Why Would You? You're Going To Suck On BIG TITS!

"Uh-huh," is the only reply you can manage for the moment, the combination of Parisa's dry humping, soft breasts, and the scent wafting off of her leaving you in a dazed state.

Parisa pulls back ever so slightly, still grinding her hips even as she starts unbuttoning her top. "Then keep your eyes on them," she says, "watch them as they get uncovered."

You find yourself with **** but to obey, watching each button pop open with rqpt attention as more and more of Parisa's pale skin is exposed until she lets the article of clothing slide off her shoulders and to the floor. Her breasts, now only clad in a pink bra, heave with her heavy breathing and the sweet scent grows stronger as you notice two twin wet spots over where her sizable nipples visibly strain against the material. In fact, her boobs seem to be straining against the cloth in general and you almost swear they are getting larger the longer you stare at them.

Parisa then reaches back to undo the clasp of her bra and that too falls away, your heart racing as those massive tits are now fully exposed. They are big and full with a few small freckles dotting her skin, and her nipples are huge, hard, pink nubs that dangle in front of your face enticingly. The smell is even more overwhelming now and you find yourself almost drooling at it as Parisa leans back in.

Without hesitation, you open your mouth and take the closest tit into your mouth. You loudly slurp as you suckle, your tongue playing with the tip as Parisa lets out a soft moan, grinding harder against your cock. After only a few sucks, your eyes widen as a thick, creamy liquid begins flowing into your mouth and you shudder as it lets the most delicious taste you have ever experienced run over your taste buds. "Yeeeessss," Parisa coos, her voice so incredibly soothing to you as she reaches a hand up to stroke your hair, "Suck. Drink. It's so delicious, isn't it?"

You are suddenly reminded of the dream of Parisa's you walked in on. It would seem lactation is more of an active fetish for her than something buried in her subconscious.

Her milk seemingly tingles on your tongue, its absurdly delicious taste sending a chill up and down your spine. Your suckling sends much of it down your throat instantly, where you audibly gulp when your mouth gets too full to hold onto any more. This only makes you want more and Parisa's breasts seem able to keep giving you more, so you take more until you finally have to come up for air, panting as your entire body feels so... warm.

Parisa uses her free hand to unzip your fly, reaching in to free your cock and then rubbing her panty-clad core against it. "Go on," she whispers sweetly, "Have more. You like it and it'll make having sex with me feel amazing. You want to have sex with me, don't you?"

It is true that fucking Parisa is something you would like to do... so you hungrily latch your mouth to her other breast and begin to slurp away from that one as well. Your tongue plays with the surprisingly thick and engorged nipple, coaxing more and more milk into your system as your hips buck with a separate need against Parisa's continued dry humping. Eventually, she seems to feel you have reached a certain point and raises her lower body just enough so that she can push her panties to the side. With that, she then grabs hold of your hard dick to line it up with her wet womanhood and forcefully drives herself down on it.

You both moan as Parisa hilts herself instantly on your manhood, though your cry is muffled by the tit flesh in your mouth. "S-So big," she whispers in your ear, "F-Feels good. N-Now drink... in time with me."

You cannot bring yourself to disobey, taking a long suck as Parisa raises her hips upwards until only the tip of your cock is still inside her and then swallowing as she lowers herself back down with a wet slap of flesh on flesh. Her pace is maddeningly slow, her movements deliberate and seemingly geared towards insuring your cock is all but sexually tortured by pleasure. For some reason you cannot bring yourself to raise your hands or thrust your own hips to encourage her to move faster, your mind content to let her "reward" you with her movements as you eagerly continue to drink her breast milk. On top of that, each swallow makes your prick more sensitive to her movements and you can feel the throb of your impending release growing stronger by the second.

Eventually your stomach grows full and you have to let go, Parisa's tit popping free from your lips. You intend to lift your head to look her in the eyes and find that you cannot. Instead, your eyes remain locked on her large tits, wobbling slightly with her movements as she grinds against you while hilting herself once more.... and then staying still.

You find yourself letting out a weak moan, still unable to move as Parisa's warm and wet insides squeeze just enough to keep you on the edge. "Do you want me to finish you?" she suddenly asks.

"Yes," you find yourself saying almost instantly in a dazed and distant voice.

"Do you love my breasts?"

"Yes."

"Do you love the milk they make?"

"Yes."

"Do you want more?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll finish you if you promise that you will devote yourself to them for more. Be loyal to them. Obey them. Obey... me."

There is a moment of panic deep inside of you and, for a moment, you try to marshal up the will to resist. Yet before you can, one more word spills out from between your lips.

"Yes."

With that, a powerful surge of some kind of magical energy that is not your own suddenly radiates from inside your body, spreading out from your belly to envelop every inch of your body and spirit. You spasm hard and, while you cannot see it, you can feel the smile growing on Parisa's lips as she begins thrusting against you hardcore. Her rutting only lasting a few seconds before the most powerful orgasm you have ever felt radiates through your body, your cock's thick white liquid shooting out into Parisa's womb as payment for the thick white liquid she gave to you.

Her pussy, squeezing with its own climax, drinks deeply and drains you of every drop. A sudden weakness comes over you as you slump in the chair, your vision growing dim as if she had sucked all the energy out of your body along with your cum. You feel Parisa stroke the top of your head. "Rest now," you hear her coo, "You're mine. Not Harmony's. Not Victor's. Not that scrawny girl's. Not anyone else. I'M the one who tamed you, so you're mine."

You grunt in agreement. That makes sense. You have been tamed, so you belong to the one who tamed you.

"Now I'll show them," she mutters as she pulls off of you, you dick flopping free as you consider the full-length mirror on the side wall, "I'll show them all!"

As Parisa rambles about things you can barely pay attention to, you keep staring at the mirror as your purple colored eyes begin to close.

For a moment, you find something wrong with this but you ignore it as you follow your mistress' command to rest. All that matters now is that, as Parisa said, you have been tamed.