An older story and treat for all my loyal readers. All characters in this story are over 18 years of age. Enjoy!
Perrin Anders slammed the hoe into the ground once more. Taking off his hat, he wiped away the sweat of the morning’s work and looked out over the fields. Rows on rows of seeds had been sown in the dark fertile earth, awaiting the first rains. He looked up further, past the edge of the warded fence and to the forest which grew wild at the edge of his property. Underbrush exploded beneath towering trees whose foliage wreathed the land below in shadow. Tangled thorns and vines strangled the darkness where strange things lived and hunted. Things his mother had warned him against. Things that had claimed his father long before Perrin could remember the man. Perrin turned nineteen that winter, and so was due the farm and all its environs. A heavy task for one so young, but he had confidence nonetheless.
Perrin sighed and shook his head. He had other problems anyway. With his mother, Charla, dead, all the work of the farm fell all to him. And there was so much to do…
Perrin jumped at the voice in a world of silence. He turned sharply towards the gate and gaped. A woman stood there, leaning on the fence. The only thing she wore was a pair of overalls that did nothing to hide her curvy form. And curvy was the right word. She was even taller than him, a pair of stubby cow horns rising out of her mottled black and white hair. Her face was serene and beautiful in a matronly way, and her breasts…
Well, there was no getting around her breasts. They swelled against the front of her overalls, mashed against the thick fabric and risking popping free with her every movement. Perrin could fairly hear those generous orbs slosh with their creamy bounty. Her scent filled the air with a far from unpleasant, creamy fragrance that made him acutely aware of how tight his pants were.
Perrin had never met a holstaur before, one of the many creatures created during that cataclysmic event that had formed the Lost Lands. When demons and their taint had spread from rifts across the world, mutating and reshaping the land and beasts who’d resided there. But he had heard enough to be wary. Though they were far from the most aggressive creatures around the Wire Woods, he’d heard of them preying on men and women. Enticing them into their arms, soothing and enthralling the unwary with their addictive cream.
“Hello,” Perrin said, stepping slowly towards the fence. “Can I help you?”
“Well I do hope so, sweet thing. Name’s Tabitha.” She drew out a placard showing ‘Help Wanted’ in large black letters. “You the one who put this up on the road?”
“Oh,” Perrin said. “Um, yes. I did.”
“Well isn’t that plum perfect! It just so happens I’m looking for a place to work,” she said, beaming radiantly.
Perrin hesitated at that. He was never terribly good at this part. During the harvest season, when extra hands had been needed, his mother had usually handled the more confrontational aspects of the farm’s business ventures, while he much preferred to get his hands in the dirt and work the fields.
Tabitha smiled again. A very warm smile, Perrin noted. “I understand. You’ve probably heard about holstaurs, haven’t you?”
She laughed richly. “Oh, don’t worry your silly head there, darling. Truth be told, some of my sisters have been… well, aggressive to be sure,” she said. “And you see, the stories don’t lie. But they are a bit of an exaggeration.”
“Oh yes,” she said, leaning in, and oh but it was a trial not to look down into the creamy valley that was revealed. “You see, a holstaur needs to be milked, darling. And some cows, well, if they don’t get it, they become a little… aggressive. See? And if they’re too long gone and find a nice fella or filly, then they just can’t help themselves, and pull the poor little thing into their big, milky tits. And of course, sometimes, you get the worst sort. The sort that go ahead and take advantage of pretty young things like you, making them addicted to their cream and milking their essence.”
Perrin blushed, swallowed thickly, his cock throbbing. “I… I see.”
“But you don’t need to worry about that with me,” she said, winking. “See, I got myself a personal milker. Keeps me nice and empty so I can live my life as I like. Make sure I don’t have to find myself some cute little boy to do it for me all the time. Not that I complain. It feels right good having a fella on my lap, their soft lips on my teat and just… drinking all my cream.”
She shivered, her breasts bouncing with the movement. Perrin stared at those rich, full orbs perhaps a little longer than was proper before he managed to pull his eyes back to her smiling face. “I… I see.”
“I bet you do,” she chuckled. She brushed back her mottled hair with a weary sigh. “And I want t’ settle down. But wouldn’t you know it? I get chased out of everywhere, try as I might. Cities and towns only believe those tales of us taking sweet milky thralls and keeping them nice and dumb and horny. Little more than pet milk slaves for us. And I’m not looking to wander over the world no more. A holstaur doesn’t much like to wander. We wanna find a nice homestead, see? Just settle in nice and proper. And I ain’t afraid of working for it. That’s why I was so excited t’ see your sign on the road looking for a housekeeper.”
Perrin chewed on his lower lip, thinking. Or, trying to. Her sweet, creamy scent was awfully distracting. But he had always thought of himself as a good man. A kind one. And his mother never would have turned away someone in need…
“Seems to me you got yourself some nice wards here,” she observed suddenly. She reached out and tapped one of the poles fencing the property. The ward written on the wood flashed red, sparking. She pulled her finger back, and Perrin watched raptly as she sucked it. “Smart of you. Keeps the demon’s taint and those carrying it out. And looks like it’s a contract work. So, how about this. You just tell me the laws of the land, and I’ll swear to obey them so long as I’m on the property. Sounds fair?”
