“Evie, what are—” I started, but was promptly interrupted when Eve shoved her nipple in my mouth.

  “Shhh, there’s my good boy. Go on and suckle now, let Mistress take care of you.” She said in the most soothing voice I’d ever heard, musical and motherly, like honey in my ears. Immediately I felt the tension leave my body as I melted into the couch and on her lap, and as though acting on instinct, I started suckling on her nipple.

  Eve smiled brilliantly, “Oh there’s my good boy, so strong and handsome.” She started stroking my hair gently, running her fingers in long strokes so her nails just barely teased my scalp, “You like Mistress’s nipple?”

  I could only nod as she soothed me with those honeyed words; this was a play I’d never delved into before, but it was wild how immediately comforting it was.

  “You want some of your Mistress’s milk?” Eve whispered, her words tickling me as though her tongue was in my ear.

  Before I could respond and ask if it was part of the play, I felt my mouth fill with a sweet liquid—Eve produced actual breastmilk! It was sweet and creamy, and while I never tasted actual breastmilk as an adult, Eve’s milk was the most delicious thing I think I’ve ever tasted—like a smooth vanilla cream. The sweet scent filled my senses, and I could already feel my mind being dulled—Eve was definitely drugging me with her milk.

  I pulled back from her nipple even though I really didn’t want to, “Eve, what is—”

  Eve shushed me again and put her nipple back in my mouth, and I could taste the breastmilk flow once more, “It’s okay Adam, just trust me, okay? Trust your Mistress to take care of you, I promise everything will be fine.” She said calmly.

  From there any doubts or reservations I might’ve had drained away immediately. Who cares if Eve was drugging me, it was just to help soothe me—better than getting drunk to drown my sorrows I would imagine. The breastmilk was addictive and sweet, filling my head with a heavy dulling sensation; rather than enhance my thinking, the breastmilk seemed to be slowing it all down, preventing me from holding onto any negative thoughts—preventing me from holding onto any thoughts really. All that mattered now was Eve, that she was taking care of me, that I had a wonderful view of her perfect breasts, that I had her amazing nipple in my mouth, and that I was drinking her delicious breast milk.

  Eve continued to stroke my hair as my mind continued to dull, “Good boy, that’s my good boy. Are you Mistress’s good boy?”

  I just nodded against her breasts, keeping her nipple firm in my mouth as I suckled and drank, and Eve trilled her beautiful giggle in response, “Oh what a good boy you are. Mistress loves her good boy. I love you Adam, I love you.”

  I reached up to hold onto Eve’s breast now, bracing against her as I suckled. As my mind clouded over, it seemed like my senses all focused in on Eve’s breast while everything around me fell away; my peripheral vision darkened as my view of Eve’s breast held all my attention. While I drank, I felt us shift around a little, and before I could even realize what’d happened, we were both suddenly naked.

  Not that it mattered at all; I was content to stay there on Eve’s big lap and suckle forever.

  Wait a second, big lap? While suckling I looked around and saw Eve had increased her size to more than double now, cradling me in her arms on her lap as I suckled at a breast that had doubled in size.

  Well, it seemed Eve really wanted to go all into this kind of play, and next to her giant form I seemed like the size of a child in comparison.

  “That’s my good boy, just relax and drink, let me take care of you, my sweet baby.” Eve cooed, trailing her free hand around my ear while the other held me against her, holding me to her breast.

  Eve trailed her hand down across my face, her pointed black nails just barely dancing along my skin, leaving the ghost of her warmth behind. Her nails continued down to my chin and then my neck, then wrapped up again and into my hair and through my scalp.

  “Such a handsome boy, such smooth skin. You’re doing so good now Adam, keep drinking Mistress’s milk; just focus on feeling good now.” Eve whispered tantalizingly.

