Chapter 9:
Implied Consent
Nameless was in pain.
He tried to hide his discomfort from Milly but she could tell something was wrong. They had barely left Paul’s farm when she stopped, placed the handle of the cart on the ground and stepped over it towards her bond-mate.
“Master, are you alright? In all the excitement I didn’t check your stomach.”
“I-I’m fine Milly.”
He wanted to be strong for her, but Clint’s blow to the gut left his abdominal muscles really tender and the Amazon brandy may have helped with the nerves but it also set a fire in his belly.
She frowned at him.
“Show me? Please Master.”
He got a strange sense of calm from her, and he knew that it would be more upsetting for her if he didn’t show her.
This sixth sense he’d developed was getting out of hand.
With a slight huff he lifted his shirt. Milly frowned as she got a look at the red and purple bruise on one side of his stomach. She looked around, and seeing nobody in the immediate vicinity she promptly took off her shirt.
“M-Milly! What are you doing?!”
“My job, Master. You take care of me, and now it’s time for me to take care of you. My milk works best if it’s fresh, what you drank earlier no doubt already helped, but you need more.” Her voice was firm as she reached out to him while she gripped her right breast with her left hand, offering him her succulent nipple.
She didn’t force him like she had in the bathhouse, this time she just looked at him expectantly while he stared straight at her exposed breasts. Unconsciously, he licked his lips. Her milk was delicious, and it had been a few hours since he had drank his fill.
He wanted more.
Seeing the look of hunger on his face, Milly encouraged him with a soft smile.
“It’s alright Master, just like before, just give a quick suck and you’ll feel better. It’s just so that you can feel better, it’s an emergency.”
Nameless closed his eyes so that he could think: His stomach hurt, but it wasn’t unbearable, even the fire in his belly from the liquor was subsiding, gradually. If he drank directly from Milly again, he wouldn’t be able to hide behind an injury this time.
He knew she just wanted to help, she always wanted to help. But if he did this it was because he wanted to, because he chose to and not because he needed to.
He gave a slight nod of his head as his thoughts became clear to himself.
Mistaking his nod as permission, Milly put her hand behind his head to bring him to her breast.
“No Milly, not this time.”
She was startled as he opened his eyes and shook his head firmly.
“But, Master! Please, you’re hurt!” Her voice was distressed.
“I am, but I’ll live.”
“M-Master, please let me take care of you!” She all but whimpered at him, but he shook his head firmly.
“Not like this Milly, not with you thinking I’m doing it for the wrong reasons.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I’m not hurt bad enough to need to drink your milk-” Her eyes welled as she mistook his meaning until he finished his thought; “So you’ll know that when I do it’s because I want to drink your milk.”
He took her by surprise when he grabbed her breasts firmly, one hand on each and leaned forward and took one pert nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. He had milked her that morning, but that was a few hours ago and she wasn’t even empty then, so she had plenty to give him.
She lowed deeply as she ran her fingers through his hair, clutching him tightly to her as she felt a tear trickle down her cheek at her master’s acceptance.
All too soon he had drank his fill but he wasn’t done with her mounds; he had drank from both of her tips, and then without hesitating he licked her clean, even going so far as to squat down and lick from the bottom of one breast all the way back to her nipple as one droplet escaped his tongue.
Her knees trembled slightly, as he openly groped her in the middle of the road, kneading her flesh and no longer denying that he was doing it because he liked it. When he was finished, the fire in his belly and the dull ache in his abs were both gone.
And Milly was a near puddle from the intense mauling he had delivered to her chest.
Unable to help herself she stooped down, leaned his head back and thrust her tongue into his mouth. She tasted her own milk on his lips and it was sweet. After several moments of kissing his lips and wrestling her tongue over his, he began to kiss her back, much to her delight.
Awkward and unsure of himself, his tongue never dared leave the safety of his own mouth to venture into hers.
