Christmas Cake

I sigh contentedly as I pull up into the driveway of my house situated in the quiet suburban neighborhood I call home. With a short grumble the engine shuts off, and after grabbing my bag from the back seat I disturb the peaceful tranquility of the middle of winter by closing the doors with a snap, causing some of the snow on top of the car to come loose and fall down onto the covered driveway before locking the car with the remote on my key ring. I chuckle to myself when I noticed that the kids in the neighborhood had a friendly competition to see who could build the biggest snowman, and the Warmhearts across the street won of course, being a family of yetis and all. Looking at the front door of my house, I can’t help but smile as I think about what kind of life I’m going to have in it with my holstaur wife Leah. She and I met years ago when we were not even six years old, and my parents encouraged – well forced – me to go say hi to the new neighbor’s daughter. Monstergirls, or Mamono, had been around for a few decades already, so there wasn’t any real issue anymore with one moving into your neighborhood.

Over the course of the next two decades or so, Leah and I became incredibly close friends, helping each other out with simple things like schoolwork or even dating advice. Leah never managed to actually have a real boyfriend before I asked her, and one day she managed to work up the courage to tell me. You see, monstergirls are, in more ways than one, a melting pot of sexual energy, lust, and feminine beauty that no man would want to turn away. Holstaurs are no different. The major thing about holstaurs when compared to other Mamono, or even human females, is that they’re what some people would call “gifted” when it comes to body shape. You will never find a holstaur that doesn’t have wide hips, a sizable butt, thick thighs, or incredibly large breasts. Yes, some other monstergirls can have a considerable bosom, but you can always find a holstaur that has a bigger pair. Being similar to bovines in nature, a holstaur’s breasts also start lactating when she hits puberty and as a result holstaurs have to be milked occasionally.

Leah is no exception either. She started developing when she was about 10 or 11 years old and by the time she turned 14 she already had F-cup breasts, and by 16 her hips, thighs, and butt had expanded even further, and she wasn’t even done growing yet. As you can image, this was a nightmare for her. The human girls called her a slut either to her face or behind her back, the monstergirls always thought that she would steal their crush or boyfriend away from them, and the guys always tried to get into her pants. Luckily for her she had me to help and once I finally worked up the guts to ask her on a date, most if not all of the bullying stopped.

We dated our entire junior and senior year of high school, and then continued dating as we moved in together in an apartment as we both went to college – Computer Science for me and Greek History for her. A few years after graduating from college I found a job as a network administrator while Leah still worked in retail. A year ago I proposed to her during dinner at a restaurant after a day of pampering her, and six months later I got to put the wedding ring around her finger before kissing her in front of everyone.

Shutting the front door behind me, I took off my coat and hung it up on the wall next to the door before putting my shoes nearby, and headed back into the bedroom to change into something more comfortable. Walking back to where Leah was in the kitchen, I stand by the fridge watching her mix something up in a bowl, the motions of her arms causing her generous bosom to jiggle slightly as her cow tail swishes slightly behind her, the red bow tied on the end of it fluttering slightly as the Christmas-themed bell she wore around her neck jingled.

She had filled out the rest of the way while we were living together while going to college, her hips expanding a little bit more while her legs thickened slightly and her butt grew out a little bit more. Her breasts grew considerably from their modest size (for a holstaur anyway) of around a large G-cup from when she was a senior in high school to somewhere in the large J range just shortly before I married her. She also decided to experiment a little and grow her black and white streaked hair out a little longer, letting it go past her shoulders. Her lower legs didn’t change much, if perhaps the white fur becoming a little softer and her hooves just barely less smooth.

“How was work dear?” she asks as she notices me.

“Oh, just the usual.” I respond, walking over to give her a short hug and peck on the lips.

“You mean having to show someone the difference between a link to a website that gives the computer a virus, and something they should actually click on?”

“Yep. How was your day Leah?”

“Nothing too special. Sophia’s daughter came by offering to clear the driveway.”

“How much did you give her?” I groan, knowing full well what the young hellhound asked my wife.

“Only twenty.” Leah timidly responds.

“You’re too easy to convince.” I chuckle before dipping my finger into the bowl and putting a glob of batter on Leah’s nose. “But I cherish you all the same.” I say before kissing her deeply. Leah sighs in my grasp before wrapping her arms around my shoulder, still holding onto the whisk she was using.

