A Boy and His Fux Ch. 4
Driving home from yet another appointment, my wife let out a low groan in the seat beside me. "Ahri? Are you okay?" I asked in concern, but she didn't answer me. Instead, she just reached up to her breasts, letting out a pained whimper as she fidgeted with the seatbelt. "Honey, what's wrong?"
"They hurt," she whined. "They hurt so bad. Please," she gasped, "please Kal, I need you to suck them. Please! They're so full, it feels like they're tearing me apart from the inside."
"It's okay, it's okay," I tried to assure her, taking her hand in mine. "We'll be at home soon and I'll help you pump them, okay?" She didn't respond, only giving out another pained moan and sinking further into her seat.
By the time we got back, she was barely able to walk. I lifted her in my arms, carrying her through the door before setting her gently on the couch.
"Wait right here," I instructed her, going into the room to scrounge around for the milking machine. The typical pump wasn't good enough anymore. Ahri had been lactating so much lately, that it just wasn't able to hold it all. We managed to get a full sized milker for her, but the damned machine had so many parts that when it was disassembled (as we didn't want Annie to see it) it was a pain to gather them all.
Just as I'd managed to capture the final hose, I turned around to see Ahri standing in the doorway, a hungry look in her eyes and long claws grown from her fingers. Oh Gods, she was going feral. Coiling like a spring, she pounced at me with a roar, eager to force her charmed milk into my stomach until I became sick.
As she swiped at me with her claws, I quickly sidestepped her attack before grabbing her wrist and roughly wrenching it behind her. "Ahri, stop! Get a hold of yourself."
She let out a hiss, turning quickly to swipe at me with her other hand. I blocked it easily. Her movements were sloppy when she was like this. I had to milk her, but I couldn't do it without hurting our children in this state. Noting the pair of fuzzy handcuffs she'd recently purchased, I dodged away from another attack to snag them.
This time when she pounced at me, I caught her wrist and slammed a manacle on it before handcuffing her to the machine's resting bench. She tried to tug away, but I quickly grabbed another pair of handcuffs and repeated the process with the other hand. She continued snarling and spitting as I slipped her out of her one piece dress (she'd ceased to wear more than one article of clothing now due to her hot flashes).
She let out an angry growl at me, spitting and hissing like an encaged animal. "Ahri, I know you can understand me, and you need to calm yourself," I lectured, grabbing the cups for the milker. The only reply I got was another hiss.
As I moved closer, her eyes followed me, now narrow golden slits that were more animal than human. Reaching for her breast, she attempted to sink her fangs into me. I jerked back quickly, narrowly avoiding her bite. I knew if I kept going, she'd probably kill me. I had to find a way to calm her down.
Setting the cups down for a moment, I moved to her side. She tried to turn to follow me with her eyes, but when I'd reached her hips, her tails swayed suspiciously. Reaching to the back of her head, I gently ran my fingers along where her ears met her scalp, causing her body to shudder in surprise. "It's okay," I whispered to her, scratching her gently. "I'm not going to hurt you, Ahri. I'm your husband, remember? I love you."
Her throaty growls devolved into purrs, until she remembered that I was the one who'd chained her to the bench. Her tails whipped at me as she snarled her anger. I continued caressing her ears, but she simply laid them flat back against her head to show it would not affect her anymore.
Well if that's how she wanted to play, so be it. Trailing my fingers through her silky black hair, I gave it a gentle tug that that made her tails fluff up in a mix of irritation and enjoyment. Walking my fingers along her spine, she arched her back, using her natural curves to guide my touch along her figure until my fingers brushed against her cluster of tails.
Scratching at their base, I could hear her breath becoming ragged as she tried desperately to show she was still upset with me. "There, there," I murmured. A scent began to fill the air, and it was one I immediately recognized. Crouching down behind her, sure enough, I could see her bare pussy, glistening with arousal.
Without a thought, I leaned forward and ran my tongue along her snatch, causing her legs to stretch outward as she let out a pleasured mew. She tasted heavenly, her feral nature adding some sort of strange musk to her wetness that was intoxicating.
My hands ran up her thighs to her rump that sat perched in the air in eager anticipation. "More?" I teased, before cupping her mound on my tongue, allowing the tip to rest gingerly on her clit.
She began to purr, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she struggled to push back against me. Now, it seemed, she was enjoying my touch. "M-more," she pleaded brokenly. "M-more."
Well, I was never one to disappoint my wife. Slipping my tongue inside of her, I began to lap at her moistness, slurping the arousal from her quim with a maddening hunger. She tasted like heaven and as she began to moan, she caressed my face with her tails.