Perrin licked his lips. It did sound alright… Though his mother had arranged the wards after his father was lost to the forest, Perrin had never actually worked a contract with someone. But he had seen his mother apply it to a few of the tainted when they worked for a season, to keep them out of trouble.
“Tell you what,” he said at last. “We’ll have a… trial period for a few weeks. See how it goes.”
Tabitha brightened eagerly. “You will! Well that’s mighty kind! Now, how’s about that ward contract? How about we say… I’ll not do anything that you won’t want me to. Sounds good?” she asked. “That way, you don’t have t’ worry about me tricking you into doing something… silly.”
“I… I guess that sounds good. My mother usually did this…”
“Aw, you poor thing. Lost your mother hm?” the holstaur said sympathetically, and there was an odd twinkle in those dark, beautiful eyes.
Perrin cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uh, yeah. Right. So, the ward…” Perrin raised his hand and spoke the pass spell. Tabitha closed her eyes as a ribbon of magic stretched out from the ward and gently wrapped around her throat, forming a dark band inscribed with the words of the contract. She took a sharp breath as the spell sealed itself, snapping off the ward and glowing on her throat like a collar.
And before Perrin knew what was happening, he was in the statuesque woman’s arms, his head pressed against the soft cushion of her breasts. He gasped, head spinning as he was treated to a sudden flood of her creamy scent. “Oh, thank you! Thank you thank you thank you! Such a sweet boy, giving me a hand like this. I don’t know how I can repay you, sweet thing that you are,” Tabitha cooed and nuzzled him lovingly.
Perrin flushed deeper. “Um, T-Tabitha!”
“Whoops!” the holstaur laughed, releasing him and planting her hands on her generous hips. “Sorry there, sweet thing. Sometimes I forget myself. Don’t worry! You’re the boss. But uh, mind if I set up in the barn yonder? I gotta get my milker all set. Been a bit since I got these puppies nice and empty. And I’m starting to feel it.”
She hefted her sloshing teats and Perrin felt his flush grow a little more. “Um, no. No problem. Do you need a hand?”
“Nah. I can get it set up real fine,” she said, flashing him a smile. “But thanks kindly for the offer,” she added, pushing open the gate and strolling inside. She ruffled his hair lovingly as she passed. “I got a feeling we’re gonna get along real well.”
Perrin smiled back uncertainly. “I uh… hope so too…”
Perrin had always enjoyed the routine of farm work. It was predictable. Easy. Natural, and he’d done it all his life. There was comfort in the routine, especially when such massive changes had come into his life. Of course, all the Lost Lands were unpredictable. Had always been. But the world beyond the fields had never really interested him. His were primarily practical concerns. But he knew enough that every morning he first checked the wards around the grounds, for demons stalked the Lost Lands, and to fall to their grasps was a fate far worse than death.
He was in the midst of watering the fields when he heard a throaty moan from the barn. For a moment he froze, his heart hammering with fear before he remembered that he wasn’t alone on the property anymore. He relaxed a little, but when he heard that deep, pleasured lowing again he felt his heart flutter with an entirely new feeling.
His steps began to move towards the barn. He knew he shouldn’t. Knew it was improper and highly rude, but the sounds called to him. The panting cries and the unmistakeable thumping of machinery drawing him in like the drums of a wilder queen. The door stood open a sliver. Perrin hesitated a moment more, then peeked inside.
Sunlight bled through from the loft and cracks in the walls, revealing the empty stalls and tools resting in sharp relief. Near the rear of the barn was Tabitha. She was sitting on a stool, the straps of her overalls undone and flopping down on her lap, freeing her immense, freckled breasts to the open air. All save her nipples, which were firmly clasped in a pair of rubber cups connected by a hose to a large pump.
Perrin stared, dumbstruck at the scene. Tabitha’s face was rapturous as she cradled her massive breasts. Her cheeks flushed, lashes fluttering. Her pants and moans echoing in the barn as she ground her ass against the stool, palming her soft, bouncy breasts.
“Mmnnn! Oh y-yes! Ah. Ahn! Yesss! Milk me. Oh gods yes. Ah. Ahn! M-moooooo!”
Perrin realized he was breathing deeply. The steady thump of the pump seemed to reverberate through him. His heart throbbed, his ears ringing with the gushing suck of those tubes.
“Mnnn! Yes! Yessssss!” Tabitha cried out, one of her hands sliding down her creamy breast, down, down, and… and between her legs…
Perrin flushed, ashamed, yet he couldn’t turn away from the carnal sight as Tabitha rocked against her fingers, her breasts quivering in the embrace of the rubber cups, masking her nipples like some belated piece of modesty. Her breasts bouncing in her grasp. Bouncing. Bouncing…
“Ooooh yeeeeessssss!” Tabitha screamed, her voice ringing out, her whole body tensing as she came in a thunderous climax. Her peak hit Perrin like a punch in the gut. He gasped, taking in a shuddering breath, his knees bending as his cock strained against his pants.
