Wrong Way

Wait… the sun is going down, not up.

By the time I notice, I have already flown a couple hours in the exact wrong way. Yay.

Well… I took a rank in Survival, and picked it as one of my class skills, with the idea of eventually getting a Creature Companion… but it also works for getting along in the wild. So I land in a treetop, identify something edible enough, and curl up in some oversized leaves to sleep. At least, that's the plan. Unfortunately, the ‘heat’ of the day gets to me, and when trying to sleep, I have nothing else on which I can focus beyond the burning need between my thighs.

After a while (no clock…) I give in. My milk taps felt really good before, and my male mind really likes handling them, so I start there. I put my hands on my right orb, enjoying the softness and feeling the weight of it… and also enjoying the feel of hands on my… on my… I put that thought away as I bring a milk tap to my mouth. And ooh, that tap is more sensitive than my man meat was. I idly wonder where that moaning woman is… sounds like a whore in heat playing it up for the camera… I suck greedily, and the tap rewards me with milk… while it also feels a lot like I'm getting head from a woman who learns what I want very quickly… and has the ideal mouth for it. As I greedily drink down the sweet white elixir flowing freely from the baby feeder in my mouth, each lap of that tongue and each pump of those pillowy lips sends electric signals throughout my body, warming me up, making me feel oh so good. It just builds. And builds. And builds.

With one hand continuing to hold the first orb in place, I have my other hand snake down to the other milk tap, and start massaging it… which feels like the best hand job ever… while I'm ALSO getting expert head. It's too much… and then the earthquake hits. I hear a woman scream out in exquisite ecstasy as I shake and shudder, the body rewarding me for giving it what it

[wants.

As](http://wants.As) I slowly come down off the endorphin high, I realize I'm a mess… but that's okay. Yes, I dropped Token spell… but the third party Pathfinder spell Toolkit has my back there: It can make any known tool. In this case, a Hygiene Kit. It only lasts as long as I'm working on the task, but that's a good thing, as it's an at-will cantrip, and just a Swift action. So soon enough, I'm all clean.

Still feeling buzzed from my stress relief, and my stomach full of delicious warm milk, I drift off to sleep on my perch in the trees… wondering idly what it will be like when I finally work up the nerve to explore what lies between my thighs.