╰┈➤ overview ; "Hey guys," you say cheerfully, leaning into the frame so only your face shows, though the camera dips just enough to capture his twitching dick and torso. "Today I'm trying out different condom flavors to see if they actually taste good! With the help of my boyfriend, of course!"
( ! ) Sub male character (your fav <3) x dom gn! reader , edging , bdsm , condoms , handjob , blowjob , crying and whimpering , teasing , praising , dacryphilia, video
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( ✎ ) ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. Had to post this juicy story before it disappears from my brain 💔💔💔 also pls help me find the source of the header, i forgot to save it ;(
You smirk at the camera, the red light blinking steadily as you adjust the angle one last time.
Your boyfriend sits bound to the sturdy wooden chair in the center of the room, his arms pulled back and secured with thick leather straps around his wrists and the chair's arms. His broad chest heaves with anticipation, those defined abs flexing under the soft lighting. His thick cock already twitches against his thigh, half-hard from the thrill of being exposed to your fans. You've got him stripped naked, legs spread and ankles tied to the chair legs, leaving him completely exposed and at your mercy.
"Hey guys," you say cheerfully, leaning into the frame so only your face shows, though the camera dips just enough to capture his twitching dick and torso. "Today I'm trying out different condom flavors to see if they actually taste good! With the help of my boyfriend, of course!" You grin wickedly, glancing over at him. He shifts in the restraints, his cock jumping visibly as your words sink in.
You kneel between his spread thighs, the cool floor pressing against your knees as you reach for the first condom on the tray beside you—a strawberry one. His eyes lock on yours, dark with need, but you just wink and tear the wrapper open.
"Let's start with strawberry," you announce to the camera, holding it up briefly before rolling it down his hardening shaft. The latex stretches tight over his girth, the faint fruity scent hitting the air as you grip the base and give it a slow pump. He groans low, hips bucking slightly against the bonds.
Leaning in, you wrap your lips around the tip, sucking gently at first. Your tongue swirls over the flavored surface, tasting the artificial sweetness mixed with his salty skin beneath. You take him deeper, bobbing your head steadily, hollowing your cheeks to create that tight suction he loves. His cock throbs in your mouth, growing fully rigid as you work him with wet, slurping sounds that the mic picks up perfectly. You hum around him, the vibration making his abs clench and his thighs tense.
"Mmm, good boy," you murmur against his length, pulling back just enough to praise him before diving down again, taking him to the back of your throat. He whimpers softly, the first sign of his building orgasm. You speed up, hand twisting at the base in rhythm with your mouth, feeling him swell and pulse. His breaths come ragged, breaths turning to pants as he nears the edge.
Just as his hips start to thrust weakly against the restraints, you pull off with a pop, strings of saliva connecting your lips to the glistening condom. "Strawberry's sweet, but a bit too fake," you say casually to the camera, licking your lips. "Not bad, though. What do you think, babe?" He whines, cock bobbing untouched, a bead of pre-cum smearing inside the latex. You ignore his pleading eyes and grab the next one—banana.
"Next up, banana," you declare, carefully sliding the strawberry one off and tossing it aside. His shaft glistens with your spit, twitching harder now from the denial. You roll the new condom on, the yellow tint contrasting his veined length, and waste no time sucking him back in.
This time, you go slower, teasing the underside with flicks of your tongue while your hand strokes lazily. He moans louder, head falling back against the chair as you build him up again, lips sealed tight around him.
You praise him between slurps, "Such a strong man, taking this so well for me." His muscles strain against the straps, abs contracting with each denied orgasm.
When he's thrusting up into your mouth, breaths hitching, you pull away once more. "Banana's smoother, almost creamy," you comment, wiping your mouth. "Tastes better than I expected." He lets out a frustrated groan, cock jerking in the air, but you just pat his thigh and move to the grape flavor.
The pattern repeats, each condom a new torment. Grape's tartness coats your tongue as you deepthroat him, gagging slightly for the camera's benefit while he whimpers your name. "You're doing amazing, love," you coo, fingers digging into his hips to hold him still. He gets closer each time, body trembling, but you deny him relentlessly, pulling off right at the brink, offering your tasting notes like it's a casual review.
By the fourth one—mango—his whimpers turn to full cries. Tears well in his eyes as you suck him hard, your hand pumping the base furiously.
