Lactation Kink Books Novels & Stories

“Say it.” “Yours!” I scream as another wave crashes, the whole tower shaking. “Your bride—your mate—your everything—” Two smaller tentacles latch onto my nipples and start sucking hard. Milk sprays out (sweet, warm, glowing faintly), and I didn’t even know I could lactate until right this second. “Fuck yes,” he groans, mouth descending on one breast, drinking deep while the tentacles keep milking the other. “Giving me everything. Milk, come, your womb—mine.”

Releasing the taut nipple with a pop, he focused his attention to the other, suckling on it like a child a he kneaded the previous one. All I could do was mewl and whimper, feeling my essence run down my thighs and my insides burn. My face grew red in mortification but Kieran didn't seem to care as he continued to manhandle my breasts, giving it his undivided attention. I began to grind my hips into the air, doing my best to push my body to his, needing him to get me out of my misery.

She swept her cups aside to give his mouth access to her swollen nipples. Suddenly he felt an urgency to show Lisa that he could fuck just as well as she could. If she wanted to put on a show, then so could he. Lifting up Kathy’s skirt he found her panties matching the lacy bra and she gasped when he pushed them aside and sunk two fingers into her.

He latched on and suckled greedily, tongue flicking, hands cradling the weight of her as she moaned through clenched teeth. The rush of milk was immediate, hot against his tongue, and he drank like he couldn’t get enough. “God,” Irixiah gasped, one hand gripping the blanket, the other threading into his hair. “That’s not what they mean by feeding kink, you know.” Callum chuckled against her skin, and the vibration made her shudder. “It is now.” His hand slid over her belly, then lower, between her thighs again. She was already wet, hot and slick, clenching around nothing. He didn’t even need to tease. One finger slid in easily, curling deep. She gasped again.

Kathrine bit her lower lip. Stacy's jaw dropped, then she burst into laughter, poking Katherine's side. "Oh, Kat! Your dominant hunk wants to turn you into his personal milk machine? That's hot as hell, kinky, but possible with hormones, you know you need to see your gynac for that or if you're pregnant. Bet he'd love sucking you off while you lactate." She teased relentlessly, mimicking a suckling motion. "Imagine him pinning you down, latching on while he fucks your wet pussy. You'd be dripping for him."

The way their soft bodies collided as they hugged, their sloppy clits glided over each other as they kissed them together made my nipples ache so badly. I spread my legs on the bed, laptop in between my legs, as I leaned backward one hand holding my weight. I shifted my already soaked panties to the side as I wet my fingers with my drooling pussy juice . Smack smack smack. The sloppy sound of clits gliding smoothly echoed over my headset. I shut my eyes tightly. Rubbing and plucking my erect engorged clit as I watched. I spread my legs wider, my rubbing pace increasing with increased tension and stomach tightening feeling.

Kinks: Blackmail fantasy, public risk, oral worship, glasses kink. In the hushed, dimly lit expanse of the grand library, the scent of aged parchment and dusty tomes filled the air. The soft hum of the fluorescent lights overhead cast a cool glow on the polished wooden floors. Among the towering shelves, Laila, the librarian, was engrossed in a book, her eyes hidden behind her thick-rimmed glasses. Her fingers traced the pages, her cheeks flushed with a secret pleasure as she lost herself in the smutty tale.

He pounded merciless, wet slaps echoing, hips grinding my clit every stroke. The tattooed guy knelt beside us, grabbed my tits and squeezed them together. “Boob job time for these milky jugs.” He spat between them, slid his fat cock in and started fucking my cleavage hard. Milk squirted out with every thrust, coating him, making everything slick and nasty. “Yeah lactate for me, you breeding cow.”

Grabbing her tail, he used it to trace circles around one of her breasts, slowly working in toward the space between her nipples. Tink sighed, grabbing Mike's shaft with her free hand, using his precum as lubricant to stroke him. They were both breathing hard, working each other up. Mike pushed his fingers into hers, attempting to part her emerald folds and fill her up even more. Tink slid one of her fingers out, allowing him to work one of his in. Her fingers didn't reach as far as his, and he was able to rub her second clit while her fingers frantically rubbed the first one.

My lace bra is exposed, nipples already hard and straining against the sheer fabric. His fingers hook into the cups and pull down hard, my breasts spilling free into his waiting palms. His mouth descends hot and wet, closing over one of my nipples, sucking fiercely, his teeth scraping the sensitive peak, sending lightning straight to my clit until I cry out. He bites just enough to mark, then soothes with his tongue before moving to the other breast, repeating the torment until I’m writhing and clenching my thighs with need. I feel the sting bloom into throbbing pleasure as he bites down just enough to mark.