#increase lactation

[nkogneatho]

— 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐖, 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐍

—characters: gojo, toji, geto, sukuna, nanami, choso

—cw: lactation ofc, fem!reader, nicknames, aphrodisiac (the milk), intoxication, masturbation, semi-public, dry humping.

—a/n: i have officially surprised myself with how insane i can really be. ya gurl so thirsty she created her own universe where men gib milkies 🧍🏽‍♀️

introduction to the universe:

Evolution took place a little differently in this universe. A mutation caused hormonal presence that triggers monthly lactation in men for 3 to 5 days, and it usually starts in their early 20s. It is studied that it does not serve any purpose of feeding like female lactation, but might be an indicator to arousal, and even a mating call due to accurate findings of natural aphrodisiacs in the milk produced by the thin gland located in a breast. It also pains a lot and causes swelling of nipples. While scientific advancements have yet to develop a pill that might solve this problem, the most effective natural method to be proven is letting another person suck it.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

It had been quite a long day at work. You knew you were the last to arrive home when you found his boots messed on the floor.

“Toru?” You called out his name, failed to receive a response. “Toru, baby, ' m home.” The wooden door of the shoe cabinet creaked as you closed it after placing the footwear in their place.

The house smelled…sweeter, felt warmer than usual. Making your way to the bedroom, you found clothes scattered on the floor near the entrance. The door was ajar which means your eyes had quick access to what was happening.

“Fuck! Ah! Ah! Mhmm.” You watched in surprise as your boyfriend kept fisting his cock, but wait. Something was different. You moved closer and found his hands squeezing his tits, milk oozing and drenching his naked body. But his heat doesn't arrive until next week. You thought. It was not uncommon for heats to arrive irregularly. It only meant that his hormone level had increased due to sexual frustration. Your eyes scanned his position, his movements. A hand reaching down to rub the wetness forming between your legs. You couldn't take it anymore.

“Need a hand?” You asked, announcing yourself in the room to let the man know he wasn't alone.

“Oh fuck! I thought I locked the door,” he panicked, yet he didn't remove his from his cock, just another arm covering his chest.

“And deprive me of this treat? I don't think so, baby.” You walked closer until you were hovering over him, kissing softly. Heat always has Satoru acting needy and you knew it.

“Touch me, doll. Please.” You smiled at his eagerness.

“I will do more than just touch.” Slapping his wrist away that were blocking the view of his lovely tits, you pushed him until he was laying flat. Your clothed pussy grinding in his naked cock as you leaned and took one of his nipples in your mouth.

“F-fuck.” he stuttered. “Don't. I am early this month. The flow is too much—ngh—you'll get high.” As if that was going to stop you? You started sucking more aggressively. He was right. The flow really was too much because you found yourself gulping a mouthful of his sweet milk, as your other hand reached down jerked his cock.

“Baby…ah! Keep doing that. I am close.” He is so silly to think he can relieve himself on his own when it never works. “Holy fhhuuck! Gonna c—aahhh!” You watched as he arched his back, white spurts covering your hands and other white liquid wetting your jaw. You sat up, removing your top as you already felt dizzy.

“We're not done, Toru. Wan'you to fuck me nasty while I suck your milk.” And he was hard again at your words.

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

You loved spring. It was your favorite season to go out. Not too cold. Not too hot. Just the perfect amount of wind and sun. Apparently, it is also a perfect season for outdoor dates. You and Toji preferred to stay in most of the time but the cherry blossoms were too precious to be enjoyed from your windows or TV screen.

“Toji, you ready?” you asked your husband, packing things in your cute pink purse.

“Uhm, princess? Think we might need to cancel the date.” His muffled voice emerged through the bedroom.

“What?” You yelled as you stomped to the bedroom. “What do you mean we might need to c—oh…" Your legs stopped, body taken aback as you stared at his shirtless body, tone muscles and triceps flexing as he squeezed his tits, squirting the milk out.

“I am over-lactating.”

“What happened to the breast cups?”

“Look at me princess. 'm leaking too much. They ain't gon' hold it. Agh fuck!” He spat angrily as you watched the milk travel down his abs, covering it in sweetness.

“Fuck the date. I have a better plan.” You winked at him.

“Shit. Calm down, ma—ugh. Y'er gonna bruise my tits." You were riding his cock, rocking your body back and forth on his crotch while sucking his swollen dark peachy nipples. Your hands struggled to hold his chest because they were bigger than it, causing your nails to dig into the skin.

“Mmh lvove yvour mwilk shwo mwuch.” Your dirty muffled comments vibrating on his skin.

“Y'er drunk, ma. Ya like to get drunk on daddy's milk, hmm?” He cooed, planting a spank on your ass.

“Lwove it.”

“Hm mhh,” he chuckled. “Nasty fucking girl. Move—ahh! Move faster. Need to cum.” You followed his orders, not looking up once to meet his eyes but busy soaking in the drug and flavor of his milk.

“Ngh—twoji, too much. Wan' a break.” You complained, but he was not going to let you stop. This was your plan after all.

“Nuh uh! Don't pull that now.” He grabbed your ass and started bouncing them up and down. You felt so insides bursting with pleasure, cheeks burning up, eyes rolling back. “Gonna cum, ma. Make sure this pussy drinks all my cum as you stuff your mouth with my milk—gahh! fhuck fhuck! fuuuuck!” He was talking as if you had a choice when one of his hand forced you down on his cock as he painted your hole in his cum, while the other hand pushed your face further against his tits. He watched as milk overflowed from the side of your lips. “Such a good girl f'me. You wan' more?”

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍

Sukuna tend to get a bit crazier when he was in heat. He fucked you with more strength, came a lot more than usual. It was hard to keep his mood balanced. You tried to suggest him some diet during those days of the month, but he refused to eat greens. A big man like him fancies flesh. Furthermore, why does he need a diet when he has the most proven effective method?

“K-kuna…agh! Too biiig." You cried. Sukuna had you on top of him, his big body splayed on the king-size bed—that surprisingly was almost the same size as him—your thighs trembling, kneecaps digging the mattress as you struggled to keep hi dick inside. Your head was telling you to get off it. Yet, your tight little cunt craved more of him.

“Hmm,” he chuckled. “Your pussy has a habit of biting more than she can swallow.” His teases were humiliating. Your hands rested on his chest, tongue reminiscing the sweet taste of his milk. Even though you were not completely dominant in this relationship—it is hard to be one when you are dating a man like sukuna—there were times when you initiated the things he would usually pester you about. Your lustful eyes gave him a look he hadn't seen before. Soon, he felt your hands tightening around his tits. Now he knew what you were up to.

“Want a taste, my woman?” All you could do was give a light nod because most of your strength was busy rolling your waist on his cock. “Go ahead. Suck my milk out.”

Without a second thought, you found your lips kissing his puffy pink nipples. You could feel the veins throbbing as you were suckling his juice out. Sukuna's milk was sweet with a hint of tanginess. Nevertheless, you loved it.

“Shhit! Calm down woman. I am not going anywhere.” His words were just background noise to you because all you could hear is squelching of your pussy and your slurps on his tiddie.

“Mmghh! Don't tell me you're planning on getting drunk.” His shoulders adjusted themselves to get a better position. “If you are—fuck. Then don't expect me to go easy tonight.” You unlatched your mouth from him for what seemed like after fifteen minutes to finally speak.

“Want you to ruin my pussy, kuna. Mmh,” you jerked your hips forward. “Want you to fill my mouth with milk as you do it.”

“Get off.” His tone shifted from somewhat sweet to serious. You followed his orders anyway. You both exchanged positions so now he was on top of you.

“My dirty human. Better stick to your words, darling. I am not planning on stopping until you're drenched in my cum and my milk”

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

You always knew Suguru's heat cycle. As the days approached closer, he used to become more and more whiny and clingy, arguing with you over petty things. His behavior did a 180° on these days.

Earlier today, you had a discourse over chores. He nagged at how you should keep things in place, or you won't find them when you need it. You understood where he was coming from, but the work had taken quite a toll on you that you barely had energy tonight. He just wouldn't let it go, and you grew more frustrated. You yanked him by his wrist, dragging his giant, muscular body to the shower. And here you were, stroking him off as you nibbled, and suckled on his tits. The continuous pour of warm water stimulating both of you.

“This is what you wanted, right, sugu?” you looked up, chin nuzzling in his cleavage. “Nagging me the whole day. You just wanted your tits sucked.” His brows scrunched together. A large hand approached your face, cupping your cheeks. He had his fingers digging the muscle on your face until they squished together.

“Behave,” his voice stern. “Just 'cause 'm in heat doesn't mean you hold the upper hand, baby.”

“Oh, but I do, Sugu—*spank* Ah! What was that for?”

“For teasing me. I know you love drinking my milk, princess. Get to it 'cause I can't take it nomo.” He pressed your face against one of his boobs, your nose pressured a little above the nipple, forcing the spurts of milk out.

“You gon' let it fall down the drain?” Your immediate action was to cup his tiddy with both of your hands—his chest was too big to use one—massaging all of the juice out. You opened your mouth and let it aim at your tongue.

“Fucking hell! This is why—mmghh easy, princess. 'Tis all sore.”

“I gotchu, sugu.” You eased out the movement of your hands, gently kneading them.

“Fhuuck, yes. Just like that.” Other hand travelled back down, grabbing his throbbing boner, squeezing the base as you squeezed his nipples. Geto planted a kiss on top of your head. “Holy shit. Still can't believe you're mine.” Your lips morphed into a smile, teeth still grasping his nipple. “Look at'cha. My milk's getting your high already.” He picked you up bridal style, your tongue still licking his puffed chest, as he kicked the bathroom door open that lead to your bedroom. “You got your treat. Time f'me to get mine, princess.”

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

Working 9to5, staring all day at a computer screen is what your life had been all about. You switched companies to think you might get something new to do, but to no one's surprise, it was the same. Except, this one man you were crushing on since day one.

Nanami Kento was a gentleman they described in those fairytales. Always so respectful, kind and damn he was a big feminist. Although, with him being the perfect husband material, you were still never going to cross the line because you were co-workers. That didn't mean you weren't allowed to crush.

“And then Mr. Sasaki from HR department knocked the beer over,” your TL chattered. Nanami wasn't the one to gossip, but Sakurako-san was your team leader and older than everyone. She wasn't a bad person but oh boy did she love tea. You fake gasped to give her the reaction she wanted, as you side-eyed Kento who looked a bit uncomfortable.

“Then he had the audacity to—”

“Excuse me,” Nanami withdrew halfway from the conversation he wasn't even participating in much, walking away abruptly.

After a few minutes, you decided to look for him to make sure he was alright. Of course, as a co-worker, you should. Nothing related to the heart eyes you give him, right?

You stomped towards the corridor almost making a left until you heard loud coughs reverberating through the walls of the men's washroom. You swore it was him. Furthermore, you shouldn't have gone in. What were you thinking? It was a men's washroom, for fuck's sake. But what if something happened to him? Sure.

Pushing the door in a hurry, you entered, almost tripping. “Nanami-san—” You did not whether you should be embarrassed, shocked or horrified. Maybe all three.

“Are you okay?”

“You shouldn't be here, l/n-san.” True. But seeing him squeeze his tits, and milking himself down the drain was the sight you were blessed to see. You locked the door behind, the clicking of the latch making Nanami hold his breath, “What are you doing?”

“You're going to let all that milk go to waste, Kento?” His dick twitched. You never called him by his first name, and now you were asking inappropriate questions along with calling him Kento.

“L/N-san, this isn't right—”

“Shhh. Just wanna help you. We're colleagues, aren't we?” He nodded.

Without breaking any eye contact you hopped on the counter, hands reaching for his nipples glistening with milk under the off-white light. You pressed your palm against his chest, feeling the liquid staining it, only starting to cramming the swell more. Kento lost his composure, hands falling flat on the counter, head on your shoulders. Couple of shaky breaths, fading soft moans leaving his lips. Pushing him back for a second to only latch your tongue on the dark pink bud, you were sure you're way past the appropriate relationship of just work buddies.

“L/n—ah! Can I?” He darted his eyes down where the tent peeked out his gray formal pants. You smiled. Knowing he needed friction, you adjusted your pencil skirt, and wrapped your legs around him, boner pressed against wet patch on your panties. Nanami felt like he was in heaven. He started humping against your clothed pussy, being rough contradictory to his gentle innocent touches to you before. But it was only reasonable given the fact that he was in heat.

He never knew the feeling of being milked from both ends, but now when he came, he ruined his whole expensive suit. The edges of the mustard yellow shirt becoming translucent with his milk, with a dark spot on his pants between his legs. He let out a shaky breath, apologizing as he slowly came back to his senses.

“What are you apologizing for? I started it,” you said as you hopped off the countertop. “Let me know if you ever need more help, Nanami-san.” A wink from is what caused his cheeks to turn red. “I'll bring you spare clothes from your desk.”

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

Most lactation in men started in their early twenties. Although, it wasn't unusual for some to start late. There was nothing medically wrong with them. But you've heard things about. How much more it hurts, and how more they leak on their first heat if they do get late.

You've been dating your boyfriend Choso for almost a year now. He hadn't start lactating yet, which is why you researched enough on this topic just in case. Personally, you've never been physical with men when they're in heat. Not because it is not your thing, but your relationships were too short to actually be comfortable in experiencing it. Of course, you would never do anything with Choso at his displeasure just because you wanna try it. You love him too much. But the thought would never leave your mind. What would he act like in his heat? Well, it was your lucky day. Because you came home to a whining lactating man.

“Cho…baby, are you okay?” You rushed to him in concern. Choso was on the bed, hair down with tears in his eyes as he pressed his chest together.

“Babyyy, It hurts. I don't know what is happening.” His hold on your wrist a little too tight. “Fuck. It hurts so bad. Make it stop. Leaking too much and my cock hurts too.” You could hear—feel the desperation in his voice. His cock was on full display as his boxers dangled near his ankles. The swollen tip shining with pre-cum seducing your mouth. But your mouth was needed more elsewhere. You remembered your first sex education class, how men in heat can be relieved if you milk and suck their tits. You discarded your clothes, getting bare and settling on his lap. Your hole rubbing against the body of his shaft as you pressed your tits against his, kissing his forehead.

“Cho shhh. Baby you're fine. You're just in heat. 's gonna be alright. 'm here, okay?” He sniffled as you pampered him. “Gonna take good care of my boyfie.” You left a trail of lipstick stains as you kissed his body, slowly trailing towards the puffy nipples. You looked up at him for consent, only to continue when he whispered a “please”. With your tongue darting out, you soaked in the view before licking a stripe.

“Shit,” Choso cursed. You do it a few more times until you're finally sucking on it like a popsicle. “Fuck. Ah!” It was indeed too much because with only fifteen seconds in, your mouth was already full of his milk, leaking from the corner of your lips. It wasn't a normal amount. But given the fact that it was his first, that too at this age, you brushed it off, focusing back to sucking. You gulped the milk, each sip making you dizzy. It made you grind harder against his cock, moaning along with him. His whimpers making you wet, and his dick enjoying your slippery pussy.

“Wanna cum. Please. Wanna cum, baby.” He begged and you started fastening your pace. The sheets were wet, along with your neck and tits as he shot spurts of sweet milk in your mouth that dripped down your body. Some of it sneaking its way down between his dick and your cunt. You held on to his shoulder, giving his chest a few slaps, making him rut harder against you that the bed started creaking.

“Cumming. Fuck, I am cumming. Ah! Ah! Ah! Ngh—holy fuuuuck!” Your own orgasming cunt could feel his dick twitch as it shot a load out. His hardened nipples turning soft. He immediately cupped your cheeks, pulling you up. “I love you so much, fuck. Thank you.” He said before he kissed you, his tongue lapping against yours, tasting himself on you.