I moaned into her folds, probing deeper and deeper with my tongue until finally, I pressed it against her fleshy walls, stimulating her clit from the inside. She couldn't stop panting as I lapped at her eagerly and just as she was about to cum, I pulled from her, leaving her gasping for air.
Wiping my chin with the back of my hand, I moved back around to her front, grasping the suction cups and placing them over her nipples, one at a time. Just as the first one took hold, beginning to pull the ivory liquid from her breast, she tilted her chin up and fiercely pressed her lips against mine, sucking them hungrily. I could feel her starting to drain my essence, so I quickly pulled away before swatting her nose. "No, bad!" I scolded her. "You're not supposed to feed from me, understand?"
She gave me a pitiful whine, before giving me the cutest pout I'd ever seen. When I put the other cup in place, trying to ignore my bestial wife's attempts to sway me, she took advantage of my distraction and blew a strong gust of charm into my face.
I struggled to keep my head as the machine continued to milk her, flooding its glass vial with white liquid. She moaned happily as it worked to remove the pressure on her breasts, and I gladly kissed her, now that her charm was muddling my mind.
Surprisingly, this time, she didn't try to drain my essence. Instead, she moaned into my kiss, sucking gently on my lower lip. Her hips bucked and grinded against the bench, searching for anything she could rub against to get herself off, but upon finding nothing, she pulled away, staring up at me with those big gold eyes.
"There now, isn't that better?" I asked, scratching her affectionately beneath her chin. "I know it hurts when I don't milk you often enough, but since you charmed your milk, I have to be careful. I wouldn't want to end up brainwashed or anything."
She continued to whine and beg, trying her hardest to make me submit to her charm so that she'd have complete control of me, but my will was absolute. I knew what to do to appease her though. Stripping out of my clothes, her pleading whimpers came to a stop the moment she saw my hard member, swaying in front of her nose.
"Oh yes, that's what I thought," I chuckled. "This is what you really wanted, isn't it?" Her head slowly bobbed up and down as I brought it closer to her. Parting her lips, she tried desperately to reach my tip with her tongue, but I kept it just out of her reach, taunting her with my shaft as my pre began to bubble forth.
Staying out of her tongue's reach, I rubbed the pre cum on her cheeks, making sure she could smell it though was unable to reach it with her tongue to wipe it off. Moving behind her, she squirmed eagerly, moving her tales to present her pussy, but with her charm taking further effect, I knew there was something else I wanted even more.
Slipping my fingers inside of her, I made sure to get them nice and lubricated before rubbing it on her tight asshole. She let out a puzzled mew, trying to turn her head to regard me before she felt me grasp her by the base of her tails.
She let out a surprised yelp as I lifted her by the fluffy white appendages, revealing her ass to me before I forced my tip against her narrow anal ring. She began to give labored whimpers as I stretched her chocolate starfish around my member, wearing her colon like a fleshy condom.
She squealed loudly, her feet flailing desperately in the air in an attempt to find perch with no success. I began to thrust faster and faster inside of her, causing a river of pleasure induced druel to flow from the side of her mouth and down her chin. "Ah...ah...ah…!" she moaned, every time I bottomed out inside of her.
It was amid her cries of delight that I remembered myself and paused, slowly lowering her body back down on to the bench. I'd let her charm get the best of me, and I could have seriously hurt her or the children.
"Wh-why stop?" she moaned. "M-more!"
I ignored her, pulling myself out of her ass and moving to unchain her from the bench. She looked at me in disappointment as she sat up cutely on the bench. "Ahri, listen to me," I instructed, sitting beside her. "Right now our children are growing inside of you. We need to be more careful. That means you have to get a hold of yourself...and so do I."
I could see for a moment there was conflict, before her eyes started to return to their normal way. Looking at her hands, she watched as her claws slid back into her fingers, and her fangs dulled to their normal sharpness. "Y-you're right, Kal. I'm sorry. I just don't know what came over me."
I smiled at her, pulling her into my lap to cuddle. She nuzzled against me with a happy purr, licking my cheek affectionately. I chuckled, pulling her lips to mine in a romantic and passionate kiss where I held her until the machine gave a faint click to signal it was done. "How do you feel? Better?"
"Much," she sighed happily, working to remove the pumps from her body. "They've just been so sore and tender lately, and I don't know what to do. Well, except…" she trailed off as her hands scratched along my chest, her eyes meeting mine. Kissing me, she attempted to charm me once more.
