TiTS: On the Frontier [Blitzkrieg]

[Lazy Kitsune]

Get his fill Axan did. His hands roamed around the full plumpness of your breasts with a near feverish hunger. He marvelled at how your tits spilled forth from his grip, even if he took both hands to hold one. No doubt as well he must be enjoying your Treatment enhanced smell as you hear him breath deep from between your breasts. With how he marvelled at you before, you wonder what such a potent and direct dose of your pheromones might do to his enthusiasm. He already called you a goddess, he may very well start to believe it. And you expect his preferred form of worship would feel very good indeed. He takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks greedily. Getting a proper New Texan treat, you feel his cock throb even harder against your leg as he tastes your milk filling his mouth. His eyes roll back in his head for a moment as his hand finds your other nipple, starting to squeeze and pull on it, milking you into his palm a little while he delights the other breast with a lashing from his tongue.

Kneeling down just makes it easier for him to lose himself in your breasts. Its like his face has vanished entirely into your cleavage, the only reminder that its there being the constant sensation of his lips affection on your body and the moans he can't hold back as he savours you. Feeling your hand on his cock almost sent him over the edge immediately, but apart from a few sudden bucks of his hips and a heavy dollop of pre that now dripped onto your fingers, he managed to contain himself and enjoy the moment. He pulled off of your nipple to look up at you with wide adoring eyes as he licked his lips. "Fuck! Goddess! Princess! Queen! Amazing! You're amazing! You taste amazing! I fucking need you!"

True to his word, he barely spares a moment to breath before latching onto your other tit and giving it the same treatment as the one before. The body wash does help make your motions up and down his cock slicker, though what it may lack as a lube it makes up for with a sweet smell that'll make Axan's company all the more enjoyable. Especially if you planned on being this intimate with him often. In an odd way, this was pleasantly reminiscent of taking care of your own kids. Axan's smaller form and energetic nature reminded you of your boys well enough, but the feeling of nursing him coupled with cleaning him and tenderly taking care of him made you feel just as motherly as it did a sexy cow goddess as he saw you. Of course the added element of stroking him off while he declared how much he wanted to ravish you set the experience apart somewhat, but the pleasant feelings were there all the same anyway. Now just mixed in with... other... pleasant feelings.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

If he wasn't good for much else, Axan at least knew how to make a girl feel appreciated!

It had been a good long while since Annie had spent the night with a man so enamored with her body. Usually, only young bucks just coming to terms with their Treatment or off-worlders were absolutely hungry to feast on the bounty of a cowgirl's body. It was hard to say whether she preferred that kind of raw enthusiasm over the practiced pumping of a veteran bull who knew just how to put her in her place, but after a hard day and some hurt feelings, having the little varmint calling her a goddess while he drank his fill felt darn good! The alabaster skin of her cheeks and chest grew flushed with arousal as the Raskvel declared his desire for her, and Annie made little effort to conceal the gentle coos of delight his efforts drew out of her with every greedy squeeze and ravenous suckle.

"Mmmhmmm, gooood boy... you just lay back and suck, sug... let Miss Annie clean you out good and proper..."

It was hard to put into words just how right it felt to be pampering an eager little guy like Axan. It made her feel more than just desired. It made her feel useful. Her babies were long past the point where they'd let her spoil them like she used to, and it was unlikely she'd be popping out any more children of her own. Being able to really take care of her reptilian passenger, even if it was in a significantly different way than she had her own children, was about as maternal as she was liable to get. Better to really stretch it out and enjoy it.

Her hands mirrored that sentiment. One wrapped delicately atop the other, she pumped them up and down in unison with each other, twisting her wrists as she did so, stroking him off like she was back on the ranch churning butter. She had never known any of the farmhands back home to resist Miss Annie's hand-churning for very long, not when she really got going. But Axan wasn't a mouthy bull complaining about balls too full to work. He was a sweet little guy in need of a proper cleaning. So her pace was deliberately slow, deliberately gentle. She wanted to give him all the time he needed to get his fill of her sweet milk and build up a big, musky load of his own cream first.

