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Milk Factory 38
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Asterios, meanwhile, stares at the spot where Jeremy had fled and snorts lightly in amusement. Few people had been this interesting lately, but Jeremy Rogers always managed to defy expectations.
Asterios loves to hunt, so this cute flirtation is more than welcome. Let's just think of it as a little post-meal exercise, he thinks, having just fed the human a big feast.
"......"
With a snap of his fingers, four out of five of Asterios transform into a large, black jackal and leap forward in an instant. Actually, with a little concentration, finding the fleeing human isn't too difficult; if he's conscious and mentally active, the hunt will be even easier.
But to be fair, it can't hurt to use only his sense of sight and smell, so Asterios can enjoy the hunt a little more leisurely.
The Jackal leaves Jeremy's house at a lazy pace. Information from around the island flows through his scattered alter egos, but there is no sign of the human.
He must be well hidden. Let's see if he can stay out after dark.
The human will eventually rub his beautiful, plump body against Asterios' and ask to be milked. It's so adorable how the human clings to him even when he's being a jerk, so Asterios takes his little tantrums in stride... Now it's time to punish the cute human. His violent behavior - throwing a vase at him - must be corrected.
Asterios smiles, amused at the thought. Until he suddenly lifts his head and looks off into the distance. The jackal has tried to ignore Jeremy's consciousness and thoughts, but a single, clear image pierces his mind like an unfamiliar scent drifting in on the wind. The little human is frightened, desperately hoping for something, searching for someone...
A blond, brutish human.
Asterios' slowing pace finally comes to a complete stop. Max. He is the man Jeremy thought of when they made love last night. From time to time, Jeremy Rogers would take a moment to mourn the memory of something that didn't exist.
Ah, this one's a little hard to forgive.
The thought of that disturbing blonde human is distracting, ruining Asterios' mood for what should be a fun hunt. If he could, he would rip that memory right out of Jeremy's little head.
How dare he.
The human did not even bother to thank Asterios for saving his life. Instead, he cursed him to death and ran away.
With a small sigh, the Jackal claps his hands, causing his scattered alter egos to gather around him. The space around him crackles and transforms, and a split second later he is standing outside the shop where Jeremy is hiding.
"Jeremy. Come out."
"......!"
Jeremy jumps. It's the Jackal. He's finally here. His voice snarls, sounds angry. So Jeremy loads his gun and crouches under the counter, holding his breath.
He's here.
'Should I hold my breath? Do I really have to, and what if it doesn't work?'
"You're still noisy. You need to do something with your noisy head before you can get away from me."
Snap!
The sound of fingers snapping together echoes strangely loud in the silence. Jeremy jerks forward from his hiding place. The ground shakes! Jeremy panics. He thinks his face is about to hit the hard floor, but instead, something fluffy brushes gently against his cheek.
"Ugh...!"
His head falls to the bed.
The jackal flicks his hand again, and the gun in the middle-aged man's hand instantly shatters into pieces.
"So, did you enjoy your little outing? You seem to be quite fond of hunting, which is something I share, by the way."
"No, no, no, please leave me alone!"
Jeremy jumps and retreats. His voice sounds frightened. The fluffy blankets and sheets scrape against his hips and palms. He's home. Jeremy is home. Oh, what a useless effort it was to run away.
"Who's that assh0le you keep thinking about?"
"A-ah, it's none of your business... I told you not to pry..."
"Jeremy, every relationship you've ever known doesn't exist, it's just an illusion. Why are you so caught up in such vain things?"
"Shut the fvck up...! Who do you think you are...! You act like you know everything about me..."
Jeremy's temper flares when he is denied his memories of Max. No matter how much he fears the monster, he can't stand the thought of being denied his dear lover.
Terrified, the middle-aged man clenches his shaking hands into fists. He hesitates. He hesitates until the jackal's snout comes closer and closer to his face. Jeremy is about to lean in and throw a punch at the damned snout, but then a hand reaches out from behind and grabs his wrist.
"Huh, aah...!"
It's the Jackal, of course. But, oh God, it's not just from behind. There's another in front of him, and another to the side. Grabbing Jeremy's limbs, the jackals' alter egos forcefully pull his legs apart so that the tattered apron barely covers the middle-aged man's penis.
"No! Stop! I don't want it! Go away!"
"No way. You're going to need me in the end, Jeremy, and not for nothing. No matter what time of day or night it is."
