Milked by the Thirsty Demoness

by Amanda Clover

  “Oh?” Asiana crooned, delighted as she gently kneaded those rich orbs, her fingers sinking into softness. Massaging those sloshing mounds. “Do you like that, pet? You certainly do seem to be enjoying it more than before. Maybe you’re finally starting to embrace your role as a milk slut. Is that it, my lovely?”

  “N-no!” Asiana gasped. “I just… it… it feels g-good…”

  “Of course it does. You were made for this, my pretty. Made to be fucked and milked like the good cow you are. Oh don’t pout. It’s alright. I know how hard it is for you. Being so pretty and horny. You just can’t help but enjoy being fucked. And is that so wrong?”

  Asiana felt herself flush. Despite herself, the dancer found the demoness was… making a kind of sense. After all, this was what a woman’s body was for, in some respects. Wasn’t it? Perverted by foul sorceries and potions, true, but still… And, she could hardly deny the… toe curling pleasure racing through her as the demoness continued to massage her plump breasts, teasing her thumb sized nipples until they fairly throbbed with need to release her creamy bounty.

  And it was good. It was so good. It felt so amazing to have those hungry hands on her breasts. To be massaged and teased until she was a panting, whimpering mess.

  “Now,” the demoness crooned, leaning in, tongue flicking out, teasing the dancer’s ear. “Would you like the cups? Or would you rather I milk you… personally…”

  “Mnnn!” Asiana moaned as those tender fingers tweaked her nipples. Oh gods. That… that was… she tried to focus. To concentrate on what the demoness was saying. Oh, yes. The milkers. Those demonic little mouths. Yes. She could have them.

  Or… or have this. Have the demon’s fingers tease her warm cream free. Use her. Milk her by hand. The thought quivered through her. Now that she knew the pleasure of those fingers, so much better than the impersonal sucking of those monstrous cups, could she… could she…

  “Y-yes…”

  “Hm? What was that?”

  “I… I wanna be milked by… by you. With your hands,” Asiana whimpered.

  “Is that so? What a good slut. In that case…”

  This time Asiana did squeak as the demoness suddenly shoved her back and into the mud. The filth of it wormed against her back. Stuck to her hair. But she didn’t care. Because the demoness was looming over her. Those dark lips were smiling. Those fangs were gleaming. Descending. Closer. Closer. And finally latched on to a tender nipple.

  And sucked.

  “Ahhhhhhnnnn!” Asiana screamed, her ass clenching as hot pleasure roared through her. She threw back her head, panting. “Oh gods. Gods yes! Mnnn!”

  Large hands with slender fingers massaged her tit flesh, teasing and squeezing. Urging her masterfully to her release. She felt that barrier. That wall between her and the ecstasy of her cream so acutely it was torture. She panted hotly. Her hips bucked weakly as Luxa suckled and kissed at her fat tits. Teasing her. Urging her. Pushing her closer… closer… closer…

  “Oh gods! M-mistress! Mistress yessssss!”

  She screamed with joy as the pressure found its release. As her legs drummed into the splashing mud as she came again. How many times had she called one mistress? How many times had she named another master? So many. So many. Yet this was different. She felt the word rise up from her very soul. Escape her in a scream of purest joy and pleasure.

  And Luxa drank deep.

  The demoness’s hunger was like nothing Asiana had ever experienced before. Asiana had known the lusts and hungers of caliphs and satraps. Of merchant kings and generals. And, in the last few days, of monsters too. But this… this was something different. Something utterly, unimaginably more wonderful. The demoness seemed to know just how to touch her. Every spot that made her mewl and pant and her cunt to tighten with sweet ecstasy as the domineering demoness fed and teased her. Everything was warm. She didn’t care she was wallowing in the mud beneath this unearthly creature. Nothing else mattered. Nothing but those sinful lips upon her tit, suckling at her cream.

  “Yes. Yess! Mistress! Oh gods yessssss!” Asiana screamed. She clung to the demoness, desperate not to let her go. To keep her there and sucking and drinking and teasing her.

  Fingers scraped off something new. Asiana looked down, panting, and stared at the silvery scales that rippled across the demoness’s back. Luxa pulled back with a sigh of contention and cold, reptilian eyes looked down at the dancer. More silver scales patched the demon’s cheeks, shining in the gloom.