Then she could let him go off like an oil derrick. But only then.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Axan is perfectly happy to do just as you say, relaxing as he suckles to his heart's content from your teats like a new born calf. Although every so often he does something to remind you that his intentions towards you are anything but treating you as his mother - unless the Raskvel had very different family units to what you were personally used to, such tales of alien practices were not unheard of in the last Rush and this one was rumoured to be even more exotic. His fingers would occasionally pinch and pull on your plump nipples, sensing their sensitivity and eager to make the most of it. The cheeky lizard would pause his tasting of your milk to grin at you whenever he found the right set of motions to make your cheeks flush more and draw out moans and gasps from your lips.

Your own handiwork was having a profound effect on him in return. His eyes would occasionally cross or glaze over as his cock throbbed in your touch. You might be the most well practiced hands to grace his cock as even in your more reserved state you felt like you were keeping him right at the edge of climax. He managed to stave it off, and you managed to keep to a pace that stopped him from losing control entirely, edging him a long as he lost himself in your tits once more. His rounded sack swung beneath his shaft, pulsing as it built up a load you found yourself growing more and more eager to see released. Still, there was so much more pleasure that could be wrung out of this moment and Axan certainly didn't look tired of enjoying your cleavage.

The Treatment, coupled with the boons of motherhood three times over had left you the proud owner of two very plump and very productive breasts. Seeing men and women alike become distracted by them in conversation was not uncommon, but the delight in Axan's eyes... the need... it was all the more rewarding to experience. He worshipped your tits with devotion and hunger in equal measure, and though his lips spent most their time wrapped around one nipple or another - running his tongue around the tit, flicking back and forth or just sucking more of your sweet milk out to fill his mouth with - he would spare plenty of moments to kiss, lick and nip across the vast bounty your bosom offered, especially as he dived his face in right between your milky melons to immerse himself in your womanly charms.

Your own hands grew slicker and slicker with pre that mingled with the lotion to add more lube for you to use. The steady shlick of your palms running up and down his shaft rose above the sound of the shower. His cock was certainly thick enough for you to make good use of both your palms being wrapped around it, and it kept rubbing against your belly and even the underside of your tits as you knelt to continue to clean and service him. Occasionally he would buck his hips up enough to almost press his tip into the valley of your cleavage, attempting to penetrate your underboobs, however he was a little too enraptured with you to coordinate such a tactful thrust at the moment.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

It had been years since Annie had been so thoroughly worshipped by a young stud, and in those years she had almost forgotten how good it felt. Not just the physical sensation, the hungry suckling, the greedy hands looking to grab at every thick curve of her body, but the feeling of being wanted. The natives of New Texas, they got on just fine, but there was just something about the way offworlders seemed to lose themselves in the soft, welcoming body of a cow or beneath the hard, virile frame of a bull. The total loss of control, the desire. It was clear as day to her that poor li'l Axan had lost himself in her generous rack, drinking his fill of her sweet cream while she built him up and up and up, and she wasn't far behind him. Her thighs had grown sticky with her arousal, the scent only adding to the steamy deluge of pheromones and pre-cum filling the shower stall. With her cheeks thoroughly flushed and her eyes unfocused, Annie couldn't help but moan softly in tune with his ministrations, her airy sighs mingling with the occasional, more animalistic moo. She could spend all day having him pamper her girls to his heart's content. Maybe she even should have...

Feeling him throb in her palm reminded her of the situation, though. She wasn't there to be milked! She was there to do a little milking of her own. The poor li'l varmint felt like he was fit to explode as she brought him to the very precipice of release time and time again, exercising all the skill of a cow who had drained more than her fair share of big, powerful cock over the years. The key to a good bull-milking was always a big, strong finish, and it seemed to her that the grimy little mechanic was good and ready for his.

"You ready, sweetie? Ready to give me that big... thick... heavy load?" She let her words hang like honey, sweet and heady, as she cooed to him, pulling herself back just enough to free her girls from his grip and give him a good look at them, "'Cause I think I'm ready to take it..."