The jackal's growl sounds awful. Ignoring the desperate human, he cupped Jeremy's bulging chest with his large, jet-black hand.
"And in the end, you'll find that all you have left is me."
'Because I'm going to make it so.'
"Bullshit, heukgh, I told you I don't need you...!"
"You'll still be looking for me at night anyway."
Asterios mumbles as he leans over Jeremy's body. Man, this human is a master at stroking his ego. It bothers him that the little shit only seeks him out when his libido gets the better of him while he is constantly thinking about another man.
So if this little human only needs Asterios' touch when he's in heat, why not make him in heat now?
Asterios will make the foolish man understand. That he's the only one who can satisfy this lustful body that's always in heat.
"You'd better be quiet."
The monster's yellow eyes narrow. He can do what he did yesterday, but given his continued inability to understand Jeremy's words, he decides to take a different approach today.
Let's take it easy until the little human realizes who's the boss.
Determined to be a little persistent in his punishment, the jackal snorts. The human's body reeks of milk, a faintly sweet scent that must have been mixed with his sweat as he fled. It causes him to press his muzzle against the sharply defined collarbone. The jackal inhales deeply, pressing his damp nose against the human's flesh, savoring the scent. He reaches out and strokes Jeremy's cheek, feeling the heat.
"Mmnngh... no, unggh..."
Jeremy turns his head away from the jackal's touch, not sure if there is any point in resisting since he is already trapped. Besides, he can't resist the slimy fingers that brush across his cheek. It feels like a snake's tongue sliding down his neck.
Jeremy can't rebel. No matter how humiliating and degrading it is, in the end, life comes first. On the battlefield, he performed unsanitary and disgusting tasks; in the factory, he crawled naked on the floor and bowed to the monster. Realizing that it is impossible to run away, the middle-aged man stops struggling and shuts up.
'...You're wrong, I'll just close my eyes and take it.'
Jeremy wonders if the monster bastard even knows what s*xual pleasure is; he doesn't even know anything about humans, yet he still wants to explore Jeremy's body from time to time.
The jackal teasingly runs a long finger over Jeremy's plump tits. A well-developed chest, glistening with sweat and milk. In fact, Jeremy's breasts are so massive that they bulge even when he lies down. Asterios finds it unusual that they don't flatten out and remain quite round and jiggly, but he likes it. He likes the feeling of squeezing them, so he keeps poking and prodding them.
Asterios loves to hunt, so this cute flirtation is more than welcome. Let's just think of it as a little post-meal exercise, he thinks, having just fed the human a big feast.
"......"
With a snap of his fingers, four out of five of Asterios transform into a large, black jackal and leap forward in an instant. Actually, with a little concentration, finding the fleeing human isn't too difficult; if he's conscious and mentally active, the hunt will be even easier.
But to be fair, it can't hurt to use only his sense of sight and smell, so Asterios can enjoy the hunt a little more leisurely.
The Jackal leaves Jeremy's house at a lazy pace. Information from around the island flows through his scattered alter egos, but there is no sign of the human.
He must be well hidden. Let's see if he can stay out after dark.
The human will eventually rub his beautiful, plump body against Asterios' and ask to be milked. It's so adorable how the human clings to him even when he's being a jerk, so Asterios takes his little tantrums in stride... Now it's time to punish the cute human. His violent behavior - throwing a vase at him - must be corrected.
Asterios smiles, amused at the thought. Until he suddenly lifts his head and looks off into the distance. The jackal has tried to ignore Jeremy's consciousness and thoughts, but a single, clear image pierces his mind like an unfamiliar scent drifting in on the wind. The little human is frightened, desperately hoping for something, searching for someone...
A blond, brutish human.
Asterios' slowing pace finally comes to a complete stop. Max. He is the man Jeremy thought of when they made love last night. From time to time, Jeremy Rogers would take a moment to mourn the memory of something that didn't exist.
Ah, this one's a little hard to forgive.
The thought of that disturbing blonde human is distracting, ruining Asterios' mood for what should be a fun hunt. If he could, he would rip that memory right out of Jeremy's little head.
How dare he.
The human did not even bother to thank Asterios for saving his life. Instead, he cursed him to death and ran away.
With a small sigh, the Jackal claps his hands, causing his scattered alter egos to gather around him. The space around him crackles and transforms, and a split second later he is standing outside the shop where Jeremy is hiding.
"Jeremy. Come out."
"......!"
Jeremy jumps. It's the Jackal. He's finally here. His voice snarls, sounds angry. So Jeremy loads his gun and crouches under the counter, holding his breath.
