to knee and back again. It was if my nerves were coming alive once again. Arousal rippled through my stomach and groin. I had no more gasped for air, then Prater turned me. He handled me as easily as a doll. So much strength and yet his hands were gentle. I was grateful and growing more aroused by the moment even as sorrow stirred in me.



I was completely shocked when Prater cupped my face and stared into my eyes. Tears had created salty tracks down my cheeks. I wondered if such a display of emotion would cause a reaction out of him. Did Zorn’s know pity? Compassion? Perhaps it would stir his anger that I was so weak.



I did not speak. We could not communicate with words or so I thought. When next he said my name it was as if he asked me a question. It was as if he asked me about my tears. Why had they started and who were they for? My heart beat quickened at the look of confusion and what I hoped was worry in those dark eyes. So, we had more in common than I thought.



A sigh escaped my lips as cupped the back of my head in his big hands and leaned into me. His warm tongue lapped over my cheek, collecting my tears, tasting my sorrow.



“Coulen,” he said, in that strange way he had of pronouncing my name.



I could not help it,my penis filled to complete hardness. He hadn’t replaced my ring last night and I dribbled profusely. Prater’s nostrils flared and his hands went to my waist. I had the vague thought that he could smell my arousal before he flipped onto his back. He lifted me above his head until my knees straddled his face. This brought my swollen member at a level with his mouth. I was on my knees, my hands landed among the pillows and I buried my fingers into them to brace myself.



His warm breath teased me first, curling around my sex like a fist made of smoke. Then his hand wrapped around the base of my cock. I twitched almost violently in his hand, and I heard Prater’s answering growl before he sucked me down to the root. It felt like I was going to die. Just turn to dust and float away as the first spasm traveled through my groin and hot seed rushed from the tip of my cock. I’d come so fast I felt light-headed, and Prater’s powerful suction wasn’t helping me to recover. I put my head down so that my forehead rested between my clenched fists and panted to catch my breath.



My hips writhed helplessly in Prater’s big hands as he continued to suction me, to lap and swirl his tongue up and down my cock and over the sensitive head. What he did next sent ripples of shock up my spine. The hand around my cock released me to join its twin as they framed my hips and then slid around to my bottom. He cupped my cheeks. I could feel his fingers flirting with the crevice in between. I was too scared not to start shivering at this new sensation, and too turned on to pull away. It was as if he held the control to all the nerves in that area.



I imagined that I could feel every nuisance of his hands down to the pads on his fingers as he parted my bottom and slid his fingers through my trench. I’d never touched myself there, except during bathing and then only through a wash cloth. I couldn’t imagine there could be any pleasure gained from that area. To me it was a forbidden place, an embarrassing necessity for human survival.



Prater passed his thumb over my hole. I felt that part of me clench involuntarily. I whimpered, unsure what was going to happen, anxious to get out of my current position and back into familiar territory. I thought I was no more than a mere pet, a source of milk for this big Zorn, but this changed everything. This was something new and frightening.



The press of Prater’s fingers came again, sliding over my tightly clenched ring until I was straining away and yet closer at the same time. I had no idea how much I could ‘feel’ in that area. My cock was rock hard once more, and Prater’s mouth continued to suck me. My hips started to rock as his fingers rubbed against my ring.



I felt pressure against my hole, intense pressure that made me gasp. I could feel my body being forced open by the tip of his finger. My cock twitched between Prater’s lips and I lifted up, trying to escape the stinging invasion.



With a small growl, Prater grabbed my hips one-handed and forced me back down. His finger slid inside me. I froze, panting, with my fingers digging into the pillow beneath Prater’s head. I waited for what he would do next, barely daring to breath. I didn’t have to wait long. Prater’s finger twisted inside me.



It felt weird. So foreign. I wanted him to stop.



I wanted him to continue.



His finger moved around inside me. It felt like he was searching for something. I had no idea what he desired, why he would even want to explore such a forbidden place. Then his finger landed on something inside me that seemed to push every nerve ending in my body into hyperdrive.



I shouted out at the shock of it. He kept stroking that hidden place, torturing me with darts of pleasure that seemed to seep into my very bones. I could feel the need to come gathering in my loins. It was so big, so powerful, that it scared me.

I tried to shift away again out of pure instinct. I tried to dislodge his finger from pushing against that spot. The tip of my cock burned as heat flared up my rigid flesh. Prater would not relent. His tongue pressed insistently against my slit, making the burn harsher. My balls drew up tight to my body, and I started to tremble uncontrollably.



