Chapter 2:
Awkward First Aid
Due to her constant nearness, Nameless couldn’t help but get a good look at the Minotaur known as Milly.
Her face was rounded without being chubby, with a tantalizing cleft to her chin; her chocolate brown hair was cropped short and her eyes were a rich shade of blue. From the hips up, with the exception of her tail, floppy ears, and horns, she was all womanly curves. From what Nameless could see of her below the waist (she wore scandalously short jean shorts) her outer thighs and down to her hooves had the black and white patterned hide of a jersey cow.
Towering over him at six foot six he found her to be quiet lovely to look at, even smeared with mud as she was. He had given her his ripped shirt in an attempt to preserve her modesty. Her eyes had welled up at the gesture and she had scrambled into it as quickly as she could, not caring that it was covered in mud and blood.
Despite being much too large for him, his shirt barely contained her impressive breasts and with the addition of the tear from the whip they threatened to spill over the top.
It was… rather eye-catching and he was having a hard time keeping his gaze appropriate.
She noticed, and, if anything, wiggled herself against him in such a way to make for a more appealing picture. She was clinging to his arm still, resting one boob on his shoulder as they walked.
“Will you just cool it until we get to the bathhouse!” Miranda was exasperated with the cow girl; she had somehow forgotten what a new bond could be like for a monster.
Even then though, this bond seemed… especially potent.
Having confirmed that he was, in fact, of age, they had left the market place and headed towards the public bathhouse outside of town to get cleaned up. Jan had followed her scent and caught up to them once the prisoner was safely locked away. She now walked along beside Miranda humming loudly and tunelessly to herself as her tail wagged absently; dried mud covered the simple grey vest she wore as well as the strange tight pants that came down to just passed her knees.
Miranda knew that despite her carefree attitude Jan’s shaggy grey ears were scanning the trees on either side of the road for any hint of danger. Insufferably flighty as she could be sometimes, she was well trained.
With the road dust and then the mud from the brawl Miranda was more than ready for a bath; Nameless had informed her that she could have her clothes cleaned by the caretakers of the bathhouse for a small fee while she bathed. And, on duty or not, the thought of being completely clean for the first time in days was too tempting to pass up.
The fact that her charges also needed a bath simply served to legitimize her own hygienic needs.
“So, what happens to me, to us, now?”
Nameless had managed to tear his eyes, not to mention the rest of his face, from Milly’s ample cleavage. His chest still throbbed, but the poultice that Miranda had given him blunted the worst of the pain, he still wasn’t clear exactly how Milly was going to ‘take care’ of him.
“Pretty standard stuff, since her former owner didn’t have any papers, not to mention blatantly violated Aegis’s charter, she was free to bond with whomever she liked. Given your, ah, heroics, I’m not surprised her heartstone reacted so strongly to you. Minotaurs, especially heifers, are known to favour men who stand up for those in need. Although, I am curious why you felt the need to do a face plant in the mud with an open wound just to keep her heart from getting dirty, as grand gestures go, I’ve heard of better.”
His eyebrows rose in surprise, as he blushed and took a second to formulate his response.
“But, I thought that it might shatter if it hit a rock or something.” He trailed off at Miranda’s incredulous look.
“Shatter? Boy what did you learn in school?! A full grown gigas could hit that thing with a gravity hammer from orbit and not even scratch the surface!”
His eyes boggled a bit as his jaw dropped.
“But it looks so delicate!”
He drew the orb up to his face and looked at it with a wondrous expression on his face. Milly’s cheeks turned slightly pink at being called delicate.
“Of course it does!” Jan piped in; “A girl’s heart IS delicate, especially to the boy she looooves.” She drew out the last word teasingly while clenching her hands together to her cheek in a parody of a girl freshly wooed.
Miranda stifled a groan at her partner’s antics. She glanced at the monster seemingly glued to the boy’s shoulder before continuing.
