doomcup's blog, entry: 20 Confusion 31XX

Well, today was our sixth wedding anniversary. Six years ago today, Maja and I got married. It's a pity I was away for most of that, but bad things happen, and all that's in the past now. We just got through having a very special anniversary dinner. Everyone absolutely loved it, and it was in no small part thanks to Maja and me working together on it. I should probably rewind a bit.

So it's morning, my daughter's off to school, my step-daughter's goofing off with her new boyfriend. It's just Maja and me, relaxing in a quiet house.

“Do you know what day it is, Maja?” I ask her, sly smile on my face.

It spreads to hers as she looks at me. “My my, what day do you think it is?”

“I asked you first.”

“I know what day it is. Do you know what day it is?”

We giggle as we snuggle close. “Happy Anniversary, Maja.”

“Mmmh, I knew you'd remember.”

“You'll love tonight. Now that the kids are off out of our hair, I have a dinner planned that'll knock everyone out of their seats, you included.”

“You're making our anniversary a family thing? How wonderful! So, what's the plan?”

“I am cooking the masterpiece of all masterpieces tonight. I thought since it's a celebration of our union, it should involve the both of us working together to make it.”

“Oh, I don't know about that, doomie, I'm not that great at cooking.”

“That's okay. I was actually hoping to use your milk in some of the recipies.”

“Oooh, that works!”

“Yeah, your milk will be an integral part of the cheese sauce for the most amazing penne anyone's ever tasted. The dessert will use some of the milk too.” I got close and gave her breasts an appreciative grope. “I know these tanks have enough for it all.”

Maja held my hands while they're still on her breasts. “If you're going to use my milk, I'd better go get the pump.” She pulled my hands off and sauntered off, her fine ass wiggling as she walks out.

I got to work right away, starting to put together the other things that didn't require her milk, like the fine artisan bread and some of the other courses. After a few minutes, Maja walked back in with the pump in tow. I hooked it to a big enough container, while Maja stripped off her shirt, leaving her only in a pair of panties.

“Mmmm, I never get tired of seeing that body,” I tell her as I help attach the pumps to her breasts. “Curves in all the right places, so deliciously plump...” I reach in the back to fasten the strap, kissing her chest as I do.

“Nnh...” she moaned. “You're trying to get me stirred up on purpose...”

I caress her face. “Of course I am.” I kiss her, savoring the taste of my wife's kisses, then start making my way down her body, kissing her belly as I move past it to flip the switch on the pump. “Not only does it help you make more of that delicious milk of yours, but it's just more fun milking you this way...”

“You're insatiable, doomie... that's why I married you.” she said with a grin.

“Nothing like a partner that shares my appetite...” I tug at her panties, which, to nobody's suprise, are already wet. “Now that's what I like to see.” I pull them down, letting them drop to her feet as I start licking at her swelled lips, feeling myself starting to get turned on from the scents and the sounds.

“Mmmh... I bet no other lion's got a gentle tongue like yours...” she lows, “all those little bumps... you know how to make me feel good with it...”

I lick my lips, the taste of my wife's juices like an aphrodisiac to me. My hands find themselves on Maja's ample ass, bringing her deliciousness even closer. My tongue explores her depths as my nose gently nuzzles her erect clit.

“Oooohhh.... nnhhh.... oh doomcup.... you know how to get my juices flowing...”

I pull off for a moment, watching and listening as my lover's milk practically shoot into the container. “Mm, you're really loving this, aren't you?” I suddenly notice the tightness in my jeans. “Honey, lean onto the table, I can't stand it anymore.”

As I get up and remove my jeans and boxers, Maja does just that, her tail raised, even flicking a bit in anticipation. “Give it to me, doomie... I want to feel that cock... all those little bumps against my walls...”

Yeah, for whatever reason, unlike most lions, my tongue doesn't have hooks and my penis doesn't have any spines, both instead having little bumps. I'm not complaining, my partners tend to love it. So far only one person's been disappointed, and they had an odd masochistic thing going.

But I digress.

I'm naturally rock hard now, my wife's sopping wet pussy presented, just waiting for me to stick it in. My hands squeeze Maja's ass as they make their way to her hips. I grab on, my tip just teasing her lips. I lean down and whisper in her ear.