"Please," he begs hoarsely, voice breaking. "Need to cum... fuck—please." You hum around him, ignoring the plea, feeling him throb desperately. When you finally release him, his cock slaps against his abs, the condom slick and shiny. "Mango's sweet, a little tangy," you say to the lens, as if he isn't sobbing softly now.
You switch to cherry, rolling it on while he shakes, pre-cum leaking steadily. Your blowjob is merciless this round, throat relaxing to take every inch, nose brushing his groin. He cries out, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks, body arching as much as the bonds allow.
"Let me cum, baby, please— I-I can't..." His voice cracks into sobs, his frame quivering with both overstimulation and denial.
"Look at you, so perfect and ruined for me," you praise softly, even as you pull off again. "Cherry's my favorite so far! bold and juicy." He's full-on sobbing now, chest heaving with ragged breaths, cock twitching violently without touch.
Begging spills from his lips in broken pleas, "Please, please, I'll do anything! just let me cum... hurts so good..."
Finally, you relent, peeling off the cherry condom and discarding it. His bare cock stands rigid, veins bulging, tip flushed dark. "Alright, you've earned it," you say with a grin, both to him and the camera. Wrapping your hand around his slick length, you stroke firmly from base to tip, thumb circling the head on each upstroke. He bucks into your grip, sobs turning to relieved moans as you pump faster, twisting your wrist to hit every sensitive spot.
"Cum for me, good boy," you urge, leaning in to whisper praises against his thigh. "Show everyone how much you need this." His abs tighten, whole body seizing as he cries out one last time. Hot spurts of cum shoot from his cock, coating your hand and splattering his abs in thick ropes. You milk him through it, slowing your strokes until he's spent, whimpering softly in the aftershocks.
"That's all for today, I hope this video helps!" You sit back on your heels, smiling at the camera as his chest rises and falls. "See you guys on part two! Thanks for watching! <3"
His eyes widened "W-wait! there's a next pa—"
The red light blinks off, ending the video.
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@user33550336 — this is soooo hot, when will part 2 come out???
↳ @mynameis[name]— soon...
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@user4900051 — Can we see his face?
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( ✎ ) guys i actually don't know what condoms tastes like LMAOAOA
Head empty, only thinking about my fav’s creaming on my fingers.
It was such a nice way to get him all horny and messy for you in public, without too many risks. All you had to do was sneak your hand past his waistband, down that soft ass and inside his underwear. Next thing on the list was to tease that pretty boy and watch him stutter during an important conversation. His nails dug into his palms, face heating up as he fake coughs, trying to cover up his gasps as he excuses himself. Glaring at you but not slapping your hand away~
Or in some random bathroom stall! Make him bend over with his hands on the door as you fuck him on your fingers, purring at him to stay quiet if he doesn’t want to get caught. Calling him a dirty pervert when he fails and moans out loud. You say that, but you are obviously the one who wants to get exposed! Just to see him cry out of humiliation… even so he can’t stop begging for more while pushing his hips back ♥︎
Though it wasn’t only fun in public. It was also a spectacle when he’d straddle your lap, arms wrapped around your neck in a deadly grip. Those kiss-swollen lips right next to your ear while he whimpered for you to fuck him harder, to please put it in. Teary eyes with a dazed look as you made him cum the third time that day with only your fingers. Mocking him for being such a needy whore, creaming all~ over himself like some virgin. How much longer were you going to overstimulate him?
Maybe if you are feeling extra mean, you’d make him finger himself on your shared bed. Sitting in front of him and watching as you gave him commandos. Telling him to spread his legs more, to push another finger inside, or to beg more lewdly. At first he was so shy, so hesitant to show you all these embarrassing parts. Yet after some time he couldn’t think of anything else but the heat in his core, the need to be filled and fucked until he forgets his name ♡♡～
Wet squelching sounds echoing through the room as his whined out prayers reached your ears, hearts in his pupils and fingers knuckles deep inside his abused hole. He felt so tired, his eyelids so heavy, as if he was on the verge of passing out. A melting expressing plastering his blushing face, with glossy eyes and shiny tears. His body was trashing around, squirming and shaking with pure desire. And that useless dick was squirting with his precum. At the same time, he was begging you with such a sweet and debased voice. Pleading for your dick, and for you to absolutely wreck his insides.