  In the far reaches of my mind I felt I should find all this ridiculous—a giant Eve babying me this way, calling herself Mistress, yet I couldn’t break past how wonderful it felt. I didn’t care how ridiculous we might look, how bizarre and kinky this all was, I was overwhelmed by a motherly warmth I didn’t even know Eve possessed, and I was consumed by the safety she provided me.

  “That’s it, that’s my good baby; just relax and give into me, let all your worries drift away.” Eve continued soothingly.

  Eve trailed her nails down along my chin again, reaching down to my chest. With her hand so big now she could basically palm my entire chest, with her fingers as long as my entire hand. She trailed those nails and along my skin, around my chest and my nipples that seemed so small in comparison even though I hadn’t changed size. When her nails trailed across my nipple it tickled quite a bit, and I couldn’t help but let out a boyish giggle with my milk-addled mind.

  Eve smiled brilliantly, “Oh, did that feel good?” I nodded, and she tickled me again, trailing her fingernails across my nipples, “Mistress wants her little boy to feel good.” She said, her gently dominating voice growing a little more sultry.

  Eve’s hand continued to trail downward past my stomach, down to the bottom of my torso, with her fingers dancing just out of reach of my crotch.

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  “Do you want Mistress to make you feel good?” She asked in a seductive whisper.

  My mind was so dulled I could barely comprehend what she was asking, but I would’ve agreed to just about anything at that point. I nodded against her breast, still keeping my mouth locked onto her nipple as I drank her delicious nectar.

  “Good boy.” She said, then her fingertips just barely brushed against the base of my cock. Without me realizing, I’d become incredibly hard; my entire crotch felt warm and wonderful, like I was about to float away at any point if the pleasure continued.

  Eve traced her fingertip along my length, down the underside, around the head, then up on the top. She then took her thumb and traced it along the opposite side down at the base, meeting her fingers together at the head of my cock. She continued that motion over and over, slower every time, teasing and tantalizing, making my crotch burn with pleasure.

  “Good boy, that’s my good boy; such a wonderful, big cock for me. Mistress loves your cock Adam, I can’t get enough of it. Mistress is going to continue to tease it, okay? Keep drinking my milk while I play with your cock.” Eve said, her voice dancing between the tone of a mother and a succubus.

  I could only nod into her breast again, my mind totally focused on the task of drinking as much milk as possible. I had no idea how much I’d already drank, probably less than I thought, but I didn’t care, I just wanted more.

  Eve continued trailing her fingers and thumb in that gentle upward gesture, then she trailed her nails just barely against my skin, then she just trailed the tip of her index finger all over my length, swirling around the sides, then down to the base and even my balls. She continued teasing me slowly with that one finger, just enough to keep me on edge, to drown me in pleasure without any forceful stimulation.

  “Mistress can make you feel even better, you know?” She said slyly, looking down at me from above her massive breasts, her eye blazing with lust, but also weirdly possessive and protective. I just nodded, unable to even speak or separate from her nipple now.

  Eve shook her head, “No baby, I want to hear you say it. Say ‘make me feel good Mistress’.” She ordered me gently.

  I felt like I should be embarrassed, felt like that was a line I shouldn’t cross, but my brain was totally mush at that point, and the most difficult part of the command was getting my mouth away from Eve’s nipple.

  Eve trailed her hand along my length once more, agonizingly slow, “Come on, say it baby; tell Mistress you want her to make you feel good.” She insisted, her voice firm but completely gentle.

  Finally, I was able to separate myself from Eve’s nipple, and I was surprised to find I was totally out of breath. I took a few moments to breathe and collect myself, all the while Eve watched me with a wildly amused expression.

  “Make me feel good, Mistress.” I said in a small, desperate voice.

  Eve smiled brilliantly and she trilled with pure joy, squeezing me in a quick embrace, pulling me fully into her breasts, “Of course baby, Mistress is going to make you feel wonderful.” She said, her voice trilling jubilation. She centered me back on her lap and put my face against her nipple and waited for me to latch again, and once I did and was drinking her milk once more, I could see her hair tentacles rise up around her.