It hardly needed to; her own tongue had moved in and showed no sign of leaving anytime soon.
Then he did something incredible, he wrapped his lips around her tongue and sucked on it as hard as he could. She mooed her pleasure into his mouth at the sensation, thrusting her muscle in and out of his sucking maw. After a few seconds of this, she tried to coax his tongue into her mouth to return the favour as her hands both found his cute butt and gave it the squeeze she’d been dying to give it, but sadly he had returned to earth and pulled away from their intense embrace, blushing furiously.
“Milly, um… we have to get into town and get the lawkeeper.”
“But! Master!”
She had felt his hardness against her thigh when she held him, but he still shook his head gently at her protests.
“Milly, thank you for taking care of me but we have a lot of things we still need to do today.”
“But I…”
“Here.” He handed her shirt back to her from the cart.
She wobbled on her feet; the need deep in her belly to take her master right on the side of the road waged desperate war with the need to please him.
Ultimately, the fires of her passion were quenched with an undignified huff from her as she pulled her shirt over her head.
“Don’t be like that Milly, please.”
“Master… I… you kissed me back! And so I thought…” Her voice trailed off as frustrated tears spilled down her cheeks.
“Milly, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking and I let things get carried away.” He was distressed at her tears.
I’m such an idiot. Why did I do that? Why do I always make her cry?
Abruptly she picked up the handle to the cart and started marching towards town, clearly still upset but not willing to talk about it.
Glumly he trailed her, hoping her mood didn’t last long, and finding that he was right to hope.
On the outskirts of town she stopped, allowing him to walk up beside her.
“I’m sorry Master, I allowed myself to think that you were ready when you weren’t, I should’ve been more patient with you.” She didn’t look at him as she said any of this, her red face fixated on the dirt at her feet.
“Milly, stop that!” She still didn’t look up; “Do you think that I’m like that guy Clint?”
Her head snapped up as her jaw dropped.
“What?! No! Of course not!” She shouted, wanting him to stop saying such things.
“Then you need to stop apologizing for things that are clearly my fault!” His voice matched hers in volume.
A few people stopped to listen to the apparent lovers tiff, but unfortunately for them these lovers were much too self-conscious and quickly lowered their voices.
“But Master, I-”
“No Milly, you have been so patient with me, and I just keep letting you down, and then you apologize for it and it makes me feel awful.”
“But you haven’t let me down!”
“I just did not five minutes ago remember?”
“But that was, I mean, that’s not what-”
Their conversation, as important as it was to them, was cut short when a familiar portly individual approached them hurriedly. The lawkeeper had seen better days, he had a slightly bloody bandage over his head, and his face was red from his shuffling run.
“You! Uh… Cow-Thing! And you, Orphan-Guy! Um… what’s your name again?”
“Nameless, sir.”
The man looked at him for a moment then asked, genuinely curious rather than irritated;
“Are you trying to be a smart-ass?” Nameless sighed and the man continued, getting over his curiosity quickly; “Anyways, that man, the one with the whip. Have you seen him? He escaped custody last night and-”
“I threw him off a bridge when he attacked my master.” Milly said simply, her voice subdued.
“You… you did?” The shocked expression on the portly man’s face gave way to an evil smile unlike any he’d ever had; “That’s brilliant! The man hit me over the head with a bedpan. A bedpan! So… er… where is he? He’s not… he’s not dead is he?” He sounded somewhat hopeful at the last statement.
Nameless explained the situation to him, glossing over the excessive force that Milly had brought to bear on the man and soon the lawkeeper trundled off to re-capture his suspect.
An awkward silence settled on the two until Nameless couldn’t take it anymore and took Milly by the hand in an effort to regain their earlier enthusiasm.
“Come on Milly, let’s get the ice and everything else we need so we can go home and put this day behind us!”
Milly was skeptical at first, but seemed to agree with his approach.
“Okay Master, let’s do that!”