“Please, plea~se..! Hnnghhh, I need you so bad, so- ahh♥︎ so fucking bad…! Ngh, f-fuck me, ruin me ♡♥︎♡”
» looking like a cute couple in the outside while being a sex toy in doors, mean!reader, rought sex, mentions of fingering, marking, semi-public sex, creampie
જ⁀➴ Dan Heng
Dan Heng is a caring man, he is always looking after you and sometimes even stopping you from being reckless, he has grown so close to you that in the outside anyone can say that you two are really cute together, after all it seems like innocent and pure love just by seeing you two interact and go throught the day, specially during expeditions of the astral express, but how can people not think of that way about you two? After all, Dan Heng is such a good boy. He still finds it in himself to feel embarrased of himself, of not only how much power you hold over him but also how easy it is for you to turn him on, but he will be damed if he ever said no to you, after all if he really had problems with it he would have put a stop to it long ago, he would have stop hearing to your every comand already, he wouldn't allow you to hold him from behind and let your hands play with his body the way you want when he tries to focus on the archives, if he truly wanted he would push you away instead of moving his body for you, he wouldn't arch his back and raise his hips in chase after you, he wouldn't move his head to let you have access to his neck, he wouldn't lift his own clothes and spread his legs when you tell him to do it, if he really wanted he wouldn't be in this situation, but if he had say no back then he would have be deprived of the bliss that it is to have your hands on him, the absolute bliss it is that is having you fingering his hole, to have you working on his own cock or even bending him over, to push him against a wall, to have you stretching his inside and proclaming him as yours with every thrust, the torture it is to let you do everything you want when you want it, to have you ignoring his complains about how other may find out or how you simply don't let him have a rest if you don't want to stop, what a blissful torture, aeons, he would have never guessed how good it would feel, even if he has to beg and follow instructions, even if he has to kneel down before you or be marked until his whole body is covered, he doesn't care because everything is more than worthy for the pleasure you bring him, of the way you fuck him that always manage to make him see stars
જ⁀➴ Mydeimos
It is quite subtle the way he express not only his love but also his soft spot for you, after all the way you two are always together gives away a bit the way he is always lingering close, the way he is actually paying attention to everything you say and even if there are times where he ends up glaring or even calling you an idiot both know that he would never mean it, and even if there are times when despite being quite subtle he ends up teased by the others Chrysos Heirs, but it isn't like that will stop him, after all nothing can stop him from staying close from you, to hearing your every words because for him it is a pleasure. It isn't that he cares much about what others may think of him but he isn't exactly looking forward for the others to know the power you hold over him, of course even if they find out it would be really hard to imagine it, after all only you have the power to give orders to the prince of Kremnos, the only one who holds the power to make the legs of the undying Mydeimos tremble and even almost give up, to make the warrior who grow up in battlefield feel like it is too much all because you can be so cruel when you want to, because you hold the power to make him kneel before you, to open his legs if you please, of push him down and raise his hips just for you, to make him to take you until he can't handle it anymore, until his mind becomes all fuzzy and his body moves just out of instinct, or perhaps if you are in the mood you can make him put those pretty lips of him to use just for you, and he will forever happily obligate because nothing in this life can make him feel so full and satisfied, nothing can drain him and still make his body beg for more like when you use him for your pleasure, because his body won't break and you are able to take full advantage of that, even when his mind may not be as stronge as his body and he will end up drunk and drooling over how good it feels
જ⁀➴ Gallagher
How shameless he can be just lead him to be incredibly open with his love for you, leading him to have a lot of small gestures that are incredibly loving, always pouring you a drink when he knows you need it, fixing your clothes without saying anything, gently placing the lose strays of your hair behind your ear and sometimes even just caressing your cheek out of pure adoration, there is not the slightest doubt of the love he holds for you, but just as he has no shame on openly love you he doesn't have even the slightest bit of shame when it comes to follow your ever order. When it is only you two and when you start touching him with that lustgul hunger of yours Gallagher becomes the most obedient lover you could ever ask for, it is just that you always make him feel so good, that no matter if you decide to threat him roughtly or painfully gentle, if you decide to be kind and love him with gentle kisses or tie down his hands and spank him until his skin is all red, he doesn't really care because you always make him reach cloud nine, because you have a way to touch him that always drives him crazy, because letting you have your fun using him always means that he will be filled, that his sweet spot will be kissed by your tip more times that how he can count and that you seed will be dripping from his holw at the end, that his body will be shaking and aching because of how much you love him, because you find his body attract him enough to use him like a pretty doll until he is completely overwhelmed and drained, until his voice is so broken that he can't moan anymore and still you will find a way to fuck him in a way that will still manage to make his voice come out, you have free pass to use him as much as you want, his mind, body and soul is for you to use and enjoy how you must because at the end, there is no doubt that he will enjoy it too
now that i have a boyfriend and understand the hype, i can certainly write better because holy shit, he doesn't wear cologne and i can't get enough of his smell (on top of him being cute).
