Feast of Tarrana

Chapter 1: Morning Nectar

Jenny woke to the golden haze of dawn filtering through her window, her stomach growling with a hunger only one thing could sate. At eighteen, she was a force in Tarrana, a young woman with a sharp mind and a sharper tongue, commanding respect and desire in equal measure. She stretched, her lithe body taut with anticipation, and sauntered downstairs to where her father, Bram, waited in the feeding room. He was a typical male of their world—broad-shouldered, vacant-eyed, and built for one purpose. His cock, already hard as iron, stood ready for her morning meal.

'Good morning, Daddy,' Jenny purred, her voice dripping with playful authority as she knelt before him. 'Hope you’ve got a full load for me. I’m starving.'

Bram grunted, his limited vocabulary barely forming a response. 'Eat. Good.'

She smirked, her lips curling with mischief. 'Oh, I plan to. Let’s see if you can keep up with my appetite today.' Her tongue flicked out, teasing the tip of his shaft, her saliva working its magic. Instantly, his body shuddered, and a torrent of cum flooded her mouth. She drank deeply, savoring the warm, thick essence that was her sustenance. In Tarrana, a girl’s saliva triggered an endless release in males, and Jenny knew how to wield that power. She sucked harder, her lips a tight seal around his cock, drawing out every drop like sipping nectar through a straw.

'Mmm, that’s it,' she murmured between gulps, her voice husky. 'Keep it coming, big guy. I’ve got friends dropping by later, and we’re gonna need a *lot* more for our bath.'

Bram groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily as she worked him, her hands gripping his thighs with unyielding control. Jenny wasn’t just feeding—she was dominating, reveling in the power she held over him. Her mind wandered to the afternoon ahead. Her closest friends, Lila and Mara, were coming over for a soak in the big tub. They’d tie Bram down, milk him until the bath overflowed with his cum, and then… oh, the fun they’d have. She pictured their bodies slick and dripping, coated in the creamy warmth, their tongues lapping at each other’s skin, pussies wet with desire as they played in the pool of lust.

'You think you’ve got enough in those balls to drown us, Daddy?' she teased, pulling back for a moment to catch her breath, a string of cum glistening on her lips. 'Because I’m betting Lila will have you panting and sweating before we even hit halfway.'

Bram’s eyes glazed over, his only response a low moan as she dove back in, her mouth relentless. She could feel her own body responding, a heat building between her thighs, her pussy aching with a different kind of hunger. But that would wait for later, when her friends arrived, when they’d turn the tub into their playground, filling each other with cum, licking it from every curve, and losing themselves in the slippery, horny chaos.

Jenny pulled away with a satisfied sigh, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. 'Breakfast done. Now rest up, old man. We’ve got a long day ahead, and I expect you to perform.' She stood, casting him a wicked grin. 'Trust me, you’ve never seen a party until you’ve seen us girls get started.'

The promise of what was to come hung heavy in the air, her body already buzzing with anticipation for the explosive revelry waiting just hours away.