Milked by the Thirsty Demoness

by Amanda Clover

  He shoved open the door leading into the slave pens and paused. Two women were there already. Two women he recalled well.

  “Hrm… so you found her?” Gor said, striding past the myriad cages and towards the pale woman in the fine gown. He glanced at Asiana and grinned. Naked, she was as lovely as he recalled. And in fact, she seemed… plumper than before. Not in a bad way, but her curves seemed more evident than when he had sold her. Her olive skinned breasts a little fuller, her hips and bottoms a little curvier.

  “I did,” Luxa said, resting a hand on Asiana’s shoulder. “Thanks to you.”

  “Did gertlings mind giving her up?”

  “Oh not at all! I offered them something far better.”

  Gor snorted. He doubted that, but at the same time it was hardly his problem. “And you back. Did you want other slave? Maybe partner for slut? I have many who be good. Know how pleasure women and men,” Gor said, grinning. His nostrils flared as he caught a… peculiar scent in the air. Something creamy and sweet. Something that made him feel warm beneath the robe he wore, his cock stiffening and pressing against the front of the fabric.

  “No, thank you. I’m more than happy with my choice,” Luxa said sweetly. “But even though I didn’t purchase my lovely cow slut from you, I still feel like you are owed something. After all, if it wasn’t for you, I would never have been able to find her.”

  The minotaur’s ears perked up. Gifts? Oh, he liked gifts. “Of course! I happy to take gift from lovely woman. What have?”

  “Well,” Luxa said, her smile as sweet as honey as he gave Asiana a little push forward. “It seems only fair since you helped me get her back, that you should be the first to sample my lovely slut’s pussy. Why, after I picked her up, she couldn’t stop talking about master Gor’s big cock. How much she adored the sight of his strong manhood and yearned to feel him within her. She was simply heartbroken that she never had a chance to let her pussy be claimed by his big… powerful… bull cock…”

  Gor grunted, his cock thickening further. The scent was stronger the closer the girl was. Asiana rolled her eyes at Luxa’s words but Gor hardly cared. “That so?” he said, his massive hand pressing against the olive-skinned dancer’s back, making her squeak as he pushed her against his iron hard frame. He grinned, his hand wandering low, squeezing the firm orbs of her ass in his huge fingers. Oh the scent was so strong with her so near. His cock tented his robe. “I not say no to gift.”

  “Of course. Enjoy her to your heart’s content. She was so eager, after all.”

  Asiana cut the disguised demoness with a glare, even as the minotaur chuckled and took her, guiding her out of the main room. Asiana sighed and shrugged her shoulders. Well, she supposed things could be worse. Just looking at the cages around them assured her of that. And, she supposed she had always wondered what it might be like to take a minotaur’s cock. Tales had reached her of the brutes. Of their hunger for female flesh and their boundless lusts. Of how they took dozens of women if they could, breeding the soon eager sluts, fucking them with immense cocks and milking their heavy breasts for their own pleasures.

  Asiana realized she was breathing heavily. Of course… of course, so long as Luxa spoke the truth, such would not be her fate. And yet… and yet something about the prospect got her heart racing. Her tits aching, and her core molten with growing desire.

  She jumped when a door closed behind them. They were in the room behind the market. A mass of straw was gathered in the corner like a bull’s pen, which almost made her burst out laughing.

  But then she felt the hungry hands of the minotaur move over her, stroking her, his leathery palms engulfing her heavy breasts, giving them a hungry squeeze.

  The sensation burned through her. Asiana threw back her head, her moan shuddering from her, her legs quaking with pleasure. Oh… oh gods! Her breasts… they were so sensitive. She found herself turning around, gazing up at him. “Ohhh Gor,” she gasped, sliding down his chest, her hands hooking in the belt of his robe, undoing it deftly. Without it, his cock fairly burst from beneath, shoving aside the robe, revealing every inch of his powerful chest and legs, sculpted with savage, bestial muscle. Tufted with fur. And his cock… oh gods, his cock. A pillar of inhuman masculinity. Thick as her wrist, nearly long as her forearm. It defied her credulity. She had to touch it. Feel it. Assure herself it was real.

  Oh it was. It was so very real. Her pussy tightened as her hands slid up and down his turgid shaft. So veiny. So thick. So powerful. She inhaled his savage scent. The raw heaviness of it making her head spin. Her pussy grow damp with desire. “Gods, Gor… master…” she breathed. “You’re so big. So powerful…”

  The minotaur growled. “Less talk. More mouth.”