anyway. just imagine hubbies like kaeya or mydei who try to act normal but just can't when it comes to you, doesn't even have to be an au. they have to sleep at your side, head on your shoulder at the very least if they can't spoon you, noses close to your neck or any bare skin they can reach.
their eyes just naturally drift there when you're both alone or when the temperatures demand less layers. they just can't help keeping an article of clothing or two of yours safe from the hamper if you're gone, burying their face in it to take in the lingering scent of your skin. it doesn't even have to be a sexual thing, either.
but it can. it certainly does. they miss you terribly, you see, so you can't blame them when you hang up to go to bed and leave them alone, their hands trailing down their stomachs to where they need you most. maybe they'll take it slow and imagine you there to guide them. maybe they'll rush an orgasm because smelling and thinking of you and your voice in their head is too much and— fuck.
UWAHHHHH CONGRATS CONGRATS CONGRATS PULPIE !!!! good things must be said three times and I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!! ^^ 🫶🫶🫶 how I've missed your writing AND YOU TOO hehe ><...... it took me a while to get to this ask because of uni BUT know that ur ask has been on my mind since the day u sent it 🙂↕️🙂↕️
Kaeya!! ohhhh it's been so long since I've written for him :( but today's the day I get to rectify that! mmmm sweet soft mornings where you wake up to your dear Kaeya spooning you, ones where he's still a tinge bleary and sleepy, where he has his face buried into the crook of your neck before he inhales and exhales a muffled, "Good morning, dearest." Kissing the crown of his head, Kaeya laughs and peppers kisses everywhere he can reach before nuzzling into you again, sighing contently... <3
pulpie ur singlehandedly extending the length of Mydei's section in my hsr masterlist...... not that I'm really complaining hehe :3 I can see Mydei being really into your scent, whether it be the usual fragrance you spritz/apply onto your self, or your natural scent, or maybe even the smell of your sweat, he loves it all...! whenever he kisses the back of your hand or your palm, he goes to nose at the pulse point on your inner wrist. sometimes, he likes to lean into your neck or nape before his leaves a chaste kiss on your exposed skin <3
now as usualllll nsfw under the cut!
Kaeya is no stranger to satiating his carnal desires while you're oh so cruelly away elsewhere on official business. Kaeya is, therefore, also no stranger to your laundry hamper. Many a times has he found himself perusing through the basket in search of something to help him through a terribly lonely night. Why, can't you see how bereft your prolonged absence has left him? The glittering tears decorating the corners of his pretty eyes definitely are from miserable longing and NOT the product of edging himself until your scheduled call that night. Eyes screwed shut in pleasure as he takes in the lingering scent still left on your clothes, Kaeya's hips stutter downwards onto the pillow trapped between his thighs. If he's already having so much fun now, he can only imagine the euphoria he'll taste on that call with you later on. Would you be mean? Ask him about his day, ignoring how he's so so so desperate to cum, purposefully tuning out his watery moans and pleas? Or perhaps you'll be sweet to him. Giving him instructions and cooing praises into his ear when he does as you say. Maybe you'd let him slake his thirst by allowing him to bury his face into your pillow, where your scent is the strongest, whilst he rides out his nth high of the night.