“Here it comes, darling...”

Thrust! One smooth movement, and I'm in. My wife's pussy is squeezing against me, milking me better than the pump was milking her breasts.

“Aaaoooh~... mmmhhh... start moving already, doomie...”

“Can do...” I start moving back and forth, her walls working against me, tightening and loosening with each thrust, driving me to heavenly places. “Yeahh, that's my lovely cow... milk your lion boy like I'm milking you...”

“Nnnhhh...! Mmhhhooooohhh...! My h-husband's cock... ooohh.... so good... h-harder! Harder please~...”

“You got it...” I start working my hips harder and faster, feeling myself getting deeper inside her, the sound of our bodies smacking against eachother turning me on even more, the sensation of my tip just brushing against her cervix being the icing on the cake.

“Aaoooohhhh~! Mmmhhhh.... oh doomie... mmmhh... h-hope the next six years are like this..... mmmhh... wait... doom... doom, stop! Stop!”

I stop thrusting. “Huh? What is it? What's wrong?”

She pants for a moment. “Turn off the pump... The container will burst if it gets too full...”

“Oh, right! Thanks for telling me. That could have gone bad.” I flip the switch, then help Maja take the suction cups and strap off. Her breasts are a bit smaller now that some of the milk is gone, and her nipples are stretched from the pumping, still dripping.

“I knew you'd produce more milk that way. You filled up that 10L in record time. That's the milk taken care of...” I look at her with desire and smile. “Now, where were we...”

I practically pounce on her, my cock slipping back in her hole as her back hits the table. I kiss her, then her neck, thrusting the whole time, and make my way to her breasts. They may not be as full as they were before, but there's still plenty of milk for a thirsty cat. “Mmm, my wife has the best milk...” I start to suckle on one, the stream of delicious and nutritious milk hitting my tongue as her moans drive me on.

“Ooooh~...! Be more gentle.... nnhhh... they're still tender...”

I can't help myself. I'm pretty much in animal mode. The milk, so good, so filling, so divinely tasty, is the perfect fuel for my lust's engine. I thrust like there's no tomorrow. I'm no longer in control; my body has taken over. I can't even think to speak. I just thrust and drink, heedless as our limits approach.

“Aaaahh.... d-doomie... 'm close nowww.... nnhaaahh... don't stop...”

Somehow this pierces the haze in my head, and I pull off her breast, panting, not letting up for a moment.

“Let's come together, Maja...”

After a few final large thrusts, I roar and she moos as we both climax. I feel myself filling up her wonderful cunny with my warm, thick seed.

We both pant for a while, trying to catch our breath.

“Maja?”

“Mmmm?”

“I love you.”

“Mmm.”

“Maja?”

“Mmmm?”

“We should probably shower before we keep cooking.”

“Good idea.”

I pull out of her, briefly enjoying the moment where my cum drips from her pussy a bit. Nothing a bit of soap and a rag can't help.

A fun shower together later (don't be so disappointed, that's for a later story), and we're back in the kitchen. I've put some clean jeans on, but Maja has decided to put on only an apron. She knows what I like ^^

“Now that we've got that out of our system, we can use your milk as part of the sauce for the penne, and turn some of it into whipped cream and butter for the cakes. That just leaves the piece du resistance.” I looked in the deep freezer.

It wasn't there.

“Um, Maja, when's the last time you were in the freezer?”

“Just the other day. Why?”

“Did you happen to see a skinned and jointed but otherwise unbutchered dwarf cow in there?”

“I did. It was completely freezer burned all over, so I had to throw it out.”

My heart nearly broke. “....I was going to spit roast that till it was nice and succulent... I guess it couldn't be helped...” I sighed. “But now what'll we do for meat?”

Maja came up to me and put her arm around me. “I have an idea. You said this dinner would be the result of our work, right? And you're already using my ingredients. So why not use me?”

I admit I can be a bit slow on the uptake sometimes, especially with stuff I'm not expecting. “What do you mean?”

She smiled as she looked me in the face. “You wanted to roast a cow for our anniversary. I'm a cow. Why don't you roast me?”