There first stop was Nameless’s dingy basement apartment, he had paid the rent up to the end of the month but wanted to square things with his landlord. It was an odd conversation, the man was overly enthusiastic about seeing him go; evidently he was worried that Milly was going to wreck the place somehow.
They had managed to get all of his belongings into the cart with room to spare; he was a penniless orphan so he didn’t have much.
They decided to pop in and visit Mistress Ophelia before they went to the market, Nameless was concerned about her. When they arrived though, the place looked deserted except for a man who was taking measurements in the yard.
Curious, Nameless approached him.
“Excuse me, but who are you and where is Mistress Ophelia?”
The man jumped slightly, he looked almost guilty for a second, before he composed himself.
“The lady with the wings? Yeah she took the kids off somewhere, they’re leaving today so she wanted to get them some sweets or something.”
Nameless frowned; he hadn’t answered his first question and didn’t seem overly inclined to.
Something about the man set him on edge.
“And you are?”
“Ha! My manners! Thaddeus Kirk, at your service!” He extended a hand which Nameless took with great reluctance.
He was a greasy looking fellow, his hair slicked back and wearing a tacky looking black jacket, greatly at odds with the rural setting of Kettering.
“Well, Mr. Kirk, what exactly are you doing here?”
“Oh! Why, I’m the new owner of this property you see, or at least I will be at the end of the week!” He leaned in conspiratorially to the young man, placing one arm over his shoulders to bring him in close; “When you’re older, you might just have cause to visit the establishment that I’m putting together here…”
His breath stank. Nameless couldn’t think of a single individual he had ever met who was more off-putting. The man oozed sleaziness and he was more than a bit concerned about the arrangement he had made with Ophelia. He was an inexperienced man but he doubted that she got a fair price for the orphanage.
He broke away from him abruptly.
“Thank you Mister Kirk but I doubt that very much, this was my home and I would prefer my memories of it remain intact.”
“Oh kid, don’t be like that now, you seem a poor fellow and I am a man of means, why! I would be happy to take your Minotaur of your hands at a fair market price so that you could buy yourself some clothes that actually fit!”
The thin veneer of his civility had slipped away and Thaddeus smirked at him condescendingly, openly ogling Milly’s firm breasts… right up until she placed herself between him and her master with a huff of annoyance.
“Already today someone tried to steal me from my master. I’m not in the mood for a second attempt.”
She had her arms crossed over her magnificent chest, blocking his view; the oily man’s gaze was fixed on her face now, however.
“Ah! My apologies sweetheart! I didn’t know that you were bonded!” His greasy civility was back in spades, and the greed on his face was readily apparent; “You no doubt produce milk for your master I would guess?” He shifted to one side to bring Nameless into view again, but Milly moved right with him.
Neither of them answered.
“Oh but now you and I just must be friends kiddo! I could do you a great service, you probably know that her milk has some value to it and I would be happy to purchase it from you, at a fair market price of course.”
Nameless got the impression the man used those words a lot.
“No thank you, we already have someone taking care of that for us.”
“But who? No doubt some ignorant local who has the best of intentions but doesn’t know how to get the best value out of the product.”
Milly answered him before Nameless could, and there was something uncharacteristically devious in her tone.
“Yes, his name is Paul Fletcher, if you want to speak with him about my milk then by my guest.”
The man all but oozed gratitude.
“Thank you sweetheart, I can tell that this is going to be a wonderful, not to mention profitable, relationship.”
At that they said their goodbyes, glad to be away from the unpleasant man.
Once out of earshot Nameless turned to Milly.
“Why did you tell him about Paul? I really don’t trust that guy.”
“Neither do I Master, and neither will Paul, and I would bet our bond that Paul Fletcher will know how best to deal with a man like him!”
Nameless took a moment to picture the world-wise farmer and Thaddeus in a room together, and in his mind it never ended well for the oily man. He chuckled a bit at that, but then grew pensive as his thoughts drifted to Ophelia again.