Tabitha sighed, easing back. With a shaking hand she reached out and touched the pump, the machine winding down slowly. With a moan she disconnected the cups and at last Perrin had a full view of her glorious teats, the nipples puffy and still dribbling with the sweet cream of her milk. His tongue moved over his lips as Tabitha cradled her breasts, smiling down at them with sated delight. He watched her reach behind the machine and unhook a glass bottle; her thick, rich cream sloshing within.
Lazily, Tabitha picked up the straps of her overalls and once more covered her breasts. Perrin started back, breaking the strange spell woven around him. He glanced down and noticed for the first time how painfully hard he was. Flushing, he hurried away and back to the fields, but it was a long time indeed before he managed to walk without a limp.
The sun had begun to set by the time Perrin made his way back to the house. He hadn’t forgotten the incident in the barn, and knew that seeing Tabitha would be awkward. Nonetheless, he had no intention of sleeping outdoors. Strange things wandered the Lost Lands during the night, and even with the wards about he had no intention of being caught outside. The denizens of the Wire Woods had many ways to entice their prey, as they had his father. He opened the door and paused as a bevy of sweet, warm smells wafted to him.
“Perrin! There you are. I was wondering where you’d been. C’mon in! I’ve got dinner all set up for us.”
Perrin recovered himself at the singing voice of Tabitha and he stepped into the dining room, staring in awe. Arranged before him on the table was a feast of baked delights, still steaming as if just plucked from the oven. Breads and cakes layered in oozing chocolate. Pies steaming through the slatted crust. All laid beside foods that he’d never seen before but that made his mouth water immediately.
Tabitha sat in a chair at the head of the table. “I was never much of a cook but I’m a swell baker. Well! Whad’ya think?”
“Um, wow,” Perrin could only say. “This looks amazing.”
She beamed. “Glad you think so. Come on! Dig in. I made it special for you. You were out there working all day like a big, powerful stud of a man. I think it’s high time you had a bit a pampering. Don’t you?”
Perrin flushed a little. He’d never considered himself in need of pampering. But a strange warmth filled his chest at the busty woman’s words. He took a seat and pulled over a roll, not noticing the sparkle in Tabitha’s eye as she leaned on the table, chin in her palms, breasts resting on her plate as he took a bite.
Warm, fluffy bread practically melted in his mouth. A filling of something sweet, thick and heavy burst onto his taste bud. “Mmm,” Perrin gasped. “That’s good!”
Tabitha giggled. “Glad you think so. Well? Go ahead! Eat up. There’s plenty. And we want you big and strong for all the work you’ll be doing.”
With a will Perrin went to it. The warm food, its taste accented with a melting creaminess, oozed through him wonderfully. Gods. He’d never eaten anything so good! He was in the midst of taking a slice of rich chocolate cake when he noticed Tabitha hadn’t touched the plates. He swallowed what he’d been eating. “Oh, uh. Won’t you have something?”
Tabitha smiled happily. “Mmm, so nice of you to worry about me, darlin’. But I already ate. Love baked goods but truth be told it doesn’t fill me up like it does such a pretty young thing like you. Besides,” she added, her long lashes fluttering. “I do so love to see a man enjoy my bounty.”
Perrin flushed with embarrassment. To avoid having to reply he resumed eating. The rich food warmed him wonderfully, easing away the strains of the day and filling him with a lazy lethargy. Chocolate melted in his mouth and oozed down his throat. Honey and cream tickled his taste buds and down his throat. At last he laid down his fork, easing back in the chair with a warm sigh.
“All done?” Tabitha said.
“Mmm. Yeah…” Perrin mumbled, his eyes lidded with exhaustion, his thoughts sloshing in his head with warm contentment.
“Glad ta hear, stud. Oof. You look like a right tired. C’mere. I’ve got just the thing to make you feel more… relaxed…”
Perrin let her pull him out of the chair and guide him into the living room. He came a little to himself as Tabitha slowly undid the buttons of his shirt, tossing the fabric aside and leaving him naked from the waist up. “Uh, Tabitha?”
“Don’t you worry none sugar,” the holstaur said soothingly. “You had a long day and you just need a chance ta relax.”
“Just a massage, sweet thing. Ease those muscles. Don’t you forget now. I swore I’d not do anything your pretty little head wouldn’t like. Didn’t I? And this here contract ‘ll make sure I always keep my word. So, there’s nothing to worry about. Is there?”
That was true, Perrin knew. And he supposed he didn’t… necessarily mind as she helped him lie down on the couch, his stomach resting on the warm, woolen fabric of the blanket. He jumped a little as he felt Tabitha straddle him, her soft thighs engulfing his legs, her mons resting against his firm ass. “Uh…”
“Just relax, sugar,” Tabitha said, her voice falling into a sing song cadence, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders. “Just tell me if you’re at all uncomfortable.”
Well, he was, but Perrin could hardly tell her that his hardening cock was the cause. Perrin shifted, but as the holstaur’s hands began to gently work the tension of his shoulders, he found it harder to be tense. To be nervous. In fact, it felt… it felt good. Very good. Nice and soothing. And she had sworn she wouldn’t do anything he didn’t want…
Slowly, Perrin relaxed beneath the busty holstaur, his body warmed by the meal he had eaten. The heaviness of exhaustion settling more firmly on him. His muscles easing, growing soft. Pliable in the holstaur’s knowing hands.