Now for Mydei, I think he takes it more nice and slow at the start. It's a well-deserved treat he indulges in at the end of stressful days (though you being here would have made the night all the more sweeter... sigh). However, you were kind enough to leave some semblance of you back with him while you're away. Maybe it's a small bottle of the fragrance or soap you use, or perhaps it's some article of clothing like a shirt you wear around at home. (If you wanted to tempt him more, he's not opposed to using your more salacious pieces.) After your call with him, the shared bed feels a lot bigger without you by his side. Tossing his phone to the side, Mydei replays the sounds of your voice in his mind and imagines your hands in the place of his that are currently roaming his body. He thinks of you taking him apart piece by piece. Whispering sweet nothings when undressing him slowly at your own pace while you grope and squeeze at the rapidly heating body beneath you. A low groan escapes him when a hand wraps around his cock. You're so close to him now, so so so teasingly close that he can smell your scent on you, and aeons above, he swears it does something to him. Mydei's hips jerk upwards and he more frantically works towards his approaching climax. The room smells of sweat and sex and you, and it takes everything in Mydei not to cum right then and there, the heady scents making his mind swim. Finally, he thinks he hears you praise him, saying how sweet he is for missing you even on a short work trip. The alluring words tumbling out of your mouth pushes him over the peak, and he bites down on the fabric to muffle his moans, drooling into your clothing as his cum splatters onto his abdomen. Hazy-eyed and dazed, he lazily looks over to his phone for the time. Yet, he's greeted by the on-call screen with the contact name he had previously set for you. "Enjoying yourself Mydei?" He can hear the teasing amusement in your tone. "How about another round hmm? And don't muffle yourself this time." Well. The night was made for indulgence after all. And it's not indulging if he denies himself such bliss...!
Ah, how they wish you'd come home faster :(
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thinking about fucking mydeimos on his throne in castrum kremnos. his majesty, feared for his strength, fucking your cock deep into his cum filled hole. riding you with his arms caging you into your spot, hips slapping down against you, bitten up tits bouncing with every thrust of his ass. he laughs as he fucks himself on you. mydeimos, who reveres in the way your hands grip feebly onto his the swell of his hips, nails digging lines into his scarred skin. he leans down into your ear and mutters the sweetest words while riding you dirty. your mydeimos.
Imagine if Mydei's 10th thoracic vertebrae was sensitive. One touch and this man is whining and on his knees. Tease and rub that spot for ages and he's just crying and begging you to rail him. I think my pants just ctrl+alt+del thinking about his tits.
Unfortunately i haven’t been able to play amphoreus yet so i don’t know much about the characters yet, but with the little i do know…. anon this is such a delicious concept. i’ve always had a very fond spot in my heart for characters with unusual erogenous zones. also this reminds me of that one scene from percy jackson.. if you know you know. there’s just something so delightful about the thought of being able to reduce someone to a whimpering, horny mess by touching them in ways that aren’t even inherently sexual.
lord… it’s such an innocent spot too, one you can casually touch and pretend like you’re not doing anything on purpose, tease him throughout the day with light brushes, placing your hand there while you walk together. just little things that add up to him eventually caving and begging you stop and just fuck him already.
but where’s the fun in that? why fuck him if you can overstimulate him first without even touching his dick? it’s sooo much more fun to lay him on his stomach and abuse that spot continuously. Massage it, rub it, alternate between soft caresses and rougher kneading. you will have that man begging, tears in his eyes, rutting against the bed trying to get any sort of friction, and sort of relief. fuck him doggy style, place your hand on that spot and push him down against the bed, caress it while you fuck him and i promise you’ll render him absolutely incoherent, just a crying, whining, dripping mess.
don’t even get me started on his tits. i think this blog will very soon reflect my fascination with tits if any and all nature and his are no exception.
Need ANYONE hypnotised rn oh my god i am soo h0rnyy rn HELP LMAOO I love hypnosis soooo much wish more people wrote my favourites mindless BLLEGHHH😭😭🙏🙏 Ik I could write it but I don't goon to my own freakin writing 😮💨😮💨
MYDEI HYPNOTISED TO BECOME MORE THOUGHTLESS EACHTIME U TOUCH THE SMALL OF HIS BACK 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞
╰┈➤ Overview ; Giving your favorite dairy cow the love he deserves <33
( ! ) Sub! Cow Hybrid! Mydei x Dom! Male! Reader , Hybrid AU/Farm AU , overstimulation , rough and soft sex , heat cycles , bondage , use of milking machine , breeding , probably ooc mydei, aftercare , milk drinking , worshipping mydei , Phainon seen and mentioned once , litte plot with porn/smut , calling mydei prince/sweet cow , sex marathon , soft at the end
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( ✎ ) ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE I apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes I might make in the future fics. And also, please do not be afraid to comment if I misplace or misuse a tag/warning! I also forgot to mention that each hybrid has its own unique story and plot. However, sometimes I might connect their stories for fun. I might also add special chapters in the future featuring multiple characters in one story. ;)))
You had only been working on your uncle’s farm for a few weeks when you realized the real nature of the job. The hybrids weren’t just livestock to be tended; they needed release, comfort, and someone to take the edge off their instincts. At first the idea had shocked you, but the pay was good, the hybrids were respectful, and after a while you found yourself looking forward to certain shifts more than others.