“They are a pretty gentle breed, unless pissed off of course, as numb-nuts learned once he threatened her bond-mate. You’re actually really lucky; it takes a brave soul to mess with a Minotaur’s mate. That and her milk will fetch a pretty penny for you if you can get her to produce-”
“Oh I’ll produce,” Milly suddenly jumped into the conversation, her eyes smoldered as she cut off Miranda’s exposition and gazed lustily at her new master; “You can drink from me every day, I’ll fill you up until you are fit to burst, Master.” She squeezed him tight again as her breasts bulged over the top of his torn shirt.
Unaccustomed to such suggestive language and unsure how to respond to her unbridled lust, Nameless just smiled nervously up at her.
Miranda rolled her eyes.
“Yeah don’t worry, that’ll wear off. Er, it should anyways. Think of it as being… well, in heat.” Miranda gave a slight smile; “She’ll be especially affectionate towards you for at least a few days. Having said all of that-”
Her smile shifted into an equally slight frown and she gave him a no-nonsense look.
“She might be okay bonding with you but, unless you secretly got all of your permits in order when I wasn’t looking you’ll have some hoops to jump through. That is-” Miranda stopped walking, the bathhouse now in sight. She looked at Nameless, taking care to keep her expression and her tone neutral; “If you decide that you want to keep her.”
There was a pause as everyone absorbed that statement and Miranda took a deep breath.
“You wouldn’t be the first human to ignore a bond. Sadly the monster girl is the only one forced into feeling anything by it. I am obliged to inform you that, given that the contact between you and her heartstone was essentially accidental, according to Aegis’s charter you have no legal, ethical, or moral obligation to respond to her bond in any way.”
Milly held her breath, desperately trying not to earn his disapproval at this turn of events.
I just found him! I can’t give him up! I won’t!
She let out a barely audible low of desperation and clung even tighter to his shoulder.
Jan was unusually silent, taking the cue from Miranda to wait for his response. If he rebuffed the poor girl, it was likely she would have to be restrained to keep him safe from her desperate affections. Sadly it was something the veteran operatives had dealt with in the past.
Jan and Miranda both surreptitiously angled themselves, ready to leap into action if she took his rejection poorly. All three women waited for Nameless to respond.
His eyes wide, he looked at each of them in confusion before he turned towards Milly.
But, why would anyone refuse?
He addressed her directly in an effort to clear the air, as he realized she had been largely neglected in their earlier conversation;
“M-Milly, if you want me, I mean, I’m short, I’m not good looking and I don’t have any experience with being an owner-” He stopped himself as his throat closed with emotion and he swallowed, tears forming in the corner of his eyes; “If you are okay with b-being with me then I would be, I mean I know we just met, and I’ve never-er- with anyone before, but I am so flattered so-uh… I accept?” He ended lamely with a questioning note to his tone, unsure of how to return a girl’s affections, being largely inexperienced with the fairer sex.
Miranda breathed a mental sigh of relief, whilst Jan gave a happy bark and clapped her hands together ecstatically, her tail wagging furiously.
Milly meanwhile let out a deep and joyful low, before scooping him up in her arms and pressing her luscious pink lips to his. He wasn’t prepared for such a passionate embrace and was at a complete loss, especially when her large muscular tongue forced its way into his mouth, erotically grappling with his in a sensation as foreign to him as it was overwhelming.
She licked over his teeth, his gums, wanting to taste even more of him as his own tongue was limply battered about. She was lost in the moment, happily molesting his molars while he was completely helpless in her incredibly strong embrace. She held his feet off the ground with ease.
Eventually the aggressive kiss broke; a string of saliva connected their lips for a moment before it too broke. Both parties were breathing heavily and unable to look away from each other; her with unrestrained passion, him with utter disbelief.
It took a moment for the grappled couple to notice the painfully hard bulge firmly poking her in the stomach. His arms pinned to his side by her firm grip Nameless could do nothing to adjust himself and blushed to the roots of his hair.
Milly giggled then ran her tongue over his lips and across his cheek, his jaw, until eventually she captured his earlobe with her teeth.