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[meeda]

I started taking fenugreek for health reasons but apparently one of the side effects is that you smell like maple syrup? at least according to tiktok and amazon reviews.

it hasn’t happened to me yet but i look forward to smelling like an international house of pancakes

[artisanalpeanutbutter]

Google how do I explain to my mom that cis men can lactate without explaining to her how I found out about it (adult milking relationship copypasta on a quora post I found about something completely unrelated)

[songmingisthighs]

Baby Baby

group : ateez

pairing : alpha!san × human mate!reader

genre : smut

wc : 3.4 k

warning : mature, mdni, explicit smut; restraints, cumming untouched, rut, breeding kink (breeding need more like), lactation kink, slight cum play and cum eating, both san and mc are being degenerate pain slut mayhaps ?, unprotected sex, alpha sex, rut sex, knotting, degradation ??, don't read if you don't like or can't stand this genre

a/n : this fic is brought to you by @kitten4sannie GOADING me. I wholeheartedly blame you alyssa. whatever happens after this, blame alyssa

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You came rushing to the pack house with your baby tucked in her little blanket, sleeping so soundly like an angel which was an utter contrast to the situation that you were facing. You had been rushing so much that you changed into a flimsy shirt and a long boho-esque skirt. You were barely at the front door and yet you could hear the sound of your husband's screams, filling the silence in the air, and making the whole area seem haunted.

Upon entry, you were greeted by Seonghwa who immediately took your little princess in his arms and Yeosang who welcomed you. "How bad is it?" you asked, taking your coat before handing it over along with your bag to Yeosang. Hongjoong came rounding from the kitchen upon hearing you and from the look on his face, you knew this was a bad one. "(y/n), are you sure you want to handle him?" Hongjoong asked, worriedly looking between you and your sleeping daughter, whose fluffy wolf ears twitched at the sound of the commotion but remained in her slumber. You simply shrugged, "He's my husband, this is nothing I haven't experienced before," you said as you tried to push past Hongjoong to go to the basement. Before you could go past him, he held you back and made you look at him, "This is unlike his previous ruts, (y/n). He's... He's going over the rails and it's triggered by you giving birth," he explained. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, "But I gave birth like a long time ago. For fuck's sake, we're close to Hyemi's first birthday." With arms raised, Hongjoong could only shrug, "All I know is that the doctor told us that this is like an anti-postpartum depression. He's more aggressive, more needy, and frankly his sexual stamina is beyond anything I've ever seen and he was already a nutjob in that department."

Hearing Hongjoong's explanation made your heartbeat increase both from worry but also from... excitement? You knew what San is capable of and you knew the others knew as well. So for Hongjoong to be so concerned, you could only imagine what the extent of San's state is like.

After kissing your daughter on the forehead and allowing Seonghwa to take her over to the hunting cabin so she would be away from all the noise, you marched down to the basement only to see a sight that made you gasp.

Under the moonlight and a single lightbulb near the door, San, your dear husband, was shirtless and his limbs were restrained by metal chains that ran from the corners of one side of the wall. You wanted to ask why he was put in such a state but when you closed the door, you had seen how the small window that allows people to peek in was shattered on the ground and the handle on the door was bent, flattened even. You couldn't explain why that made you wet and you felt like you couldn't fixate on that considering the situation. But the sight of the shambled surrounding was not as surprising as seeing San staring, or glaring, at you, straining against the chains so hard that his veins were popping.

"Honey, I knew that was you. I could smell you from the moment you stepped out of the car," San shuddered, eyes glazing and his fists clenching, "Have you come for me, pretty? You came for your alpha didn't you?" he chuckled darkly. You swallowed nervously but San knew that you were aroused seeing him with his shirtless, glistening chest and very very tight jeans, especially with a VERY distracting protrusion in the dark patch in his crotch. No matter how much you had been with San, the sight of him half naked and so animalistic always made you blush. "Honey, I'm so thirsty," San whimpered and as if it was an automatic trigger, you abandoned your position and rushed to San, cupping his face gently only to gasp at how feverish he felt, "Oh sweetie, you're burning up! I'll go get you some water." You were about to detach away from him but he growled and dropped his head on your shoulder, making you stand still in your spot. "I am thirsty but not for that, my love. I'm thirsty for you."

Slowly, you felt San's head turn and he let out a shaky exhale that made tingles ran down your spine. Your eyes fluttered close when San's tongue joined in to lick your skin around your neck almost strategically pressing into your weak points which made your knees buckled and since San didn't have his freedom, you had to cling onto his body. The proximity made San smirk against your skin because now he was able to grind into your core, allowing you to feel how wet and hard he had become. "F-fuck, Sannie-" "Can you feel that? Can you feel how hard I am? I've been waiting for you mama and I can't take it anymore. Do you know how many times I've cum in my pants? Do you know how many times my cum has been wasted? I could've been breeding you over and over, make you a mommy again because fuck, we did such a great job with the first one," San panted heavily into your ear as he winced from pain and need, "Love, I need to put another baby in you, I want to put a baby in you."

Your mind was in such a hazy state because his body's warmth was luring you in like a faux safety net but the way he was humping your leg with his cock that seemed to be engorged due to both arousal and his heat. "Sannie, baby, y-your cock-" "It's asking for you, mama. It wants you. Please, please, please, let it bury itself inside your sweet sweet cunt and breed it with another pup. It's been so long and it hurts, it hurts so good," His words were like melted butter in your ears, absolutely making you weak and you were sure that your panties were effectively ruined with your slick but also from the way San was rubbing his jeans-clad crotch onto you. You couldn't deny the increasing need- no, want for him. It HAD been some time since you got intimate all thanks to your baby girl. You and he had been so focused on taking care of her and letting your body heal that the most you two have done was letting San suck on your tits while dry-humping you. So you two were stuck in a hard situation. Literally.

In your state of utter oblivion, you somehow managed to refocus yourself enough to look at the way San was straining. He had been whispering pleas and sweet nothings, buttering you up to let him relieve his rut on you, you missed the way he was straining so hard that you swore he was so close to breaking the restraints like they were made of popsicle sticks.

"Poor baby," San's mouth stopped its work on your skin the moment you replied coherently, "You've been waiting for me for so long, haven't you? Settling for minuscule action while I got better, you took such good care of me... Alpha." You had to suppress a moan when you felt San's cock twitch as his hip ground harder into your crotch, accidentally stimulating your clit against the barrier. "Yes, yes, yes, baby, I will take such good care of you. You saw how much of a great husband I could be with our first, imagine me with our second. So please, please let me out of this misery and let me fuck another baby into you."

Cursing, you pushed away from San slightly and took off your shirt before dropping down to kneel in front of his crotch. San watched you with keen eyes as your hands deftly moved to release him from his confines. The moment his cock was freed, you saw it bob before it stood straight up, slapping him right on his stomach, his residual cum smearing and splattering from the impact, some even landed on your cheek but you couldn't care. How could you care when your husband's cock was staring at you almost tauntingly? You swore his cock was larger than you remembered. The tip, a shade of angry red, and his balls seemed full of cum.

"Fuck, alpha, you're going to break me," you breathed.

Though unintentional, your breath hit his stiff cock and before you could react, San came untouched. Spurts of his cum hit you on your face making you gasp in surprise. "Fuck!" San grunted as he rode off his high, allowing his balls to empty out yet again. The amount of cum that San let out was astonishing as it seem almost endless. It made you imagine San shooting that much cum when he finished inside you. Just from the looks of it, you knew that that climax you and San will soon share would be sloppy and messy and you can't wait. Your cunt clenching with anticipation.

"Fuck, baby, why did you have to tease me like that, you slut? You just had to goad your alpha knowing that he's in restraints, huh? You really think you could take advantage of the situation I'm in huh?" San growled, snapping his hips forward so that his cock slapped you in the mouth, smearing his fresh cum around as if to mark and humiliate you. "Sorry alpha, I didn't mean to. I was just so... Amazed with your cock, I just wanna..." You trailed off as your lips slowly enveloped the hard appendage. The moment your wam mouth made contact with San's cock, he immediately almost lost control. Your tongue was caressing his cock all around so good that his hips started moving, grounding itself against your mouth as if it was addicted to you just as much as you were addicted to tasting San again. It was hard, and it wasn't just the stiffness of the cock, but his engorged size trying to stuff itself inside your mouth was almost too much. Your jaw was hurting but the pain was too delicious, you were struggling but you wanted more of it, you wanted it wholly and you wanted it so bad. San's hips made it hard for you to lick the cum clean from his dick but you made do with what you can. "Look at my mate. My pretty, pretty mate, so fucking beautiful and so fucking needy for her alpha," San's tongue darted out to lick his chapped bottom lip and as he did, he could almost taste you in the air, "And look at you being so needy," he chuckled darkly, seeing the way your hips sway back and forth and then around as if to look for friction for your very empty cunt. "Can't wait to fill you up, baby. Can't wait to pound that sweet pussy once again," he moaned.

Hearing him so needy for you, you couldn't help but let out a whimper and immediately scrambled up. "You want to fill me up, alpha? I'll give you what you want," you grabbed the edges of your skirt and hiked it up so you could easily took your panties off and fling it across the room. With his senses heightened, the smell of your free cunt made San's eyes roll to the back of his head and his hips gyrate in your direction. "Come on, come on, come on mama, stop torturing me and let me fuck you so good and so deep, your tummy would bulge out. I'm gonna make sure you'll get good and pregnant"

You couldn't even get properly and wholly naked as you were just that desperate and needy for San. So with one edge of your skirt still hiked, you hooked your left leg around his strong right thigh and your right hand reached under to slip his tip right at your entrance. "I'm ready alpha, I'm ready for you to take me and fill me up," you panted, pressing your forehead against his while you prepared yourself mentally to take his cock inside you. San rolled his hip once and his bulbous tip slipped inside you so easily thanks to your arousal, his residual cum, and your spit, mixing together creating the perfect lubricant. "Oh fuck," you whimpered, your arms circling around San's neck so tightly, catching him in a vice grip, "You're s-so big, t-too big!" you gasped the more it slipped inside you.

San was faring no better. Having gone through the first night of his rut by himself and flooding his mind with the thought and memories of your cunt, he was going through 10 emotions all at once because he finally got to feel the real deal. Being chest-to-chest with San allowed you to feel his heart beating so hard and quick you were afraid that it would break out of his ribcage. However, your worry about him breaking something was misplaced because while you were trying to slowly get yourself ready to take him whole inch by inch, San's patience snapped. His wolf was crying out to breed you and he deemed that he needed more and he needed it right then and there.

"San! Oh my- Fuck!!" You screeched when San bottomed out inside you with one smooth move. Your arms held onto him tighter while his thighs trembled, the pleasure was overwhelming him, almost sending his head to an empty state. "Baby, my love, my mate, thank you for giving your body to me."

You weren't even accustomed to him just yet but he had started fucking you with such fervor that it took everything in you to keep your mental faculties intact and held onto him for dear life. For the life of you, you couldn't even begin to think about how San managed to fuck you even with his limbs restrained but even such thought easily slipped from your mind as all other coherent mental processes were getting fucked out of you. "A-alpha please!" you weren't sure what you were pleading for because while it hurt, the pain was too pleasurable and you truly believed that you would have gone insane had he pulled back. Not that you think he could. When you pulled away slightly, you saw the way San was staring at you with dilated pupils, his eyes even seemingly turned into a shade of gold though you were not so sure due to the dimness of the room and your body being shaken up and down like a shaker. You could feel it, you could feel his cock deep inside you. The movement allowed him to go deeper and deeper, and you were sure that his tip was coaxing your cervix to open ever so slowly as evidenced by the dull probing feeling in your lower belly area. Even the thought of his cock prying you open to accommodate his agenda made your head feel like it was swimming.

Pleasure coursed through your body almost to the maximum extent within minutes but you held on, you wanted to hold on for your husband. "Fuck, I miss this," San growled, chuckling darkly, "How did I manage to not fuck you every night? It was wrong of me to let you experience even one day without being my little cumdump, my fleshlight, my most precious little doll toy." The way he reduced you to nothing but a plaything made your cunt clench, causing San's movement to halt and his breath hitch. "Honey, don't do that, I might cum too soon," he said through gritted teeth. You moaned and dropped your head back, exposing your neck to your husband, "And is that such a bad thing, love? Come on, cum in me, you promised to fill me up so full, right?"

The encouragement effectively pushed San's inner wolf to completely take over because the next thing you know, San ripped the right cup of your bra off, exposing your breast and your perked nipple before latching his mouth on it and he resumed his fucking. Not many words were exchanged between the two of you, all sorts of communication was in the form of moans, groans, and grunts. Especially you, who was up on cloud 9 from both penetrating and sucking stimulation. San was fucking you stupid while his mouth was feasting on your breastmilk. You took a peek down to see white dribbling down San's chin a bit too calmly while his hips never stopped their work on your cunt. The intensity of the pleasure sent you reeling and you could feel you were teetering on the edge of a climax. Your limbs contorted around San even tighter so much so that you were practically floating, two bodies being supported by one and at this moment you were very much glad that San's animalistic side had taken over perhaps completely.

"F-fuck, San! Sannie! Alpha! I-I-" You wanted to tell him that you were cumming but the words were stuck in your throat. San, too preoccupied with the taste of you on his tongue, didn't bother answering but he simply bit down on your breast. The sharp pain caused you to let your control slip and then and there you came undone. Your body shook as you climaxed, your jaw unhinged and you let out a loud cry while your cunt unknowingly let out spurts of clear liquid.

San always loved it when you climaxed because your scent became more powerful and your body writhed about that sent his animalistic side into a frenzy as it paralleled his high when he caught a prey; so pliant, so submissive, so... helpless. Your orgasm served to only goad San even more as he never stopped his movement, never even faltering for a single beat. "Yes, we're so close, baby, so close," San smirked after gulping down your milk. His sharp canine dragged on your sternum in a menacing way that made it even hotter for some reason. You were already so spent and to be frank, the constant friction was becoming almost too much. Your legs were starting to cramp and your arms were slowly going numb. As glad as you were for cumming, knew you couldn't handle another one so soon, especially when you felt his knot forming.

"Alpha, alpha! Cum in me p-please! I- I can't take it anymore!" you whined, gripping him so hard that his back bore the red streaks of your nails that dug into his skin. "Yes, mama, yes. I'll cum in you, I'm cumming in you, fuck! I'm gonna get you nice and pregnant!" San announced loudly before his hips stuttered once more and his mouth latched back onto your breast. Along with his teeth digging into your soft flesh, you felt warm liquid being spurted out directly into your womb, filling you rather quickly and your mind floated back to the amount of cum San had let out not even too long ago. San's cum and knot were filling you up so stupidly good that you didn't even have any more energy to scream so you simply dropped your head onto his shoulder. Your senses were filled with San experiencing his true release after holding back for so long.

San happily sucked more of your milk, ensuring that your breast would be drained and very darkly marked, while he happily let his knot rest inside you.

Although you were still being stimulated, your body was slowly calming down and it was then did your muscles felt the after effect. Soreness started to settle in your joints and parts of your limbs but your husband's warmth was making things up for you, like a very large heating pad.

"Alpha, I'm so full," you croaked, closing your eyes when you felt San also calming down even if it was temporary. "You were so good, my mate. I'm so proud of my little mama being able to take all of that," he praised, letting his lips trail kisses from your chest, up your neck, to your cheeks, and settle to nibble on your earlobe. "But you know that this night had just begun."

Your eyes snapped open when you heard loud clanking sounds and you immediately took notice of the way the chains that were holding San's limbs were so easily broken and in a flash, you were put on the floor with San hovering over you.

"How about we try for twins this time?"