  Eve trailed her tentacles along my skin, my chest and my stomach, wrapping them around me, holding me close on her lap. But one tentacle broke away, winding down to my crotch. I looked to see the tentacle open up at the end almost like a flower—like a three-sided mouth, red inside and dripping strange clear juices onto me. She lowered the tentacle onto my hard cock and swallowed it completely.

  Instantly I bucked my hips up into the tentacle-hole, trying to hump it desperately to reach release as my entire crotch was filled with an electric pleasure that ran up my spine and tickled my brain. But Eve shushed me and set me back down, “No no, be a good boy and let Mistress take care of everything.” She said sweetly, binding me in place with the rest of her tentacles.

  I could feel the tentacle on my dick pulsate as though trying to milk me. It was like some strange mix of a vagina and a mouth, and I could feel dozens of little feelers or fingers massaging me all over. The tentacle pumped on me a little, then squeezed me, then seemed almost like it was trying to swallow me, then it completely relaxed and started the cycle over again—all while those little feelers massaged me.

  “Does it feel good? Do you like Mistress’s tentacle-pussy?” Eve asked calmly.

  I nodded vigorously against her breast, and Eve trilled out another musical giggle.

  “You know it feels good for me too? Having your big cock inside me always feels good, no matter what hole it’s in.” She opened her mouth and hooked a finger against her cheek to widen it even more, letting her tongue loll out, “Even when you fuck my mouth, I love that too; that’s why I’m always so eager to suck you off. Everything you do, every way you touch me feels good.” She said, then released her mouth and smiled at me, “So let me return the favor and make you feel good too, alright? Let me make you cum so I can drink it all up with my tentacle-pussy.”

  I continued to drink while Eve continued to work her tenacle on my cock; my mind was completely dull now to the point I couldn’t even string two words together, all I could focus on was the pleasure and the milk. I was completely at Eve’s mercy then, but I felt totally safe with her—nearly overwhelmed by her love. I couldn’t process everything I was feeling, but while it was obviously sexual, it was also romantic, and protective, and motherly, and a thousand other things that were both wonderful and weird. But that was who we were; the human dating the Predazoan, what a weird union.

  I could feel my climax rising now, and despite trying to buck my hips to release, Eve still held me tight.

  “Are you going to cum? Go ahead, cum for me; let your Mistress drink your delicious seed.” She encouraged me, soothing and seductive all together.

  The tentacle continued to pulse on me, squeezing and milking me even harder now. It was still always gentle and smooth, but I could feel its eagerness. It continued to suck and pump, then suddenly it just stopped, then so slowly it squeezed me tighter than ever before, grinding me along all its internal folds, and with that I finally achieved my release, cumming deep into Eve’s tentacle-pussy.

  “Oh good boy! That’s it, let it all out for your Mistress. I love you so much, such a good boy. Go on, keep cumming.” Eve encouraged me, her tentacle speeding up its pumping to milk me through the climax.

  I released Eve’s nipple as I couldn’t help but moan through the pleasure, sounding like an absolute mess as she continued to work my cock, offering me all kinds of praise and affirmations all the while.

  “That’s wonderful baby, so good, such a big cock, such a big load, oh it all feels wonderful for your Mistress, so delicious too.” She cooed, slowing down her strokes as I rode out the end of my climax.

  Eve had brought me to orgasm many times during our relationship, and it was always wild how it seemed to affect my whole body—down to my toes, riding up my spine and into my brain; the waves of pleasure Eve gave me were beyond anything humans would experience with normal sex, and sometimes it was nearly overwhelming. More than a few times I almost drowned in the pleasure, nearly lost myself in Eve. And now as the power of that pleasure crashed all around me, drugged with Eve’s breastmilk, it was all a little too much for me to handle.

  Riding through the waves of my orgasm, I passed out there on the couch on Eve’s giant lap.