I looked at her. “You want me to cook you. For our anniversary feast.”

She nodded. “It was kind of my fault anyway. This way I can make up for it!”

“Are you absolutely sure? This is going to be pretty painful, and you'll, well, die in the process.”

She whispered some things to me. I nodded, fully understanding. “Well, come on then, Maja, get your flip-flops on and we'll head outside to the fire pit.”

Outside, the great spit roaster I had bought for this occasion was waiting, mostly steel. I looked at my Maja, and I felt pangs. “Before we do anything, love, come here.”

She did, concern on her face. I pulled a pair of scissors out of my pants, and cut a lock of her hair off, which I tied in a knot and put in my pocket for safe keeping. Then I placed my hand on her head, caressing her. “I'll remember.” I said, with a smile.

“Are you ready for this, doom?”

I grab the rope. “Yeah, I think so. Take off the apron and come over here to the table so I can truss you up properly.”

She does, lying belly down on the table as I securely tie her hands and her feet together. I check to make sure the rope isn't going to come loose, then, satisfied, I reach for the steel spit. “Ready?”

She nods.

“Okay.” I position the sharp end at her pussy lips. “This might hurt a lottle.”

SHOVE.

My wife was skewered all the way through by the steel spit. Using my strength, I hefted her, spit and all, to the roaster, where I placed it into the socket. I then laid out the charcoal and got the fire started.

“There. You'll be nice and warm now. It'll all be okay.”

She didn't say anything. She couldn't, what with the spit going right through her mouth, but she looked oddly at peace, even happy. Soon she dozed off from the heat, and stopped moving.

Time passed, and I got everything else cooked. Finally, I set the table with everything, and got a cover on the main entree. Just in time, too, as my daughters came in.

“Dad, we're home,” my step-daughter Sigrid said.

“School was fun today, Daddy!” my little Dena said.

“Girls, you're just in time. Get yourselves to the kitchen. Your Dad has cooked an amazing meal for all of us!”

Sure enough, the food laid out on the table wowed them. “Nice, eh? Penne in a bechamel based cheese sauce, specially made hand garlic bread made with butter and garlic produced right here, for dessert decadent devil's food cake. And now, to reveal the main dish...”

I couldn't keep it up any longer. I raised the cover. The shock on their faces was burned into my retinas.

“Rotisserie roasted Mom. She asked for this herself, girls.”

At first they couldn't say anything.

“Let's sit down and eat now.”

They did, nearly automatically.

I got a carving knife, and carved some slices of Maja's thigh for everyone, including a fourth place I set.

I stared at the slices of my wife's meat on my plate. Finally I just had to eat some. I couldn't let her go to waste.

I nearly cried. Her meat was the tenderest, juiciest, most delicious thing I had ever tasted. It was the kind of thing my carnivore ancestors would have killed to eat.

At this point the girls had dug in too, and started to eat.

Suddenly, there was a sound coming from the cellar room, and a voice just outside the dining room door could be heard.

“Hi girls, doomcup, am I fashionably late?”

There she was, Maja, living, in the flesh.

“Mom!”

“Mommy! My mommy's okay!”

They ran up to her and she hugged them. “Were you two scared? I'm sorry. This is all your mommy's doing.”

Finally calmed, everyone came back to the table.

“You know dear, I was worried your psychic backup wouldn't work for a while there. Then I thought the cloning kit the Sun family gave you would fail. But no, here I am, no harm done.”

“And I'm very glad it worked, honey. Now, dig in. Your meat is the most delicious meat I have ever tasted. I mean that.”

She looks at the rest of her roasted former body, and back at the slice of meat on her place. “I have to admit, it's a little spooky to see yourself being served for dinner. Also kinda odd to be eating yourself...”

She took a bite.

“Mmmmh.... mmmmmhh! Oh my.... this is the most delicious thing I have ever tasted ever! We have to have this next anniversary!”

“Hehe, I'll remember.”

So that's what happened on our anniversary. Everyone loved the dinner, and we ate Maja's leftovers for weeks. She's quite good in sandwiches and soups, too, we found out.

So do any of you have an anniversary story you'd like to share? Put it in the comments! I'd love to read it!