I struggled to pull away, but she clung to me tightly preventing my escape as she force fed me enough pheremones to drain me of all sense and reason. My mind felt as if it were stuffed with cotton balls and my body became warm like a fever. When my wriggling gave way to surrender, she loosened her hold on me and pulled her lips from mine.
"Much better," she sighed. "Now, you're going to be a good husband and milk me, aren't you?" I nodded silently, sitting there catatonically as she straddled my lap and pressed her nipple between my lips. Instinctively, my nearly brain dead reaction was to keep start sucking gently.
My instilled obedience resulted in a rather steady stream of sweet fox milk. I began to drink it down, one slow gulp at a time as she moaned in relief. She cradled me in her arms as a mix between a lover and a pet, feeding me more of her addictive cream.
"Mmm, that feels nice," she moaned, rubbing her breast to encourage more milk into my mouth, only bringing me further under her spell. "You know, I don't see why you should get all the fun," she whispered, stroking my hair. "I had to be your pet for a day, what's so bad about being mine, hmm? Judging by your expression, I think you'd enjoy it. Don't you?" When I didn't say anything as she switched me to her other breast, she just smiled. "Yes, that's what I thought."
My cock began to grow painfully stiff as it pressed against her waist, bringing a smile to her face. Reaching between my legs she softly stroked me, using it like a joystick to control just how hard or fast I suckled from her, until finally, her breasts were completely emptied and her milk in my stomach.
She raised my arms over my head. I didn't even struggle as she slipped it off. Kissing my throat, she shoved me back onto our bed, pinning my wrists above me as she gave small affectionate love bites down my chest.
Curling up on my stomach, she began to purr, looking up at me sweetly and I knew then just how hopelessly I was in love with her, charm or no. Her dark hair splayed around those perfect golden eyes framed the face of an angel, my angel. She seemed to have a similar thought because for a moment, she just lay there, her cheek pressed against my chest, and our bodies laying against one another.
While my arms had been pinned before, their new freedom allowed me to embrace my lover. She didn't even seem to mind as she just lay there. "This is nice," she whispered. "It's been so long since you and I just cuddled, I'd almost forgotten how wonderful it feels. I love you so much, Kal. I hope you know, I'd never try to hurt you or the children on purpose."
"I know," I replied in a dull tone, unable to respond to anything she asked, save to agree with her sentiments. Smiling, she sat up, caressing my cheek affectionately before rolling over on to her back beside me.
"Come on my pet," she cooed. "Show how much you love me. Pleasure me with your affections, and I may even have a little treat for you." She ended this offer with a wink and a flirtatious click of her tongue.
I nodded drunkenly, the soft doped up smile on my face never fading as I grabbed her hips and pulled them against me. Placing my hard tip at her snatch, she placed her fingers to my lips and shook her head.
"Not that way," she smirked. Knowing her intentions, I lowered myself down her body, giving one last mournful suck on each of her nipples, to find they were truly empty, and then continued my journey further down until I was between her legs. The moisture from earlier was now dripping heavily down her thighs, and at her gentle pulling of my hair, I did as she requested and began to clean it from her silky legs with my tongue. "Start at the very bottom," she instructed. "I deserve to be pampered after all."
I smiled at her, reaching her feet and massaging them affectionately. I kissed the tops and bottoms of them, even taking the time to suck on each perfect toe on after another. She flopped on to her back, stretching out her long beautiful legs so that I could continue massaging them. "How's this?" I asked, eager to receive more praise from my idol.
"Wonderful," she moaned, gently stroking my head for being a good pet. "No one ever tells you how sore your feet become when you're pregnant. Or your entire body for that matter. Please work on my calves now," she requested. I did as she instructed, running my fingertips over the backs of her legs to begin kneading the sore muscles that were there. She smiled as she watched me work for a moment before extending her foot to press up against my shaft carefully, her tails tickling me all over my body. "My massage is missing something," she announced. "I think you need to rub some oil in."
"Oil?" I asked. "I'm not sure I have any."
"If not, then I'll guess you'll have to make do with something else," she purred, stroking my cock faster with the soles of her feet. I moaned to her, nodding my head to show I understood, but she wouldn't let up, jacking me off faster and faster.
It wasn't long before my pre was smeared all over the bottom of her feet, and it was then that she pulled away, leaving me in torment. "Ahri," I whimpered, but she just rolled over onto her stomach, kicking her legs slowly, yet impatiently.
"Get to it," she demanded, winking at me in a way that set my blood on fire. I obeyed her, rubbing the slick liquid into her soles and her calves, running it further and further up her legs until they shined from the light's reflection on the precum.