Her hands, soft and slick and warm, picked up their pace, wringing him from base to tip with well-practiced motions, each hand twisting in tandem as she pumped him faster and faster. Though her eyes had gone hazy before, in the moment, watching him writhe and throb beneath her, she could only glance down at him with equal parts maternal love and burning lust as she spoiled him.

"C'mon, baby. Show me how much you like these big tits. Paint them. Claim your cow with a big, fat load of bull-batter. Give it to me. Give it to me, Axan."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Each time you moaned Axan grew more determined to please you. He found which strokes of his tongue and squeezes of his hand made those sweet sounds come out of you. For as impassioned as he seemed to get about making you moan, the first time he heard you 'moo' had a far more extreme effect on him. Something about that primal, instinct driven call of pleasure made him suckle deep of your milk and drink in a frenzy. He tried with more enthusiasm than he knew he could muster to make you moo all the more. He almost fought against you when you pulled him away from your tits to bring him to a much awaited climax, but your words and your hold on his cock soon had him blissfully becoming putty in your hands.

His eyes followed the swing of your heavy tits - transfixed like a volunteer watching a hypnotist's pendulum on stage. An apt comparison, given how the potent mixture of your pheromones, your treated milk and the expert hands running across his cock would leave him in a state similar to a trance and just as suggestable. When he's eventually drawn by your words to look away from your tits and meet your own eyes, you can see just how deeply he adores you right now. All it may take going forward is a whiff of your pheromones to get him ready to treat you like the hot cow goddess he's already declared you are. Whether that's through milking you to your heart's content or attempting to mount and rut you like a proper New Texan Bull remains to be seen, although you wouldn't be surprised if it included both and more.

"Fuck!" he says with a feverish not. "I'm ready! Here it comes, Annie!" His eyes cast back down to your tits as he licks his lips. "I'm going to cover your big cow tits with my cum. Fuck! Here it- Fuuuuck!"

His cock pulses beneath your palms, heat surging up through the shaft as it twitches almost angrily against your grip. His tight, round sack contracts and shakes as his hips buck against the air. A large white bubble surges to his tip, and then fractions of a second later it explodes, shooting out across your chest. The first spray splatters across your upper breasts in a wide arc, a shower of seed across your chest mirroring the shower of water currently spraying across Axan's back. It doesn't stop there, your churning having worked up quite the load within the small man's large sack. A second burst comes out, quicker than the first, smearing one of your tits and the surrounding breast with your seed. Splatters fall onto your knees and tummy as he sprays again as if trying to make sure both your tits were as equally coated in your cum as possible. Two more loads of similar sizes came out. Axan's toes dug into the ground and his eyes rolled up in his head. You could tell this was quite an intense orgasm compared to what he was used to, and he was rewarding you for giving it to him with splatters reaching your neck and cheek.

Finally one more pulse up his cock released the last of his cum into your hands. You weren't as absolutely painted as a Bull would have left you, but for such a comparatively small specimen he sure packed a surprisingly hefty package. Good thing you were already in the shower, though you imagine Axan might want to enjoy admiring his handy work for a few moments before it gets washed away. Once he gets a chance to that is, as with the finale of his orgasm hitting, he's left in a bit of a daze and almost doubles over, managing to catch himself against the side of the shower with a wide, goofy grin on his face.

"Fuck... That was amazing..." he murmurs out, gasping for air.

Thick, hot strings of seed pool between your tits. His enthusiasm for marking you as his own clearly helped pump more out of him then even he knew he could give, leaving you deliciously glazed. From your cheek, a salty dollop fell over your lips, letting you taste some of his cum. It had a slight spicy undertone to it, but its thickness and overall texture was similar to human cum. Of course, it lacked the pheromone impact that a New Texan Bull's seed would have. Good thing too. With how pent up you are yourself, goodness knows what you'd have done if he'd had the potency of a treated man and whether or not you'd have ever been able to stop.