His bulge hardened even more as she whispered directly in his ear;
“Don’t worry Master; I said I would… take care of you.” She ran her tongue up the length of his ear; “I want you so badly, I need you so badly.” She lowed again as she ground him against her midsection to feel more of his hardness.
“M-Milly, please sto-!” He was totally mortified by her uninhibited display of affection until...
A bucket of very cold water was dumped on them both, he yelped in shock and she let out a much higher moo then her previously passionate ones. Dripping wet, they took stock of their surroundings and remembered that they still had an audience.
Miranda, her face a storm cloud, handed the bucket back to old Paul Fletcher who accepted it with a smirk; she thanked him between gritted teeth as he chuckled good-heartedly.
“No problem at all Aegis, I was bonded to a heifer myself once, many years ago, so I remember what it was like.” He looked sad for a moment, his eyes distant; “Yessum, I remember indeed.” He murmured again as he wandered back to the spring outside the bathhouse to refill his pail, lost in his memories.
“AS I WAS SAYING!” Miranda shouted. Milly reluctantly set her new master back on his feet, her lower lip jutting out in an adorable pout as Miranda resumed; “You have some legal hoops to jump through; technically it was illegal of you to even touch her heartstone without the proper permits.”
Nameless looked nervous at that point as she continued berating them.
“Fortunately, given the mitigating circumstances, I will ignore this violation of the charter… IF YOU KEEP YOUR GOD DAMN HANDS TO YOURSELVES UNTIL WE GET INSIDE THE FUCKING BATHHOUSE!”
Thoroughly reprimanded, Nameless nodded vigorously. Milly crossed her arms and let out a great harrumph to voice her displeasure, her tail swishing in agitation. Miranda held the glare on her until Milly finally mumbled her acquiescence, looking decidedly put upon.
Jan let out a coughing bark of laughter until Miranda transferred her glower to her, by which point Jan had already shifted her pose so that both hands were behind her head as she whistled innocently off to one side.
Miranda heaved yet another sigh; it was turning into one of those days.
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Miranda groaned as she languished in the steaming bath; the kids were in a co-ed section no doubt doing something she would have to yell at them for later. But at the moment she could care less because Jan’s paws felt so god-damned GOOD. Her modest breasts pressed against the edge of the bath, the roughness of the stone stimulating her hardened nipples while her head rested on her crossed arms.
Miranda was currently receiving one of Jan’s legendary back rubs, complete with affectionate licks and nips to her shoulders and neck. They had been together for a long time, Jan having bonded to her almost twenty years prior, and as such she knew exactly how her mate liked to be touched.
In her early forties, Miranda was still young, especially for a bonded tamer. She had some grey in her auburn hair but it only served to accentuate the blue streaks in her mostly grey eyes.
The bonds she had struck kept her trim and fit. She had bonds with other monsters, but Jan was the only one she had elected to bring with her for this mission, the others lacked the necessary experience and remained at the Aegis compound in Garland, no doubt wrecking the place in her absence.
The creature that they tracked was too dangerous to have them involved. Jan could be flighty but when the chips were down and lives were on the line, Miranda trusted her to do what needed to be done.
“Mmmmmm, Mistress, you’re thinking warm thoughts about me again.” Jan dragged her broad tongue up the side of her lover’s head, grooming her hair warmly as her paws continued their massage.
Her heartstone conveyed the gist of her mistress’s emotions, its amber light pulsing gently from its housing in Miranda’s naval piercing, an exact match to Jan’s eyes. Her mistress’s admiration was deeply pleasurable to Jan; more so than a fresh kill, even better than rolling in the mud.
Almost better than sex.
“Ah… keep doing what you’re doing and I’ll love you forever, you are sooo getting a proper belly rub tonight.” Miranda cooed, back arching, her voice muffled by her arms, the tensions of the day, and many of the days prior, eased from her shoulders.
