Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
“I want it now,” I confessed. “Can…can he do it again or does he need to rest?” I looked at the thick tentacle his candalla had become, surprised at how big it was. Had I really had all that inside me? Clearly I had, and my pussy wanted it again—I could feel the ache of sexual need between my thighs.
“Oh, my candalla is capable of fucking you all night if you let him,” Sir said dryly. “But I think that’s quite enough for now. He may slide back inside your pussy, but only to help you expand—no more fucking,” he added, giving his tail a warning look.
I cleaned up a bit and then Sir had me lie back down on my side with my head on his flat stomach, as I had been before, and lift my top leg. The thick tentacles slid deep inside me again and began to expand even more until I moaned in protest.
“Sir, he’s getting really big!”
“Stop for now,” Sir told his tail. “And you, little one—taste some of my precum,” he ordered. “The more of it you taste, the more easily your pussy will expand.”
Eagerly, I took his thick shaft in one hand and began stroking him to make the precum flow. As I lapped it away, I could feel some of the pressure in my pussy easing very slightly. It made the stretching pain of the thick tentacle inside me easier to bear, so I sucked harder, wanting even more.
“Little one,” Sir said in a hoarse voice. “If you’re not careful, you’re going to make me come in your mouth. Is that what you want?”
I looked up at him uncertainly.
“Will…will your cum taste like your precum? Like melted ice cream and salted caramel sauce?”
“It should,” Sir assured me. Groaning again, he stroked my hair. “Can you be a good girl and swallow your Master’s cream?”
“Yes, Sir,” I purred submissively. Once again I felt that sense of power—the pleasure I gave him made him need me—I liked that idea—liked it a lot.
“Then get ready,” Sir told me. “I tend to make quite a large amount of cum.”
“I’m ready, Sir,” I promised. And then I took him as deeply into my mouth as I could—which wasn’t very far, because he was so big—but at least I managed the entire head and the first thick inch of his shaft.
I sucked and swirled my tongue around and around the broad, pointed head and after a moment I felt him swell even bigger and the first spurt of his cream hit the back of my throat.
It tasted even better than his precum—sweet and salty and absolutely delicious. I swallowed eagerly and then he spurted again and again, filling my mouth with his cum as I swallowed as fast as I could.
At last, Sir gave a final groan and pulled his cock out of my mouth.
“Enough now, little one,” he murmured, stroking my hair. “You were a very good pet just now and I want you to know I’m very proud of you. Did swallowing my cum help your pussy feel better?”
I wiggled experimentally and nodded in surprise.
“You know, I think it did. It doesn’t feel as tight as it did before even though your tail is really big right now,” I told him.
“Good.” Sir nodded. “That means the chemicals in my cum are already working on you.” He stroked my hair some more. “You have such a sweet, hot little mouth, my darling. It felt wonderful to shoot my cream down your throat.”
I squirmed with pleasure, loving it when he called me the sweet nickname.
“Thank you, Sir,” I whispered. “I…I like the way your cream tastes,” I told him, shyly.
“I’m glad, because you’re going to be drinking a lot of it to help your pussy open for me,” Sir told me.
“I don’t mind,” I told him. “It tastes a hell of a lot better than the nutritional gel cubes.”
Sir threw back his head and laughed, a deep rumbling sound that I couldn’t help liking.
“Little one, you really are sassy,” he remarked. “Let’s get you cleaned up and we can have some nutritional gel you’re so fond of for our last meal of the day.” He raised an eyebrow at me. “Or would you rather stay here a little longer with my candalla filling you and maybe drink some more of my cream?”
It was absolutely no contest.
“I’d rather stay here and drink some more cream, Sir,” I said at once. “Your tail feels so nice inside me and I love the way you taste.”
“Very well, then,” Sir murmured, giving me a half-lidded look. “We can stay a while longer if your pussy is still hungry to be filled.”
“It is,” I admitted. “I…I think maybe it was the little bit of breeding cream that did it but I’m afraid I’d feel empty if your candalla pulled out of me now.”