“Mmm,” Perrin sighed as she worked.
“Feels nice and warm here hm? Just easy ta relax under my hands. Feel nice and soft. Nice and eeeeasy,” she said, her voice soft, a tickle in his ear as her hands rubbed soothing motions into his back.
“Mmm. Yeah…” Perrin sighed.
“Feelin’ nice and relaxed now, huh, darling? Nice and… pliable…”
“Pliable…” Perrin murmured.
“Nice and soft. Nice and easy. Nice and warm…”
“Yeah…” Perrin said, softer now.
He heard the holstaur hum in amusement. Felt her shift. Her hands continued to massage his shoulders, but now something soft pressed into his back. Something with two firm nubs.
“I really appreciated your giving me a chance, Perrin,” Tabitha breathed into his ear, her hair brushing the back of his neck. “Not many would be so nice and trusting of a holstaur, you know. They’d be so afraid of us. Of us making them into our silly little milk boys. Our little farm boy slaves who just can’t help but drink all our milk.”
“Yeah…” Perrin sighed, barely listening. Just absorbing her every word as he was pressed beneath her softness, his thoughts as lazy as a dog lying in the summer sun.
“Because you needed me around the place,” she said, her lilting voice seeping into his ear, turning his soft, muddled mind into mush. “Because you need a woman around the place. And I need a man, don’t I? A nice… quiet… pliable man. So soft. So… needy…”
Perrin bit his lower lip, feeling his cock throb, hardening further. He inhaled deeply, taking in a long breath of that scent. That warm, homey smell of cream that just made him relax. Made him ease. Made him…
“Obedient,” Tabitha breathed.
“O…bedient?” Perrin murmured, worry creasing his brow, tightening his shoulders. But before he could focus on it her hands had soothed away the tension in his body. Her breasts pressing more firmly against his back.
“Obedient,” Tabitha breathed.
“Oh…” Perrin sighed. “Obedient…”
“But don’t worry,” Tabitha giggled. “I ain’t like one a those wild holstaurs. If they saw a silly, obedient boy like you around, why, they’d be liable to turn him into their little bimbo pet. Wouldn’t they?”
“Mmm,” Perrin sighed, his blood warming at the strange thought of being entrapped by the wonderous curves of a wild holstaur. Her thighs engulfing his. Her pussy swallowing his cock, drowning him in warm softness. In the sweet ambrosia of her milk. All the while she fucked and milked his mind away. Turning him into her obedient pet. Her personal slut.
Her little… bimbo… husband…
“But I don’t want that,” Tabitha breathed, her lips gently kissing the back of his neck. “Don’t you worry now, darling. Don’t you worry about a thing. You had me bound by a contract. And I want what you want. After all, this is a big property you got. Lotta work around here. Which is why you hired me.”
“And I think it would be fine ‘n dandy if’n I helped you out a bit more round here, huh?”
“After all, a silly boy like you needs all the help he can get…”
Tabitha giggled, a sound that made Perrin twitch with desire.
“Such a good boy, Perrin. My darling boy. You’re doing so good. And I promise I’ll show you just how lovely it will be to have me around,” she said, her hands still moving, still easing him, still working him into a puddle of needy desire beneath her. “We’ve got plenty a time. And I think we’re gonna get along real fine. Real… fine…”
Perrin sighed again, eased by her comforting tone and the warm languor that spread through him like honey under a butter knife. That’s right, he thought vaguely as he began to drift away. That’s right. They had plenty of time. Plenty of time…
Perrin normally woke with the sun, but that morning was different. He sat up in his bed feeling oddly relaxed and… something else he couldn’t quite name. But he felt good. Better than he had for a long time. As he dressed, he wondered what had happened last night. The last thing he recalled was eating dinner and Tabitha inviting him for a massage. A massage… Perrin felt a flush at the thought of that curvy holstaur atop him, but everything after she took his hand was a haze. As he thought about it, a warm contentedness spread through him, his hands slowing as he smiled in easy bliss. Well, whatever had happened, it couldn’t have been that bad. After all, the holstaur was bound by the contract. She’d never do anything he didn’t want. He quickly finished dressing and stepped outside, ready to face the day.
And a good day it was. The sun beamed down, not too hot. Not too bright. The loamy soil of the field already showed the first hints of green shoots. That was the benefit of living so near the Wire Woods. Things grew there like hotcakes! Of course, you had to be careful weeding. Some seeds snuck in, and the last thing a farmer needed was to step outside to harvest the pumpkins, and suddenly find himself in the nectar riddled grasp of a waiting alraune. Rolling up his sleeves, Perrin made his way towards the fields, his path taking him by the barn.
“Oh, darling? Um, mind giving me a hand real quick?”
Perrin halted, the sound of Tabitha’s voice singing through him. He glanced at the barn, swallowed, and somewhat nervously, eased open the door.