  “Mmm. Delicious, my dear.”

  “Wh…what is…”

  “Nothing you need to worry about, slut. Now, on your knees. Or else I’m going to have to stop playing with those pretty tits.”

  Asiana gasped, her shock at the demon’s changes receding at once. No more milking? Frantically she rolled over, pushing her hands and knees under her, rising, quivering up.

  Luxa laughed. “Good cow.”

  A shiver of pure delight raced through the dancer. Shame followed it. Shame she was letting this happen, kneeling in the mud, her gravid tits dangling beneath her like some livestock. That she wasn’t resisting. Yet even as that thought tingled in her brain, Luxa’s hands slipped beneath her, and those devilish fingers touched her sensitive nipples.

  “Oooooh,” Asiana moaned, shivering with tactile delight.

  “Like that?” Luxa breathed as her hands continued to stroke and tease, the tips of her fingers tickling the throbbing dark nipples of the dancer’s mounds. “Do you want more?”

  “Y-yes!” Asiana gasped, shaking with need. “M-more! Please! Moooooore!”

  “Mmm. Good cow.”

  Luxa suddenly grabbed her breasts, eliciting a scream of pure delight as Asiana squirted her milk out once more. She felt the cool lips of the glass vial pressed against one nipple, her breast molded and teased, her milk flowing freely into the waiting vessel.

  As she was milked, the dancer lifted an arm, slid her hand between her thighs and back to her gaping cunny. “Nnn!” she groaned as her fingers slid into her hot and hungry slit. Her hips bucked as she fingers herself, beyond shame as her breasts were milked into the vial and into the mud. If anything, it only aroused her more. Made her pant and gasp.

  “M-more!” Asiana moaned as her fingers pumped into her cunt, pushing her towards a height unlike any she’d known yet. “Moooooooore! Ahhhhh!”

  She came, shameless, quivering, her juices drooling down and into the mud. Her milk splattering beneath her. Her orgasm consuming her in a white flash of mind numbing glory. She felt her breasts shrinking as she squirted the last of her cream into the jar and mud.

  Boneless in afterglow, she nearly fell into the mud, only for a pair of strong hands to catch her. She was lifted in the arms of the demoness, who looked down at her, smirking wide. Already the scales which had shone silver were receding from Luxa’s stunning face. Her teeth returning back to their normal fangs.

  “Good girl, slut. Now, let’s get you home.” The dark wings spread out, enclosed them. “You have one more sample to collect…”

  The Final Milking

  Asiana floated in the scented waters of the tub, staring at the ceiling. The bathroom still showed signs of its decrepitude in broken tiles and cracked walls, but efforts had been made to repair it here and there. Still, the pure white of the porcelain tub stood out starkly among the gloom, and the rosewater which Asiana bathed in was, frankly, startlingly odd.

  Steam rose in twining tongues from her bath as the dancer shifted. She’d long since cleaned the mud from her foray in Istanov’s bayou. Her breasts seemed ever larger, and still tingling with the memory of her milking. A memory she couldn’t quite shake. But she wasn’t focusing on that right now. She was thinking ahead. To the future.

  It was a strange thing to think on. But after sleeping for she wasn’t sure how long, she’d awoken and been instructed by her mistress… ah… by Luxa to take a bath.

  “Frankly, you stink of lizard, mud and cum. But the milky scent does suit you.”


  Asiana had flushed. “I don’t see how it matters.”

  “Oh it does. We need you nice and clean for your final lover.”

  “Final?”

  “Of course. I need one more sample for my work, slut.”

  The words had awoken Asiana from the stupor of her fucking. “One more? Then… ah… then what happens?”

  Luxa had smirked. “Hmm. Well, I suppose I could let you go. Now, get into the bath. Scoot!”

  A stinging slap to her soft bottom had hurried the young Shaddobaran into the bathroom, and now, as she languished in the waters warmed with demon’s flame, she thought about freedom. It was a strange prospect to her. Even in Shaddobar she had not been ‘free’. She had always been employed by some merchant or prince or handler. A trophy and treasure passed among them as the waves of power ebbed and flowed among the court intrigues of the palaces of the desert kingdoms.

  Freedom.

  She found herself massaging her breasts, but didn’t bother to stop herself. She sighed, sinking deeper into the hot waters until only her face and the upper globes of her teats broke the surface, her dark nipples tingling at the contrasting cool air and warm waters. Yes. Freedom. She could leave. Go anywhere. Do anything.