Jan’s knees weakened a bit as her own nipples hardened. A proper belly rub meant her on her back, legs spread, while Miranda buried her tongue in her pussy and rubbed vigorously at her sensitive tummy.
She couldn’t wait.
“So what do you think about this Nameless boy? You think we’ll have to separate them?” Jan hoped not, but she knew that it wasn’t her call in the end.
“No… ah…” Miranda gasped as Jan kneaded a knot out from her lower back, working her way lower; “I think he is a good kid. But I don’t like how hesitant he is with her affections. You saw how he froze up when she kissed him?”
“Yeah, although to be fair, if I had kissed you like that when I first bonded with you, your head might have popped clean off…”
She emphasized her point when she raised her mistress out of the water by her hips and gave her an incredibly long lick, starting at her dripping sex, then continuing deep between her cheeks, giving a lingering swirl over her puckered anus, all the way up her spine, her shoulders, and finally across the side of her face.
“Ah! Jan! Oh b-baby! Not what I had in mind when I asked for a backrub but I’ll take it…”
She moaned as Jan returned her lips and her incredible tongue to her rear end; rimming her vigorously and savouring her mistress’s musk as she slipped one clawed finger delicately between her nether lips, fingering her gently.
After a few moments of this, Jan paused, smiling at Miranda’s disappointed huff.
“How long do we have the bath for?” She whispered, her husky breath chilling the water on Miranda’s pert butt cheeks as she continued to slowly piston one digit in and out of her pussy, going deeper with each thrust.
“I, I thought ahead… two hours.” Miranda panted and shivered a bit as she felt her pet’s teeth gently nip her on her right cheek.
“Good,” She planted a few sucking kisses on Miranda’s buttock, leaving a few hickies and love bites to mark her mistress’s tushy as hers; “Because if you are going to give me a belly rub tonight, I think I should really have to earn it, don’t you?”
Miranda could only moan in response when Jan’s muscular tongue worked its way deep inside of her puckered hole. Her pet supported the weight of her lower body, one splayed paw between her legs and holding her just above her groin while the other now had two fingers inside her dripping snatch.
Miranda began to gently rock herself back and forth, encouraging Jan to plunge her fingers, and her tongue, further inside of her.
“Ugh, Jan… deep, take me deep…”
Jan obliged. Thrusting her considerable long tongue as far inside her mistress as it could go, swirling around the inside of her anal cavity as she increased the thrusting of her fingers.
Miranda rocked harder, thrusting her hips on Jan’s fingers and groaning louder at the incredible pleasure in her asshole. She propped herself up on her elbows to allow herself to buck backwards with more force, tongue lolled out, drool falling onto the granite as she began to rut against Jan’s face like a beast.
“More, baby… more… I’m so close!”
Jan responded by slipping her supporting hand lower, stimulating Miranda’s clit with the heel of her paw. She sucked with as much force as she could on her anus as she wriggled her tongue around like a panicked eel. Miranda’s panting had turned into sobbing gasps as she approached her climax.
Jan fingered her rapidly now, knowing that for the first round, her bond-mate wouldn’t want to be teased.
The teasing would come later.
Miranda’s breathing halted and her whole body shuddered as ecstasy washed over her, Jan didn’t even slow down, knowing how best to draw out her love’s climax. Miranda released her breath all at once in a deep and explosive moan, gyrating her hips rapidly against Jan’s face for a moment, until the stimulation became too much and she had to hold still.
Jan didn’t stop.
She continued to frig her pussy and tongue her ass with the same intensity. Miranda’s orgasm continued while she thrashed, now trying to escape the overwhelming sensation. Jan could feel her juices squirting around her fingers, onto her chin.
She would lick them up in a moment.
After several moments, Miranda’s bucking diminished; she dropped back down onto her forearms, gasping still from the intensity of Jan’s stimulation.
For her part, Jan at last eased up on her mistress’s battered nether regions. She withdrew her fingers first, and then shifted Miranda in her arms to gently support her hindquarters with both of her paws. Lastly she drew her tongue out from deep in her mistress’s ass with aching slowness and several moans from Miranda.