Tabitha sat within on the stool he had seen her on yesterday, her breasts once more capped in the cups of the silent pump. She smiled at him and beckoned him in with a nod of her horned head. “C’mon in. I seem to be having a little trouble…”
“Oh?” Perrin said, walking inside now. “What seems to be the problem?”
“Well, seems like my machine is busted. Won’t pump.”
Perrin frowned. “Oh. Well, I could take a look at it…”
“Already did. Needs a part I don’t got on me. And… well, the issue is, darling, I’m in a bit of a fix. See, I kinda need to get my big breasts milked.”
She pulled free the cups and Perrin stared, gobsmacked at the sight of Tabitha’s breasts, nipples engorged and puffy with need. He gulped, a wave of heat passing through him, his tongue cleaving to the roof of his mouth.
“Please, sugar?” Tabitha moaned, hefting her teats, and gods above Perrin could very well hear them slosh with their creamy contents. “I just gotta, and I can’t do it myself without the pump. And I know you’ve got some gentle hands there.”
Perrin flushed deeper, but as he watched a pair of white droplets bead the holstaur’s breasts and slide lazily down her teats, he found himself nodding. “I… of course, Tabitha. I’d be happy to.”
“Oh, thank you, darling. I knew I could count on my good boy,” she said, fluttering her lashes.
Something about the way she said that bothered Perrin, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He nodded shakily and fetched a stool and a bucket, dragging them over before taking a seat before the busty holstaur. “So um, how should I…”
“Just like this, darling,” Tabitha said, suddenly leaning forward and wrapping her arms around his neck. Perrin started, finding his face an inch from hers. He was suddenly aware of just how… large she was. How much taller than him and how… how wonderful she smelled. Like fresh churned cream…
“You gonna stare all day, darling? Or are you gonna milk my big breasts?”
Perrin flushed, snapping back to the present and Tabitha’s smiling face. Nervously he reached down between them until his hands touched her massive breasts.
“Sorry!” Perrin stammered, yanking his hands away. “Did that hurt?”
“Oh no, Perrin. Not at all. I’m just… real sensitive when I’m so full…”
“Oh. Um… yes…” Seeing the rosy hue in the holstaur’s normally pale cheeks made Perrin flush even harder, to say nothing of when he again gently touched her heavy teats, eliciting a low, sighing moan from her.
“Mmmnn. There. Just like that. Nice and easy. Eaaaaasy. Now, just take my nipples in your hands. Be gentle now. I’m real sensitive there.”
Gently, Perrin stroked her breasts, moving his hands slowly towards the hardened nubs of her nipples. Tabitha moaned low and heavily, her breath hot and sweet against his face. “Oh yes… J-just like that, darling. Mnnn. You’re real… real good at that. A good… good boy. Now just… just give ‘em a bit of a massage.”
Perrin nodded shakily. Oh gods, what was he doing? But he couldn’t stop. He’d come this far. He felt her arms tighten around his neck as his fingers gently touched her puffy nipples, tickling them with the tips of his fingers. He could fairly feel the engorged milk within straining for release.
“Oh P-Perrin. Just… just like that. Now… now hold them real firm. Massage them a bit.”
“Mnnnnnn! Yessss!” the holstaur moaned as his hands shyly sank into her dangling breasts, pressing them together, mushing their softness and letting his fingers stroke her.
He lost himself in the movements. The sweet smell of her milk. The sensation of her arms around him, her soft moans an inch from his face, her eyes lidded with the pure pleasure of his hands on her heavy tits.
“Yessss. Just… ah… just like… like that. Oh gods. Gods, Perrin. I’m… I’m gonna… I’m… M-mooooooooo!” Tabitha moaned, the sound shuddering from her as milk suddenly burst from her engorged teats. Her milk hit the bucket with a metallic ping, the scent swelling upwards. As if of their own accord, his hands continued to move, gently teasing her breasts, milking her more and more.
“Oh Perrin,” she panted, her dark eyes so warm. So soft. So smoky with her unrestrained pleasure he could just lose himself in them. “Oh, my lovely… sweet boy…”
By the time she was done, her sensitive breasts emptied of their sweet cream, Perrin was harder than he had ever been in his life. Every breath came heavy and ragged, almost as deep as Tabitha’s.
“Mmm. Darling? I think I’m empty. Not that I’m complaining, mind,” she said.
Perrin jumped, pulling his hands back from the holstaur’s heavy breasts. “S-sorry, Tabitha.”
She smiled at him, and oh gods, those lips. Those wonderful, puffy red lips were so close to his. Begging to be kissed. “Oh darling, there’s nothing you need to apologize for. You were just being a good boy, weren’t you?”
Again that warm wash at her words. A hint of shame, but something deeper. “Y-yes.”
“I ah… I am a good boy,” Perrin said.
He couldn’t believe what he just said, but when he saw how adoring Tabitha’s eyes were, he let those worries go. She stroked his cheek lovingly. “Mmm. And I agree. Like I said, I don’t mind none if you keep milking me a bit. Though,” she added, reaching down between them and caressing the front of his pants. “Looks like you enjoyed it, too.”