  She smiled. Well, she was here. She was committed. She may as well enjoy herself. She lifted his cock and ran her tongue up the underside, her tastebuds tingling with the thick taste of him. She moaned, her ass twitching as her lips kissed the head of his bitch-breaker, that flared tip made to conquer women. Her lips opened and she took the tip, but only that. He was so big she couldn’t fit more of him in her mouth.

  And yet, it was enough. She bobbed, her tongue swirling on his cock, drowning her in his taste. His scent. Her hands moved over the rest of his veiny shaft, stroking him harder. Oh fuck. Oh gods she couldn’t wait for him to take her. Even as the prospect terrified her, she longed for it. Her body burned for it. To be claimed. To be fucked. To be made the bitch of this immense beast of masculine prowess.

  Gor seemed to agree. His breathing had deepened, jangling the ring in his nose. His hips moved, thrusting into her hungry mouth, his hands grasping her head as she bobbed. She trembled at the strength in those thick fingers. Gods, she was like a plaything to this monster. This brute.

  And that just made her hotter.

  She broke the unholy kiss with his cock, panting, her eyes glowing. She looked up and into his dark eyes. “Master,” she gasped, her mouth still tingling with his scent. “Will.. will you take this slut’s pussy now? Will you fuck her? Please,” she breathed, easing back into the straw, parting her shapely thighs, baring her slick cunny. She touched those lower lips, parted them, revealed the pink depths fairly dripping with need. “Please. Your cow bitch needs her bull’s cock.”

  Gor growled. All pretense of civilization he kept for the merchants of Shaddobar was gone. He moved over her, and how her heart thrilled to see his immensity loom above her. To feel his massive fingers grasp her ripe tits. To feel the head of his cock press against her cunt.

  She whimpered. She bit her lip. The words weren’t there, but her eyes said it all. Grasping her hips, Gor pushed forward.

  And into her.

  It was like nothing she had ever known. The girth of the brute filled her. Stuffed her. She threw back her head, eyes wide, mouth gaping, beyond even screaming in pleasure as more, more, more of his cock pushed inside her. Oh gods. Oh gods of the sands she couldn’t take him all! Surely she couldn’t!

  Yet she did, stretched around his pillar of a cock. Impaled on his manhood, filled past the brink, her pussy clutching against him.

  Then he pulled back, and thrust again.

  The impact rocked her. Stunned her. This time she did scream. A wail of purest pleasure as his cock thrust inside her and to the hilt. She felt the minotaur’s heavy balls spank her bottom and bucked beneath him.

  “Ohhhh gods yessss!” she panted. “Oh fuck yes! Oh my bull. My master! Yes! F-fuck me! Fill me up!”

  Gor growled. Gone was the veneer of the merchant. Once more he was the monster. The brute. One of the creatures that had brought an empire to its knees, its women to its back, and bred a generation with horrors. He gripped her thighs, pounding into her, snorting, the golden ring in his nose swaying, his dark eyes intent. Around him, his embroidered robe fluttered, barely clothing his immense frame. Asiana looked up at him, rapt, entranced by the sight of the immense bull puffing as he fucked her. As his thick fingers dug into her thighs.

  She
was burning. So hot. So tight. Her breasts bounced on her chest, aching, needy. Her hands abandoned the straw, grasped those plush mounds. The sudden shock as her fingers sank into her fat teats made her hips buck. She gasped, moaned, her fingers sinking deep into her ripe female flesh, massaging her painfully sensitive tits, pushing them against each other, her fingers teasing tender nipples.

  “Oh gods. Gods! Yes! Yes! Master! Oh fuck! Master! Master, p-please. Please! Cum in me! Cum in your slut! She needs your seed. She needs you to fill her up! Oh gods. Oh gods of the sands and deserts yes! Ah! Nnn! Y-yessss! Fuck her! Oh gods. Gods! Nnnnaaaaaa!”

  Her orgasm rippled through her. Her scream was deafening as she came. As her inner walls clamped down on the thrusting cock within her. It was too much for Gor. As her velvety depths rippled around his shaft the minotaur gave a bellow that shook the walls of the pen as he came, exploding in her. Asiana cried out again as his hot cum pumped into her pussy, stuffing her aching womb in bursts of thick seed. She shuddered, her hips rolling as Gor rode out his orgasm within her, continuing to fuck her.