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dilf neighbor! mingyu

genre; nsfw, some fluff, mdni <3 | tw; oral, (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), outdoor sex (but not public), unprotected sex (don't do this), creampie, mingyu with impregnation kink, ages are not mentioned but he's in his mid thirties and reader in mid twenties. | a/n; kinda ended it abruptly but hope you guys like it <33

dilf neighbor! mingyu who can't keep his eyes off you.

dilf neighbor! mingyu who knows it's wrong to lust after you. especially with a half-baked divorce in the process. but could he blamed?

dilf neighbor! mingyu who had a crush on you right after a small conversation you had with him during a neighborhood event. he feels stupid, and giddy as he walks home, thoughts of you sprouting in his mind.

dilf neighbor! mingyu who smirks when you complain about the hot summer. you tell him how you would like to use a pool, but the community one is too crowded and nasty. so he offers that you could use his pool instead.

dilf neighbor! mingyu who has a hard time hiding his boner when you wear your skimpy swimsuits. he denies whenever you ask him to join you, simply smiling and shaking his head.

dilf neighbor! mingyu who shows you around his house after your swim. he feels stupid to have crushes at his age, but he can't help it all. and the sight of your swim suit drying on the drying rack along with the rest of his clothes makes him giddy.

dilf neighbor! mingyu who eventually joins you in the pool but maintains a distance. the distance gradually reduces with your increasing visits.

dilf neighbor! mingyu who picks up on your flirting attempts when you ask him to apply sunscreen on your back. whether or not, he's applying the sunscreen, he's definitely feeling you up.

dilf neighbor! mingyu who offers to give you a massage when he feels your tense body. you agree, cunt throbbing with excitement. he slowly unties the knots in your muscles, descending lower and lower till he reaches your ass.

dilf neighbor! mingyu who sucks in a sharp breath when you tell him to undo your skimpy underwear for "better access."

dilf neighbor! mingyu who massages your inner thigh as you complain about the pain from the workout. you're talking but he can't hear a single thing, way too lost on your dripping cunt that glistens in the sunlight.

dilf neighbor! mingyu who tries to stay rational despite the odds. he tries to continue with the massage but it's fucking impossible with your small moans and groans.

dilf neighbor! mingyu who loses it when you turn around, laying on your back. your legs are spread before him, and you offer him a sultry look while lowering your pink tinted sunglasses.

dilf neighbor! mingyu who devours you open. his tongue laps at your cunt like he's been waiting for this. your arousal drips down his chin and lips and he scissors you open with his thick fingers.

dilf neighbor! mingyu who fucks you into the pool chair. he bends you in half with your legs over his shoulders while he fucks you deep. his cock stretches your gummy walls and it sends flutters to your stomach.

dilf neighbor! mingyu who makes you ride his cock out in the open. your moans are divine to his ears and he goes a little crazy, seeing the creamy white ring form at the base of his cock.

dilf neighbor! mingyu who sucks on your tits like it's his last day on earth. he fucks harder into you, cock slamming into your cunt again and again. he doesn't stop sucking on your nipples as he does so, adding to your oncoming orgasm.

dilf neighbor! mingyu who makes you cum around his cock, loving the way you clench around his length. and so he does, making you cum again and again.

dilf neighbor! mingyu who cannot stop the thoughts of knocking you up in his brain. the urge to cum inside and fill you up is overwhelming. his breath hitches watching your breasts bounce as you ride him. his thoughts are infected with you lactating.

dilf neighbor! mingyu who cums inside, filling you up with his cum. but he also buys you plan-b's, and makes sure you pee right after. he cleans you up, and carries you to his bed.

dilf neighbor! mingyu who cooks dinner for you as you sleep. you wake up to the sound of cooking and see his large back hoarding the kitchen. he smiles, looking at your hesitant visage and beckons you to come in.

dilf neighbor! mingyu who melts seeing you in one of his t-shirts. he has to resist the urge to smother you in kisses but he does hug you and give you a long kiss.

dilf neighbor! mingyu who assures he wants more than just a physical relationship with you. he kisses your forehead and giggles when you reveal that you had a fat crush on him.

dilf boyfriend! mingyu who has you move in with him to take care of you and spend more time with you. plus why should you spend money on bills when you have him?

dilf boyfriend! mingyu who installs a hot tub for you to use during winters. he always wants the best for you and at his expense.

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nana forgive me for i have sinned :((( ive been thinking about whiny choso getting frustrated because he thinks our moans are so cute but it’s gonna make him cum too fast he wants to tell us to shut up but he just cant bring himself to do it

Contains: fem reader, established relationship, dirty talk, teasing, fantasizing, choking, rough sex, mating press, protected sex (that's a first), multiple orgasms, Choso discovers his breeding kink, talk of pregnancy, lactation kink, cockwarming

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Choso was in quite the predicament. You were underneath him, your legs over his shoulders as he fucked you into a mating press, your knees by your ears, and you were being so loud. So much so that Choso thought that long after you were done fucking he would hear your moans and whines of his name ringing in his ears. That wasn't the problem though, the problem was you sounded so needy and perfect, especially when you tried to call out his name which always ended in more whines and broken syllables of the word on your tongue.

Choso wanted to tell you to shut up so bad because every time a whine left your lips; which was every single time he thrust his cock into you; his cock would twitch and throb, threatening to spill. It had only been a couple minutes and he had already pulled his cock out of you for the 4th time and gripped his cock hard at the base to prevent himself from cumming-- closing his eyes and gritting his teeth as he tried not to focus on how cute you sounded whining at the loss, and how breathless you sounded trying to swallow air into your lungs while he gave himself a break.

"Chosoo~" You wined, grabbing his hips and pulling them back towards yourself in an effort to get him back inside you. "Stop pulling out~ wanna feel you 'smore." You whined, tilting your head against the sheets and pouting out your bottom lip needily as you looked up at him with clouded eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut harder at the sound of your voice begging him, he couldn't take it, even having pulled himself out of your too-wet, too-tight cunt.

"What's wrong? Hmm?" You cooed, rubbing your hands along his waist as you watched him take in deep, steady breaths. Choso thought about spilling the beans and telling you what had him pulling out every ten thrusts, you gave him a perfect opening after all! After a. couple of seconds of contemplation, Choso released the hold he had on the base of his dick and opened his eyes, leaning forward to rub the tip of his cock through your wet folds before he caught the tip in the ring of your cunt and pushed in slowly. "Nothing." He responded, gulping at the feeling of you around him once more before he started up a rough pace again.

Once again your sweet moans and loud slaps and squenchles filled the room as he fucked into you with reckless abandon. He shook his head at the sound of your voice invading his ears, his jaw dropping in a small o when your cunt got tighter around him. He watched your hand slither between your bodies and rub small circles furiously against your little clit, trying to push yourself toward your orgasm.

Choso's breath caught in his throat and came out stuttered when he felt your cunt constrict around his cock as he fucked you through your first orgasm. He had to clench his jaw and bite down on his teeth hard to keep his hips moving and somehow not cum from your rapid twitching and pulsing of your walls. Your jaw dropped open when you felt your orgasm wash over you, your moans going silent for a se cond until you really felt it, then you were a moaning and squirming mess.

Choso couldn't take it anymore, thinking fast he moved one of his large hands that was steadying itself next to your head on the mattress to cover your mouth as your moans increased in volume, and doubled in how desperate you sounded. His eyes rolled back in his head at how your cunt seemed to twitch and pulse around him endlessly through your orgasm. He held his breath throughout the entire thing, the both of you gasping in tandem when you finally came down and were thrown into oversensitivity as the man didn't let up his thrusts inside your cunt.

"C-choso" You tried mumbling agaisnt his hand, your smaller one reaching up to grab at his wrist and dig your nails into it in support as he fucked ruthlessly into you. His breathing and soft moans felt so much louder in your ears now that he had shut you up, the sound going straight to your cunt and making you even wetter somehow. "S-sorry." He moaned, shutting his eyes as he let out a loud groan when you squeezed around him a little too tight as you were worked through the last bit of your overstimulation and were thrown into another spiral of getting fucked towards another orgasm.

"I cant t-take it." He groaned, tipping his head back to groan before he opened his eyes once more and made contact with your glossy ones. "Your moans." He specified, making you scrunch your eyebrows together as you tried to understand what he meant. "'S why I had to keep t-taking it out." He kept talking, panting through his words. "Made me feel like- hahh- like I was gonna cum just l-listening to your voice." He confessed, feeling his own face heat up at his revealing words.

You groaned behind his hand which covered your mouth at the revelation. Your face turned crimson as you thought about how by just your voice alone you could bring a man such as Choso to his knees. You spoke behind his hand, bringing your other hand up to pull his wrist away so you could speak properly as he let you move his hand to your neck and rest it there softly, "So d-o it." you whimpered with a mischievous smile on your face. "C- ahh- cum~" You finished.

He breathed in a shaky breath, his hand squeezing your throat on instinct as he registered your words. Abliet, he was worried about cumming before you and leaving you unsatisfied as his refractory period was a little longer than yours, so the fact that he had already made you cum once made him more susceptible to your words. His hips pulled back slowly, pulling almost all the way out, before he fucked his cock back into you, keeping his eyes glued to yours as he watched them roll back in your head. "Yeah?" He asked, repeating the process of fucking into your slowly but heavily.

"Y-eah" You stuttered through his thrusts, "C-cum inside me Cho~" You begged, biting your lip at him while you smiled at him like he was the only man in the world. Although he had a condom on, he still felt himself throb at your words. "You want me to cum inside?" He asked, picking up his thrusts more steadily as he felt his orgasm creep up on him. "Yes, b-abyy~ F-fill me up with 'ur cum Cho-so!" you whined, your voice coming out strained when his hand squeezed around your throat.

He changed his position slightly, bringing one of his feet up to plant itself next to your torso as he gave himself better leverage to fuck you into the mattress. Your wines somehow made it through your vocal cords even with the tight grip he had on your neck, which made him feel dizzy. Your eyes were rolling back in your head, your jaw was slack as moans freely fell from your lips, and Choso absolutely pounded you into the bed, making your body dip into the matress and bounce up to meet his already rough thrusts.

He couldn't stop your words from echoing in his head, telling him to fill you up. His mind wandered to a scenario if him fucking you without a condom, freely filling you to the brim, and watching his seed spill out of your abused hole as he used two fingers to scoop up the seed and stuff it back into your cunt. He wasn't sure if he could even get you pregnant with him being a curse and all, but damn it if he wasn't going to try.

His thoughts kept traveling, to you getting pregnant, fucking you in celebration, sucking your milk-filled tits because they were sooo sore and who would he be to let the mother of his child suffer like that? He never knew he wasted a child but just a couple words from you sent him in an absolute spiral, and he couldn't argue that a little you running around wouldn't be so bad.

He was thrown back to reality when he felt both of your hands wrap around his that were choking you out. You were nodding dumbly, a fucked out smile on your face as he destroyed your pussy; loud squelching noises echoed through the room, and a nice white ring of your cum had formed around the base of his cock and some was smeared on your thighs form how wet you were. "C-chosooo~" You moaned when his thrusts started losing their rhythm.

"W-wanna fill you up- I- I want to cum inside you." He said, keeping his eyes on your face as his bottom lip started to quiver, he was so sensitive right now. "P-please Choso C-cum for me~" You whined. That's all it took for the dark-haired man's high to wash over him. His thick seed filling up the condom as he fucked his hips into you, each time his hips met your ass he pressed himself as hard as he could agaisnt you, imagining he was trying to get his seed as deep as possible inside your cunt to make sure you got pregnant.

"F-uuckkk~" You wined underneath him, your walls spasming around him as you came together. Your walls milked his balls dry, and the man pressed his hips flush against yours as he relished in the feeling of your walls squeezing him while he groaned loudly as the aftershocks of his orgasm wracked through his body.

Your legs slid off of his shoulders and fell weakly against the sheets as he released your neck in its iron grip and collapsed against your body, breathing shakily as your hands rubbed soothingly agaisnt his back. "That was a big one~" You teased, giggling while he caught his breath with his face cradled in the crook of your neck. You started to wiggle from underneath him, signaling him to pull out of you so the two of you could clean up. "W-wait-" He whispered into your neck.

Your hands came up to run through his hair as you waited for him to finish speaking. "Wanna stay inside you f-for a little longer." He whispered, slightly embarrassed. You nodded, humming in agreement as you continued running your hands through his hair, over his shoulder and back, all while you felt his cock twitching inside you.

"What made you cum so hard Cho?" You giggled, turning your head towards his and pressing a kiss to the side of his head as his hands wrapped underneath you and held you snugly against his body. He paused, gathering his thoughts before he mumbled into your shoulder, "Think I wanna get you pregnant."

[pucksandpower]

Hydrate or Diedrate

Charles Leclerc x wife!Reader

Summary: after an issue with his car leaves Charles racing without water for the entire Miami Grand Prix, he wants to hydrate with something only you can give him

Warnings: 18+ content and lactation

The Miami sun beats down relentlessly as you make your way through the paddock after the race. Charles had an eventful day, managing to bring his Ferrari home in P3 despite having no water in his car for the entire Grand Prix.

You spot him being interviewed by the broadcast team, sweat still glistening on his face and his hair matted to his forehead. Though he seems coherent, you can tell he’s feeling the effects of the dehydration.

As soon as the interview wraps, you rush over and take his arm. “Come on, let’s get you out of this heat.”

Charles gives you a grateful smile. “I’m fine, I promise.”

You shake your head sternly. “Don’t give me that. You’re clearly dehydrated.” You glance around and wave over Charles’ best friend. “Can you take Jules for a bit?”

Joris nods and gladly takes your four-month-old son from your arms, expertly cradling the bundled infant. “Of course, go take care of him.”

You guide Charles into the air-conditioned Ferrari motorhome and down the hall to his driver’s room, closing and locking the door behind you. Charles immediately faceplants onto the couch with a groan.

“It was so hot out there. I could barely see straight those last few laps,” he mumbles into the cushion.

You settle onto the couch next to him, rubbing his back soothingly. “I know, I could see it on the screens. You did amazing to hang on for that P3.”

Charles rolls over onto his back, squinting up at you. “Do we have any water in here?”

“Of course.” You grab a bottle from the mini-fridge and hand it to him.

He wastes no time downing half of it in one long gulp. “Ahh, that’s better.” His eyes drift down to your chest, where your nursing bra peeks out from under your shirt. “Actually … I have an even more effective idea for rehydrating.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Oh? And what might that be?”

Charles sits up, a playful glint in his eyes as he sets the water bottle aside. He reaches for you, bunching the fabric of your shirt in his fists. “This.”

With one deft tug, he frees your breasts from the confines of your top. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he takes in the sight.

“You know that’s not really what they’re for, right?” You tease, trying not to get too flustered.

Charles scoots closer until your bodies are flush together. His hands roam over your chest reverentially. “I think this is the perfect use for them.”

You shiver at his touch, arousal already beginning to pool in your core. “I don’t know, they’re usually just for feeding Jules ...”

“Well, think of this as multi-purpose.” Charles leans in to press kisses along the swell of your breasts.

Despite your banter, you’re already melting under his touch. “I … ah … I suppose you could use some rehydrating.”

With a low hum of approval, Charles takes one rigid peak into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around it firmly, coaxing out the first few drops of your milk.

A soft gasp escapes your lips at the wet heat of his mouth. You tangle your fingers in his sweat-damp curls to hold him close. “Charlie ...”

He only responds by increasing the suction, hungrily drawing more of your sweet essence. You bite your lip to stifle a moan as he switches to your other breast, lavishing it with the same rapt attention.

All too soon, Charles pulls back with a satisfied smack of his lips, chin and mouth glistening. “Delicious ...”

“You have no idea how hot that was,” you pant, completely transfixed by the erotic image he makes.

A cocky grin tugs at the corner of Charles’ mouth. “Oh, I think I do.” He presses his palm to the front of his race suit, making it obvious just how aroused he is. “Want to help me with this?”

“Absolutely,” you purr, pushing him back against the arm of the couch to straddle his lap.

Charles groans as you grind down against the hard bulge in his suit. “You’re a tease, you know that?”

“Takes one to know one.” You lean in to capture his lips in a heated kiss, all tongue and teeth.

One of Charles’ hands threads into your hair to angle your mouth more firmly against his. The other drifts down to grope your ass, pulling your hips flush with his.

You rock against him shamelessly, addicted to the delicious friction. He meets each grind with a roll of his own hips, quickly reducing you both to panting, needy messes.

“I want you,” Charles rasps against your lips. “Need to be inside you ...”

“Yes ...” You fumble for the zipper of his suit, desperate to free him. “God, yes, take me ...”

He surges up to kiss you again, all heat and urgency and unbridled want. You can taste the tang of your own milk on his tongue and it’s so dirty, so sinfully hot that it makes your head spin.