Perrin sucked in a breath as her fingers stroked the tenting fabric of his pants, his cock twitching, yearning to feel those deft fingers on his hot flesh. “T-Tabitha, I don’t…”
“You can’t very well go back ta work all hard like this,” Tabitha breathed, smiling wonderfully. “Here,” she cooed, sliding slowly down his front until she was kneeling between his legs, her eyes shining up at him soulfully. “Let momma Tabitha take care of you.”
Perrin’s heart hammered in his chest as she easily unlaced the front of his pants. He knew he should tell her no. Deny her. The contract would do it. The command was on the tip of his tongue, but as his cock sprang into the open air, painfully hard and throbbing, he could only find a soft whine in himself. Tabitha’s eyes flashed in delight as she leaned in. “Oh darling. You needed this more than you think.”
“If you don’t want it, say the word,” she said, tapping the collar binding her throat. “And I’ll stop right quick. You’re in control, my sweet thing. I’m just the help. Now let me… help you.”
“I-oooooh,” Perrin moaned as her tongue glided up his shaft, teasing the sensitive underside and flicking the throbbing head. “I… I don’t…”
“Hush now. Pretty young thing like you deserves a treat. After all, you been so kind to me,” she breathed, pushing forward, her generous breasts engulfing his cock. “Such a good boy helping me milk my big, soft breasts. So milky. So heavy. So soft. Time for them to reward you.”
“Oh gods,” Perrin gasped as she began to lift her breasts, squeezing his throbbing manhood between them, her milk lubricating them as she masturbated him between those two glorious orbs. “T-Tabitha. I…”
“Feels so good, doesn’t it?” she breathed, moving more, her breath steaming. The scent of her fresh milk filling the air, soothing him. Easing away his fears. “Feels so good bein’ pleasured by my big… milky… tits… doesn’t it?”
“Mnnn,” Perrin moaned, clutching his chair in helpless pleasure. Oh, gods this couldn’t really be happening. It couldn’t really be happening! But if it wasn’t. If this really was a dream, let him never wake. Let him live forever in that wonderful world of milk and softness and easy surrender.
“Such a good boy,” Tabitha breathed, his cock never escaping the mass of her milky tits, the softness capturing him. Engulfing him. “Such a good… sensitive boy… So relaxed. So… easy…”
“Don’t you worry none,” the holstaur breathed as her breasts moved faster. “Tabitha’s going to treat you right. Like a good… soft boy should be… You milked me fine, darling. Now’s my turn to milk you…”
“Oh f-fuck,” Perrin moaned, his hips weakly bucking, driving his cock between her creamy tits. Her bouncing breasts. He couldn’t look away. Couldn’t take his eyes from those soft orbs as they bounced on his lap. Mushing his cock between them. Bouncing. Bouncing. “Oh f-fuuuuuck!”
His orgasm snuck up on him like a dream. He cried out, every muscle tensing as his cock exploded, his seed bursting from between the holstaur’s magnificent tits, splattering her soft mounds with ribbons of his cum. Some hit the holstaur’s face, and her tongue, quick as a whip, snapped out, licking it up eagerly.
Perrin collapsed back into the chair, panting, weak, spent. Tabitha smiled, lifting her massive breasts from his lap, and Perrin could only watch, stunned into silence as she hefted her magnificent breasts, and deftly licked up his cum.
“Mmm. Looks like someone’s been keeping himself pent up a touch too,” she said, smiling. “You know, Perrin. That’s a very naughty thing to do. It could be unhealthy. A young, virile boy like you needs to cum regularly.”
Her eyes sparked. “Yes what?” she said.
He flushed deeper. “Yes, mommy Tabitha.”
She beamed and reached down, fondling his hair. “Aw. There’s my good boy. Now, you go on and get your work done.”
Perrin looked at the holstaur blankly. Suddenly realizing what he’d done, he hastily did up his pants and scrambled out of his seat. “Oh gods. I’m… I’d better…” He turned and ran out of the barn as quickly as he could.
Tabitha watched him go, a twinkle in her dark eyes. This was going even better than expected. She stood up slowly, buttoning back up her overalls. Reaching down, she picked up the pail. Milk had sloshed over the brim, soaking into the floor of the barn. She tsked, shaking her head. That boy. But it was fine. She still had plenty. Whistling a tune to herself, she made her way outside and towards the kitchen.
Perrin thought he wouldn’t want to get back to the house at the end of the day. Not after the experience in the barn. But as the sun began to dip beyond the forest clustered at the edge of the farm, an almost physical yearning grew in him to return to the house. To Tabitha. He fought it, but it wasn’t much of a fight. He was too weak. Too silly. Too much of a good, milky boy to resist. And soon enough he was making his way through the rows of vegetables, bending down just enough to stroke the flowering top. They were sprouting well this season. Very well.
Then he was past the fields and that wondrous scent of fresh baking tickled his nose. He inhaled deeply, his head growing light as he drew closer. He paused at the door, hesitated. But his hand rose. Turned the knob, and he entered.
“There’s my darling baby boy,” Tabitha cooed from the end of a veritable feast of baked goods. “Been waiting. I was starting to get worried that something in the woods might have snatched you up.”
“I’m fine,” Perrin said as he sat down. “Nothing could get me.”
