[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3]

“Jamie…” Abigail said nervously. “Can I milk you?”

With a wave of his hand, Jamie changed into a cow print micro bikini, cow print thigh highs, and a collar with a miniature cowbell. He smiled, looked up at Abigail with wide eyes, and said, “I thought you’d never ask.”

“Jamie, I’m being serious.”

“I take being milked very seriously.”

Abigail rubbed her arm, and couldn’t look him in the eye. Jamie kissed her on the cheek, having to stand on his tiptoes to reach, and she smiled. “You can’t start a serious conversation with ‘I want to milk you,’” he said. “It’s not fair. I’m already leaking into my panties.”

Abigail looked at him, still smiling, and kissed him back. With their lips locked, Jamie’s tail began to wag, and he pressed himself against her. She was wearing a casual gray sweater and some gray sweatpants, maybe not the sexiest outfit, but the softness of it made Jamie feel very safe. When the kiss was over, he did what he felt most natural to him, and buried his face between her breasts. He purred softly as Abigail rubbed his head. “I’ve noticed that you’ve actually been soft sometimes,” she said. “Only when you think I’m not looking at you of course. I love how excited you get when I just look in your direction.”

Jamie said something about how much he loved her, but it was muffled by her chest.

“I was just wondering if … maybe … that meant our souls have bounded full. Because there’s been some potions I’ve been wanting to make, and incubus cum is the best base ingredient for them.”

Jamie looked up at her with a cheeky smile. “I’d say our souls are fully bonded, and my cum is at full potency.” Abigail blushed and he humped her thigh a little. “How would you like to extract it from me, mistress?” 

“Do you want me to put on something sexier?”

“I can’t imagine you looking more attractive than you do right now.”

Any nervousness Abigail was feeling before was gone. Jamie’s confidence was infectious, and his infatuation was empowering. “Sit,” she commanded, pointing to the couch. Jamie instantly sat down and crossed his legs seductively. It took a moment for Abigail to recover from this, the way his socks indented his thighs was alluring, and the sway of his foot was hypnotizing. She quickly grabbed some things from around the room and stood in front of him again. He looked up at her with an eager smile on his face. “Stand on the couch and bend over.” 

He was instantly in position. Standing on the cushions, legs spread, bent over ninety degrees, with his hands gripping the back of the couch. There was a mirror not too far in front of him, so he was able to see Abigail take a small pair of scissors and cut one of the strings holding up his G-string. They fell to his ankle, and this act of control made his knees weak.

His cock and balls now dangled completely exposed between his legs. He watched in anticipation as she rolled up her sleeves and lubed up her hand. A stream of pre-cum leaked out of him and puddled on the couch. Abigail leaned forward and seductively whispered, “you’re cleaning that up later.” Jamie closed his eyes, imagined licking clean the mess he was making, and the stream only got stronger. Abigail quickly slid a jar in place, as to not lose any more of his precious cum, and Jamie looked down at it. Although he knew this was the plan all along, he was still disappointed there wouldn’t be a bigger mess for him.

But he had little time to think about that because Abigail grabbed hold of his cock and stroked it slowly. His mind instantly went blank, his tongue rolled out of his mouth, and he let out the loudest moan imaginable. Her hand was so soft, her touch so gentle, and her strokes so loving.

As Abigail watched the drool drip from his tongue, she had an idea. She leaned forward and buried her face in between his bubbly ass cheeks. Her tongue dove deep into his ass and swirled around. With her free hand, she squeezed and jiggled his ass cheek. They were so thick that pulling one to the side was the only way she could get a breath.

His moans could, in fact, get louder.

It didn’t take long for Abigail to feel an orgasm building in his ball as they rested against her wrist, and she slightly picked up the pace. The mirror allowed her to see his face, but nothing lower, so she had to guess where to hold the jar. His cum gushed out of him with such force that it was almost knocked out of her hand and filled it up to the point where it became difficult to hold. When his orgasm was done, she pulled away from his ass and he collapsed onto the couch. Looking down at the jar, and marveling at how much there was, she had another intrusive thought. She dipped one of her clean fingers into it and had a taste. It was the sweetest, purest, most delicious thing she had ever eaten.

“Don’t be greedy,” Jamie said weakly. “Let me have some.” 

Abigail got onto the couch between his legs, slowly dipped two fingers into the jar, and let the pure white goo drip off them for a moment. Jamie licked his lips, opened his mouth, and closed his eyes, but that’s not the hole Abigail had in mind. Using his own cum as lube, she slid her fingers into his ass. He let out a soft moan as she forced her thighs under him and used her free hand to bend him in half, so his legs were over his head. Pressed up against him to hold him in place, she aimed his cock at his still-open mouth and began to stroke. His cock was softer this time, but he seemed to enjoy it just fine. “Please mistress,” he whispered. “Please let me have a taste too.” He stuck his tongue out. 

Abigail stroked faster and a moment later a weak stream of cum flowed out of his cock and directly into his mouth. Jamie waited until there wasn’t a drop left in his ball before finally swallowing. He wanted to make sure he didn’t miss any of it. Abigail pulled her fingers out of his ass and put them into his mouth for him to clean, which he happily did. After that she let him relax.

Jamie sat curled up on Abigail’s lap. His head rested against her chest. Her hand rubbed the top of his head. His tail wrapped around her waist. They hadn’t said anything yet, she just comforted him as he recovered. “You’re not planning to sell my cum, right?” Jamie asked shyly, and before Abigail could respond, he continued. “It’s just, I made it for you, and no one else, so you should be the one to use it.”

Abigail tilted his head up and kissed him. “Jamie, I’d never sell such a precious gift.” There was a slight pause. “But can I sell the potions?”

Jamie smiled and nuzzled up against her. “That’s okay. You have to afford my shopping sprees somehow.” Abigail kissed him again, and there was another pause. “And can you please not damage my clothes again? It’s really hot, but it also makes me very uncomfortable. Even when the clothes are really cheap like this bikini. You know how … intense … I can get about my closet and clothes.”

Abigail squeezed him, he giggled, and that helped her feel better as he clearly wasn’t upset with her. “I’m really sorry, baby. I just got caught up in the moment. I’ll be more careful in the future.”

“I know … I love you.” 

“I love you too.”