Once her tongue at last exited her anus, Jan began to tenderly lap up the juices from her moist pussy.
“Oh… Jan… my pet, my heart, my love.” Miranda found coherence again as Jan lapped up the last of her fluids before gently settling her back into the water and turning her around.
“Did puppy do good?” Jan smugly licked her chops as Miranda’s arms settled on her shoulders and drew her into a loving kiss.
Miranda said nothing for a minute, enjoying the taste of her own juices on her beloved pet’s lips as she wrestled with Jan’s wider tongue.
Finally she leaned back with a few last sucking pecks on those luscious lips.
“Oh yes, puppy did real good…” Her legs now wrapped around Jan’s waist, Miranda felt the gentle tickle of her tail as it wagged between her calves under the water.
“Mmmm, I’m glad mistress, but I think I’d better try it again, we still have over an hour and I wouldn’t want you to think that your slutty little wolf wasn’t doing her best.”
Miranda shuddered with a minor orgasm as Jan drew her tongue lewdly over her face and they pulled together in another passionate embrace.
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Nameless couldn’t remember the last time he was this embarrassed, except maybe the time that he got cornered on the playground by three older girls, who forced him to walk all the way back to the orphanage in his underwear and try to explain to Ophelia where the rest of his clothes went.
Once inside the bathhouse Miranda and Jan went into one of the private women’s baths while, due to her refusal to part with him, he had to take Milly into one of the co-ed, or ‘family’ sections.
Without preamble Milly had stripped down to nothing, carefully folding the shirt he had given her and setting it in the laundry with a smile on her face. As she wriggled out of her tight shorts, Nameless was at a loss. Already uncomfortable being shirtless, the thought of stripping further and being totally naked in front of her was terrifying.
He was more than a little worried about what was going to happen next.
“Hurry Master! That cut looks bad and I don’t want it to get infected!” Milly, now naked, was watching him expectantly, clueless of his discomfort.
“Um, c-could you turn around?” His voice cracked with nerves.
Milly looked confused, tilting her head to one side.
“Hmmm? Are you alright? Your face is really red…” She closed the gap and rested her cheek against his forehead to feel his temperature; if anything it got even hotter as he now had an unfettered view of her naked breasts.
“I’m fine! Now please, turn around!” He managed to squeak out.
Milly looked slightly hurt, but complied. Of course, now he had an unfettered view of her gorgeous backside. His eyes couldn’t help but trace over her milky white back, down to her perfect waist, then taking in her swishing tail draped between the two perfectly formed globes, milky white and marshmallow soft, perched atop equally creamy thighs that transitioned subtly into the black and white hide of her legs.
“Do you like what you see master?” Her back still to him, she bent over slightly to give him a better view.
“How did you…”
“I could feel you thinking about running your hands over me.” She breathed at him; “We’re bonded now remember, so I can feel what you feel. What you desire. And I approve… You can touch me anytime you want…”
Nameless tore his gaze off of her proffered buttocks and stared instead at the crystal in his palm.
As he examined the sky blue gem, warmth and something more flooded him; he felt a frantic desperation to please, to be held and caressed, to be bent over and taken, as well as a strange itching at his nipples that simply wouldn’t quit. He shook his head, beginning to question his sanity.
Ignoring her still bent over form with difficulty, he stripped down and wrapped a towel around his waist to preserve his modesty. Milly pouted when she saw it… though she could still see his bulge.
She licked her lips but then remembered his injuries and pushed her arousal down for now.
“I’m sorry Master, I’ve never felt like this before and I don’t know how to manage it yet… but please, let’s get in the bath and see to that cut.”
“Th-thank you Milly.” He noticed she still wore the rough leather collar, although she had removed the leash at some point; “Um, M-Milly. You don’t have to wear that anymore, if you don’t want to.”
