Peering timidly past a curve more than double the circumference of my head, I’m further amazed to see my owner’s authoritarian demeanor soften. Brin even seems to smile a bit as she returns my reverent gaze. With a hand that could palm my skull she smoothes the hair back from my brow. Then she sighs and murmurs contentedly to herself.
It’s clear suddenly that despite the innate savagery and misandry she shares with her people, the unbelievably generous breast of this apostate harbors an equally overweening maternal instinct. No doubt that explains her determination to breed. Eventually even moaning intermittently, she lets me take my fill, shifting me from one massive mammary to the other as required. But then when I can suck no more she quickly reverts to form.
Rising effortlessly with