Finally, you manage to tug the fire-retardant fabric down far enough to free Charles’ straining erection. He hisses at the friction of your hand on his bare length.

“Hurry, mon amour,” he pleads, deft fingers already working to divest you of your underwear. “Need to be inside you ...”

No sooner is the scrap of lace pushed aside than Charles is guiding himself to your entrance. You sink down in one endless slide, stretching deliciously around his girth to take him to the hilt.

“Fuck ...” He bucks up into you with a choked groan.

You whimper at the exquisite fullness, rolling your hips to take him even deeper. Already you can feel the tight heat beginning to gather low in your belly.

Charles grips your hips hard enough to bruise, guiding your movements as you start to bounce on his length. His head falls back against the couch with a thump, mouth falling open in ecstasy.

“You feel so incredible,” he pants, meeting your thrusts with shallow rolls of his own hips. “So hot, so tight ...”

“Only for you,” you gasp out between moans, bracing your hands on his heaving chest.

He slides one calloused palm up to toy with your neglected breast, rolling the stiff peak between his fingertips. You cry out at the new stimulation, walls fluttering around him.

“Going to come just like this,” Charles grunts, increasing the pace. “Make such a mess of you.”

The thought of him painting you with his release has you clenching down hard. You ride him with wild abandon now, chase that electric high.

Charles leans up to suckle at your other breast, drinking you down greedily even as his hips snap up to meet yours. “Yes, just like that, fuck!”

With a broken shout, your orgasm slams into you like a freight train. Every muscle locked rigid, toes curled, as molten bliss washes over you in waves. Charles follows a beat later, still thrusting fitfully as he spills deep inside you with a guttural growl.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the room are your harsh pants mingling together as you float down from your highs. Charles peppers sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder and neck, gradually gentling the movement of your joined bodies.

“Incredible,” he murmurs against your salty skin. “Absolutely incredible.”

You hum in satiated agreement, nosing at his hairline. Eventually you pull back far enough to take in his thoroughly debauched state — hair wild, cheeks flushed, lips swollen and red.

So beautifully wrecked because of you.

“Feeling rehydrated now?” You can’t resist teasing.

Charles lets out a breathless chuckle, warm palms sliding up and down your back. “More than I could have ever imagined.”

But the sound of the door opening makes you both freeze.

“Oh mon dieu!” Joris exclaims with a bark of laughter, looking thoroughly amused as he stands in the doorway cradling Jules. “I was just coming to return your son, but it looks like you two are already hard at work on the next one!”

You yelp and scramble to cover yourself as Charles groans in embarrassment, burying his rapidly reddening face against your chest.

Joris is already backing out of the room, Jules blissfully unaware as he continues chuckling to himself. “Never mind, never mind! I’ll just leave you lovebirds to it ...”

The door clicks shut and you can’t help but dissolve into nervous giggles against Charles’ shoulder. He joins in, the rumble of his laughter vibrating between your bodies.

“Well, that was mortifying,” he says once you’ve both calmed down some.

“At least Jules is too young to understand.” You press your smile to Charles’ hair. “Though Joris is never going to let us live that down.”

Charles groans again, but you can see the beginnings of a sheepish grin. “I don’t even care. That was more than worth the embarrassment.”

He tightens his embrace around you, settling in to simply enjoy the closeness for a while longer. You’re inclined to agree — a little teasing is a small price to pay for such blissful rehydration.

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Feyd Fantasy 4

Madness & Mayhem

Label Mature 18+

Summary

The Baron has fallen severely ill. Feyds older brother Rabban is flown in for a reunion of the Harkonnen men. With the role of leadership looking like it will transition to Feyd Rautha if the Baron dies the entire galaxy awaits in suspense.

Feyds main obsession is for you and your well being. Though he never outwardly shows it Feyd has a deep attachment to his unborn and goes out of his way to ensure you are both healthy and safe. Even if that means sacrificing his uncle the Baron to do so.

Starts Harkonnen brothers reunite Ends Deep rooted sexual depravity

🚨 Depraved Smut 🚨

coercion•manipulation •rough sex•Feyd in heat•passionate sex•forced lactation• multiple orgasms •simultaneous orgasms •cream pies•aftercare

🫦Smut consultant @burnthheparaphilia

⚔️ Feyd Fantasy Series ⚔️

Part 1•Part2•Part 3•Part 4•Part 5• Part 6•Part 7

⏳Extreme Dune Inaccuracies ⌛️

��Softie approved (non-violent) there’s one swift kick

Part 5 Will be Series Finale 🙏🏻

⚔️ Multiple anonymous requests combined ⚔️

-Feyd obsessed with the pregnancy -Feyd protective/aggressive over pregnancy -Manipulating the Baroness into a sexual kink -Rough semi public sex -Love making passionate sex -Feyd is madly in love with the Baroness -Feyd Going insane over the Baroness’s milk. -Feyd Breastfeeding from the Baroness -Feyd calling the Baroness his bovine

*Feyd really needs milk ?? thank you for the requests ☺️🙏🏻

Madness & Mayhem 

Feyd waits with twenty armed guards at the front of the fortress. An ornithopter swoops in and lands on the arrival pad creating strong gusts of wind.

Out of the craft steps Feyds towering older barbaric brother Rabban. A pale bald gargantuan figure of a man, he has deep set hunter eyes his face rests in a permanent scowl.

He is the tasked enforcer to secure the Barons empire. So animalistic and savage his given name is “the beast” due to his outbursts of uncontrollable rage.

He sees his stoic younger brother at the entrance of the fortress with his guards. Still the most handsome Harkonnen now dressed with a more regal flair than the plain black uniform he is accustomed to. Feyds confidence has increased tenfold Rabban can see the newfound look of determination blazing in his eyes.

They have been raised in competition from child hood. Feyd out performing Rabban at every single opportunity. It hurt him terribly when they were younger to always be cast aside for the more calculated and handsome Feyd Rautha. That was until he came to the realization it was Feyds destiny, it was his right. How else could someone be so perfect.

Feyd watches his older brother bounding down the gangway to greet him. Feyd feels a nagging of annoyance as he clasps his hands behind his back. He stands taller as his brother grows near.

Rabban has failed to secure the spice fields on Arrakis his entire campaign. The spice supply and profits have been decreasing at an alarming rate. The Baron was already preparing to have Feyd arrive on Arrakis and be the savior of the people after Rabbans tyrannical rule.

“ BROTHER!” Rabban yells excitedly. “My eyes are so pleased to see you even under these circumstances. Look how well you are dressed how was your birthday celebration!” Rabban asks gleefully.

Feyd begins to walk with his hands clasped behind his back. Rabban matches his pace “All went well brother, uncle allowed me a real warrior for my 100th kill unsheilded ,and I received the ancient stones of ascension” Feyd revels in sharing his achievements over his brother.

“Our uncle?“ Rabban laughs out loud “let his precious Feyd Rautha engage in unsheilded combat!” Rabbans laughter continues even louder and more tormenting. Until it ends swiftly with a kick to his ribs from Feyd. The hit causes a direct injury Rabban falls to the ground in pain.

Feyd stands over his older brother enjoying watching him gasp and struggle to breathe from the harsh blow. “For the embarrassment you have caused the Harkonnen name on Arrakis you should be kissing my feet not insulting me brother.” Feyd hisses. ”Now that I am set to be Baron” Feyd pauses and steps his foot next to his brothers head. “Kiss or Die” Feyd commands as he kneels over him.

Rabban hesitates to kiss Feyds boot. He is overcome with humiliation that his younger brother is superior to him in every way possible. Rabban does however feel the shame weighing on him of weakening yet another family legacy.

He reluctantly turns his head and kisses Feyds boot in reverence. “We are even now brother ” Feyd asserts standing tall. “Come let’s go see uncle” Feyd leads the way back into the fortress as Rabban follows clutching his ribs

Clever Boy

Feyd and Rabban stand on either side of the Barons bed in the medical wing. The healers have determined he does not have a contagious disease, but his body is heavily contaminated with toxins. They do a skin test but find no reaction from contact. The poison they fail to find has already metabolized in his system.

The Baron is attached to a breathing apparatus. An intravenous mechanism pumps opium to control the pain. His fat body looks even weightier on the normal size medical bed hovering in place. His fingers are decorated with opulent silver rings, the remnants of Feyds birthday celebration. His hands rest across his chest.

“What happened to him why does he look so …purple?” Rabban asks out of curiosity. “Strange disease perhaps” Feyd says casually.

“What if he was POISONED?!!” Rabban yells as he continues to unravel the mystery “It looks like the effects of the dried root plant from Arrakis, there is no mistaking that purple color!” His eyes widen in fear as he clutches his chest.

Feyds impressed his thick brother even narrowed it down to the right plant. “Who would poison our dear sweet beloved uncle? Feyd asks with a mocked concern. “Whoever it is I WILL KILL THEM!” Rabban yells and lifts a medical table tossing it across the room. It crashes into a wall contents scattering across the floor.

The guards rush in and check for the immediate danger only to see Rabban falling to his knees wailing as he clutches his head. Feyd signals them to leave.

Rabban drags on his knees to the bedside of his uncle and grabs his purple hued hand “UNCLE OH WHY !YOU ARE OUR ONLY FATHER YOU HAVE RAISED US TO—” his wailing is cut short by Feyd pulling him up gently by his shoulders “You mustn't touch him too long remember? Diseases?” Feyd says hastily.

Rabban snarls in disgust looking at his hands and runs to the room basin scrubbing them furiously. “Good boy” Feyd says with a grin as he approaches him. His brother may be a raging maniac but he doesn’t want to risk him dead.

Feyd checks the vials of decontaminants. “This one should work much better” Feyd says handing Rabban a solvent that neutralizes toxins. “Thank you brother” Rabban says looking to him graciously.

Rabban was Feyds only childhood companion. Feyd out smarted him ruthlessly at every turn to gain favor from his uncle. Whatever bond they had was broken once the Baron pitted them against each other for his favor.

Feyd noticed how his uncle always underestimated Rabban. Without the pressure of failure Rabban’s nerves would decrease and his rage would cool. He could work effectively, but under pressure Rabban would crack every time. If he could keep Rabban calm during stressful events he would be an unstoppable force.

After Rabban scrubs his hands. He suddenly drops to his knees in front of Feyd. “Feyd I pledge my life to your service you are the future Baron of Giedi prime. I will do everything in my power to serve your reign, I will die for you brother” he says almost in tears.

Feyd slaps the back of his bald brothers head “Get up I know, come meet my Baroness pregnant with my heir” he says hiding away his contentment.

As Feyd and Rabban leave the Baron stirs with a wheeze he was only pretending to sleep. The opium dulls his pain but not enough. He listens intently whenever he hears an important visitor will be arriving . He knows his death is imminent and he spies to confirm his suspicions and loyalties.

‘The cold calculated Feyd Rautha will inherit the throne after all just as I foretold’ the Baron thinks to himself pleased. He lets out a weak startled cough coming to a realization. ‘Ah the cleverness of the boy.’ He sighs. The Baron realizes exactly who poisoned him and why. He presses a button to alert his mentant .

Tumultuous Family

You are sitting in a spacious open viewing room overlooking the large center fortress courtyard. Resting in a chair you enjoy a new book from Feyd ‘The Barons of Giedi Prime.’

Feyd wraps his knuckle at the large open door and you look up from your book and smile. Feyd is standing with a much larger imposing man dressed in Harkonnen military armor. You recognize him from the meeting hall portrait.

As they approach you put your book down and stand to greet them “My brother Rabban this is my wife and Baroness” Feyd says eyeing you with pride. Rabban looks slack jawed.

You are a healthy beautifully shaped woman with radiant skin and full head of hair. Your eyes and confidence immediately intimidate him. He was expecting a pale bald tamed Giedi Prime woman he can not contain his shock.

“Baroness you are stunning. I had no idea my brother could have a wife as beautiful as you are. I pray to the ancient ways the future heir will inherit your striking resemblance. You are like sunshine brightening a gray sky, your beautiful body will grow a healthy child. I am honored you will bear a Harkonnen, you… “ Feyd firmly grabs Rabbans shoulder to stop his unfiltered ramblings about your looks.

“What he is trying to say is congratulations” Feyd interjects. Rabban is already lost in thought transfixed by the thought that you are pregnant with an unborn.

He stares at your abdomen then back to your eyes “May I touch?” he asks reaching to your womb in fascination. Before you can even utter a word Feyd yanks him back full force “You do not touch what is mine brother” he snaps angrily.

Rabban bows his head respectfully and Feyd coldly gestures him to leave. Rabban exits the room quietly and shuts the door behind him. The silence is deafening after the interaction.

Feyd goes to your reading table and pours himself a water to drink. He sits and you join him. After a few moments of silence he formulates a way of giving you a piece of what you’ve been yearning for. His tumultuous family history.

“My older brother Rabban though vastly different from me is in fact related to me by blood.” He says with a contemplative smirk. “He was so unfit as a son my parents hastily sought to have another” you almost question his statement as vanity until you see he’s serious.

You decide to pry now that he has opened the conversation to his parents. Especially being tormented about his mothers death being matricide. “So you were your mother’s favorite?” you ask gently.

“My mother didn’t have a favorite, she didnt love any of us. She did as she was told. She was a Bene Gesserit” your stomach pulls in apprehension at his cruel inflection of the word.

“Rabban came out ….differently , obviously not the superior son they were expecting. After him there were several failed pregnancies. My father began having my mother pumped full of hormonal drugs. One cluster of drugged cells finally developed into a fertile embryo… and here I am” he sets his empty cup down tracing his finger around the rim to distract himself from his own painful admission.

Realizing his mother was a Bene Gesserit entails Feyd was rarely nurtured or loved. As a Bene Gesserit you do not attach to your child in love because it is considered to detract from the order. You are a vessel that serves a greater purpose and may need to lie or even harm your child to lead it to the path that aligns with the order.

Feyd slumps down in his chair and folds his hands. You see his deadened eyes lost in the complexities of a traumatic memory. You come and sit on his lap. He allows you space and you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his head. He reaches around your waist clinging to you as he still stares off into the space of the courtyard.

You press a kiss onto his forehead transferring feelings of love into his mind as you caress your fingers at his temple. He relaxes instantly closing his eyes and resting against your bosom. He feels safe as he presses his cheek along your breasts loving the comfort and warmth.

The way you nurture him so lovingly always causes maddening thoughts to form in his mind. He doesn’t understand why he must corrupt something so good but he has already set in motion a way to satisfy his newfound dark desire. “Come let’s prepare for dinner with my brother. I will need him as an ally in the coming days” he says trying to shift his mind back to rational thought. He helps you to stand from his lap and you both leave to his chamber.

Liquid Lactation

Unbeknownst to you Feyd has been invested in the health of you and his unborn to an obsessive degree from the start. He assigned a Doulah who confirmed you were implanted with his unborn.

At the verification he immediately coerced her to be a spy for him without any limit to your privacy. She is loyal to her leader and reports all details to him without reservation. He was informed the unborn is smaller than expected but healthy. However the pregnancy was draining vast amounts of iron and minerals from your blood.

He immediately had the meal consultant switch your sustenance to iron rich and enhanced with trace minerals for your consumption. You are completely unaware but he notices you are not tired as often and your energy has returned.

Feyds newest dark desire is at the forefront of his mind each time you hug him or press your warm breasts against his face. He wants to drink milk from you. He withholds his small sounds of pleasure when he clings to you and your breasts press against his face. He wants nothing more than to escape into ecstasy with your warm milk spilling down his throat.

When he divulges his sick obsession to the doulah she only wants to accommodate him. She believes the underlying cause is severe maternal neglect. Maybe the maternal affection will heal him in some way.

When she informs him your milk will not be ready until the final month Feyd conveys he does not want to interfere with his unborns supply he wants to create his own for a short time.

She readily comes up with a solution to appease her Na Baron. She is able to track down a water soluable substance that will force your lactation for up to six hours.

It is used for bovines when the milk harvest decreases on Giedi Prime due to toxic conditions.

