Page 114 of M!lked For His Pleasure

His eyes widened as he watched me rub the darkened areolas and pluck at the elongated nipples. My breasts were heavy with milk, painfully so, and I could have begged to be hooked up to the machine that haunted my nightmares. The release was...

I tried to swallow my moan, but I failed as the first spurt of milk leaked from my nipples and ran down my breasts.

"Don't waste it," Nokken murmured. He lifted his martini glass closer and I closed my eyes as I squeezed my nipples and drew them out and pinched them between my fingertips.

"Yes, that's it," he said as a stream of milk dripped into the glass. "Fill it up, my beauty."

The throb between my legs pounded in time with my heartbeat as I milked myself into his glass. Jet after jet of hot liquid splashed into the glass and I didn't try to stop the moans that spilled from my lips.

It felt so good to be milked... so good to relieve some of the pressure. But I was aching to be fucked. Aching to have a thick alien cock fill up and stretch my eager pussy.

What if he didn't want to fuck me?

I watched him out of the corner of my eye as I filled his glass. Every squeeze, every tug, sent ripples of pleasure up and down my spine and he seemed to be growing more aroused with every moan that came from my lips.

"There," he said. "Stop... don't waste it."

I groaned as I rubbed my palms across my breasts, spreading the slick liquid across them, smearing it over my swollen flesh.

I was breathless with need, aching to be fucked until I couldn't see straight. Aching to be milked until I couldn't stand anymore.

I stood on unsteady legs as the gorgeous billionaire CEO of the Orea Corporation lifted the martini glass up to the light to examine the contents.

I looked away, repulsed by it all, as he murmured something in his alien language and then brought the glass to his lips.

He groaned as he took a sip and then sighed and licked his lips.

"Exquisite," he moaned and then tilted the glass back and drained it.

I could see the outline of his thick alien cock against the silken fabric of his robe. He wanted to fuck me. I knew he did. And I wanted him so badly.

Nokken had been the object of my filthiest fantasies, and I was desperate.

I licked my lips and wondered if I should just... fall to my knees and start sucking his cock.

Would he allow me to do it? Or would I be punished and sent away?—

"More," he demanded. "I want more."

Chapter Five

More...

I wanted more, too.

He might have purchased my milk, but I wanted something out of the deal. Something that I ached for. Something that the doctors at the farming station knew that we needed. An 'unfortunate side effect' of the transformation was that the precious humans who provided the milk they craved were also voracious sex addicts.

That was why we were assigned guards who were supposed to fuck us whenever we wanted it. It was to keep us placid and satisfied.

Selnar had failed miserably at his only task, and I was desperate for a good dicking.

The CEO of the Oria Corporation was a welcome substitute.

With a tentative slowness, I reached out and touched the edge of his robe. The silken fabric was smooth and rich beneath my fingers.

"There's something I want, too," I murmured.

Nokken stiffened as my fingers brushed over his emerald skin.

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