Her eyes widened and she smiled, quickly removing the collar with a happy little moo before tossing it away.
The naked cow and towel clad man then headed into the showers to get the rest of the mud off before they got into the large stone tub sunk into the floor.
As he sank in to the water he winced, Milly had apologized before she scrubbed his chest raw under the pressure of the showerhead to clean out his wound. A few trickles of blood had run from it, the effect of Miranda’s poultice diminished by the water and the scrubbing.
“Here Master, this is what you need.”
He turned towards Milly who had sunk into the water beside him. She held one breast out towards his face, her erect pink nipple inches from his lips.
“M-Milly! What are you doing?!” He tried to push her back but found that there really wasn’t anywhere he could touch her that wasn’t naked flesh.
“I told you Master, I’m going to take care of you! Please trust me, I promise this will make you feel better.” She had gently gripped the back of his head, and over his protestations she pulled his face forwards until his closed lips were against her nipple.
He was in a near panic for several moments.
Eventually, realizing he couldn’t match her strength, he just locked down, lips tight against her flesh.
She gave a gentle low of encouragement at him and he felt her tongue licking the top of his head repeatedly.
“Please master, I can’t make the milk flow on my own, you have to draw it out of me, and we don’t have a glass or anything for you to use so please…just one little suckle?” Her fingers played with his hair while she ran her other hand down his back, rubbing him lovingly.
Everything about the situation had him bewildered; her tender ministrations, her pert nipple slowly slipping between his lips, even her moos of encouragement. Unable to speak, he relaxed a bit and accepted that he wasn’t going anywhere until she got her way.
Hesitantly, he drew his lips apart, her nipple popped into his mouth and he felt his teeth graze her flesh.
“Ah… please master! Be gentle… they are very sensitive.”
He breathed raggedly through his nose. He then widened his teeth to get them away from her tender skin and pressed his tongue forward, experimentally brushing against her nipple. To his surprise she tasted sweet, like cantaloupe but creamier somehow. He found himself wanting more, but was unsure how to get it.
Their eyes met and he froze again at the heat in her look.
“Shhh…. Master, it’s okay. You just need to give a little suck that’s all, the milk will flow for you I promise, you could also use your hands to massage it out but for now… please suck me Master…”
He groaned plaintively at her words then he built his nerve and gave a quick suck. Milly couldn’t help but giggle at his half-assed attempt.
“You need to do it a little harder than that Mast-Ahhh!”
At her words he gave a much harder pull, drawing his head as far back as her grip would allow to add to the suction, his lips made a strained squeaking against her flesh until…
Creamy warmth abruptly flooded his mouth.
The taste was sweet and extremely satisfying; he’d had milk before but never like this. This milk was rich and deep, the flavour of it swirled around inside his mouth and caused him to swallow involuntarily. As her milk filled his body he didn’t remember the last time he felt so utterly sated, he knew without a doubt that he could live off of her cream, forgoing all other food, without the slightest regret.
He was pulling on her nipple harder now, sucking as hard as he could and greedily swallowing everything that passed his lips. Both arms wrapped around her back as if to prevent her escape from his insatiable maw.
Milly sighed and closed her eyes, completely content to nurse her beloved master forever; she let out a deep and resonant low. The itch that had developed in her breasts when he took up her heartstone was finally being scratched, and the more he fed the more blissful she became, massaging his back and shoulders with one hand, the other still cupping his head against her breast as he repeatedly drew her nipple back and forth, back and forth. Each release of fluid from her breast brought her more pleasure.
The more he drank the more warmth spread through his body, the slight pain of minor scrapes from his dive in the mud vanished entirely with a gentle tickle. The pain on his chin transformed into an itch and then into nothing at all, and the gash in his chest was suffused with a blazing heat that somehow didn’t burn, the pain completely gone and replaced by such an intense prickling sensation that it almost made him dizzy.
More than that though, minor aches that he didn’t even realize he had; a slight crick in his neck, a dull pain in his hip, his sore arms from working all day, all of it faded away into that blissful warmth.