It will be completely safe for a pregnant human female at the correct dosage. He readily accepts the translucent liquid studying its contents in the vial with a grin of satisfaction on his face. A new emotions over takes his body that he can’t describe. He thinks it is joy.

Just The One

As you get dressed for dinner in the basin room he unclocks a secret compartment in his kink cabinet. He retrieves the hidden vial and slips it into his pocket. He plans to secretly drug you into lactation tonight and have his fill of milk.

Once you emerge fully dressed his eyes fall to seduction. You’ve worn your hair up and have on a dark crimson red gown with sleeves that rest at your shoulders. The gown is low cut and snatched to your curves. “My Baroness” he says alluringly caressing you all over the shimmering fabric.

He trails his fingers along your covered breasts leaning in and placing a heated kiss on your collar bone. The ornate necklace you wore to cover your love marks is quickly snatched from your neck by Feyd.

He sucks onto your skin forming even more bruises where he finds space. He steps back to admire you trailing his thumb along the marks that make a collar. He smiles in satisfaction taking your hand and leading you to dinner.

As you enter the dining hall it is a quiet affair just you Feyd and Rabban at the expansive dining table. The Lord in waiting and advisors are in a frenzy completing the decrees and changes necessary to instate Feyd as the new Baron while his uncle lays dying.

Feyd sits at the head with you to his left and his brother to his right. The food arrives and is placed in front of each of you. You look at down at your plate to see your third serving of seared bovine meat with root vegetables of the day. You begin eating the vegetables first.

Feyd slips the lactation liquid into your drink with inherent skill. It goes unnoticed by all. He slides the vial in his sleeve and continues reaching for your knife cutting up your meat for you.

As you innocently take a sip from your glass Feyd wickedly smirks, his eyes glinting with delight. Realizing his ‘bovine Baroness‘ will be producing milk for him tonight hardens his cock. He palms himself under the table at the mere thought.

During the dinner Feyds attentions are focused entirely on you. His brother Rabban eats and rambles about the subservient ‘rats’ on Arrakis that he hunts and kills daily to protect the spice harvesters and the ever elusive rat leader Muad'Dib.

Feyd watches you finally empty your glass and hums to himself with a naughty smirk. He slips the empty vial from his sleeve placing it hidden under the ledge of his plate. You look over at him and smile your brows raise in curiosity due to his mischievous mood for the evening.

Rabban continues rambling and changes the topic one more time to himself before finally asking:

“How many children do you plan to have with my brother Baroness? How many nieces and nephews will I see running through the Harkonnen halls “ he smiles to you as he takes a bite and chews his dinner awaiting your numbered response.

Feyd finally pays attention.

You look up surprised and completely caught off guard by the question. You have not been initiated by the Bene Gesserit to have more than one. With the specialty of this child you realize all of your focus and energy will go into instructing the child in the ways on your own.

Once an adolescent the child will be warded by the Reverend Mother who will advance the inherited skills of the genetically supreme child to surpass all of the Bene Gesserits.

Feyd knows none of these limitations.

“I would like to focus all of my attention and energy on just the one” you answer honestly.

You glance over to confirm with Feyd and instead see defeat in his eyes.

It would give him no greater joy than to have several children with you. Growing up with only one tyrannical brother he wished he had other siblings.

Finding out you only want one is even more difficult for him to accept. It awakens the barbarian in his blood. He will get you pregnant as many times as possible. He smirks to himself how could you even deny him when he’s pinning you down thrusting you full of his seed.

Once the meal is completed and the table is cleared you bid farewell to Rabban. After walking only a few paces from the dining hall Feyds desires overtake him and he can not contain his sexual urges on the long walk to his chamber.

He pulls you into an empty darkened state room. It is reserved for hosting large banquets. Six stone pillars support the large atrium in the enormous space He pushes you against the nearest pillar kissing you hard as he unbuckles his pants and steps out of them.

He bunches your dress up to your hips as his fingers reach between your legs finding your panties and pulling them to the side. He presses his chest against you and pushes his fingers into your mouth. His panting grows heavier as he collects your saliva and pushes it into you folds.

Before you can even think he thrusts himself inside of you . He sheaths himself all the way to the hilt. You cling to him and moan into his ear as he lifts your legs around him and presses his hips between yours.

He holds your body up with his and begins fucking you against the pillar. You are moaning as he continues to rail you against the beam. He stares at your neck and sucks more bruises, the pain almost unbearable from his double markings on your tender neck.

You are overwhelmed by the intensity of his thrusts wracking through your body. You almost beg for mercy until your clit begins to throb as your nipples harden against your gown. You become so wet as he continues passionately thrusting it begins to feel pleasurable. He stares into your eyes conveying his wild unyielding love for you.

You love him too. You panic at the overwhelming intrusion of the thought and try to change your mind. You close your eyes to enjoy the carnal pleasure instead. His voice regains your attention “ look at me”’ he commands.

You open your eyes, as you do he presses his chest to yours and thrusts his cock its deepest inside of you throbbing your core. You cry out from the sensation of him fully sheathed inside of you. His eyes gaze unto yours full of his undying love for you.

It sends a chill all over your body. You become so aroused you wrap your arms around his neck and cling onto him, your face is pressed to his shoulder. He re-grips higher under your thighs and plows his cock into you against the pillar. Your moans in unison fill and echo throughout the giant space.

As you orgasm he cums with you. Your walls milk his cock as he spills his seed. His grunts against your neck soften as his thrusts grow weaker. He stays stilled inside of you panting and looking back into your eyes uncertain if he should describe to you what he’s feeling.

He removes his cock as he settle you to the ground. As you both redress he speaks up “I will want more than one child with you.” He asserts.

It makes you go mute you know the order may never approve of this and you turn away from him not knowing what to say.

“Why do you mock me with your silence woman?“ he says with concern. “Because we have not even had the first” you admit “Then I want seven” he says pulling you closer, holding the back of your neck.

He places his hand over your heart “You will be a good mother” he says tenderly looking into your eyes “How do you know if someone will be a good mother” you ask naively.

You look and see the anguish you’ve caused to form on his face remembering his childhood. You quickly shush him pulling him closer wrapping your arms around him. You caress his back as he works through his pain.

After a moment of silence you try and cheer him up “Maybe you can tell I will be a good mother because of the way your uncle hates me so” you say sweetly. Feyd grins menacingly “he will will learn to accept you …or he will die.”

Bovine Baroness

As you study your body in the mirror, you notice your breasts have doubled in size. You turn to the side cupping them to be sure. Your pregnancy hasn’t even begun to show.

With confusion on your face you cover in Feyds black robe tying the waist as you return to him in his chamber. He is sitting up in bed waiting for you. As you settle next to him he peeks over at your enlarged breasts and maddeningly craves for them.

He pats his lap and you come to him. He easily pulls you to straddle him. He sees the concerned look on your face “What worries you?” he asks. He can already guess as he strokes your cheek with the back of his hand.

You just bring his hands to cup your prominent chest. His entire body caves in as he smiles lustfully without giving away his intentions. The lactation liquid is taking effect and he’s going to milk you dry.

He slowly parts open your robe exposing your full breasts. His cock hardens beneath you from the sight. He tries to contain his heavy breathing.

He slowly cups your swollen breasts in his hands “There is milk inside” He says breathlessly feeling how they’ve grown heavier. “But it’s too soon“ you confess. “Well go see your Doulah in the morning” he says absentmindedly.

You see his breathing increasing even more, his eyes transfixed on your chest. He purposely kneads your soft full breasts in his hands. He pulls you closer and presses his face into each one softly caressing his cheek against them. The scorching heat of your skin warms his face. His length hardens solid

“Disrobe for me” he commands. He is near salivating wanting to drink from you.

You rise into a kneel and pull your robe from your shoulders. He grips the sheet on his lap bringing it down and releasing his firm standing cock. It slaps against his abs before settling straight.

He grabs your waist and pulls you close until your entrance is hovering directly above his cock. With your breasts in his face he squeezes them together in his hands “such a good mommy look at all this milk” he says softly peering up at you.

You feel so aroused by him and yet confused why your body is creating milk at this time. Your core aches for him. You watch as he opens his wanting mouth and sucks your nipple inside.

Your walls clench involuntarily as shocks of pleasure run down your spine. Your breasts are so full they tingle as your nipple hardens in his mouth. It sends chills all over your body as his warm mouth sucks you so gently. You feel his teeth graze onto the tender flesh making you softly moan.

He releases one and goes to the other sucking it in his mouth and tenderly biting down on the bud. “Feyd it feels so good“ is all you can say. “I haven’t even started yet” he says peeking up at you through his lashes with a smirk played on his lips.

He places your hands where his neck meets his broad shoulders. He begins squeezing and kneading your breasts a second time. He sucks them hard until your nipples are so taught they feel like they will burst.

All of his sucks and licks send shocks directly to your core. Your folds are soaked for him. He places his hands on your hips and pulls you down slowly penetrating you onto his large cock. He’s harder than ever as he pierces through your walls. Once you settle on the base you gasp and hold tighter to the back of his neck.

He leans in and presses his lips to your throat placing small kisses across the front. He grips your thighs and guides you with his hands making you move filled with his cock. He stretches you open rocking you back and forth on his lap as you sweetly moan.

He places his hands under your thighs lifting you slightly before settling you back down on his length in a rhythm. Your walls throb each time you settle on the base of his cock. Your core pulls tighter as you give into him lost in pleasure.

He parts his legs wider and slowly pushes his cock up inside of you as you settle down on him. You moan out his name as your mind goes fuzzy. You tilt your head back in satisfaction as you form a new rhythm working into each other until you both start panting.

As you grind slowly onto each other you let out sounds of pleasure in tandem. He watches your face in ecstasy as you make love to him. You moan in the air louder when he thrusts into you slightly harder. The smacks of his skin to yours growing louder with his increased stamina.

Your tits begin to leak due to your arousal and you look down stunned. He stops his thrusts as warm droplets pitter off your nipples onto his abs and into his lap. You are making a mess all over him you try to get up but Feyd holds your hips down firmly.

A shiver runs down your spine seeing the psychotic look in his eyes. This is what his depraved mind has been waiting for, his pupils slowly expand to black.

He goes insane and lunges his mouth onto your breast latching to your nipple. He cups your breast and whimpers as he sucks and his mouth begins filling with your warm milk.

He think he is dreaming as soft whines emit from his throat. He takes swallow after swallow wetly sucking milk out of you. Feyd releases your nipple from his mouth with a wet pop and tilts his head back gasping.

A deep guttural moan emits from his throat as his cock twitches inside of you. He tilts his head up hungry for more and grabs your other nipple pulling it into his mouth. He makes pathetic whimpering moans as he suckles from you. He begins to powerfully fuck you thrusting his cock up inside if you as he nurses. He wants to suck you dry as he refills you with his cum.

His sucking becomes sloppier as he thrusts into you with wild abandon. He isn’t focused on anything his cock and mouth are being too satisfied at the same time.

Your clit swells and throbs as you become so wet you are soaking his lap. You let out moans he sucks and fucks into you. He switches and latches on your other nipple again.

His teeth are tugging on you as he nurses. He’s becoming violent sucking your nipple harder and wanting more. You cradle the back of his head to calm him and he lets out a sickly little moan. You slowly rock back and forth on his cock with his thrusts “Feyd I’m going to cum” you cry out.

He swallows his last mouthful completely draining your breasts of milk. His body trembles and tenses as he lets out a range of deep moans. You cradle his head to your chest as his cock ejaculates inside of you. You orgasm sliding up and down on him milking his cock hard. He clings to you with his eyes shut tight as you ride through your orgasms together.

You slow to a still in his lap both of you panting heavily. His body twitch’s and you caress your hand on the parts of him that spasm involuntarily. He had a mental overload of emotions. You look into his dazed out eyes down to the milk that still covers his chin and his chest. You want to clean him.

You carefully slide him out of you and climb off of his lap. He lays down wearily he can hardly keep his eyes open he reaches his hand for you and trails his thumb down your jaw “my bovine baroness” he says with a milk drunk smile. You smile back at him and stroke his temple.

You leave his side to collect a cloth. When you return he is laying peacefully asleep. You clean him of all or your milk dabbing his mouth and his chin softly. His face is so soft and angelic lips curved in a smile eyes shifting in a dream.

You pat the cloth down his abs and cock. Once he is clean you climb into bed behind him and place your arm over his ribs pulling him against you cuddling your face to his back. You quickly fall into a deep sleep.

Long Live the Baron

Feyd awakens from a nightmare he sits up in bed in the dark breathing heavily in a light sheen of sweat. It wasn’t the usual sex dream of you. In this nightmare you were screaming being taken away from him by force.

He quickly reaches and checks you are by his side. Feeling your soft warm skin under his hand he lays and presses a kiss to your neck. He loves you with a newfound ferocity after drinking from you. He pulls you closer to him and rests with his head at the back of yours inhaling your scent trailing his fingers through your hair. His heart rate returns to normal with you in his arms and he rests his eyes.

There is a sudden sharp knock at the door making Feyd sit up. He doesn’t answer he waits for his Page to intercept. Once his Page collects the message he speaks through the door knowing Feyd is a light sleeper and will already be awake. “m’Lord It is your uncle you must come to his chamber at once” his page relays.

Feyd gets dressed in his traditional Harkonnen attire. A plain black uniform with chest pockets and a high collar. He knows the outcome of this urgent request. He kneels next to you sleeping, and plants a kiss on your temple. He places his hand on your womb to his unborn. This is the moment he has waited his entire life for he leaves his chambers heart racing with adrenaline.

He is brought to the Barons main chamber and enters a somber scene. All twelve of the Barons advisors and his Mentat with their heads low surrounding the bed of the clearly deceased Baron Vladimir Harkonnen. He is dressed in traditional black attire clutching the Harkonnen crest at his chest. Feyds brother Rabban is trying to remain stoic but every so often his sniffling can be heard.

Feyds newly appointed Lord in waiting makes the announcement “Siridar Vladimir Harkonnen is dead, long live the Baron Feyd Rautha Harkonnen“

“LONG LIVE BARON FEYD RAUTHA HARKONNEN!” They all chant bowing in reverence to Feyd.

His breathing increases as his eyes dance wildly. He glances around the room at all the advisors and his brother bowing to him. Seeing his uncles dead lifeless corpse in the back ground he feels the elation rising in his chest. This is real, his honor fulfilled he is now the reigning Baron of Geidi Prime. He has a maniacal look in his eyes as the corner of his mouth twitches into a smile.

Next Chapter->

Feyd Fantasy Part 5 Endless Empire (Series Finale💜) Plot =Baron Feyd | Feyd Supremacy | Harkonnen Heir

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Your Little Asian Girlfriend

Your Japanese girlfriend, Akiko, had always been a petite, kind, and charming girl. At just 4' 11" (151 cm) tall, with delightful B-cup breasts and a small backside, she had often wished to be a bit taller and more developed—especially in terms of her bust. After discovering your preference for larger breasts, she became increasingly self-conscious about her own size.

Recently, advertisements for MILF MAX had begun to proliferate across the internet like wildfire. These pills claimed to promote growth in women, enhancing not only their height but also their breasts, buttocks, and other feminine features. Despite some known side effects, such as lactation, the pills quickly gained immense popularity, leading women around the globe to embrace them and significantly altering the dynamics between men and women. Intrigued by the potential changes, Akiko decided to give MILF MAX pills a try and ordered a bottle to take home.

You trudged into the house, the weight of the day's work slumping your shoulders. You kicked off your shoes and let out a sigh as the cool floor met your tired feet. The scent of something sweet and floral wafted from the kitchen. Akiko must have been baking again. "Honey, I'm home," you called out, your voice echoing through the quiet house.

A flurry of footsteps pattered down the hall, and Akiko's smiling face popped into view, her cheeks flushed from the heat of the oven. "Welcome home, my love," she said, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "I have a surprise for you."

You arched an eyebrow, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. "A surprise, huh? What did you whip up this time?"