She gave a content moan, lowering one leg to raise the other in bored expectation. I eagerly continued to massage her as her tails twisted and untwisted around themselves idly. When my hands reached her soft cheeks, I cupped them lovingly, feeling the wonderful sensation of her flesh between my fingertips. She wiggled her hips slightly in enjoyment.
Spreading her legs slightly, I placed myself between them, pressing between her folds with my tip and slowly inserting it into her. Folding her arms beneath her chin, she sighed happily, allowing me to slowly push and pull my member inside of her. With how wet she was, I practically glided inside of her. "Does that feel good, love?" I asked, running my hands up her back and kissing her neck.
"Mmhm," she murmured back, enjoying my back rub mixed with our most gentle lovemaking to date. "Keep at it, love. I need to be able to feel you inside me." I doubled my efforts to get her off, my thrusts now rocking the bed beneath us as moaned ecstatically. "Oooh! That's it, right there!" she squealed as our pelvises slapped against one another's lewdly. Her pre-coated legs stretched, her toes curling in delight as with one last mew of pleasure, she tightened on me and came.
The pleasure of having gotten her off was beginning to get to me, too. I was ready to stuff my wife with another load of baby batter, but before I could, she reached back and took ahold of my shaft, stopping me from thrusting back into her. "A-Ahri," I complained, but she just gave me a clever smirk.
"Now, now my pet," she purred, stroking me with an agonizing gentleness. "I don't think it's time for you to be finished just yet. I still have to get my payback."
"P-payback?" I whimpered as she rolled over onto her back and sat up.
"That's right," she winked. "Payback." She lead me by my cock, over to where the milker sat, and something in the back of my charm-addled mind told me this wasn't going to be great. "Sit," she instructed, her grip tightening on my shaft to command me non-verbally as well.
I did as she asked, sitting just on the edge of the bench with a groan of need for release. She didn't say anything as she released my cock, other than to place a gentle kiss on my cheek. How badly I wanted to just stroke myself until I was finished, but I knew that she'd be disappointed if I did. I could never disappoint her.
Going to the machine, she removed the large capsules of milk, replacing them with empty ones before bringing one to me. "Drink," she demanded, but I didn't move. She frowned when I didn't obey, instead electing to upend the quart of charmed cream into my lips. I began to swallow it as she wanted, and as it began to drain, I could feel her attaching some sort of casing around my cock. "You hooked me up to a machine like a cow," she complained as I continued to swallow her milk. Every drop made me love her more and more, to the point where if she told me to jump off of a cliff, I'd probably do it. "I think it's time you felt the same experience." Sitting behind me, she pressed her swollen belly against the small of my back, wrapping her arms around me and tilting the container more until I was chugging it all down, my vision pink and blurry from the high concentration of charm.
I was vaguely aware of a humming noise, followed by a less than pleasurable suction on my cock. I was more concerned with downing every last drop of milk she had and the way her fingers trailed along my chest. She kissed my neck softly as she reached down to the vacuum seal around my cock.
Kneading my testicles, her tails tickled me all over, and when the milk was finally gone from both containers, she turned me to face her so she could affectionately lick the excess from my chin and cheeks. "That's better," she murmured before kissing my lips deeply. I moaned softly into the kiss, my tongue eagerly wanting to taste the inside of her mouth. She allowed me that respite, but I still hadn't felt release until she exhaled her charm straight down my throat.
Suddenly, every sensation was like a thousand gentle licks from my love, all over my body. The suction of the device made me cum hard, filling the container a small amount. I groaned, thinking that it was over, but when her hands cupped my balls and ignited in her magical fire, I could feel them swelling in her palms, and restarting the process all over again. Over and over again, I couldn't stop cumming, filling up the machine with every word whispered in my ear.
Soon, the machine clicked off, having filled the entire quart sized container with my spunk. I panted, my body completely limp as Ahri removed the pump, licking the inside of the cup clean before wrapping her lips around my member.
When it was clean of all but her glimmering spittle, she let it fall free with a pop, smiling smugly up at me as she continued to stroke my flesh with her silky hands. "Now, my darling husband...what have you learned?" I was so out of my senses, I wasn't even sure if my response was coherent. I could feel her crawl over me, prowling like an animal as her eyes once more took on their feral gleam. "The next time your wife tells you to suck out her milk, you do it. No questions asked. Understand?" I nodded silently bringing a smile to her face. "Good boy," she giggled before placing her lips against mine.
As I wrapped my arms around her, I could feel sucking on my tongue, and I knew that I was lucky to have escaped with as little fatigue as I did. When she'd at last fallen asleep on my chest, I kissed her lips gently, eager to see what she had in mind for all the spunk that she'd collected from me.