  At last, the minotaur slowed. Whimpering, Asiana sagged atop the straw. She gave a weak sound of protest as his cock was dragged out of her gaping cunt.

  Then his hands were on her. She gasped as he flipped her over. She spat out some straw and rose onto her hands and knees, only to freeze as she felt his hands on her ass. She glanced back, and to her delight saw that he was still hard, his cock slick from their mingled juices, and his dark eyes still burning with hunger.

  “Not yet,” Gor growled, the sound so deep, so wild and savage Asiana felt her core quiver in answer and warm again. “I take now. Take like cow slut. I fuck.”

  “Yes,” she found herself gasping, pushing out her soft ass, parting her legs to bare her slick cunt. She didn’t even mind that his seed drooled out of her, pooling on the floor beneath her. The minotaur’s heavy balls held so much more for her. “Oh yes, master. Fuck your cow slut. She… she needs your cock… so badly. I need… need you to fuck me again. To tame me. Please,” she murmured, her ass swaying invitingly. “Please. Fuck your bitch.”

  The minotaur grinned. He loomed over her once more, and how his size made her shudder in desire. She inhaled the thick scent of his musk, spiced with the scent of sex and her own juices. She bit her lip as he grasped her ass in his immense hands, aligned his cock, and pushed inside her once more.

  She moaned, shuddering as his cock again filled her. Somehow better than before. Being on her hands and knees before this monster felt somehow better. More right. More perfectly wonderful to feel him stuff her like she were a beast in heat. She panted, then cried out as he began to thrust anew, and in even greater earnest.

  Every impact of his hips on her plush ass echoed through her. Gods. Her whole body was on fire. Waves of hot and cold spread through her. She was so sensitive. So tender. She felt like she was filled with nothingness. Her ass, hips and tits tingled and ached. Oh gods. Gods it felt so good.

  But it couldn’t compare to when his hands looped around her, and grasped her massive breasts.

  “Ahhhh!” she cried out, arching, thrusting back as her heavy tits were squeezed. She shuddered, her lips trembling, her eyes lidded as something new raced through her. As some strange, sweet, sensitive pleasure pulsed from her tits, radiated through her core. Through her.

  “Oh g-gods yes! Yes! Mnnn! F-fuck. Oh master. Master, yes! Play with… ah… with my tits. Squeeze them. M-milk them. Milk your cow bitch. Oh gods. Gods! Yes. Yes!”

  He growled. She mewled. Every thrust of his hips spanked her plump bottom, echoed through her. Her sanity was at war with the duelling pleasures of her cunt and her breasts. Breasts which were squeezed, massaged, aching, aching. And… and…

  “Yesssss!” Asiana screamed as the pressure burst, as sweet cream squirted from her whorish nipples, spattering the straw beneath them. “Yes! Oh gods yes! Milk me! Milk your cow slut! Oh fuck! M-more! Mooooooooore!”

  The scent of her fresh milk drove the minotaur wild. He pounded her into the ground, every thrust of his fat cock radiating through the young dancer, her olive skin flushed with desire and hot, needy lust. Her cries echoed in the barn, her gasps keening intently.

  She lost awareness of what was happening. Of herself. She could only feel the endless pleasure that surged through her. Those singing heights of her orgasm. And all the while she was milked. Gor couldn’t seem to take his hands from her tits. From massaging and teasing those orbs, seeming to have a preternatural skill of knowing just how to squeeze, to stroke, to tease, all to send her over that wonderful height of ecstasy.

  And she was cumming. Cumming. They bled into each other, punctuated only by the sudden bursts of Gor himself as he came in her, filling her ever more with his hot cum. Enthralling her in the joy of being a breeding slut for her thick cocked master.

  Time lost meaning. She didn’t know what was happening. Dimly, she realized there wasn’t a cock in her anymore. She lay among the straw, spent, lost. Panting weakly. She heard a throat chuckle.

  “Mmm. Looks like you did enjoy it. Good slut.”

  Asiana whimpered. She was lifted up and off the straw. She saw Gor sprawled on the floor, the minotaur’s barrel chest rising and falling heavily, his eye shut with exhaustion. Then, dark feathers wrapped around her.

  And the world shifted.