Akiko giggled, a hint of nerves in her voice. She took your hand, leading you to the kitchen where the aroma of freshly baked goods was even stronger. She was wearing an apron that said "Chef Akiko" in bold letters. The kitchen counter was covered in a mess of flour and various baking utensils, but she seemed to have everything under control. She pointed to a plate of cookies shaped like hearts, each one decorated with intricate lace patterns of frosting. "I made these for you," she said proudly. "But that's not the big surprise. It's something... different."

You leaned in to kiss her forehead, inhaling the faint scent of vanilla and sugar. "They look amazing, Akiko." You looked around the kitchen, noticing something odd. "But what's that?" You pointed to a white pill bottle on the counter, its large blue label boldly spelling out "MILF MAX." Your eyes widened. "You didn't?"

Her smile turned into a bashful grin as she blushed deeply. She nodded, her eyes wide and hopeful. "I did," she said softly. "I saw them online, and I... I wanted to be more like what you prefer." She looked away, her gaze dropping to the floor. "But I'm scared, what if it doesn't work out?"

You wrapped your arms around her, holding her close. "Akiko," you murmured, "you're perfect just the way you are." You kissed the top of her head, feeling her tense in your embrace. "But if this is something you truly want, I'll support you." You let her go gently, reaching for the bottle. "But we should talk about this. What are the side effects? And what happens if you take one?"

Her eyes widened slightly as you held her, her heart fluttering in her chest. She pulled away slightly, looking up at you with hope. "They said it's mostly growth," she whispered, her cheeks still flushed. "My height will increase, and... and my chest size will too. It's supposed to make me... more womanly." She swallowed hard, her eyes searching yours. "But there's a chance I'll start... producing milk." She blushed even deeper, her hand unconsciously moving to cover her modest B-cups. "But it's supposed to be safe. Most of the women who took them just felt fuller, more... alive."*

You stroked her hair, feeling the softness of her cheek against your hand. "If it's what you really want, we'll deal with it together. But let's read the instructions carefully, okay?" You took the pill bottle, scanning the small print, noticing the before and after images on the side. The after image depicted a woman with breasts that seemed to defy gravity. "They say you're going to need a lot more than a new wardrobe."

Akiko nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She took the bottle from you and read through the instructions. "It says to take one pill with a glass of water, and the effects can be gradual or... or very fast," she said, her voice trailing off. She looked up at you with a mix of anticipation and fear. "I... I don't know if I'm ready." She opened the bottle and fished out a single blue pill and held it between her thumb and forefinger, looking at it as if it were a tiny grenade. The kitchen seemed to shrink around her, the air thick with anticipation.

You placed your hand over hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. "We're in this together, Akiko. If you're not ready, we don't have to do this." You saw the conflict in her eyes, the desired to please you warring with her fear. You leaned down and kissed her, whispering, "I'm here for you, no matter what."*

Akiko's eyes searched yours, the blue pill resting in her trembling hand. She took a deep breath, the smell of sweet cookies and vanilla filling the air around her. "But what if I get too big?" she whispered. "Or what if it hurts?" Despite her fears, the hope in her voice was palpable. You cupped her face in your hands, feeling the warmth of her cheeks. "We'll handle it," you assured her.

With a nod, Akiko brought the pill to her lips, a bead of sweat forming on her forehead. She took a sip of water, and with a quick look up at you, she swallowed it. She watched you, her eyes wide and expectant, waiting for something to happen. "It's done," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

You watched Akiko intently, a mix of excitement and concern etched on your face. You could see the pill sliding down her throat, and you couldn't help but wonder what the next few moments would bring. Her hand lingered on the bottle, fingers lightly tracing the label. She looked so small and vulnerable standing in the kitchen, surrounded by the tools of her domestic craft. You remembered the first time you met her, how she had looked up at you with those same hopeful eyes. The room seemed to hold its breath with you as the seconds ticked by. You squeezed her hand, reassuring her with a soft smile. "No matter what happens," you said, "I'll be here to support you."

Her grip tightened around your hand as she nodded, trying to hold back her anxiety. She took a deep breath, and you could almost see the moment the pill took effect. Her body stiffened, eyes widening as a sensation unlike any other began to spread through her. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt the first twinges of growth in her chest. "Oh..." she whispered, her free hand moving to cover her breasts. "They're... growing."

You felt your heart race as you watched the transformation begin. Akiko's breasts swelled beneath her shirt, the fabric stretching to accommodate the sudden influx of size. Her B-cups started to ascend, becoming fuller, more voluptuous. Her shirt strained, the seams whispering a quiet protest as they struggled to contain her newfound volume. She looked up at you with a mix of awe and panic, her eyes pleading for reassurance. You couldn't help but feel a thrill at the sight, but you kept your focus on her comfort, your thumb brushing circles on the back of her hand to calm her nerves. "It's okay, Akiko," you murmured, your voice steady. "Just breathe."

Akiko nodded, her breaths shallow and quick. She watched in the mirror as her chest rose, the fabric of her shirt straining with every inhale. She felt the weight of her breasts shift and grow heavier. Her bra felt tight, the underwire digging into her skin. "Ah," she gasped, her eyes wide as she watched the cups of her bra stretch, the lace threatening to burst. She reached back to unclasp it, but her hands were trembling. The pressure built until the fabric surrendered with a soft pop. Her breasts spilled out, now a full C-cup, the skin taut and sensitive. "It... it hurts a little," she admitted, her voice trembling.

You rushed over to her, your eyes filled with concern. You helped her put off her shirt and remove the bra, tossing it aside gently. You could see the pain and discomfort etched on her face, but there was also something else - excitement. The way she looked at you, her eyes sparkling with a newfound sense of power, made you realize just how much she's been craving this transformation. You gently massaged her shoulders, feeling the tension melt away under your touch. "Let me help you," you murmured. Her skin was warm, and her breasts swollen, the nipples a dark pink and highly sensitive. "We'll get through this together," you said, stroking her hair as you helped her into a more comfortable position.

Her eyes fluttered closed as your touch soothed her, the pain caused by her bra subsiding. She let out a sigh of relief as the pressure on her chest eased. "Thank you," she whispered. Akiko looked down at her new C-cups, her hands cupping the soft mounds tentatively. "They're so... big," she said, her voice filled with wonder. She ran her fingers over the sensitive skin, feeling the weight and fullness of her new breasts. "Ara Ara," she said with a giggle, using a term of endearment she had picked up from anime. Suddenly she widened her eyes, and her cheeks reddened. "They're still growing!"

With every heartbeat, her breasts swelled further, filling her palms. She watched in amazement as they ascended to D-cups, the soft flesh spilling over the edge of her hands. Her nipples tightened into stiff peaks, and she felt the beginnings of a strange tingling sensation. "It's starting," she murmured, her cheeks flushing. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced before - a delicious ache that seemed to resonate through her entire body.

You couldn't help but stare, mesmerized by the sight of her growth. You had always found her small, cute breasts beautiful, but this... it was like watching a perfect sculpture come to life before your eyes. The way her tiny hands clung to her new large curves, the way her skin stretched and changed, it was all so fascinating. You cleared your throat, trying to remember what you should do next. "How does it feel?" you asked, your voice a bit raspy.

Her eyes met yours, and she bit her bottom lip, her cheeks a deep shade of crimson. Without warning, she threw her head back and let out a loud, guttural moan. Her body started to stretch upwards, her legs elongating and pushing her onto her tiptoes. She grew taller, inch by inch, her remaining clothes straining against her new, bigger frame. "It feels... amazing," she gasped, her voice thick with pleasure. The fabric of her pants tightened around her thighs as they stretched, and you could see the unmistakable outline of her arousal. Her eyes glazed over with desire, and she moaned louder, her body seemingly unable to contain the pleasure coursing through her.

You watched in amazement as Akiko grew before your eyes, the MILF MAX pill clearly working its magic. She was now at least 5' 5" (165 cm), her legs long and curvy, her hips wider. Her breasts were now an E-cup, bouncing slightly with her every move. You couldn't help but feel a wave of arousal wash over you as you saw how much she was enjoying this transformation. "Keep going," you murmured, your voice thick with desire. You wanted to touch her, to feel her newfound power, but you were afraid to interrupt the process.

Akiko’s eyes rolled back as she grew another inch, her chest heaving with every breath she took. Her breasts now filled her palms, the weight of them feeling like heaven. She moaned louder, her voice echoing through the kitchen. “It’s so intense,” she managed to get out between gasps. The fabric of her pants strained against her hips, a clear outline of her growing arousal visible. She took another deep breath, and with it came a new wave of growth, pushing her to 5' 7" (170 cm). Her breasts, now a F-cup, pressed tightly against her clothes, making her even more excited. “I’m... I’m going to be so big,” she panted, her voice filled with lust.

As Akiko grew more and more voluptuous, you felt your body responding in kind. Your heart raced, and a warmth started to spread from your core, making its way down to your groin. You tried to focus on her comfort and the incredible transformation she was going through, but you couldn’t deny the effect she was having on you. You swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice steady as you spoke. "You're beautiful, Akiko," you said, your voice a little hoarser than usual.

Akiko's eyes flew open at your compliment, a shy smile spreading across her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her breaths coming in quick pants. She could feel her breasts continuing to swell, reaching G-cup, the sensation now bordering on overwhelming. She'd never felt so alive, so powerful. The fabric of her pants was now painfully tight, her arousal obvious as it strained against the material. She looked down at herself, her eyes wide with amazement and lust. "I can feel it," she whispered, her voice a whimper. "Every part of me is growing." She grew another 2 inches taller, now at 5' 9" (175 cm), and arched her back, her breasts lifting with the movement. "They're so... so heavy," she murmured, her voice thick with desire, as she leaned into you, her large breasts pressing against your chest, leaving no doubt about her excitement.

You felt her heart pounding through her chest, her breath hot against your neck as she nuzzled closer. The smell of vanilla from her hair mixed with the scent of her arousal, making your head spin. You cupped her face in your hands, tilting her chin up to look into her eyes. "How do you feel?" you asked, trying to keep your voice from betraying how much you were turned on by this.

As the potency of the MILF MAX pill continued to surge through Akiko's veins, she started to feel an intense warmth spreading from her chest, enveloping her entire being. Her breath caught as she felt a new sensation within her breasts—a heavy, fullness that seemed to be growing by the second. Her eyes widened with astonishment as she looked down to see her G-cups swelling into H-cups. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt the first droplets of milk bead at her nipples. Akiko's eyes locked onto yours, a wild, desperate look in them as she reached up, her hand trembling slightly as she touched her right breast. A soft moan escaped her as she felt the weight of the milk inside, the sensation causing her to grow another 2 inches, now standing at an impressive 5' 11" (180 cm). The pressure was unbearable, and she couldn’t resist the urge to pinch and play with her swollen, sensitive nipples. A thin stream of milk started to flow from them. She gasped, her cheeks flushing even darker. "It's... it's happening… The… the… the milk," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "They're... they're getting so full!"

You stood there, watching Akiko's transformation unfold before you, feeling the room heat up with the intensity of her growth. Her H-cups spilled over her hands, the fabric of her pants straining dangerously as her body stretched and expanded. The sound of the material tearing was like a siren's call to the primal part of you, and you found yourself fighting the urge to rip it all away. But you kept your composure, watching as she played with her engorged nipples, the sight of her milk flowing setting your own desires ablaze. Her eyes were a mix of pleasure and panic, her body adjusting to the sudden influx of hormones and sensations. You leaned down, your breath hot against her ear. "You're doing so well, Akiko," you murmured, your voice a low growl. "Keep going. Show me how much you've grown." You couldn't help but trace your fingers down her side, feeling the new curves and contours of her body. Her skin was hot, her breathing rapid. Her breasts were now a staggering H-cup, leaking a small, delicious river of her sweet, sweet milk.

Akiko's breath hitched as she felt the next wave of growth surging through her body, more intense than the previous ones. Her breasts swelled even further, reaching an I-cup, and the sensation of milk inside them surged like a torrent. She threw her head back, moaning loudly, her body arching as if pulled by invisible strings. The sound echoed through the kitchen, a symphony of pleasure and pain that filled the air. Her legs quivered as she grew another 2 inches, now standing at 6' 1" (185 cm). Her eyes locked onto yours, pupils dilated with desire. "Oh, it's too much," she cried out, her voice strained. "But I... I want more!"

With a wild look in her eyes, Akiko's gaze darted back to the bottle of MILF MAX pills on the counter. Her pupils were dilated, and her breathing came in ragged gasps. Her swollen I-cup breasts ached with need, and she could feel the power coursing through her body. Without a word, she reached out for another pill, her hand shaking with excitement. Bringing it to her mouth, she took it with a gulp of water, and you watched as the kitchen lights seemed to dim, the atmosphere thick with anticipation as her body prepared for the next wave of growth.

As the effects began to take hold, her breasts swelled even more, pushing her to a J-cup. Her back arched further, and the fabric of her pants strained against the pressure of her expanding hips. She gasped, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as she felt the pill dissolving in her stomach, releasing a new flood of growth hormones. Her skin stretched tightly over her new curves, and you could see the veins pulsing with power just beneath the surface.

Her body jolted as she grew another 3 inches, now standing at 6' 4" (193 cm). Her breasts continued to balloon, reaching a K-cup, and she let out a guttural moan that filled the room, the sound bouncing off the walls and sending a shiver down your spine. Lost in a whirlwind of pleasure and pain, her hands clutched at her chest, desperately trying to contain the ever-growing mounds. You could see the milk flowing freely from her nipples, glistening as it painted her stomach and thighs in a radiant sheen. Her body was a testament to the power of the pills, and with every inch she gained, her confidence seemed to blossom. "Oh, God, it's so... much!" she cried out, her voice hoarse with passion.

You stepped closer to her, your hand hovering over her swollen K-cups. "Are you okay?" you asked, your voice tight with restrained desire. You wanted to touch her, to be part of this incredible experience, but you didn’t want to overwhelm her. Her eyes locked onto yours, and she nodded frantically, a pleading look filling her gaze.

Akiko's body trembled with the next wave of growth as her breasts ascended to L-cups. The pressure was exquisite, and she could feel her body stretching to accommodate her new size. She took a deep, shuddering breath, her chest heaving. "It's too much," she gasped, "but I can't... I can't stop!"

Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, Akiko's hand slid down to her throbbing clit, the wet fabric of her pants the only barrier to the relief she craved. She began to rub, her movements frantic and desperate. Her eyes squeezed shut as she let out a scream that could shatter glass, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. The room seemed to spin as she felt herself shooting upwards, her breasts spilling milk in a torrent that drenched your face and chest. Her body stretched and expanded rapidly, adding inches to her height in mere seconds. Now a towering giantess at 6' 11" (211 cm), her L-cups had swollen to a ludicrous M-cup size. She stood before you, a vision of unbridled sexual power and beauty.

Suddenly, as if a switch had been flipped, Akiko stopped her frantic ministrations and straightened up. She took a deep, shuddering breath and looked down at you, her eyes filled with a mix of wonder and hunger. A mischievous smile played on her lips as she leaned forward, her massive M-cup breasts swaying gently with the movement. The room seemed to shrink around you as she brought her face closer to yours, the scent of her arousal and the sweetness of her milk enveloping you. "I want you to taste," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. (Picture)

You felt the heat of her breath against your skin as she leaned in, her breasts brushing against you. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, you leaned down and captured one of her leaking nipples in your mouth, the warm milk spilling onto your tongue. It was sweet and creamy, a taste that was both familiar and foreign. Akiko's moan of pleasure vibrated through her body, and you sensed her milk production increase in response. "Mm, delicious," you murmured, swirling your tongue around her areola and feeling the warmth of her skin beneath your touch.

Her body jolted as you took her nipple into your mouth, the sensation of your tongue against the sensitive peak sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. Akiko's eyes rolled back, and she let out a long, shaky moan. She felt her breasts swell even more, now a massive N-cup, the weight of them pulling her even closer to you. Her hand moved to the back of your head, guiding you to her other breast, urging you to drink from her. The warm milk flowed freely, soaking your chest and stomach. Her legs wobbled slightly; the growth made her feel both powerful and vulnerable. "More," she whispered, her voice needy. "Please, don't stop." The room seemed to spin around her, the world reduced to the sensation of your mouth on her body. Pill-induced climax was building within her, and the feeling of her breasts growing even larger only heightened the intensity.

