Page 118 of M!lked For His Pleasure

I screamed as my orgasm crashed over me, and his cock drove deep into my pussy as he began to pump his thick, hot seed into my body.

Hard jets of his cum filled my womb and I moaned, rocking back and forth as I felt him fill me.

He suckled my breasts hard, drinking his fill of my milk as he fucked me through his climax and mine.

With a loud groan, Nokken slumped back against the velvet cushions and I fell forward against his chest, gasping for breath as my orgasm rocketed through me and my pussy clenched around his cock.

His cock was still hard as a rock, but he was breathing heavily as I slid from his lap, my pussy dripping with our juices. I sat on the stone floor in front of him and leaned forward, taking his cock in my hands.

I licked him clean, swirling my tongue over the head of his cock and tracing the thick veins that ran up it and the hard ridge on the underside that had given me so much pleasure.

Nokken groaned as I stroked his thick cock with gentle fingers, teasing him.

I looked up at him and smiled. "That's why you bought me here, isn't it? That's why you bought me. I want to be more than just a whore to you, Nokken. I want you to remember me for the rest of your life. Nothing will ever be as good as that... milk will never taste sweeter than when I'm riding your cock."

"Marcelle—"

"But you have to take me back," I said. I moved my hand away from his cock and licked the dark blue cum from my fingers.

Nokken was silent, and I was worried that I'd made a mistake... My body thrummed with the overwhelming pleasure of my release—the best orgasm of my life—and I still wanted more.

But did he?

"No," he said stiffly.

He rose from the chair and walked away from me. He pulled his robe around his beautifully sculpted body and paced the stone floor by the pool.

I eased myself up off the floor and onto the lounge chair. The cushion was soft and I worried about staining it for only a fraction of a second.

"No," he said again. "You won't be going back."

"What—"

"You're mine," he said vehemently. He strode back toward me and reached down to grab the delicate collar around my neck. "Mine. Then I can have your milk anytime I want. Yes?"

I nodded eagerly as my pussy clenched. "Yes. Whenever you want. My milk is all yours."

He paced the floor and his hand raked through his dark hair. Then he stopped and walked back toward me. The smile on his face was genuine and gentle as he reached down to take my hand.

"Will you stay here with me, Marcelle?"

"I— Yes."

Did I have a choice? If I was returned to the farm station I'd be milked by those awful machines until I was of no use and then I'd be ejected into space or sent to the rendering plant... anything was preferable to that. Anything.

I could be Nokken's plaything. His toy. His own personal hucow for however long he wanted me.

I forced myself to smile. "I'll stay with you."

He stroked his fingertips along my jaw. "Good. Good. You will be treated very well here... I can promise you that."

"I know you'll take care of me," I replied.

He pulled me to my feet and led me to the edge of the pool. Stone stairs descended into the black water, and I closed my eyes as I stepped down into the pool.

The water was cool and comfortable and I sighed as it closed over my body and caressed my heated flesh.

Immersed up to my throat, I smiled up at Nokken and tapped at the flowers that floated on the surface.

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