Mydei was one of them.
He stood out the moment you saw him—tall, broad-shouldered, light-blond hair tipped in red that caught the sunlight whenever he moved. His yellow eyes held a sun-like glow, and crimson tattoos traced patterns across his skin. His cow ears twitched at the side of his head, and a matching tail flicked behind him whenever he grew restless.
Most striking of all were the heavy, milk-heavy pecs that sat high on his muscular chest, always faintly leaking when his heat cycle crept closer.
You had watched him spar with the another hybrid, Phainon, more times than you cared to admit. Every flex of those powerful arms, every controlled shove and counter, made your mouth water.
Yet Mydei never lost his composure; even in play he remained graceful, almost regal. He treated you with the same quiet respect, lowering his gaze just enough to acknowledge your authority without ever seeming submissive by nature. It made you want to give him everything he deserved—affection and touches that would leave him trembling.
And that afternoon you had him exactly where you wanted him.
Mydei sat straddling your lap in the quiet back room of the barn, the scent of fresh hay and warm earth thick in the air. Sunlight slanted through the half-open door, painting golden stripes across his flushed skin. His wrists were loosely bound behind his back with soft leather straps you kept for this purpose, not tight enough to hurt but enough to keep him from hiding. The milking machine hummed quietly on the table beside you, its suction cups already glistening from the milk that had already leaked free.
He shifted, ears flicking, tail curling around your thigh as if seeking anchor. “[N-Name]… this is embarrassing,” he muttered, voice low and rough. A fresh gush of milk spilled from his left pec when your thumbs brushed over the stiff, dark nipples. The warm liquid ran down his abs in slow rivulets, soaking the waistband of the loose pants he still wore.
“Shh, my sweet cow,” you murmured against the shell of his ear, one hand sliding up to cup the heavy swell of his chest. “Let me worship you the way you deserve.”
Mydei’s breath hitched. His hips rolled forward without his permission, grinding the hard line of his cock against your stomach. Even through the fabric you could feel how wet he already was—another quirk of his heat cycle.
You pressed a kiss to the crimson tattoo that curved over his collarbone, then lower, until your lips closed around one leaking nipple. The taste hit you instantly: sweet, rich, warmer than you expected. Mydei’s whole body jerked, a broken moan tearing from his throat as you sucked hard enough to draw another spurt straight onto your tongue.
You didn’t rush. You took your time, alternating between gentle laps and firmer pulls, letting the milk coat your lips and chin while your free hand kneaded the other pec, rolling the nipple between your fingers until more milk beaded and dripped. Mydei’s head fell back, blond-red hair spilling over his shoulders, chest heaving with every shaky breath. His bound hands flexed uselessly behind him, muscles in his arms standing out in sharp relief.
When you finally pulled back, a thin string of milk still connected your mouth to his nipple. You licked it away and smiled up at him. “Such a good prince for me.”
His yellow eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide. “Please… more,” he whispered, voice cracking on the word.
You reached for the milking machine. The soft silicone cups fit perfectly over his swollen pecs, and the moment you switched it on the rhythmic suction began. Mydei’s back arched hard, a guttural sound escaping him as the machine drew long, steady streams of milk from both sides at once. His cock twitched visibly inside his pants, a dark spot spreading where precum had already soaked through.
You didn’t give him time to adjust. Your hands gripped his hips, manhandling him forward until his ass settled more firmly against the bulge in your own pants. You ground up into him in slow, deliberate rolls, letting him feel exactly how hard you were while the machine continued its relentless work. Mydei’s thighs trembled on either side of you. Every time the suction pulled, his hips jerked, grinding down harder, chasing friction.
“[Name]—ah—too much!!” he gasped, yet his body betrayed him, pushing into every touch. Heat rolled off him in waves; you could smell the thick, musky sweetness of his heat growing stronger by the minute.
You freed his cock with one hand, wrapping your fingers around the thick, leaking length. It was already slick, and when you stroked him in time with the machine’s rhythm he cried out, hips bucking. Milk continued to flow into the collection tubes while you worked him steadily, thumb swiping over the slit to gather the clear fluid that mixed with the occasional pearl of something thicker.
“Gonna make you come just like this,” you told him, voice low and steady. “Then I’m going to bend you over and breed you until that pretty little hole can’t hold any more.”
