Belle and Mark: From His Hate to His Love, Alongside its Progress
Story by PixelsWithFur on SoFurry
Mark and Belle, lovers from the beginning? Uh, no.
Today's weather was sunny for Belle, an anthropomorphic cowgirl with no tail, udders, or horns. She is a good-hearted woman, but wasn't always Mark's best bovine friend. In fact, because she trespassed onto Mark's land, she could have died! (This was because she trespassed onto land he owned.) But, she was really lucky she didn't anger Mark to the point of murdering her. But, he found it inside himself to forgive her...
After a referral Belle got from a British gentleman, she searched for Mark with the hope that she could meet him. During the traveling, she encountered a pair of Charizard. (We'll call them Sue and Bruce.) Seeing two dragon-like figures fly down, this Charizard duo helped negotiate with the new Belle. “My, Bruce: we've never carried a cash cow like this before," the female Charizard teased to her husband. “Susie: this isn't the time to crack bad puns," her husband said. “My name is Bella, daughter of South American porn star Will I. Dame. I need to see someone who I'd love to meet," Belle told them. “I've known a lot of superb gents who would have slept with only me," Susan inappropriately remarked as she winked to Bruce, her mate from her senior high school year. “Susie! Let's help the woman out. Anyway, Bella: who did you want to meet? Susie and I can fly through most of Earth in a day," Bruce said. “Most of the Earth, you say? Great! I wish to meet your best friend," Belle cheered. “Well… Bruce and I, despite arguing here and there, are the breast of friends; eh, Brucie," Susan said in a perverse way. “Well, aren't you professional," Belle joked. “Bella, I'm sorry if my wife has offended you. I know she's perverse and horny, but still; we can help you see Mark, our master," Bruce said in an apologetic manner. “Mark's his name, huh? Not too good for a name, but he sounds strong enough," Belle ignorantly said. “If you talk like that to him; the strongest man of his family; worst case scenario: he'd kill you. This is your one warning," Susan protested in jealousy and anger. “My mother was murdered, thank you very much," Belle said as she began to cry. “Oh great, Susie: you made her cry! What else do you have to say for yourself," Bruce shouted at Susan. “I'm sorry, Belle. I never knew you had a dead parent. My father died of heart failure after impregnating my mother, and she died as I was given birth to," Susan confessed. “Bella, you may fly with no one but me, if you want," Bruce told Belle in a comforting voice as he hugged her. “Bruce… Thank you," Belle said as she hugged back.
After not even half an hour, Bruce and Belle found Mark, who was watching over a previously sleeping teenage Mannrol, who was about 17 at the time. “Mark? It's been a long time since we've met," Bruce said. “I know, Brucie… So who-" Mark said and paused at the end as he laid eyes on a topless and simultaneously lactating Belle. “Um, hello…? I'm Bella, but you can call me Belle," Belle said. Mannrol wakes up and he sees his first topless woman, while ignoring what most people sometimes call morning wood. Mark turned as he heard Mannrol yawn. “Mannrol; don't look," Mark said as he covered his son's eyes. Belle giggles at this. “You two are kind of cute, especially because both of you look so alike," Belle said. “Oh…? We really do," Mark jokingly replied. “Of course: the brown-like hair, the same eyes… That son you have seems so close, yet similar to you," Belle said as she blushed. “He has never seen a topless woman, has he?" Belle seductively stated; much to Mark's embarrassment and Mannrol's newfound excitement. “He's only a teenager… I'm having him focus on something worth his entire life," Mark stated in an angered and defensive manner. “Father; what am I feeling," Mannrol asked, who felt seduced by Belle. “Oh; that emotional feeling is known as infatuation. That might explain why your penis is stiff and erect. That feeling your penis has is called an erection. Now, what you can do with an erection is insert it into a woman's vagina and thrust until you orgasm, or ejaculate. Chances are you didn't even need to thrust inside of me in order to ejaculate this time," Belle explained. This triggered Mannrol's penis to ejaculate. Mark noticed his son's cum stain and looked at Belle with pure hatred. “Happy now? You made my 17 year-old son have an orgasm, you sick pervert! Bella, consider yourself lucky we're in a place where the age of consent is 16. Mannrol; get back inside," Mark scolded both of them, although mostly at Belle.