“Of course not,” Tabitha said, smiling in that way that made his heart thump and his head empty. “You’d never leave momma Tabitha, would you?”
He felt a silly smile move across his lips. “No,” he said, relaxing more.
She smiled that knowing, warm smile at him. “Good boy,” she crooned. “Now, eat up. You have to keep up your energy. I have a surprise for you later.”
Perrin didn’t wait. A gift? He could only wonder what it might be. Without further ado he tucked into the meal of warm breads and creamy chocolate cakes. Of decadent pies and warm, filling creamer. A glass of milk near at hand helped him wash it down, soothing his stomach. Getting him nice and warm and melty.
And all the while Tabitha watched him, her dark eyes lidded, patient. Waiting…
At last Perrin sighed, putting away his fork, his stomach full, his body warm with the sweet contentment of his meal.
Tabitha smiled warmly, rising and taking his hand. Perrin stood, following meekly as she guided him back to the couch, stripping away his shirt, easing him down. Perrin sighed as he felt her warm weight settle on his back. Her hands tease up his ribs and begin to soothe away the tension of his shoulders. Faster than last time. He didn’t mind. He simply relaxed.
“That’s right,” Tabitha cooed sweetly. “Just relax, sugar. Let mommy Tabitha take care of you.”
“Mmnnn… Okay…” Perrin sighed happily.
“You’re a real sweetie, Perrin,” Tabitha continued, her voice falling into a soothing cadence. Her hands flexing on his back, teasing out all the tension. All the resistance of his sore muscles. “Not many fellas would give a nice holstaur a chance. Least, not without expecting something in return…”
Perrin felt a slight blush tinge his cheeks. He shook his head, knocking about the few thoughts still there. “Oh. No… I would never…”
“I know, you wouldn’t, Perrin. Because you’re a good, sweet boy. Aren’t you?” Tabitha cooed. Perrin nodded, rubbing his cheek into the pillow. Sighing softly as Tabitha’s breasts gently came to rest on his back. “You’re a good, nice, soft boy for momma Tabitha.”
“Yesssss,” Perrin moaned softly, every inch of him soft. Malleable. Warm and weak. Everything but one. Something trapped between the fabric of his pants and his leg. Pressed down by the weight of the holstaur atop him.
“’Of course you are, darling. Of course you are. Because you’re a good boy. A good, soft, easy boy. And it felt sooo good when you came and helped me out in the barn. Hm?”
“Yessss,” Perrin sighed, recalling the softness of her breasts wrapped around his cock. Her shining eyes. That sweet, intoxicating smell of her warm, fresh milk. He licked his lips.
“Mmmm. And I just bet you’ll help me out tomorrow, won’t ‘cha?” she asked teasingly.
“’course…” Perrin murmured.
“Good boy,” Tabitha breathed, soothing away any lingering tension. “Good boy. And you want to be a very good boy for momma. Don’t you?”
“I know you do.” He felt her weight shift. Her breasts press down on him. Her lips kiss his ear, her tongue stroke the lobe. “Let me tell you all about it…” she breathed.
When morning came Perrin couldn’t wait to get up. He fairly sprang out of bed and dressed. He felt good. Not just good. Great! A warm contentment spread through him, easing away his worries. He smiled as he moved downstairs and outside, ready to face the day.
Perrin slowed as Tabitha’s voice cooed from the barn. A tug on his very soul pulled him towards the open doors, his smile growing dim. Blissful. He walked into the dusky interior and sighed, easing as the warm scent of Tabitha and her milk washed over him.
The holstaur waited within, smiling happily from atop her throne of the stool. “Hello, my darling boy,” she cooed.
“Hello, mommy,” Perrin sighed. He blinked. “I… I mean…”
“Perrin? I think it’s time we tried something a little different today,” Tabitha interrupted as she snapped open the straps of her overalls. Perrin’s head emptied as the fabric fell away, revealing Tabitha’s heavy breasts. The scent of her milk grew stronger. Beads of her delicious cream pricked her engorged nipples. Delicious? How did he know it would be? He’d never… never drank it…
“What… what did you have in mind?” Perrin breathed, already crossing the room, pulled towards the busty holstaur with the same unspoken need he’d felt before.
Tabitha laughed. “Oh darling, I think we know. See, you work so hard around the farm, and I’m plum worried you’re not getting the energy you should before starting the day. So, I thought, why not go and kill two birds with one stone?”
“What do you mean?” Perrin said vaguely.
Tabitha smiled warmly and hefted her immense breasts. Perrin’s breath hitched as they bounced, filling her palms. “Well. Since I need to get myself milked in the morning, and you plum need something filling to get you through the day, why not have you give my pretty breasts a nice… hungry… suckle…”
Perrin stared, entranced. Enthralled. “Okay,” he said, the word slipping from him before he even realized it. But why shouldn’t it? Tabitha just made so much sense… And she couldn’t do anything he didn’t want her to. Not a thing…
“That’s a good boy,” Tabitha cooed, and Perrin felt again that warm, buoyant feeling in his chest. “But it’d be a shame if you got your clothes all messy. Why not take them off?”