Mydei’s ears flattened back, tail lashing. “Yesyesyes—please—fuck me, fill me—”
You didn’t make him wait long.
The first time you took him that afternoon, you kept the milking machine running. You bent him over the sturdy wooden table, chest pressed to the smooth surface, ass presented and already slick from the heat-slick that had leaked down his thighs.
The suction cups stayed attached, still drawing milk in rhythmic pulses while you lined up and pushed inside in one long, relentless thrust. Mydei’s cry echoed off the barn walls. His inner walls clenched around you, hot and tight and fluttering with every pull of the machine.
You didn’t hold back. Your hands gripped his hips hard enough to leave bruises, pulling him back to meet every snap of your hips. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with the mechanical hum and Mydei’s broken moans. Every time you bottomed out you felt the machine tug another spurt of milk from his chest, and the sight of it—his powerful body reduced to shaking, leaking, desperate need—made your own control fray.
You bred him thoroughly that first round, grinding deep when you came and holding there until every pulse had been milked from you. Mydei’s own orgasm followed seconds later, his untouched cock spurting thick ropes across the floor while the machine kept working his chest. He was still trembling when you finally eased the suction cups off, but the moment you pulled out he was already pushing back, wordlessly begging for more.
You gave it to him.
The second time you took him on the hay-strewn floor, on his back this time so you could watch his face. His wrists remained bound above his head, attached to a low ring on the wall. You straddled his chest first, feeding one leaking nipple into your mouth while your hand worked his cock in slow, twisting strokes. He tasted even sweeter after the machine had already drawn so much from him. When you finally sank your cock inside him with deliberate control, rolling your hips in deep circles that had him sobbing your name.
“More—!! harder—please, I can take it—,” he begged, voice hoarse. His yellow eyes were wet, tears of overstimulation clinging to his lashes, yet he kept grinding his hips to meet you, chasing every brutal thrust.
You gave him exactly what he asked for. You flipped him onto his stomach again, hauled his hips up, and drove back inside with enough force to make the table legs scrape. Mydei’s tail wrapped around your waist like an anchor while you pounded into him, one hand fisted in his hair, the other reaching around to stroke his oversensitive cock in time with your thrusts. He came again with a broken wail, walls fluttering and milking you until you followed, flooding him a second time.
By the third round his heat had peaked fully.
He was incoherent, begging in broken sentences, milk still leaking in thin streams down his chest even without the machine.
You took him against the wall, one of his legs hooked over your arm so you could drive even deeper. Every thrust punched a gasp from his lungs. You kissed him through it—messy, open-mouthed kisses that tasted of salt and milk and desperation. When you came this time you stayed buried, grinding slow circles while you whispered praise against his ear.
“Good boy… my perfect prince… took everything so well.”
Mydei’s answer was a shaky, grateful moan, his body going pliant in your arms.
You then unbound his wrists first, rubbing circulation back into them with gentle thumbs. Then you cleaned him with warm cloths, careful around the tender skin of his chest and the puffy rim of his hole. You brought him water and a small bowl of the sweet feed the hybrids liked, feeding him by hand while he leaned against your chest, tail curled loosely around your calf. Every few minutes you pressed soft kisses to his forehead, his eyelids, the corner of his mouth, murmuring how beautiful he looked when he let go.
Mydei’s voice was hoarse when he finally spoke again. “[Name]… can we… again? Still feels empty.”
You smiled against his hair, already feeling yourself get hard again. “Anything for my sweet cow. Lie back and let me take care of you.”
The sun had shifted lower by the time you finally carried him to the soft pile of blankets in the corner.
You took him once more—slow this time, almost tender, one hand cradling the back of his head while the other stroked his cock in time with your deep, rolling thrusts. Mydei came with a soft, broken sound, and you followed soon after, filling him one last time before pulling him into your arms.
He drifted in that hazy space between exhaustion and satisfaction, milk still faintly beading at his nipples, body marked with your hands and your release. You stayed with him, petting his ears, tracing his tattoos and kept whispering how proud you were of him.
Outside, the farm continued its quiet rhythm, but inside the barn there was only the sound of Mydei’s breathing and the steady beat of your heart against his back.
And you already knew you would be back tomorrow, ready to give your prince everything he needed all over again.
wc— 1826.
( ✎ ) This fic is rushed ngl so it isn't really my best work. But still mydei milk 🤤🤤🤤