“Mark, Mannrol would have had to learn about sexual intercourse at some point. He can't just masturbate his life away," Bruce said. “Well then, Mark: How about this; I have a problem with my breasts… You see, they keep lactating and go on, and on, and on. Fix that issue, and I'm all yours," Belle told Mark. “Forget it; you "seduced" my son and "forced" him to orgasm before he found true love! Besides, I already have a girlfriend! In fact, I could kill you right here and right now for trespassing," Mark states in an even more outraged voice as he holds a knife to her neck, prepared for following through on his threat. “Mark, stop: she didn't mean to upset you; she, just like you, lost her mother during her early years. Besides, who says you can't have two girlfriends? Furthermore, Susie was topless around you when you were 17 and in Illinois! But that's aside from the point. Mannrol will have sexual feelings, whether or not you like it. Plus, those jugs Susie has were mine to begin with anyway," Bruce scolded Mark right back with, who ceases his weapon as he sighs. “Look, chances are that I worry too much about my son; after all, he's the only son who I have had, but with a woman who was full of mal-intent. (He looks at Belle.) So why aren't you wearing a shirt," Mark asked. “I never had any: my father homeschooled me all my life, until he, my brother, and I were separated. Chances are you have had things to struggle through as well," Belle said. “Oh, I have; ever wondered what it's like spending most of your early childhood years blind, full of IVs, and on the urge of death," Mark asked, reconsidering his option to flat-out kill her for trespassing nearby his home. “Mark…? I'm deeply horrified to know that. I only come in peace, not for arguments. I wish to help you, not cause any further trouble. I'm sorry about the outrage Bruce and I caused," Belle said in tears. “Belle? (He thinks about what he said earlier.) Well, let's get inside," Mark said. “What about your son and girlfriend?" Belle said. “My girlfriend's already asleep, and Mannrol is likely showering right now. They might be fine for now," Mark replied with a slowly formed smile. “Well, what are we waiting for? I'm prepared to be your right-hand woman, lactating until my last breath," Belle exclaimed with joy. “What? You're saying that, even after I threatened to kill you," Mark said surprised. “Well, I have no purpose…My brother's probably dead, my father's an extremist, and my mother is already dead. (Belle presses her breasts together.) Please, have mercy on me and let me stay with you. I shouldn't have to die without importance outside of my family," Belle pleaded to Mark, who now feels sympathy. “Fine… I'll let you stay, but remember this! My son isn't supposed to be your toy boy, or however the toxic females like you see him as these days. Flirt with him, and you're dead," Mark warned her, still feeling reluctant to trust Belle. “Mark, I don't want your son to be my toy boy, but someone who I can love for the rest of my life, but I would preferably, and even more honestly, wish to be his eternal wife. I know you have your girlfriend, and I'm willing to accept that. Don't think it's just your son who I've got the hots for, however," Belle confessed as she lactated into two gigantic bowls. “Chances are that another side of him knows he has yet to meet the love of his life," Mark tells her as he foreshadows his son's marriage. “Oh all right. I could show you how the French make out," Belle suggested. “I've always wanted to try French kissing," Mark confessed to her. After a long night of sexual foreplay and even intercourse, Mark and Belle end up conceiving a child. “Take good care of him [the child]… Oh, and here's a case of $1,000,000.00 I have just for the son who will pass your family's legacy," Mark said as he impregnated his brand new right-hand woman. “Are you sure you don't want me to get an abortion," Belle said with a concerned look on her face. “Belle, if you did that, I'd have to kill you. End that kid's life, and you're off to Hell," he warned her.
From genuine hatred to love, Mark is glad he did not have to kill Belle. "Belle, thanks for having forgiven me for what I've said at the time," Mark said. "Listen, Darling; you've made my life better," she said. "So, still enjoy tit-fucking billionaires like me," he asked. Belle grinned. "Actually, it's still just you who I'll have sex with," she said. As the couple snuggled and French-kissed, Belle happily ran her tongue along Mark's left cheek. "Think your wife will get mad if she knew we're still boyfriend/girlfriend, even though you've married a Garchomp," Belle asked Mark. "She has been understanding," he said. As Belle kissed Mark, she moaned when Mark groped her big butt. They pulled their tongues out each others' mouths for talking or flirting. "Don't those hands love your nice curves," he teased. "Oh, I'm sure they'll love the feel," she said. "So how does it feel, getting fucked by the man who didn't always like you," Mark asked curiously. "It feels extremely awkward, but I'm glad the love's now from both sides," she said. "Belle, that's because I've been finding reasons to love you," he said. Belle smiled as she felt important to her love. "Thank you, Darling; you're my current motive to live life and wear this ring I got from you as a great gift," she said with a grin, remembering when she first saw it.
As her vagina filled with semen, Mark hugged her. "I know you're infertile now, although thanks for helping out your family population," he said. Belle blushed as Mark then played with her breasts. "Darling, thanks for sparing me from murder," she said. "If you killed me, those milky breasts wouldn't be yours," she added as Mark sucked on her breasts. He was hungry from their love-making, so Belle happily breastfed the man of her dreams. "So, what's my motherly breast-milk like," she flirted playfully. Mark enjoyed being breastfed by her; to say her breast-milk is delicious to Mark would be an understatement. It was extremely healthy and fresh, just how he loves her milk. As Belle's vagina dripped with semen, she moaned flirtatiously as Mark suckled her milky nipples. He really hated udders, so these breasts were Belle's lactating, creamy jugs he could suck. Belle loves breastfeeding her boyfriend, since he helped solve her chronic lactation. Plus, somebody's gotta help make use of her breasts and the milk.
After Mark finished sucking her tits, he orally stimulated her pink nipples with his tongue, which helped squirt out the last of her milk. "Didn't that take only half an hour," she asked. "Sure did, but I think it's great if you make pounds of milk in one day," he said as his tongue playfully tickled her erect nipples, along with their areolas. "You're making me wetter, Darling! Keep it up, I think I'll ejaculate, too," she said. He couldn't stop sexually pleasuring her; she was going to orgasm from Mark's sexual tickles and his tongue. Belle did ejaculate and she squirmed as she came. "Fuck yes, Darling! This is genuinely arousing," she screamed with pure joy. After Belle's orgasm, their French-kissing returned. What could stop them by now? When all was said and done, they were exhausted, yet sexually aroused. "Thank you, Mark," Belle happily panted. "Don't worry about it," Mark replied. As they go in separate showers, they haven't forgotten how Mark's wife is a cuck.