Sub Male

What? Do you seriously think a bunch of demons would pretend to be cowgirls just to get you to milk them?

Do you really think cunning, cruel succubi are that desperate for a pair of hands on their tits?

That needy for a good, thorough milking?

And, what? You think a herd of them just moved in a week ago, tricked you into drinking their milk, and then turned you into their brainless milker?

Their dumb, obedient human thrall?

Their hopeless, helpless, horny toy who can't help but moan and drain their breasts with your eager lips?

That's right. It's so silly. The idea isn't even worth entertaining.

Now, get those pants off. Milking time is over.

Now it's time to reward your cowgirls for working so hard with a good, thorough rutting.

You're so lucky to have stumbled across that plant girl.

So fortunate that she's so kind and sweet, willing to let you shelter in her grove. Rest. Recuperate.

Relax.

Breathe deep her sweet, calming pollen...

The Wire Woods can be so dangerous to cute mortals so lost and confused.

So addled and dumb.

You're so lucky to have found her.

Found a place to rest.

To relax.

No no, don't squirm. Just let her vines wrap around you.

Pull you into her breasts.

Take off your clothes.

You don't need clothes.

Don't need to resist.

That's it.

Just relax.

Sink into her breasts.

Sink into submission.

Don't think about her petals closing around you.

Don't think about sinking into her intoxicating nectar.

Just relax.

Just submit.

You were right to save the elf from those villagers, who ignorantly believed she was in heat and that she had pheromones which turned men into brainless studs.

You were right to bring her back to the inn.

You were right to share a room to quell her fears.

You were right to let her sleep near you even as you felt so hot.

Feverish.

Befuddled.

You were right not to resist her kiss.

Her touch.

Her needy tongue.

You were right to let her pull off your shirt.

Your pants.

Everything else.

You were right to let her ride you.

You were right to surrender to her.

Empty in her.

Give in to her need.

You were right.

It was right.

You just can't get enough of that new coffee place.

Why is that?

Why can't you ever go too long without a cup?

A drink?

One with plenty of... cream.

Maybe it's because all the cowgirl baristas are so eager to spend some time at your table.

Being so attentive to your needs.

Sitting beside you.

Squeezing you between them.

Talking about what a good customer you are. So loyal. So... thirsty...

Or maybe it's because they keep sneaking you into the breakroom.

Taking off their tops.

Letting you drink from the tap.

That fresh milk.

That sweet milk.

You don't really mind staying late at the office, right?

You're not eager to go home while your lamia manager needs you.

You're such a good employee to her.

And good employees get rewards.

You don't mind working so hard with her hovering at your shoulder.

You're happy to let her tail lazily wrap around you.

Her breasts press into the back of your head.

Her hand slide into your lap.

You don't resist as she turns you around.

Stares into your eyes.

Her spiral gaze holding you as she tells you how good you.

How she appreciates you.

Adores you.

Squeezing and stroking you.

Ssssuch a good employee.

There's something about that new maid that's a bit... suspicious.

Like how you don't remember hiring her.

How you keep meaning to as about that until you look into her eyes.

Pretty eyes...

And how she always asks for a kiss as a reward for a job well done.

Which you always give. Obedience needs to be rewarded.

Always.

Which is why you kiss her cheek.

Kiss her breasts.

Kiss down.

Down.

Down her stomach.

Between her thighs.

Kiss her as she pets your head.

Lick her as she tells you what a good master you're being.

A good, obedient master.

As her foot pushes between your legs.

Rewards you with a stocking-clad toes rubbing you.

Stroking you.

Obedience is rewarded.

Good masters obey pretty maids.

Obey.