  Freedom.

  Why did it sound so hollow?

  She sighed. Well, the waters were getting cool. And her final task wasn’t getting any further away. Water sloughed off her curvy frame. Far more voluptuous than when she had first arrived. It would be hard to resume her work as a dancer like this. She’d have to practice far more.

  Of course, on the other hand, she knew that such curves would thrill those who looked at her. She smiled impishly and twirled as she made her way towards the door. Oh yes. She was looking good. She found herself actually excited to face whatever new lover the demoness had lined up for her.

  Opening the door, Asiana stepped back into the lab. As ever only the strange globes of light lit the chamber, washing it in warm hues.

  Asiana glanced about. “Mi-“ she coughed. “Luxa? Where are you?”

  “Here.”

  The word was whispered into the dancer’s ear. Asiana stiffened, gasping as strong hands slid across her front, pressing against her slim stomach and groping a plush teat. Asiana stiffened, moaned as those hungry fingers stroked her plump breast. Oh gods. It was so much better than her own hands…

  “Wh-where are… are we going this time?” Asiana managed between her panting breaths.

  “Oh? Eager are we? Can’t wait to have your pretty pussy fucked and bred? Your big tits milked like the plush cow you are?”

  “Mnnnn!” Asiana moaned, arching as those sinful fingers sank into her pliant tit-flesh. “D-don’t tease me…”

  “But you love it so.”

  Oh it was true. She did. She thrilled at how the demoness stroked and toyed with her. Teased and kissed the back of her neck. Her hair felt like it was standing on end with the electric sensitivity that thrummed through her.

  “Wh-where?”

  “Here.”

  Those hands suddenly pushed her. Asiana squeaked in surprise as she bounced off the softness of a mattress. She turned about and stopped, staring.

  Luxa stood before her in all the demon’s buxom glory. Breasts red as blood stood out, firm and perky, nipple dark as coal. Her stomach was smooth and toned. Her legs long and ending in sharp claws. The demoness smirked down at Asiana, tossing back a ribbon of black hair, her golden eyes bright with hunger.

  “Surprised?” Luxa said, her hands cupping her own breasts, teasing down her trim stomach and to her velvety, shaved slit. “Don’t be. I’ve been looking forward to fucking you since I brought you here, my pretty pet.”

  Asiana was panting. Every breath took in more of that spicy medley which surrounded the demoness in a miasma of pure arousal. Fuck. She was already wet. Her breasts already leaking her sweet cream. “You… but… um…”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I mean… you don’t have a… not that I’m complaining,” she quickly amended.

  Luxa threw back her head and laughed. The sound rang in the circular chamber, the glass of the dome quivering with the sound. Asiana felt herself flush.

  “That eager for a cock, hm? Why? Is my hot cunt not good enough for you? Oh my pretty cow slut, if you tasted my slit, I’d have you on your knees begging for more. You’d sell your own children for another chance to tongue me out. To taste my juices you’d walk across the plains of Aranth!”

  “The…huh?”

  “Plains of Aranth. It’s made of fire. Oh my silly slut. You are just precious.”

  Asiana flushed, her shame warring with a tingling delight that curled her toes. “I mean… I uh…”

  “No no. You’re very right. However am I going to fuck you with just my delicious pussy? Oh well. I guess I better resolve that.”

  The demoness cupped her mound. Making eye contact with the buxom, tanned beauty on the bed, the demoness slipped a finger inside herself, and stroked the bead of her clit.

  “Mnnn,” Luxa purred, her tongue flicking from her dark lips. A tongue which then began to speak in a language Asiana had never heard.

  The room grew dimmer. The lamps weakened, sputtered. From around the demon’s cunny runes began to glow. Licking into shape like a circle of flame newly kindled, every word breathed from the demon’s lips adding a new one. And all the while she strummed her clit, flicking that bead.

  Which had begun to swell.

  Asiana sucked in a breath, staring in awe and utter, shameful lust as the demon’s clit pushed past her hood. Beyond her pussy. The words thickened in the air. Luxa’s cunt parted as her clit pushed out, swelling, the head growing, the velvety depths of the demon’s cunt supplanted by the throbbing length of her new cock.