“NO! I’m scared,” I pleaded, even knowing that he could not understand me. I didn’t think he’d stop if he could.



The suction grew intense, as if he knew I was at the edge of my control, about to spill over into the most powerful climax of my life. I whined loudly. I couldn’t help myself. My muscles locked up like iron.



I came.



It hurt a little. Nothing that pleasurable could help but border on pain. I was already so sensitive from coming twice the night before and still I was offering. Prater drank me down as if he couldn’t get enough. His mouth was a burning heat I couldn’t help but yield against. I squirmed in his grasp, unable to hold still. My hips surged forward in shallow thrusts; an instinctual act that brought even more friction and pleasure to my aching shaft.



I was sobbing when I was finished. I was embarrassed by all the noise I had made and the fact that touching me in such a place had made me climax so hard. I thought I might rest now, that Prater must have had his fill of ‘milk’ and would likely leave me to sleep a bit more.



His movements were so swift they were almost violent as he released my limp shaft and abandoned his supine position to get onto his knees. His hands locked around my thighs like iron-manacles. I barely had time to gasp before he lifted my waist into the air and locked his arms around my hips. My legs flanked his head, and were left kicking in the air. His arms must have been crossed. I could think of no other position that would have allowed him to grasp my bottom with both hands and pull my cheeks apart.

His tongue plunged roughly against my hole. I hollered and flailed to get away, believing myself in real danger. He growled and clasped me so tight it was just this side of painful. I knew I would have bruises of his fingers on my butt later.



There was no way for me to escape. I was nearly turned on my head, my shoulders just barely brushing the mattress. My hands were busy supporting my upper body so that my face was not smashed into the covers. It was an odd angle, a helpless angle.

The rough tonguing continued. I thought that something in Prater’s mind had snapped. This was not the gentle Zorn who had soothed my fears while in the havac or the one who protected me from Agrus. This aggressive beast wanted something from me. I felt his near desperate lust. I was terrified.



Yet, the terror was that of the unknown. He wasn’t hurting me, yet. His tongue prodded for entrance against my hole. My sphincter clenched, seeking to keep him out. His tongue was softer and thicker than his finger had been. I remembered how long it was when it wrapped around my cock. I shuddered, and squirmed and whined my protest, but my efforts buffered against a granite resolve. I could not clench against the invasion forever. The moment I sucked in air to breathe my muscles relaxed and he plunged past my spasming ring. His tongue speared deep. Retracted. Then did so again.



I hollered. The shock of it was electric. My cock was now one big nerve of pleasurable agony. I didn’t want to come again. I didn’t think I could take it. But if the swirl and thrust of Prater’s tongue was any indication, he was going to make me. I’d been afraid all my life of being eaten by a big Zorn, but I’d never imagined this.



I never thought I’d be reduced to melted puddle of racing sensation. Tears streamed down my face, an extreme reaction to the fear that plunged into my heart. I didn’t want to like this, but I did. Such things were depraved, but my body didn’t care. My hips were rocking back and forth, trying to ride the sensation of the Zorn’s thick tongue stretching me wide.



The careful flick of Prater’s tongue against my nerve rich ring was sure to drive me crazy. His hot pants of air, seemed to skitter across my skin, drawing goose bumps in their wake, and below me my cock was hard, engorged an angry, reddish-purple color. Bruised. The head was glistening with clear liquid, but it wasn’t long before fat drops of pearl started to leak out, running down my length.



Then Prater’s hand was there, cupping my cock as if he’d collect my offering in the palm of his hand, and I thought maybe he would. His thumb drew circles across the swollen cap, and I couldn’t hold back my cries as my climax mounted and then shattered over me like the waves of the sea. My eyes were clenched as my body spasmed. Prater pulled his mouth away, depositing a possessive bite on my left cheek that stung but didn’t break the skin.



Prater lowered me slowly to the bed and withdrew the hand around my cock. Craning my head to peek across my shoulder I saw him lapping my seed off his fingers as if it were ambrosia. My heart skittered, when his damp hand landed on the back of my knee and dragged me backwards once more.



“Coulen,” he purred.



Lowering himself onto me, I felt the blunt probe of something much larger and far harder than his tongue at my hole.



My hands fisted so tightly in the covers that my knuckles turned white. I squeezed my eyes shut and hung on. I’d pretty much worked out what came next.






TBC...




Woah, I can't believe its been two years since I started this story. Time flies so freaking fast. I hope y'all enjoyed this installment. I think I broke a heat level record with this one. It's been so long since I felt inspired by this story but I think my muse is fully awake and ready to play. *eg*