“The mistletoe is over by the television dummy.” Leah says after breaking the embrace.

“Does that mean I can only kiss you when we’re under it?” I ask.

“Of course not. What kind of wife would I be if I didn’t let you surprise me?”

“Well if you didn’t put up with me, I don’t know if we would have ever married each other, let alone be friends.” I say before we both laugh and give each other another hug.

“I love you.” she says.

“I love you too Leah.” I respond. “Something wrong?” I ask, cocking my head to one side as I notice the troubled look on her face.

“N-no, not really. I was just wondering if, um, you would like to…”

“The cake needs milk, and you want to use yours.” I say. “Not only that, but you want the best looking guy in the whole world to milk you.”

“Oh shut up! B-but yeah, that would be nice.” my wife nervously responds.

“Leah, you’re acting like I don’t enjoy it. Come on, let’s get you out of that pesky apron.”

Smiling sheepishly, Leah turns around before reaching behind her neck to undo the knot, when I pull her hands away and do it myself. As the last of the loop comes undone, the top of the apron falls down across Leah’s belly, and I gently grab her wrists before raising her arms above her head. Giving her left cow ear a light nibble which causes her to gasp slightly, I then help her take her woolen shirt off and set it on the end of the counter before unclasping her bra, letting it fall to the floor and setting Leah’s heavy breasts free. Now directly behind her with my chest nearly pressed into her back, I start rubbing my hands across the warm flesh of my holstaur wife’s boobs, giving Leah’s aching bosom a light massage and easing her into the act of being milked. Occasionally I give her rapidly stiffening nipples a light pinch or flick, making her gasp slightly as I slow start kneading the massive orbs in my hands.

Turning her head slightly. Leah grabs the sides of my face and crashes her mouth into mine, parting my lips with her tongue as the first drops of her sweet cream escape and roll down her smooth skin to drip into the mixing bowl. Squeezing a little bit harder, I aim her nipples down into the bowl just as milk starts pouring out of her chest, my hands and a large portion of each udder growing increasingly slimy with the sheer amount of fluid Leah’s breasts are putting out. Feeling a stiffing rod in my pants, Leah presses her sizable rear end into my crotch harder as she moans in my mouth, my tongue dancing with hers as I push back against her. Gently pushing me away, Leah turns around to face me and kisses me hard again before breaking the seal our mouths.

“I can’t take it anymore. The cake can wait. I want something else. I want you.” she says huskily before nearly launching herself at me.

“H-hold up Leah.” I say, trying to keep my horny wife from pushing me to the floor and straddling me in the middle of the kitchen. “I know a better place.” I say with a mischievous grin.

Smiling back at me, Leah presses her lips to mine one more time before gathering up her shirt, bra, and apron and giving her bountiful ass and hips a slight wiggle as she sashays around the corner to head to our bedroom. Putting the half-mixed bowl of cake batter in the fridge for later, I toss my clothing into the washing machine at the back of the house before nearly tripping over myself in a rush to be with Leah.

The door to the bedroom is slightly ajar, a dim light coming from the crack. I gingerly push it open with a creak of the hinges, and stop in my tracks when I see Leah lying on the bed. She had changed into a set of matching panties and a bra in bright cherry red with white and green for the frilly trim, and I can’t help but tear up and cover my mouth as I simply look at her. The light from the lamp on the bedside table plays absolutely perfectly across her gorgeous face, and the orange glow from the streetlights outside accentuate her curvaceous body.

“Something the matter dear?” Leah asks as she gets up from the bed to walk over to me.

“N-no, nothing. It’s just that…I-I can’t believe how beautiful you are. You’re absolutely stunning, and everything I could wish for in a woman. I know I’ve said this before countless times, but I want you to know that I love you, Leah. I love you, so, so much.” I quietly whisper, making her tear up slightly as well.

“I love you too, in more ways than you can imagine, my husband.” Leah responds, gently wrapping her arms around me as she locks her lips to mine, cupping the back of my head and keeping me firmly in place. Several seconds later she finally pulls away, looking up into my eyes longingly.

“C-can I ask you something?”

“O-of course Leah.” I answer.

“Do you remember our wedding night?”

“How could I not?” I respond.

“I-I want to apologize. I…shouldn’t have been so nervous. I just didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“Leah. Look at me.” I say, gently holding her chin so I can peer into her deep blue eyes. “I’m never disappointed in you. How could I love you if I ever was?”

