The Milk Fic Novels & Stories

She warns, cutting me off and taking a swig of her Milk. “Ninjas.” I finish happily and put my hands up to defend myself. “I dare you to come at me. I’ve been training for years.” She takes another sip of milk while I make a karate chopping motion and high pitched 'Hi-yah' “I’m practically invisible, it was a colossal achievement for me” Mia can’t help but laugh as she spews her milk and her attention turns to above my shoulder than her milk flies over my head, raining down on me and splashing none other than Cameron Davis.

Now Playing - Justin Bieber : U Smile 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 "So, what's you have been drinking milk all this time?" "Huh?" "The milk of pregnant woman. What have you been drinking all this time?" I bit my lip. Oh, please, mention one of the brands of pregnant women's milk. I'm entirely blind to it. I deliberately turned in all directions for a reason.

“No, it’s not that at all, Luke.” “Oh. Okay.” “Are you not interested to know what it is?” she asked. “Of course, but I figured you wouldn’t tell me.” “I want you to know, Luke.” “Okay, what is it?” he asked. “It’s special milk,” she told him as she touched her breasts. “What, like goat’s milk?” “Not quite goats, no,” she said, touching her breasts again. “Okay, I don’t know. What it is then?” “Oh, come on Luke, it’s my milk,” she told him as she ran a finger down his chest.

The milk inside sloshed, a promise of nourishment and comfort. As the bottle toppled and spilled its creamy contents onto the cold surface below, the cat eagerly lapped at the liquid, blissfully unaware of the danger lurking within. Within seconds, an ominous transformation began—the once pure white milk turned a shocking shade of blue, a vivid hue that spelled doom. A shiver raced down the cat's spine as it sensed something was amiss. The intoxicating scent of the milk now hung heavy in the air, tinged with a metallic bitterness. Its instinct screamed danger, but it was too late.

“You have the scent of milk on you, I can smell it from a mile away.” “Impossible, I don’t have milk on me, how could I smell like that?”

"You're not in East LA anymore. You're in Big Bear. Here we use our milk frothers to make it, and I keep forgetting, but up here it's referred to as hot cocoa, not chocolate." "Milk frother?" Standing this close to her in the kitchen, looking at that playful smile, and God if those eyes didn't still do something to him, Gio had to remind himself this was Felix's girl—well, one of them—but still. She was completely off limits. Not even flirting would be acceptable. "Yeah, it's what makes the chocolate milk all foamy and, oh, so delicious." She pulled the milk out of the fridge as her expression went all doe-eyed, bringing back memories of her in high school.

It also made Miya seem to fidget in fear that Damian was no longer as relaxed as usual. “Yes, Mr. Sawyer.” Miya's hands squeezed each other behind the dining table. “Do you know what milk is?” Damian's question was answered with a slow shake of his head, Miya's lowered gaze, and more attention to her hands intertwined. “I was once poisoned by milk and until now, I'm traumatized that I can no longer drink milk. But if it's processed milk I can still consume it,” Miya said quietly. Hoping Damian would stop looking at her with that look. Horrible. Really.

At one time, he even wiped the milk that trickled down my breast with the tip of my finger, and to my surprise, put it inside his mouth to taste. “It’s delicious!” He exclaimed, then he wiggled his brows toward me. “So that’s why Cirala loves your milk so much.” Again, he placed the tip of his finger under my free nipple and scooped the milk from it, making me gasp in the onslaught of sensation. “This is the best turn-on,” Alaric told me seriously. His eyes never left my exposed nipple as milk continuously trickled from it, wetting my shirt. “Alaric!” I chastised him, feeling the atmosphere in the room change.

"Now, be a good son and free your mother's breasts from the milk." Cedric sat up on the bed and brought his lips to her hard swollen nipple with droplets of white liquid. His nose twitched, catching a faint, sweet scent. He instinctively turned his head, his lips searching. His mouth found the soft warmth of her breast, and he latched on. The first drop of milk touched his tongue--a taste unlike anything else. It was rich, and soothing, carrying a warmth that spread through his body. The world around Cedric slowed.

This made the maidservants even more frightened. Right then, Felicia suddenly made a sound, picking up a small fragment from the ground and saying, "What is this?" The maidservant Annabel laughed, "Young Miss, this is the cheese Madam often eats." Moose cheese was highly esteemed. Not only did it invigorate the body, but it also nourished the blood and could calm the mind. Its taste was quite bitter, so typically, it was cooked with duck soup or cut into slices and consumed with tea. On this point, Felicia was well aware, so why was she asking? Everyone found it odd.