He's here.
'Should I hold my breath? Do I really have to, and what if it doesn't work?'
"You're still noisy. You need to do something with your noisy head before you can get away from me."
Snap!
The sound of fingers snapping together echoes strangely loud in the silence. Jeremy jerks forward from his hiding place. The ground shakes! Jeremy panics. He thinks his face is about to hit the hard floor, but instead, something fluffy brushes gently against his cheek.
"Ugh...!"
His head falls to the bed.
The jackal flicks his hand again, and the gun in the middle-aged man's hand instantly shatters into pieces.
"So, did you enjoy your little outing? You seem to be quite fond of hunting, which is something I share, by the way."
"No, no, no, please leave me alone!"
Jeremy jumps and retreats. His voice sounds frightened. The fluffy blankets and sheets scrape against his hips and palms. He's home. Jeremy is home. Oh, what a useless effort it was to run away.
"Who's that assh0le you keep thinking about?"
"A-ah, it's none of your business... I told you not to pry..."
"Jeremy, every relationship you've ever known doesn't exist, it's just an illusion. Why are you so caught up in such vain things?"
"Shut the fvck up...! Who do you think you are...! You act like you know everything about me..."
Jeremy's temper flares when he is denied his memories of Max. No matter how much he fears the monster, he can't stand the thought of being denied his dear lover.
Terrified, the middle-aged man clenches his shaking hands into fists. He hesitates. He hesitates until the jackal's snout comes closer and closer to his face. Jeremy is about to lean in and throw a punch at the damned snout, but then a hand reaches out from behind and grabs his wrist.
"Huh, aah...!"
It's the Jackal, of course. But, oh God, it's not just from behind. There's another in front of him, and another to the side. Grabbing Jeremy's limbs, the jackals' alter egos forcefully pull his legs apart so that the tattered apron barely covers the middle-aged man's penis.
"No! Stop! I don't want it! Go away!"
"No way. You're going to need me in the end, Jeremy, and not for nothing. No matter what time of day or night it is."
The jackal's growl sounds awful. Ignoring the desperate human, he cupped Jeremy's bulging chest with his large, jet-black hand.
"And in the end, you'll find that all you have left is me."
'Because I'm going to make it so.'
"Bullshit, heukgh, I told you I don't need you...!"
"You'll still be looking for me at night anyway."
Asterios mumbles as he leans over Jeremy's body. Man, this human is a master at stroking his ego. It bothers him that the little shit only seeks him out when his libido gets the better of him while he is constantly thinking about another man.
So if this little human only needs Asterios' touch when he's in heat, why not make him in heat now?
Asterios will make the foolish man understand. That he's the only one who can satisfy this lustful body that's always in heat.
"You'd better be quiet."
The monster's yellow eyes narrow. He can do what he did yesterday, but given his continued inability to understand Jeremy's words, he decides to take a different approach today.
Let's take it easy until the little human realizes who's the boss.
Determined to be a little persistent in his punishment, the jackal snorts. The human's body reeks of milk, a faintly sweet scent that must have been mixed with his sweat as he fled. It causes him to press his muzzle against the sharply defined collarbone. The jackal inhales deeply, pressing his damp nose against the human's flesh, savoring the scent. He reaches out and strokes Jeremy's cheek, feeling the heat.
"Mmnngh... no, unggh..."
Jeremy turns his head away from the jackal's touch, not sure if there is any point in resisting since he is already trapped. Besides, he can't resist the slimy fingers that brush across his cheek. It feels like a snake's tongue sliding down his neck.
Jeremy can't rebel. No matter how humiliating and degrading it is, in the end, life comes first. On the battlefield, he performed unsanitary and disgusting tasks; in the factory, he crawled naked on the floor and bowed to the monster. Realizing that it is impossible to run away, the middle-aged man stops struggling and shuts up.
'...You're wrong, I'll just close my eyes and take it.'
Jeremy wonders if the monster bastard even knows what s*xual pleasure is; he doesn't even know anything about humans, yet he still wants to explore Jeremy's body from time to time.
The jackal teasingly runs a long finger over Jeremy's plump tits. A well-developed chest, glistening with sweat and milk. In fact, Jeremy's breasts are so massive that they bulge even when he lies down. Asterios finds it unusual that they don't flatten out and remain quite round and jiggly, but he likes it. He likes the feeling of squeezing them, so he keeps poking and prodding them.
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