Chapter 3

His warm, wet mouth closed completely around my already swollen left nipple.

The feeling hit all at once—hot, wet, a slightly rough tongue pressing right against it. I shivered and my fingers clenched the sheets without thinking.

He started gentle, just holding it in his mouth like he was testing the waters. His tongue circled slowly around the areola, licking up the milk that had already leaked out. Every time the flat of his tongue dragged over the sensitive tip, a little jolt shot straight from my chest down to my stomach. I couldn’t stop the soft breath that slipped out.

Then he really started to suck.

Not the soft way a baby does. This was a grown man, hungry and rough, almost greedy. His mouth tightened hard. A strong pull dragged my nipple deeper inside. I could feel the milk being pulled from deep in the ducts. It felt swollen and sore, yet somehow so good my legs went weak.

“Ah…” A soft moan slipped out. My hips lifted on their own.

Milk poured into his mouth in thick streams. His throat worked as he swallowed. The sound was too clear in the quiet room. Every time he swallowed, my chest trembled a little. He sucked so hard my nipple stretched long and swollen, trapped in the heat of his mouth, getting rolled and squeezed over and over.

I could feel myself leaking without stopping.

It felt strange. One part of me went numb and full from the sucking, while deeper down my body got wetter and wetter with no control. The insides of my thighs were already slick. Every hard pull of his mouth made me clench below, like an invisible string tied everything together.

“G… slower… please…” My voice shook, but my hand pressed the back of his head, pushing him tighter against my chest.

He didn’t slow down.

Instead he caught the nipple lightly between his teeth, bit down just enough, then sucked hard again. The mix of pain and pleasure made my whole body go tight. My toes curled. More milk came out. My chest felt both full and empty at the same time, like he was slowly draining me, and somehow that felt good too.

I watched him while I tried to catch my breath. My chest still rose and fell. The nipple he’d just finished with was red and swollen, trembling a little in the air.

He lifted his head. A bit of white still clung to his lips. The gold in his eyes looked too bright in the dim light.

The heat toxin seemed quieter now, but the way he looked at me was hungrier than when he was poisoned.

He stared at the shiny, swollen tips. His thumb pressed gently, spreading the leftover milk, then he leaned down and licked that last drop away too.

A second later his mouth was on mine. This kiss was different. Not the desperate one from before. This one was clearer, more focused, more demanding. His tongue pushed in and carried the leftover milk taste with it.

His hands pulled the rest of my clothes away. Not rushed, but sure. The shirt went somewhere. The skirt got pushed up around my waist. When his fingers touched the soaked fabric between my legs, he let out a quiet, almost satisfied sound.

“So wet already…” He pressed lightly through the cloth, feeling how I trembled.

I wanted to hide my face, but he caught my chin and made me look at him.

“Look at me,” he said, voice low. “Tell me if I can keep going.”

I nodded. My voice was almost too soft to hear. “…Yes.”

He pulled the wet fabric aside right away. Two fingers slid easily into the heat. Wet sounds filled the quiet. My body tightened, but his other hand held my hip so I couldn’t pull away.

“Relax,” he murmured against my ear. His fingers turned and pressed inside, finding that sensitive spot and rubbing it again and again. “You’re gripping too tight.”

I could only make small broken sounds. More milk started leaking from the earlier stimulation, sliding down my chest. He lowered his head again, took one side into his mouth, and kept sucking while his fingers moved faster inside me.

The climax hit hard and fast. My head fell back. A muffled cry left my throat. My body clenched hard around his fingers. More milk sprayed out in the middle of it, landing on his lips and chin.

He didn’t wait for me to recover. He pulled his fingers out and opened his pants.

When that part of him sprang free, my breath stopped for a second. It was thick and heavy, the tip already wet, looking almost too much in the low light. The toxin might have quieted, but the want clearly hadn’t.

He took himself in hand and rubbed the head slowly against my entrance. My hips lifted on their own, trying to catch him.

Then he pushed in all the way.

I felt stretched full at once. Tears sprang to my eyes. He was too big, reaching so deep it felt like he touched the end of me. He stopped, forehead against mine, breathing hard, holding himself back.

Then he started to move.

At first it was controlled. Almost all the way out, then a slow hard thrust back in. Soon the rhythm broke. He gripped my waist and pulled me onto him, harder, deeper with every stroke. The bed frame protested. My sounds broke apart under the force.

Milk kept leaking with every impact, smeared between our chests into sticky trails. He bent down again, sucked hard while he thrust, swallowing whatever new milk came out.

“G… too deep…” I cried, nails digging red lines into his back.

He breathed against my skin. “Hold on… you’re so hot inside… so tight…”

Suddenly he turned me over, put me on my stomach, and entered me from behind. The angle went even deeper. Every thrust hit the most sensitive place straight on. I tried to crawl forward but he dragged me back by the hips. I had no strength left to fight it.

Climax after climax crashed through me. I lost count of how many times I sobbed his name, or how much milk he took. All I knew was that every time he got close he sucked harder on my nipple, like he wanted to take all of me.

When he finally came, hot pulses flooded deep inside.

His body locked tight over mine. I felt his breath burn against the side of my neck, right where the pulse jumped. His teeth scraped the skin there for half a second, sharp and desperate. Then he tore his head away with a rough sound and bit down on the pillow.

He stayed heavy on my back, breathing hard, still pulsing inside me.

Only our rough breathing filled the room, mixed with the thick smell of milk and sex.

A long time later he pulled out slowly and turned me to face him.

The gold was completely gone. Only deep blue eyes remained, clear, but still carrying leftover hunger.

That was around the time I finally passed out.