All the while he suckled, faintly noticing that at some point Milly had shifted his mouth onto her other breast. He drank his fill, and then more than his fill. Until at last he pulled away, Milly didn’t stop him this time. He tried to speak, but paused, tilting his chin down and shifting his head back to let out a satisfied burp. He felt… pleasantly sloshy. He idly wondered how much he had drank.
Milly giggled again and sweetly kissed him on his mostly healed chin.
“You’ll still have the scar, sorry about that.” She gently traced her fingers down his chest, tears flowing from her eyes.
“Are you alright?” Without thinking he placed his free hand on her cheek and wiped away her tears with his thumb.
“Better than alright Master… I’ve waited my whole life for someone I love to really drink from me. Thank you.”
“Um… you’re welcome, I guess. No wait… that’s not right, thank you! That was incredible I’ve never tasted anything so good, I could live off of that stuff forever.”
“Mmmmm, indeed you could Master, these are yours forever.”
She hefted her breasts back into his vision, and his hand fell away from her face as he saw the creamy residue dribbling from her nipples.
Suddenly he was intensely embarrassed.
What had they just done!? He had no idea what to do with his hands again, until he noticed that his towel had fallen off while he nursed from her. One fist still tightly gripping her heartstone, he thrust his other hand under the water to fetch the sopping fabric to shield his genitals from her licentious gaze, while Instinctively he turned around to remove his privates from her sight.
Milly’s warm laughter erupted into the bath house. And he felt her hands on him again, rubbing at his neck as her creamy tips pressed down on top of his shoulders.
“Master, can we have sex now? No one else is here, it’s just us. Please, I still need more of you.”
He nearly swooned as her touch became more intimate, one hand sliding over his chest while the other reached down and cupped his hand holding the towel to his penis. He felt her whole body press into his back; he felt her mound grinding against his side as she wrapped one leg around him, the velvety softness of her hide brushing against his thigh. Her breathing had turned into a heavy pant.
His turgid erection notwithstanding, he was scared shitless.
All he could think about was getting away from this situation; this had gone way too far and way too fast for the inexperienced boy. He struggled out of her grip, her protests unheard as he scrambled out of the bath and back into the changing room.
Milly let out a forlorn sob as she collapsed into the tub hugging herself tightly, wondering what she had done wrong.
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After his escape from the bath, Nameless found himself at loose ends. His clothes wouldn’t be ready for a while yet so he sought refuge in the steam room. He buried his face in his hands, replaying over and over in his head everything that had just happened.
I sucked on her nipples! I drank her MILK!
He felt his chest and his chin in bewilderment; his skin now felt like it had been days since the injury rather than barely more than an hour! There was a tightness to his chest from the scab but the pain was almost entirely gone, replaced by a dull itch.
He kept hearing her offer of sex, over and over, while replaying his reaction in his mind. He remembered Sophie and her friends, orphan girls he had grown up with. They had stripped him to his skivvies and said the cruelest things to him while poking at his penis through his underwear.
He wasn’t ready for sex! He wasn’t even ready for the kiss outside of the bath house! And above all else, he wasn’t ready to face Milly again.
Her disappointment and shame weighed heavily in his clenched fist.
He nearly jumped out of his towel when the door to the steam room opened and a ruffled looking Miranda stumbled in followed by a very smug looking Jan.
“Hey kid, that looks much better!” She nodded at his exposed chest.
“Yeah, now you’ll have a badass scar to show off to all the ladies! Trust me, chicks dig scars, they make us wet…” Jan teased.
To his discomfort, they settled in on either side of him as he tried to find a safe place to rest his eyes.
Both women were completely naked, their towels tossed over their shoulders and doing nothing to preserve their modesty.
“Ahhh… nothin’ like a long bath and a good steam to work the kinks out.”
“Yeah, cuz it was the bath that did that.” Jan snorted then leaned over Nameless and licked her mate from chin to forehead.