  Asiana stared. It wasn’t human. Not quite. The length was vaguely ribbed, the tip a bit more pointed than a human’s. But the sight of it. The scent of it filled the tan dancer with a lust unlike any she had known. The words of the spell had faded, but she felt them vibrate in her very bones. The runes were still there, glowing, throbbing.

  “How’s that?” Luxa asked, grinning down at her.

  Asiana couldn’t answer. The sight of that demonic prick had her entranced. Enthralled. She slowly rose to her hands and knees and crawled across the bed. Luxa’s grin widened as shaking hands reached out, touching her hot shaft. Slid up and down it with awestruck wonder.

  “Oh gods,” Asiana breathed.

  “No gods here,” Luxa said, her voice thick with arousal as the dancer’s fingers slid up and down her cock. “Just you and your mistress.”

  “Oh mistress,” Asiana said, the word rolling off her tongue. “Mistress. It’s… it’s wonderful…”

  “Oh? Better than the ones you’ve had before?”

  “Oh gods of the sands yes,” Asiana breathed. She snuck a peak at the demoness. Smiled shyly, and hefted her tits, pushing the demon’s cock between them.

  “Mnnn,” Luxa moaned as the dancer’s bronzed breasts began to move against her cock, stroking that hot rod of demonic virility. “That’s a good cow slut. Mnnn, fuck yes. That’s it. Good instincts.”

  Asiana flushed but said nothing to the demon’s terms of endearment. In fact, she felt a little quickening of her blood at the degrading terms. A thrill that tingled in her core and reverberated through her very soul. “Thank you, mistress,” Asiana said softly, leaning forward, her tongue flicking out, teasing the head of the demon’s cock as it crested her tits. “I want to be such a good milk slut for you. Do my tits please you, mistress? You gave them to me, and I’m so grateful. Does this make you happy?”

  “Mmmm. Very happy, slut. You’re doing… mnn… just fantastic. My pretty cow.”

  “Will you milk me?” Asiana breathed. “Will you milk me and fuck me and make me your personal cum dump?”

  “Is that what you want?” Luxa growled.

  “Oh yes,” Asiana said, sliding her breasts up and down faster, their passa
ge slickened by the pre that drooled from the demon’s fat cock. Slickening her to better take the demon’s throbbing shaft. “Oh mistress, I want it. I want your hot cock inside me. I want it to tame me. I want your essence pumping me so full my tits balloon. I want to be so milky for you, mistress.”

  “Then on your back, slut. It’s time for me to tame that cunt the way it should be.”

  Asiana didn’t hesitate. She fell back onto the bed, her plump breasts bouncing, tingling. She parted her thighs, baring her slick cunny. She looked up at the demoness with eyes shining with need and eager servitude.

  And Luxa was a being worthy of service. The demoness was the picture of feminine perfection and power as she prowled onto the bed. Her dark wings fluttered, wafting another lungful of her intoxicating scent. Her crimson skin was flawless. Her golden eyes hungry as a panther’s. Her hands powerful as she grasped Asiana’s hips. Her cock throbbing and slick with desire for the olive-skinned slut before it.

  “Take me,” Asiana whispered desperately.

  Luxa grinned, and thrust.

  Asiana’s vision turned white. Her whole body tensed in impossible pleasure as that crimson cock filled her. She screamed in obscene delight, her breasts quivering as she arched.

  “Ohhhh what a lovely song,” the demoness groaned as she started to fuck the buxom bitch, her hips hammering her cock into Asiana’s helpless cunt, sloshing into the drooling juices of the dancer’s pussy.

  “Oh yesssss! Oh gods! Oh! Oh! Nnnn! Mistress! Mistress! Fuck me! Yes! Fuck my cunt! Fill me! Tame me! Yes! Yesssss!”

  The pleasure overwhelmed Asiana. Not Gor’s impossibly massive cock, the not the lizardman’s savage lust could match it. She clung to the sheets as she took the demoness’s shaft, every thrust rippling through her in sweet pleasure. She moaned, gasped and bucked beneath her.

  Her first orgasm broke over her like a wave. She cried out, quivering, her nipples hard as diamonds as her pussy rippled around the demon’s cock. Luxa laughed, never breaking her stride. “What a good slut I have! Cumming so early. Oh you wanted this… hmmm… so bad. Who’s bitch are you?”