You suckled eagerly at her breasts, the taste of her milk driving you wild. You couldn’t believe her size now, standing at a staggering 6' 11" (211 cm), with breasts so large they seemed to have a life of their own. Moving your hand to cup the base of one, you felt the weight of her newfound size in your palm. Looking up at her, your eyes glazed over with desire, you murmured between mouthfuls, "You're so beautiful, Akiko."

Her body responded to your praise, growing another 2 inches to 7' 1" (216 cm), her breasts reaching an unprecedented O-cup size. You felt your own arousal peaking, and you couldn’t help but press your hardening cock against her massive thigh.

Akiko's eyes fluttered open, watching you through a haze of pleasure. Her hands gently guided your face, pushing her breasts further into your eager mouth. "It's so much," she moaned, feeling her body stretch to accommodate the growth. The fabric of her now extremely tight pants was soaked with her milk and your precum, the scent of arousal filling the air. Her skin felt hypersensitive, every touch sending electric sparks through her. As you suckled, her nipples hardened further, filling your mouth even more, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She reached down, her fingers brushing against the bulge in your pants. "Let me," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr.

You felt Akiko's hand against your crotch, her gentle touch sending waves of heat through your body. You released her nipple with a soft pop and looked up into her eyes. They were filled with a fiery passion you had never seen before, and it was all because of the power she now possessed. Nodding, you allowed her to undo your pants, her delicate touch surprisingly firm. As your cock sprang free, she gasped at the sight of your hardness, her own desire mirrored in her gaze.

She sank to her knees, her breasts—now O-cups—swaying with the movement, and took you into her mouth. The warmth and wetness enveloping you felt heavenly, and you couldn’t help but let out a moan of your own. Her tongue swirled around your shaft as she grew another inch, reaching 7' 2" (218 cm), her breasts swelling to a P-cup. The sensation of her mouth and the weight of her breasts pressing against you was overwhelming.

Akiko's eyes lit up with excitement as she took your cock into her mouth, feeling it throb against her tongue. She had never felt so alive, so powerful. Her breasts continued to grow, now reaching a Q-cup, the weight making it harder to balance as she knelt before you. She felt your hand in her hair, guiding her, and the sensation of dominance sent a shiver down her spine. Her body responded to your touch, growing another inch to 7' 3" (221 cm). Her mouth was filled with your length, and she could feel the milk leaking from her nipples, pooling on the floor beneath her.

She moaned around you, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder. The pressure in her breasts became unbearable, and she sensed a new wave of growth approaching. Her eyes watered with the effort, but she didn’t stop; her newfound size and power made her insatiable.

You gripped her hair a little tighter as you felt her mouth working on you, the sensation of her tongue and teeth sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Her breasts were growing now so massive that they pressed against your legs, compelling you to reach down and squeeze them. You moaned her name, lost in the moment, as she continued to suck and lick. Just as you were on the edge of a powerful climax, she suddenly pulled away, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and need.

"My turn," she said, her voice low and seductive. She stood, her breasts now R-cups, and lifted you effortlessly onto the kitchen counter.

Her gentle dominant side came to the forefront as she took charge, her new height and size giving her a commanding presence. She unbuttoned your shirt, her massive R-cup breasts jiggling with every movement. You watched in awe as she climbed up and straddled you, her hips swaying, milk still dripping from her nipples. Leaning in, her breath warm against your skin, she whispered, "I want you to fill me up." Her hands roamed over your chest, sending sparks of pleasure through you.

You couldn’t believe the change in her, the way she had taken control. You nodded eagerly, your heart racing. "Yes, Akiko," you murmured, your voice thick with desire. She smiled, and you felt the counter shift under her weight as she ground against you. Her wetness coated your stomach, and you reached down to stroke her folds, feeling her body quiver in response.

Akiko's eyes glazed over with pleasure as she felt your hands on her. Her body had grown to a towering 7' 4" (224 cm), her R-cup breasts now a ludicrous S-cup, threatening to spill over the counter. She moaned as your fingers explored her, the sensation of her growth only heightening her arousal. Reaching back, her long fingers unhooked her pants and slid them down her legs along with her panties. "I need you," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr.

Her breasts pressed into your chest, leaving wet trails of milk as she leaned in to kiss you. Her tongue danced with yours, and she could taste her own milk on your lips. The scent of her desire filled the room, and she grew another inch to 7' 5" (226 cm), her breasts swelling to a T-cup. She ground her pelvis against you, her need becoming more urgent.

You moaned into her mouth, the heat between you palpable. You felt the head of your cock nudge against her wetness, and she gasped, her breasts jiggling. Breaking the kiss, you whispered, "Let me in, Akiko."

Akiko's eyes blazed with desire as she nodded, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. She leaned back slightly, giving you the space needed. You positioned yourself at her entrance, feeling the warmth of her body against yours. With a gentle push upwards, you smoothly slid into her, her tightness wrapping around you like a warm, wet glove. She let out a soft cry, her body jolting with pleasure. You watched in amazement as her breasts grew yet again, reaching an unbelievable U-cup size, the weight of them pushing against the counter. Her walls tightened around you as she grew another inch to 7' 6" (229 cm). Her eyes rolled back, and she threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back. "Ah, yes, yes, more," she begged, her voice a symphony of need.

As if unable to contain herself, Akiko's hips began to buck wildly, her oversized breasts slapping against your chest with each powerful movement. You felt her body swell again, her breasts reaching an unimaginable V-cup, the weight of them pressing you against the countertop. Her movements grew more erratic and intense, her body seemingly out of control, driven by the growth and her insatiable lust. Her nails dug into your shoulders as she impaled herself on you, her moans turning into a series of desperate gasps for air. "I need you," she rasped, her voice strained and animalistic.

In the midst of her passionate frenzy, Akiko's hand shot out and grabbed the bottle of MILF MAX pills. She tipped her head back, her mouth open wide, and popped a handful of them into her mouth. Her eyes never left yours, a wild look of defiance and desire. Without missing a beat, she brought her massive, milk-soaked V-cup tit to her lips and took several deep, powerful gulps, the pills slipping down her throat with the sweet, creamy liquid. Her breasts grew even more substantial, now reaching a monstrous W-cup, the skin stretching tight as her milk production skyrocketed. She let out a moan that was more of a roar, the vibrations of it echoing through the kitchen, and you watched in amazement as she swallowed the potent cocktail of growth and desire.

With a feral growl, Akiko's hips began to pound against yours, the force of her movements threatening to shatter the counter beneath you. Each slam of her giant W-cup breasts sent shockwaves through your body, and you could feel the wood starting to crack under the pressure. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, and you watched as she grew even taller before your eyes. Her legs grew longer, pushing her up to 7' 8" (234 cm), her breasts swelling to a staggering X-cup. The room seemed to shrink around her as she leaned back, her back arched in pleasure, and you felt the counter groan beneath the weight of her growing body. The sound of wood splintering was a symphony to your ears as she grew another 7 inches, now standing at 8' 4" (254 cm), her breasts reaching an Y-cup.

You grabbed onto her giant hips, trying to keep her steady as she grew even more substantial before your eyes. Her Y-cup breasts were so massive that they completely obscured your view of her face, and the sensation of them slapping against your chest was driving you wild. You felt her muscles tighten around your cock as she grew to 8' 11" (272 cm), her breasts reaching a Z-cup, and you knew she was close to climaxing.

Akiko's eyes snapped open, her pupils dilated with lust. "I can't... I can't hold it," she gasped out, her breaths coming in short bursts. Her body was a taut bowstring, ready to snap. You could feel her walls clenching around you as she grew another 3 inches to 9' 1" (277 cm), her Z-cups swelling into an unheard-of A2-cup size. You were soaked with her milk, and the counter beneath you was a wreck of splintered wood. "I'm going to... I'm going to come," she warned, her voice a desperate whine.

You felt the warmth of your climax filling her, and that was the tipping point. Akiko threw her head back and screamed your name, the sound echoing through the house. Her body convulsed around you, her muscles spasming with the intensity of her orgasm. She exploded in size. Her breasts grew so large, now an incredible C2-cup, that they engulfed your face, leaving you gasping for air. Her pleasure was so intense that she grew another 15 inches, reaching 10' 4" (315 cm), and her orgasm seemed to last forever, her body quivering uncontrollably with each pulse of her release.

Even as her body shuddered with the aftershocks of her climax, Akiko continued to ride the waves of pleasure. Her hips undulated, her massive C2-cup breasts swaying in a mesmerizing dance. The sensation of her tightness around you didn't diminish, and you felt yourself hardening again. Her eyes searched yours, and she whispered, "Don't stop, please." It was as if she had ascended to some divine plane of existence, her movements a sacred ritual. Her skin was flushed, and she glowed with the power of her new size.

You leaned back, letting her breasts envelop you once more, your face buried in the softness of her flesh. You could feel the warmth of her skin, the gentle powerful beat of her heart beneath your cheek, and the sweet scent of her milk. Your hands found their way to her nipples, now the size of avocados, and you began to knead them gently, feeling her body react to your touch. Her breath hitched, and she grew another 5 inches to 10' 9" (328 cm), her breasts reaching a D2-cup size constantly leaking rivers of hot milk between your palms. Her legs, now long and powerful, wrapped around your waist, pulling you deeper into her warm, welcoming embrace.

Akiko's breath caught in her throat as she felt your hands on her giant swollen nipples, her eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy. The feeling of your cock still inside her, combined with the tender care of your touch, was intoxicating. "More," she begged, her voice a needy whine. She felt herself growing again, this time to an E2-cup, the weight of her breasts becoming almost too much to handle. The pressure built within her, and she could feel another orgasm approaching like a freight train, unstoppable and all-consuming.

You couldn't believe the feeling of her body growing around you, the warmth and softness of her E2-cup breasts against your face. You began to thrust into her with renewed vigor, feeling the heat of her desire. You felt her muscles tighten around you as she grew to 11' 4" (346 cm), her breasts now a F2-cup, and you knew she was on the edge. "I'm going to make you cum again, Akiko," you murmured against her skin, your voice thick with lust.

Akiko's eyes snapped wide open, and she threw her head back, her long hair cascading over the edge of the kitchen counter. A primal scream tore from her throat, a mix of pleasure and pain as she climaxed again. Her body convulsed, and a torrent of milk shot from her nipples, painting the whole kitchen white. Her breasts grew even larger, reaching a staggering G2-cup, and the room echoed with the sound of your flesh slapping against hers. The force of her orgasm was so intense that she grew another 6 inches, now a towering 12' 0" (366 cm) giantess, her breasts threatening to fill the entire space.

The room fell silent except for the sound of Akiko's heavy, ragged breaths and constant stream of milk. She had stopped moving, her massive G2-cup breasts rising and falling with each breath, creating a sea of soft flesh around you. You were completely buried beneath her, unable to see or move. The warmth and weight of her body was overwhelming, and you felt the last vestiges of her orgasm through her still-throbbing walls. Her breaths grew deeper, more controlled, and she began to lift herself off you, her breasts receding from your face. She looked down at you with a gentle smile, her eyes filled with a mix of love and concern. "Are you okay?" she whispered, her voice now a deep, velvety purr that seemed to resonate through the air.

You nodded, a bit dazed, taking in deep breaths of the sweet-scented air. "Yeah," you managed to croak out, your voice hoarse. "That was... intense." You watched as Akiko, now standing at 12' 0" (366 cm), gently climbed off the counter, her giant breasts leading the way. You took a moment to appreciate the sheer scale of her transformation. Her body was a landscape of curves and softness, and you couldn't help but feel a swell of pride and desire for the giant woman you loved.

Akiko's smile grew as she watched you regain your composure, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Let's move to the living room," she suggested, her G2-cup breasts jiggling with the idea. "It's more spacious."

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[bunicate]

satoru helping his lactating big sister :]

yk I said nanami nd suguru , nd u have the nerve to send s*toru . . . jus so yk im most likely never writing for dis man again but i felt impulsive so here is 700 words . I did dis in like 5 mins . . dnt expect cwazy

⋆⁺₊❅ ⋆ 𐙚 ₊˚ warnings ꒱ྀི incest. lactation / 18+

“stop doing that.”

you’re careful to punctuate every word, hoping that it would somehow force him to sense at least an ounce of your desperation. you’d like to think that your misery would act as some sort of deterrent from his stream of jokes, but it only enables him.

satoru chuckles, flicking his thumbs over the raised skin.

“sorry, but no can do, sis.”

his pointer finger and thumb latch onto the hardened bud and he tugs it with a gentle force. he admires the ripple of fat before he’s doing it again. this time his attention to your aching nipple is careful but rough. it encourages a small spurt of milk that trickles down his fingers, staining your already damp blouse.

“shit,” he mutters.

he takes a few seconds to marvel at the mess before removing his fingers from the taut flesh. he places them in his mouth and lets out a deep hum. his eyes roll back in his head when the sweet coating of milk warms his tongue, but you’re utterly horrified.

“s-satoru ! you said you’d help me get the milk out , not drink it .”

he shrugs. “does it matter ?” he pushes you closer to the kitchen sink. “besides, it seems like such a waste to let it go down the drain.”

he’s seen all kinds of crazy things come from all walks of life, but just when he thought he’s seen it all, you come bustling down the hall near tears and breasts mysteriously leaking milk.

he should be concerned, he should be mortified actually, but he’s mastered the art of finding the good in the bad, the weird, and the crazy. nothing ever really surprises him anymore.

he handles this mess with such ease that it truly exasperates you. he’s unfortunately, just one of a kind.

satoru , however, believes he’s a good younger brother. after all, he’s relieving your tender breasts of milk. he’s been massaging them for well over 30 minutes, big hands groping and jiggling the plumpness, not for his amusement of course. it’s such a strenuous task, so he deserves some type of reward, right?

he gives your breast another squeeze until droplets fall into the kitchen sink, lips tingling at the sight.

“maybe you’re half cow or something . . .”

satoru flinches expectantly when your fist collides with his chest. he’s jostled backward, and he clutches his pectoral dramatically.

“it’s a joke !”

you clutch your exposed breasts timidly.

“well, it’s not funny ! I'm going through a midlife crisis and as your older sister, you could at least show me some respect , you ass !”

he doubles over in laughter, signaling his ever-growing amusement. satoru then attaches himself right back to your side, nuzzling into the side of your cheek. a snarky chuckle emits from his throat.

“as tempting as that may be, I don’t think you’re in the position to make demands.”

his hands roughly cup your breasts, pumping them while milk continually spills. his body is nearly inflamed from touching you. his chin rests on the top of your head while he tugs your fat tits.

his cock presses against his jeans, rubbing his groin against your perky butt.

“y’feel so good.”

you whine in pure defeat. how could this be going so wrong ? you’re supposed to push him away, tell him to stop, but arousal clouds your judgment. your cunt is throbbing, on the brink of an orgasm, and it only heightens when his erection slots between your ass.

“t-toru. . .”

he whistles lowly, “wow, you sound so pretty like that.”

he gradually increases his pace on both your sore nipples.

“let satoru-nii take care of you.” he bites back a wicked smile.

“say it. let me pretend to be your big brother just this once, please ?”

there’s a soft tinge in his voice that resembles a whine. the strength to resist slowly dissipates when his cock mushes against opening, and his pants fan across your ear

“satoru-nii. . .”

It’s quiet, but his sensitive ear picks up on your little cry. his mouth trails down your neck until he’s breathing over your puffy nipples .

his tongue grazes the milky bud, tasting your sweet fluid once more .

“alright, alright. I'll suck until the swelling goes down. how does that sound ? “

[fangswbenefits]

Curiosity

Summary: Astarion wishes to satisfy his curiosity when it comes to breastfeeding... and comes up with a proposition that is mutually beneficial.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Lactation/Breastfeeding kink. Cockwarming. Blood drinking. Vampire bite.

Word count: 1.6k

You could tell Astarion was up to something from the moment you stepped into the living room, hurriedly shoving a blanket and a stuffed owlbear toy into your backpack.