“Th-thanks.” Leah says, looking away from me. “Before, I said I wanted to have sex with you, but now I don’t. I-I want something else.” Leah confesses, keeping her gaze averted. “Can you…can we…make love to each other?” my wife pleads in scarcely a whisper.

“Leah,” I start, “you know you don’t have to ask me these things. Not now, not ever.”

Nearly knocking the wind out of me, Leah embraces me tightly before waltzing over to our bed and falling onto it on her back. Our lips meet again in a passionate hold as Leah explores my exposed back with her soft hands. I meanwhile switch between fondling her hefty bosom or cupping her butt in one hand as both of our breathing becomes more and more labored. Stopping for but a moment, Leah reaches around herself to unhook her bra and slips it off before tossing to the other side of the room, and I waste no time in exploring each mound with my mouth. As I pass my tongue over one of her nipples, Leah gasps again and I taste the familiar flavor of milk. Smiling slightly, I latch on to one of her leaking teats and start to suck while caressing the other. Almost immediately, sweet, warm cream gushes into my mouth and I greedily gulp it down before the next blast fills my mouth up again. I feel a feminine hand press against the back of my head, forcing me deeper into its owner’s breast and causing the milk to squirt out even harder. Meanwhile, Leah starts moaning softly as she tries rocking her hips against mine, her free hand trying it’s best to remove the remaining piece of clothing we’re both wearing. Swallowing another mouthful of sugary ambrosia, I passionately kiss her while slipping my boxers and her panties off, my now erect member resting against her labia.

“Come on, stop teasing me.” Leah begs. “Stick it in alrea-ah!” she gasps as my mouth clamps down on her breast again and I ease myself inside her warm, wet folds.

With each inch I push into her, Leah moans in ecstasy as I slowly enter her before my pelvis meets hers. Pausing for a moment, I pull my lips away from her chest and look her in the eye.

“I love you Leah.” I say.

“I love you too.” she says before kissing me for a few seconds.

Breaking the kiss, she gently pushes me back down to her leaking bosom as she hugs my torso. Suckling from her chest once more, I pull out of her tight pussy before pushing back in, making her moan throatily and milk squirt into my waiting maw. Not wanting to stop, I start slowly thrusting into Leah again and again, making her free tit wobble about and the mattress creak in time with my wife’s salacious cries of pleasure. With each push and pull, Leah’s pussy constricts around my member, trying to pull it back in and fill her up with my seed.

“Oh god. There. There! P-please, h-harder, you’re making me cuu-ahh-ahh-m!”

Leah moans out suddenly and violently as her pussy clamps down on me hard, and I can feel her entire body shuddering as I ride her through her orgasm. Her breast expends the last of its syrupy fluid, but I merely move to the other one and start anew. Feeling a tightness in my loins, I pick up the pace slightly as hollow, wet slaps echo in the bedroom whenever our bodies meet. Leah’s unable to do or say anything other than moan my name out, and her breastmilk has grown incredibly thick, almost to the point where it’s like molasses.

“Please. M-more, I need more. Fill me up with your seed…” Leah begs, pulling me as close to her as she can manage and wrapping her legs around my waist.

“Leah!” I gasp as I feel my manhood twitch inside her before I suddenly lose control, shooting dozens and dozens of thick ropes of my semen as far into my wife as I can manage.

Throwing her head back into the pillows, Leah lets go completely and moos hard, the pitch of her voice rising and falling with each shot as I press my shaft as deep into her snatch as I possibly can. I manage to fill her up after the first few ropes, so the rest just pushes out the previous load, making it ooze out around my hard manhood and onto the bed sheets. Gasping for breath, I simply lay on top of Leah as I go soft, giving her time to come down from her second orgasm.

“H-hey dear?” she asks.


“I love you.”

“I love you too Leah.” I answer, brining my face up to hers to share another romantic smooch. “Hey Leah.”

“Hmm?” she muses.

“What name do you think our daughter would have?” I say, smiling at her.

“I don’t know, but I think I know a way to find out.” she chuckles before kissing me again hard, rolling me onto my back so she can straddle me. “And you’re not leaving until I think of one.” she commands, a malicious grin on her face.

“And if you can’t think of one, even after several hours?” I ask.

“Then you better start helping.” my wife giggles before rising on my already hard rod.

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