  Drained

  Asiana knew how to hold her liquor. When one lives in Shaddobar, where the wine flows free, especially for beautiful women expected to entertain men, you either learn to do it fast or end up at the mercy of the worst sorts. Yet when Asiana woke up, it was what must have been the absolute worst hang over she had ever known.

  “Nnnn…” she groaned, throwing an arm over her head.

  “Awake I see.”

  The dancer lifted her arm, squinting past. Mercifully the glow of candles was soft. She made out the demoness at the end of the bed, head cocked back, lips lifted in amusement.

  “Mrnnn…” Asiana groaned, rolling on to her side.

  “Oh don’t be like that. Time to get up. Come on.”

  “Don’t wanna…”

  “Really? Not even for a milking?”

  Her ears perked up. Milking? What was she…

  It was only then that Asiana felt the dull ache radiating from her chest. She opened her eyes fully and looked down, then gaped.

  She had always been ample. Men of the seraglio had often found themselves staring at her breasts as they bounced to her dances, the silken ribbons filmy as mists as they fluttered around her. Yet now, she was positively immense. Her breasts, engorged and heavy, swelled from her chest in a pair of tanned orbs. Her nipples, dark and puffy, stood out eagerly in hard nubs.

  Memories of her time at the minotaur’s hands rushed back. She groaned, recalling the rough fucking she’d endured. How eagerly the beastman had claimed her cunt and taken her. “Oh gods…” she moaned.

  “Yes. Quite impressive, even by my standards,” Luxa said. She reached forward and cupped Asiana’s beasts.

  Molten pleasure burst through the dancer’s teats. Her ass clenched, her breath sucked in as she instinctively pushed out her chest towards that touch. “Mnnnn!” Asiana moaned, quivering as the demoness gently massaged her teats, that sweet pleasure pooling in her core, slickening her pussy. “Oh… oh g-gods of the sands and stars! How… what… oooooh…”

  “Told you the potion would work. And you doubted me,” Luxa crooned with mocking regret, her fingers tenderly massaging the plump orbs.

  “I… I didn’t… w-would you stop that!” Asiana gasped hotly.

  “Why? Looks like you enjoy it. And besides, we do have to milk you to get the essence of the minotaur. Why do you think your breasts are so large? Don’t you remember?”

  “I… I remember,” Asiana gasped, hips weakly twitching. “But… but do we… do we have to d-do it like this?”

  The hands on her breasts paused. The demoness eyed her with an expression the young dancer couldn’
t quite read. “Hmm… Yes. I suppose there is another way,” she said, giving a dark nipple a teasing flick, making Asiana gasp and twitch. “I suppose you would prefer the pumps?”

  “P-pumps?”

  “Yes. Very clinical. Very dry and boring. But, if you’re sure you don’t want me to milk you like the pretty cow slut you are, I suppose we could do that. If you don’t want me to massage your fat breasts with my hands. Get you all hot and bothered. Milk you like a lovely cow…”

  Asiana was disturbed at how appealing that prospect was. The demoness’s hands massaging her. Teasing her. Sending her towards that golden height with her hungry hands. She shook her head. No. She still had her pride. “I…I’ll take the pumps.”

  Luxa pouted. “You’re no fun, you know that?”

  “I’m not here for fun.”

  “No. You’re here to be my personal milk distillery. But there’s no reason you can’t enjoy it. After all, you did seem to enjoy letting Gor stuff you with his cock.”

  Asiana felt her cheeks pink with the memory. “Just g-get on with it.”

  “Oooh, testy. You’re so cute when you’re angry.”

  Luxa flicked Asiana’s nose before rising and moving back to the tables. The dancer rubbed her nose sourly as the demoness returned with the fabled pumps. Seeing them, Asiana felt a sudden uncertainty. A pair of rubbery cups were connected by a large hose to a leather wine sack. Her eyes widened further when she saw the interior of those cups were in fact a strange pair of sucking, fleshy mouths.

  “What… what are those!” she gasped.

  “Hm? Oh. A particular result of my experiments. Quite impressive if I do say so myself. They’re a kind of low demon I’ve developed. I made some incredible loincloths from them for some men I know. They did seem to enjoy it, being forever sucked off. It was quite the success, though they tended to waste away. They had so little desire to do anything once it was on them.”

  Asiana blanched.

  “Hm? Having second thoughts?” the demoness purred, her golden eyes gleaming. “Suppose you might want my hands instead?”