Nameless had to lean back to give her access, his face uncomfortably close to the action.
Miranda caught his reaction out of the corner of her eyes.
“Better get used to it kid, the licking I mean. Pack animals, or in your case, herd animals… it’s a social thing, and also a sign of affection. If Jan keeps her tongue to herself for too long I know something is off.”
She waited for his reaction, he was clearly upset. Fists balled in his lap, shoulders hunched, unable to meet her eyes for more than a second at a time, and he was more than a little uncomfortable with the nakedness around him.
Miranda was no fool, she recognized the signs.
A bonded man with intimacy issues? Great.
“Where’s Milly?” She brushed of Jan’s attentions, this was more important.
Jan looked between them then mumbled something about being too hot and exited the steam room, leaving them to talk.
Nameless didn’t respond and Miranda’s eyes narrowed to slits as she regarded him.
“You deaf, kid? Or just rude?”
“…In the bath… I think.” He mumbled.
“You think?!” Miranda was not one for subtlety. She grabbed him by one ear and twisted his head around to meet her stormy grey eyes. His own eyes rolled, his breathing turned into a frantic pant; “You better not think, you better damn well KNOW where your pet is, that’s your responsibility as her master!”
After a moment, she realized that the direct approach might not have been the best idea. He was hyperventilating now.
Bloody hell, he’s having a fucking panic attack!
“Right, head between your legs, breath in through your nose and out through your mouth. Deep breaths.” She held his head down, massaging his neck; her voice retained its authority but had turned soft.
This kid is made of cotton candy and lamb farts.
After several minutes he regained control of himself and was able to speak.
“S-sorry…”
“No kid, I’m sorry. You didn’t ask for any of this, but you stepped up when you didn’t have to and here I am treating you like an Aegis recruit.”
“S’kay, it’s okay… I deserved it, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I hurt Milly and I don’t know how to fix it.”
“Tell me everything that happened. Spare no detail; you’re strong enough, I think, to do that.”
After a moment, making sure that his breathing had calmed down; he sat up, closed his eyes and told her everything.
“Okay, again, my fault. When she said she was going to take care of you I figured she had some first aid training, I forgot about the healing properties of her milk. It’s unusual that she was able to produce it so soon though…”
He said nothing in response.
After a long silence Miranda tried a different approach.
“It’s clear that you have no experience with girls, hell other boys your age wouldn’t be able to take their eyes of my tits! You haven’t even looked at them once. Maybe you think that makes you a gentleman, but with her it makes you an idiot.” He looked at her in surprise, this time not turning away from her stony stare; “Here’s the thing kid, that asshole from before with the whip? He couldn’t hurt her, I mean emotionally, not really, at least, not for a long time. But with you, she is totally vulnerable.”
She fiddled with her naval for a second, and then brought up the amber coloured heartstone in her fingers. She nodded for him to take it. He did.
It was warm, he felt a stirring in his loins, a deep hunger for Miranda’s touch that he couldn’t account for, and he found himself looking forwards to that evening for some reason.
Miranda looked confused at his reaction for a second, then gave a bemused shake of her head and took the stone back, replacing it in her naval.
“That other shitwank? He merely carried a heartstone. You and I, we quiet literally own them, own the heart within them. Remember what I said about a Gigas being unable to break it? You could. With a few careless words you could ruin her. Just… consider the gravity of that for a moment.”
He swallowed, now staring at the tiny blue orb in his own hand, then after several moments, he nodded.
“What do I need to do?”
“Simple. Be honest with her. You’re not ready for sex? That’s fine; there are other ways of being intimate, but you need to make that clear to her, and the sooner the better.” She pointed at the door simply; “Go, your pet needs you tamer. Make sure she’s alright.”
He left without hesitation and she nodded to herself pensively.
I hope he’s able to step up, if I do have to separate them…
She shuddered at the ugly thought. Then tried to get back to being relaxed, one finger absently fiddling with Jan’s heart, frowning again at the sight of him holding it…