“I guess it’s true then, she really did sell the orphanage.”
“I’m sorry Master; I know how much this place meant to you…” She drifted off as she saw him shaking his head.
“It’s not the place, it’s her. This was just a building, but when I was growing up, I never felt safer then when she held me in her arms. I’ve missed her for the last couple years but I stayed away, I didn’t want to be a burden, and she was always so busy with the kids… but now that she’s leaving-” His voice cut off at the thought, a lump in his throat.
“I doubt she ever saw you as a burden, she cares for you. I know she does.”
“You’re right Milly, you’re always right. Come on! Let’s get what we need and maybe we’ll see her in the market.”
Milly nodded, she quite liked the kindly and elegant Flutterby and hoped to see more of her.
Soon they had acquired everything they needed to make the cottage livable for a time, though they would have to make another trip in a few days as their cart was now more than full. They saw no sign of Ophelia in town and the afternoon had given way to early evening so they set out for Paul’s farm.
On the road they passed a very smug lawkeeper who was breathing heavily as he awkwardly pushed a wheelbarrow full of broken criminal back into town.
Clint looked very much worse than the couple remembered, and as soon as he caught sight of Milly, with not one but two black eyes, he started whimpering and begging her not to wear him as a hat.
For her part Milly was more confused than angry at seeing him again.
“I don’t remember doing that to his face…”
“Um… Milly I think maybe Paul had a hand, or rather a fist, in that.”
“Oh… good.”
He went quiet after that; the sight of the man unnerved him somewhat. He had been hurt by him twice now and couldn’t help the shiver of fear that even his broken visage brought out it him.
Wordlessly, Milly placed the cart down and embraced him, licking his head several times to comfort him.
Like the hugs, he was getting used to the licking, much to his surprise.
“Milly, I’m fine, really. Let’s get back to our new home, and get settled in.”
“Okay Master, but if you need to fondle my breasts again just let me know.” She said this cheekily and loudly enough for several nearby folk to hear.
His ears reddened as he garnered more than a few scandalized glances and speculative looks.
That old lady just WINKED at me!
Bemused, he and Milly made the journey out to Paul’s farm, the Farmer wasn’t at the homestead when the returned so they opted to head straight to the cottage.
Once they got there they found that Paul had brought them several sundries that they hadn’t thought of; extra blankets, soap and towels and the like for the spacious bathroom. They were both touched at his thoughtfulness and grateful to know the kindly old man.
Milly pulled all of the bedding back into the bedroom, much fresher smelling now from its time in the sun, while Nameless sorted out the ice box and brought out the pails in preparation for the nightly milking.
Once she saw his intentions she wordlessly removed her shirt, he surprised her though when he refused the ladle.
“Milly, I know I said we got carried away earlier, but I also meant what I said about wanting your milk. From now on, if you’ll let me, I’ll always drink straight from you, though we should probably do that after we’ve filled the pails...”
She gave an emotional low of gratitude and her smile was glorious.
“Thank you Master!”
Several minutes later, with two fresh pails stored in the full icebox, Milly was lying back on the recliner with him on her lap, suckling insistently at her nipples as she intimately cooed and mooed at him, when he finished he once again licked and massaged her tender breasts, his arousal evident through his trousers.
Milly kept herself from pulling him into another kiss.
Barely.
After he finished, they each took a shower and prepared for bed. Milly didn’t bother putting her shirt back on, before or after her shower, and he didn’t ask her to, greatly enjoying the sight of her swaying breasts in the darkened cottage.
This is her home now, and I want her to be comfortable here.
At last they went to bed, seeing Milly’s longing gaze, Nameless didn’t sleep on the floor or out in the living room; the bed was more than big enough for the two of them. Wearing nothing but his ratty pajama pants, and Milly wearing nothing at all, they were underneath the covers.
She pulled him into her arms, his back pressing into her yielding breasts, and licked at the back of his head, grooming him absently.
