He grins, a feral glint in his eyes. “Yes, little one. Panties, too.”
I shimmy out of them and toss them aside, then settle back into the chair, completely naked. Nick reaches up and cups my breasts, lifting them, weighing them in his palms. “So heavy. So full for me.”
The machine hums softly, the nozzles gleaming. I can feel moisture trickling out of my pussy, the anticipation of what’s about to happen making me throb.
“Will you…” I take a breath and lick my lips. “Will you fuck me while it takes my milk?”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “No, sweet girl. If you decide to accept the mating bond, then we can fuck. In the future, if that’s what you want, I’ll happily fuck you in this chair. But today, I just want you to experience everything the North Pole has to offer, should you choose the mating bond.” His fingers pinch my nipple, just hard enough to make me gasp. “Today, I just want you to feel good.”
I nod, because I already do.
His thumb swipes over my nipple, collecting the bead of milk there, bringing it to my lips. “Taste how sweet you are for me.”
I open and suck his thumb into my mouth. The first drop of my own milk hits my tongue, and I moan at the taste. It’s rich and sweet, warm and alive with magic. My eyes flutter shut as pleasure curls low in my belly.
“That’s it. Let me take care of you.” He picks up one of the nozzles, and I moan in anticipation.
Seven
Holly
The first press of the nozzle against my nipple makes me gasp. It’s so cold against my hot skin, but it warms almost instantly as it seals around me with a soft suck. My back arches off the chair, a ragged moan tearing from my throat as the machine pulses, mimicking the rhythm of a hungry mouth. The suction is perfect. It’s firm enough to drag a thick, relentless stream of milk from me, but gentle, like Nick’s lips when he drank from me yesterday.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe, my fingers clawing at the velvet arms of the chair.
Nick takes the second nozzle and presses it to my other nipple, and the dual sensations are almost too much. My hips buck, my head rolling back and forth as I try to anchor myself against the onslaught of kinky pleasure.
Nick sinks to his knees in front of me and hooks my legs over the arms of the chair so I’m splayed open for him, dripping and obscene. His beard brushes the inside of my thigh as he kisses the soft skin there, his breath hot against my bare, swollen cunt.
“My perfect little milkmaid, all spread out and leaking for me,” he says, his voice thick with lust. “Your tits are flooding this machine, little one. Listen to it slurping on you. It can’t even keep up with you.” The nozzles tighten their grip, the pump whirring faster as the crystal bottles fill with thick streams of my milk. I can hear how much I’m making as it sloshes into the bottles, and it makes my clit throb.
His thumb drags down my slit, and I jerk at the contact, my hips rolling shamelessly. “You’re soaked,” he says in that deep voice that I can feel in my stomach. “Your pretty cunt’s dripping all over the chair, little one. Such a messy, greedy girl.” He parts me with sure fingers, exposing my clit. “So fat and swollen,” he says, stroking along the sides of it. “Such a pretty dark pink.” He circles it with the pad of his thumb, teasing all around it. “Your clit’s so swollen for me. Like a delicious little berry, all puffy and needy. Do you ache here, Holly? Does your fat clit throb when the machine sucks out your milk?”
“Yes,” I moan as the suction pulses harder, another gush of milk spraying into the bottles. The sound of it, the feeling of my pussy dripping onto the velvet chair, the way Nick’s breathing has gone rough and ragged makes me feel like I’m burning up from the inside. My hips buck, chasing Nick’s teasing fingers.
“That’s it,” he says, finally pressing his thumb against my clit, rubbing in slow, gentle circles. “You’re going to drown this chair, aren’t you? Going to make a mess while the machine drains those heavy tits. And if you choose the bond…” His fingers slide lower, two of them pressing just inside my entrance, not deep, but stretching me just enough to make me whine, desperate and eager for more. “I’ll have you like this every damn day. My cock buried in this tight, dripping cunt while the machine milks you dry. I’ll drink from these sweet, gorgeous, milky tits every day. Maybe we’ll see if you can take my cock down your throat while your tits empty into these bottles.” He makes a humming soundas he works my clit, teasing it, stroking it. “I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
The image sends a jolt through me, my pussy clenching and my clit throbbing as my milk lets down in long, thick streams. The machine whirs louder, the suction bordering on too much, but it’s so fucking good, especially with Nick’s thumb working my clit in tight little circles, his fingers teasing my entrance.
“Please, Nick. Please.” I don’t even know what I’m begging for. More. Everything. Anything.
“Shhh,” he soothes, his breath hot against my thigh. “I’ll take care of you.” His fingers slide deeper, curling up to press against that sensitive spot inside me. “You’re doing so well, little one. Such a good girl, giving me all this sweet milk. Your cunt’s clenching around my fingers, so wet and needy. Do you want me to make you come while the machine drains you?”
“Yes!” I practically scream.
Nick’s mouth lands on my pussy like a starving man pouncing on his favourite meal, his tongue wet and hot as he drags it up my slit. I scream, my back arching off the chair as the machine whirs louder still, the suction brutal now, pulling thick spurts of milk from my tits in time with his devouring mouth. The room is a symphony of obscene sounds. Nick’s mouth is wet and slurping from between my spread thighs, and my milk hits the bottles in rhythmic splatters. Nick and I are both moaning, our voices jagged and raw.
“You taste so fucking good, little one,” he groans against my pussy, his beard scratchy-soft against my inner thighs. He spreads my lips open with his fingers and just stares for a moment. “Look at you, Holly. Your cunt’s weeping, dripping all over your king’s face while your milky tits flood this machine. Such a good girl, giving me everything. Your milk. Your pussy. Your trust.” His tongue slides into me, fucking me deep before dragging up to circle my clit, and I sob, my thighs trembling. Themilking nozzles pulse harder, the suction bordering on painful, but it’s perfect, the edge of too much making my vision go white and fuzzy around the edges.
“Nick, oh god, yes.” My fingers tangle in his silver hair, holding onto him as he eats my pussy. The fire roars, flames licking higher, casting flickering gold over his broad shoulders as he feasts on me with messy slurps and deep groans. Magic sparkles in the air like shattered diamonds, swirling around us, and I instinctively know that I’m doing that with my pleasure. My skin is hot to the point of burning, and my nipples ache where the machine clamps them, but I don’t want to stop. Nick sucks on my clit in time with the machine, and all I can think is that I want this forever.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he growls, lapping at my entrance before sealing his mouth over my clit, sucking hard. The pleasure is electric, sizzling up my spine. “Your cunt’s gushing, little one. Can you feel how wet you are? How sloppy?” His fingers join his mouth, two of them shoving inside me, curling up to press against my g-spot. The machine sucks harder, the bottles filling faster as I start to spiral out of control.
“I…I need…” My voice breaks as he sucks my clit into his mouth and polishes it with his tongue. My orgasm rips through me, my back bowing off the chair as I scream, my pussy clenching around his fingers, my milk spraying into the bottles in long, thick pulses that mimic the spasms of my pussy. Sparks shower down like snowflakes, and the fire turns violet as the air hums with power.
My power.
Nick doesn’t stop. He rides out my seemingly never ending orgasm, licking and sucking on my swollen clit, his fingers fucking me through it until I’m a sobbing, trembling mess. Only then does he pull back, his lips glistening, his beard wet with me. He stands and turns off the machine, then disconnects thenozzles with a wet pop. My nipples are ridiculously swollen, dark pink, still dripping, and before I can even catch my breath, his mouth is on me, sealing over one aching peak.