“Okay, mommy,” Perrin said. He barely registered what he said. The though of disobeying her never entered his head. After all, everything she said just made so much sense. He shucked off his pants, never breaking his stare with her generous breasts. His shirt fell away, his underpants too.
He stood before the holstaur, utterly naked, waiting for further instruction. Tabitha smiled, her eyes running up and down his trim form. “Mmm. Beautiful, darling. Now,” she cooed, opening her arms. “Come to mommy.”
Perrin nodded, his head stuffed with warm nothingness as he moved towards her and sat in her lap. Her breasts filled his vision. His world. He leaned down, his mouth opening, his lips locking on a firm nipple,
Warm milk burst into his mouth. His taste buds sang. His eyes rolled. He moaned as he drank, gulping down the gush of warm, enthralling milk.
“Ooooh yesss,” Tabitha moaned, shuddering with ecstasy. She cradled him against her cushiony tits, pulling him against her bust, her breath growing ragged. “Mmm! That’s… ah… that’s it, s-sugar. Just suckle my milk. Ah. Good boy. My sweet… ah… sweet boy. Drink mommy’s milk. Just… drink…”
“Mmmm,” Perrin moaned, his body floating, warm, enthralled. He sucked harder, shuddering with joy as he was filled with the warm weight of her wonderful milk. “Mommy,” he moaned weakly around her nipple. “Oh mommy…”
“Oh sugar,” Tabitha sighed as she cradled him against her overflowing breasts. “Oh my sweet boy. You have no mmnn… no idea how long I’ve needed this. Ah!” she gasped, then crooned, trembling in pleasure as Perrin’s soft lips worked against her nipples. She rocked against him, stroking his hair, pulling him closer. “Oh yes, Perrin. Mmnnn. You were so… so easy though. Such a sweet… ah… trusting, silly bimbo. Aren’t you?”
Perrin could only moan and nod. Lost, drunk on the wonderful ambrosia of the holstaur’s milk. Everything felt good. Everything felt soft. Everything felt… wonderful…
“Good thing I found you first,” Tabitha laughed breathlessly, her cheeks flushed with maternal pleasure as she looked down at the eager young man at her breast. “Ohh so many nasty demons would just… ahn… loooove to get their hands on… on such a sweet… sensitive… silly bimbo… Ah. But don’t worry,” she crooned, tugging him closer, enfolding him in her warm embrace. “Mommy’s here. And mommy won’t let anything happen to her sweet… sugar… boy…”
“Mommy,” Perrin moaned adoringly.
“Yes,” Tabitha breathed. “Yes…”
And Perrin was falling. Falling. Lost to the sweet warmth of her embrace. He felt her shift, and found himself lying on the ground. Her soft thighs enveloped his hips. He gasped as his cock entered her, and pleasure oozed through him like warm cream.
“Ohhhh mommy,” Perrin moaned as she slowly fucked him, her hips beating him into the floor, her breasts bouncing on her chest, milk spurting from her nipples.
“Perrin! Oh fuck. Fuck yes! My good boy. My pretty… mnnnn! Bimbo boy. Yes! Milk your mommy. Drink her… ah… all up! Yes. Yes!”
Perrin cried out, cumming, his cock pulsing inside of her. Filling her mistress with cum, just as she had filled him with cream. Just as she reached down, pulled him up, and filled his mouth with another nipple. He was still so hard. So needy.
But mommy was there. And as she began to bounce on him once more, his cock sloshing into her cunt, he knew she’d be there for her good boy.
Rickard looked out over the farm uncertainly. It certainly looked like the place. Throughout the fields the green stems of vegetables ready for harvest swayed and waved in the lazy wind. The wards around the perimeter fence glowed and pulsed with power. Scratching his head, Rickard finally spotted someone among the fields.
The young man looked his way, stood. He wasn’t wearing much. Just a pair of overalls and a thin shirt, sleeves rolled up, revealing slender arms toned from farm work. He brushed a hand through tousled blonde hair, and in doing so, Rickard couldn’t help but notice what looked like a dark band around his throat.
“Hi,” Rickard said, holding up the flyer he’d taken down from the crossroad. “Says here you’re looking for help bringing in the harvest?”
The young man brightened. “Oh! Fantastic, you came for that. Perfect. We could always use another pair of hands.” He stuck his hand through the fence. “Perrin.”
“Rickard,” he said, shaking Perrin’s hand. “This your property?”
“Oh no. I’m just the help,” he said, a dreamy expression on his face.
“Yeah. But don’t worry,” Perrin said, unlocking the gate and opening it wide, inviting Rickard in. “I’ll take you to meet the mistress. She’s just in the barn at the moment.”
“You think she’ll hire me?”
“Of course,” Perrin said, walking with him towards the barn. “But you’ll need to take a condition. A warded contract,” Perrin said, touching the band on his throat. “Nothing serious. You just can’t disobey a command on the grounds.”
“She keeps you on a tight leash, huh?”
Perrin laughed boyishly. “She does,” he said, eyes shining with love. “But don’t worry,” he said, looping an arm around Rickard’s shoulders as he guided the other man towards the barn, a distant thump of machinery just audible. “As long as you’re a good boy, everything will be just… wonderful…”
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