“Milly, on the road before… I’m really sorry.”
“Master, I know. And I’m sorry too. I’m trying to be patient but…”
“Would it be easier if I did sleep in the other room?”
He felt her clutch him tighter, her soft mounds warming him more than the blankets ever could.
“Please stay Master. I want to be near you as much as you’ll let me.” Her voice was a whisper.
“Okay.”
“Master?”
“Yeah?”
There was a pause as Milly gathered her courage.
“I don’t want to embarrass you, but I know that you are… well… that your thing is…” Her voice faltered and he felt her skin heat against his.
“Milly what’s wrong?”
“Master, if you won’t let me take care of you… please at least take care of yourself.”
“Milly what do you… oh! Oh… no that’s okay, I’m fine!” his skin soon matched hers, his blush deep.
“It’s okay, I can go into the front room, or for a walk…” her voice dropped, sultry now; “Or I could just close my eyes, lie back and you could look at me while you…”
“No thank you Milly!” He squeaked out.
“Master, I don’t want you to get backed up at all.”
“I-I’m not backed up I’m just really tired, a lot of things happened today so I would like to sleep now please!” His voice was desperate, Milly might not have any of her flesh pressed against his hard-on but she could certainly sense his arousal through her heartstone.
She sighed in exasperation.
“Master, your thingy… it’s hard right now right? It’s okay, you can touch it. I won’t do anything but hold you like this.” He felt her nipples harden against his back as she spooned him tighter, her breath hot in his ear.
“Milly, please…”
She could feel his arousal, but it was tinged heavily with fear now and suddenly she felt guilty.
“Master… I’m sorry. I guess it was me that got carried away this time.”
“I-It’s okay M-Milly.” He was cooling off, very slowly, as the potential of the sexually charged moment drifted away.
“Can I ask you something master?”
“Of course Milly.”
“Do you… do you find me attractive… in that way?” Her voice was vulnerable.
“Milly! Of course I do, you’re beautiful!”
“It’s just, a lot of people don’t like monster girls, they don’t like all the ways we differ from human women.”
“Well, a lot of people are stupid! Milly, my th-thingy has been hard for the last few days all because of you.”
Nameless was suddenly mortified; he couldn’t believe he just said that. But she sounded so sad and he wanted to reassure her.
He succeeded.
“Really Master?! You got hard because of me?” She was thrilled; she couldn’t help but wiggle her naked groin against his butt.
“Y-yeah, but Milly… I’m not-“
“Not ready! And I am fine with that master!” She sounded so happy now; “Just promise me one thing?”
He swallowed, afraid of what she would ask but not wanting to upset her again.
“A-anything.”
“When you are ready, for anything, don’t hold back okay? Like, if you’re hard and you want to… you know… with yourself. I’ll do anything to help-”
“Milly please!” He was painfully hard again, afraid that if she kept talking he would make a mess in their fresh sheets.
“Oh!” She giggled suddenly, shaking them both before she hugged him yet tighter; “Sorry Master, it’s... well I guess it’s a fantasy of mine, but I can wait, um, that is if you promise?”
Nameless was in a tight spot, literally she was holding him so tight it was starting to get uncomfortable, but he had just said that he would promise her anything…
“O-okay, Milly.”
“Okay… what, Master?”
“I promise.” He managed.
But Milly wasn’t satisfied.
“You promise… what?” Her tone was light, yet smoldering; openly teasing, and somehow still serious.
Nameless knew she wouldn’t let it drop unless he said the words.
“I-I promise to… I promise the next time I… with myself… I’ll let you help.”
He suddenly felt her tongue amorously licking his head again, running all through his hair and making a mess of it until she was satisfied.
“Thank you Master!” Suddenly she yawned; “You’re right, it was a long day! I’m going to go to sleep now. Goodnight!” She closed her eyes and was out within a few minutes.
Nameless didn’t get to sleep for hours.