He sat elegantly on the padded sofa, book closed on his lap, and crimson eyes watching you intensely.

“We need to go.” You said with a smile, adjusting the front of your dress.

“Must we?”

You arched an eyebrow at him and he merely smiled deviously. “Come here.”

Oh, he was definitely up to something.

You took careful and measured steps towards him, trying to decode his intentions.

He motioned for you to sit on his lap.

Oh.

You rolled your eyes with utmost impatience. “Astarion… we need to go pick her up.”

A faint pout settled on his lips, and he reached one hand to tug gently at the waistline of your dress.

He was good.

Too good.

You could feel yourself ready to melt into a puddle from his intense gaze alone.

Hoisting the fabric, you lowered yourself until you had both legs on either side of him, dropping the backpack on the floor with a thud.

His hands immediately gripped your waist, and you felt him gently pulling down. It was clear he wanted you to sit on him, but…

“Astarion… we have to go pick her up,” you said, locking your arms behind his neck. “Gale must be losing his mind by now.”

His hands slid down your thighs to tug on the hem of your dress, gliding the satin fabric up just enough for you to feel bare under his gaze.

“Please - it's probably the most fun he's had ever since he got stuck in that portal.”

He gripped your waist again, urging you to sit on his crotch, but you remained unmoving.

“She's teething…” you said, coiling some of his curls around your fingers. “She tried to bite his finger off the other day.”

“She takes after me, then. Are you even surprised?”

You shook your head, feeling your resistance begin to crack under his persistent touch.

Slowly but surely, your knees gave out, and you finally pressed yourself down against him.

His playful smile dropped, and his lips parted with a low groan.

He wasn't hard.

Yet.

“I do adore this position, but we must go.”

He dipped his hands under your dress, only to grip your thighs tight, thumbs drawing circles on your already flushed skin.

“A nibble, then?”

His eyes dropped to your chest, and you nodded.

Ever since giving birth to your daughter, Astarion had taken a liking to biting you on the upper swell of your breasts, claiming your milk had surely increased your warmth in that area and that your blood tasted particularly delicious.

So you indulged him, also enjoying the fact that you could see his face more clearly as he downed your blood.

He hooked his forefinger on the low neckline before brushing the knuckle along the curve of one breast and lowering the fabric to expose just the right amount of skin.

“Be quick.” You urged, tangling your fingers along his soft curls,

Astarion didn't need to be told twice, and you felt the familiar sharp sting as both fangs sank into you, cold lips spreading wide enough and tongue ready to capture any stray droplets.

You caressed the back of his head, feeling his cock slightly twitch under you.

Without a fail, Astarion was getting hard from your blood.

And without fail, you felt the overwhelming need to roll your hips against him.

You felt his hands shift to his belt, undoing it, and you couldn't help but look down to stare as he pulled his cock out with a sigh of relief.

His fingers accidentally brushed against the swell between your legs and you gasped, hips involuntarily bucking into his touch.

Surprisingly enough, he pulled back to look at you with your blood staining his lips.

“What is it?”

And then his gaze dropped down to your breasts once again, and you noticed a damp spot on either side.

Fuck.

Too much milk…

You felt a wave of embarrassment hit you in full force as a few droplets of milk began to sip through the fabric.

But Astarion didn't seem bothered at all.

If anything, he looked rather… interested in this turn of events.

“I apologise… I'm too full.” You said quietly, wiping a few drops away with your fingers.

He shook his head, eyes still glued to your chest. “And I'm too willing… and rather curious.”

That caught you off guard.

“Astarion?”

Was he…

Surely not, right?

“I could offer to alleviate you…” he began, finger dragging the fabric down, fulling exposing one breast and the leaking nipple. “And I ask but one thing.”

Gods…

“What is it…”

He ran the pad of his thumb across your skin, gathering some beads of milk.

“Let me be inside you.”

You immediately clenched hard around nothing, surprised that your body had so eagerly responded to his suggestion.

He then brought his thumb to wrap his lips around it, sucking gently.

Your eyes widened.

Astarion had never tasted your milk before.

In fact, you weren't even sure he had ever wanted to.

Until now.

He hummed softly. “A slight sweetness to it… I like it.”

You were too perplexed to formulate a coherent reply to that remark.

“Will you indulge me, darling? I am curious to know how much harder I can get from your milk.”

He grazed his thumb across your nipple again, and you nearly moaned from the sight of it.

As you slowly nodded, you felt his other hand snake in between you two until he had one finger pushing your undergarments to the side.

“You don't have to do anything,” he said sweetly. “I just want you to sit on it and warm me up.”

He pulled gently and you shifted your hips, rapidly feeling the tip of his cock nudging at your entrance.

You were aroused and wet enough to comfortably have him slide inside with little to no resistance.

Unexpectedly, he craned his neck until he captured the nipple with hungry lips, latching perfectly.

Your hand dropped to his shoulder for support as you lowered yourself on him, not able to hold back the breathy gasp that tore through your throat from the initial stretch.

He was hard, but not hard enough as he hadn't drunk enough of your blood or indulged in enough foreplay to get to that point of no return.

You felt a growl rumble from his mouth as he buried himself inside you to the hilt.

Your half-closed eyes shifted to the sight of him latched perfectly, eyes closed as he vigorously swallowed your milk.

It felt slightly more arousing than having him drink your blood.

The thought of him drinking something that he was partly responsible for you to be producing had you clench around him, earning a grunt.

You placed one hand to his cheek, drops of milk pooling at the corner of his mouth before trailing down.

You clenched again, and he immediately let go of your nipple with a strained groan, both hands gripping your waist tightly.

He looked heavenly with all the white liquid coating his lips and dripping down his chin.

Not able to resist the sight any longer, you tilted his head back and kissed him, immediately parting your lips.

He promptly pushed some of the sweet liquid against your tongue with his own and it was enough for you to roll your hips, teasing his cock.

But he immediately stilled you by increasing the grip on the flesh of your waist.

“Do not do that… allow me to get harder from just your milk.”

Gods… he was doing a terrific job edging you just with words.

His cock did already feel harder than before, but you were curious to see - and feel - how much more he could throb for you.

He shifted his attention to the other breasts, exposing it to the cool air as the other nipple kept on dripping milk that was beginning to soak his shirt.

“Be quick… Gale is….”

Astarion frowned. “Can you perhaps not mention his name as I'm inside you, darling?”

You nodded, biting back a chuckle at how visibly annoyed he looked.

Clearing his throat, you watched as he took your other nipple in between his fingers, once again latching perfectly, the suction and eagerness drawing out a moan from you.

You dragged your finger from his cheek to the corner of his mouth, wiping it clean before dragging it down his neck, a trail of wetness glistening on his skin.

Driven by lust and lust alone, you pressed your palm flat against his neck, just so you could feel him downing your milk.

His vigour never faltered and you could only moan, going crazy from not being able to properly ride him, but being compensated with his cock progressively getting harder and harder, twitching deep inside you.

You could still feel your breasts rather full, but Astarion was experienced when it came to downing heavy flows of blood, so this posed no challenge to him.

And sure enough, with each gulp, you could feel it getting lighter and less strained.

He only tore away once he couldn't get the desired flow anymore.

You could only smile warmly at the sight of your milk dripping from his chin, down his neck and staining his shirt.

“So? How much harder did you get?”

His cock immediately twitched inside you.

“Can't you feel it?”

You dragged your thumb across his lower lip, admiring his beauty.

Then he gripped your wrist, and pulled you against his chest, grunting as you clenched instinctively around him.

“Astarion… we need to go now,” you said with a soft smile.

You could feel some of your milk spilling into his shirt, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

And neither could he.

“Let me stay inside you a while longer, lover.”

Masterlist

[riverink]

Kinktober Day 1: Lactation

Angel Sunday x Priest male!reader Summary: A pure Angel learns what his body is able to do. Angels have both male and female anatomy, so Sundays chest can lactate. Corrupted Priester makes Sunday discover that.

Sunday was supposed to be a perfect being of light. Watching after his little sheep and guiding them to the path of Harmony. He did his duties with diligence, guiding and watching his sheep. But one catched his attention more than he should. A priest that seemed ominous to him. He did his duties as he should but there was a certain Aura around this priest and Sunday can´t help but feel drawn to him.

Sunday lingered in the back of the church hidden and watching as the priest tended his duties. (Y/n) turned to him and fixed him with his gaze, "Didn´t know i was worthy of such a heavenly visit" Sundays wings ruffled, a bit suprised by the sudden discovery but he haistly composed himself again. "Well you seem intriguing my priest. Dilligent in your duties but you hide something."

Sunday comes up to the priest, glaring at him in suspicioun. (Y/n) chuckles softly. "Oh but my Angel, why so wary of me. I could never hurt a fly." His eyes half lidded, he invades the Angel´s space. "But maybe you came to me for something specific?"

Sunday´s breath hitched, he should step away but he was too engrossed in the priest´s gaze. Something in him steered and a shudder ran down his spine.

Now Sunday finds himself in a private room away from any watchfull eyes. He was sitting in the priests lap, small whimpers comeing from him. "This is sinfull you should be ashamed"

(Y/n) coos at him, "My little bird you followed me so willingly to our privacy." The priests hand wander over his stomach and up to his chest. "And after all you are quite eager for someone despising such sinfull behaviour".

Sunday moans softly and arches into the priests hand. "Stop this blasphemous act...This is nothing....that arouses me", despite his statement Sunday pants, his nipple hardening.

"Your body clearly wants something different when your mind and i will happily indulge your body". (Y/n) hands open up Sunday´s clothes, exposing his chest. Softer and more full than what the priest expected. Finding his nipples and starting to rub them and twist them. They get stiffer and (Y/n) lifts him in his lap to turn him around.

"W-wait what are you doing!" Sunday protests but before he can actually deny it the priest has his mouth on his nipples and start to lick and suck on them. Sunday yelps. "Stop...this", he arches his back more into the contact.

(Y/n) pulls off with a lewd pop and keeps massaging his chest. "I dont think you really want me to stop." A hand wanders down to the obvious tent in Sunday´s pants already leaking. "You are just as aroused as i am." The priest returns on sucking on his nipples. Altering between both and kneeding the soft flesh with his hands.

"Something feels...weird. Like something comes out." Sunday gasps and squirms. And then milk drips from his nipples, not much at first but Sunday cant deny the amazing feeling it brings him and he starts grinding his hips. "This should not be possible, my body is pure."

"Oh Angel apparently not as pure as you thought. You taste amazing Sweetheart." (Y/n) keeps lapping up his milk, soon a steady little flow running down his chest. "Let´s see if you can come from only your nipples Angel." The priest goes to work, sucking the nipples more into his mouth. Biting at one and rolling the other between his fingers. Sunday starts to pant and his hips stutter before the dampness of his pants increases. A broken moan leaving him as he throws his head back.

"Good little Bird!" The priest coos. The so pure and heavenly Angel was a mess now. Arousal dripping in his pants and a steady flow of milk down his chest. Nipples read and puffy.

"More~~" The angel whimpers and starts to grind again. The priest guides his hips back and forth. "Oh dont worry my Angel, we have all the time in the world."

[themeraldee]

Sweet As Honey

[Masterlist] [AO3]

18+ Only | 7.6k | Homelander x fem!Reader | Set in Season 4. Lactation kink. Breastfeeding. Self-induced lactation (there might be inaccuracies). Established relationship. Shower sex. (And more importantly) Awkward shower sex. Some dirty talk. Cockwarming.

Written for cozy corner kinktober prompt #21: Breastfeeding

Huge kudos to @witchyclipse for beta-reading and keeping me sane 💚

Ever since Homelander has taken up the role as the head of Vought, things have changed. He’s always had to carry the burden of being the company’s poster boy, but it’s a whole different league to be involved with the business side of things.

This change has put a mild strain on your relationship. With the increasingly irritable moods he comes home with, you have tried coming up with more and more ways to make him feel better and release the increasing tension. You’ve even tried your hand at massages. And even though Homelander sighs happily anytime your oiled hands glide down his back, you know it’s more of a soft caress than a massage. And while there’s nothing wrong with a soft touch, the tickle of your hands doesn’t ease any of the deep ache lingering in the fibers of his steel woven muscles.

The closest you ever got him to release even a sliver of tension has been with sex. No matter what the situation outside your little bubble of content and intimacy ends up being, he’s never taken away from either of your pleasures. He’s entirely in the moment. He can be an incredibly attentive lover, thinking of you and only you. Whether it’s about your pleasure or his own, his mind doesn’t wander to outer conflicts. It’s why you push for long sessions whenever you can. The longer you can keep him in the subspace the better.

So it’s not that any of the things you do don’t help. They do. Very well in fact. Daily you have Homelander purring in your lap while you stroke his hair or moaning in your ear while you stroke his cock. He happily guzzles up all the love, care, and attention you pour down his throat. 

However, his highs don’t last long. As soon as he’s forced to break out of the dreamlike state that only you and him inhabit, his mind is quickly plagued with the overwhelming thoughts of plans going wrong and positive public perception dropping in waves.

This is most prevalent after nightfall. The dark of the night brings out his inner demons. The tension snaps back into his spine like a spring that you’ve been doing your best to keep bent the entire evening.

Falling asleep is a tough ordeal. Once that hurdle is over, sleeping soundly is an even harder challenge. His nightmares frequent his sleep more often these days. 

So you do your best to soothe him through this transition. Some nights you talk his worries away. Filling his mind with an enticing vision of escaping the media and the corporate driven life he’s surrounded himself with. You place him in the imaginary scenario of a warm family home. There he comes home to soft music, warmth and comfort. In his mind you’re preparing a home-cooked meal for him and Ryan, calling everyone down to the dinner table when you’re ready. Family pictures on the walls, Ryan’s achievements tacked to the fridge with magnets; nothing about this image screams control or misery. His perfect imaginary family. 

The wistful smile he gives the vision you describe always tugs at your heartstrings. You both know it’s a fantasy and in a way is no better than the Vought-curated story of his upbringing. While the idea is fun to roleplay, at the end the vision always falls apart like a house of cards. 

The hurt he carries pains you to see. So you relish in knowing that you’re the reason behind his relieved sigh anytime he comes home. Just like the soft hum that resembles a purr anytime you’ve got him soft and malleable in your lap. It warms your heart on a daily basis that you still affect him so.

But you know you can do more. 

While other people would be upset at their partner having less time for them, for you it couldn’t have come at a better time. Before this whole Vought takeover really happened you couldn’t free yourself from Homelander’s presence for even a good ten minutes. Whether it’d be him making sure he’s always by your side, because you never know what might happen, or him keeping an eye on you through the walls of the Vought tower; you knew he was constantly there.

Planning any sort of surprise was impossible. He’d always come home, greeting you with a smile and a not at all subtle, what did you get up to today, planning anything? Like a child, too impatient to wait till Christmas morning, he’s scanning every room looking for whatever present or surprise you have prepared for him. And while it’s been annoying to not be able to surprise him, you can’t really fault him too much. He’s never had any of this. After he divulged the details of his upbringing, you started seeing how with you around, he was chasing the moments he missed out. So if looking for secret presents or having you read your book out loud as he dozes off next to you heals any part of his inner child, you can’t really complain.

During these tense days you see how much he craves the simplicity of what should have been. A childhood, and normal upbringing that would have never gotten him into this mess. Something that would ground him and soothe his soul. 

This is where your plan comes into play. It didn’t take long into your relationship for you to figure out just how much Homelander was fixated on your breasts. It’s where his hands immediately slip down to when your kissing got hot and heavy. It’s where he presses his lips anytime he’s inside you and in reach. And it’s most definitely where you most frequently catch him staring when you’re not looking.

The most recent development started off with Homelander falling asleep on your chest. Something about your heartbeat loud in his ears soothing him and putting him to sleep. This gradually turned into Homelander absentmindedly, or so he says, playing with your breasts. Which very quickly turned into him suckling on your nipples as he fell asleep. You never found it bothersome, quite the opposite.  

And seeing him nuzzle into your chest so peacefully, suckling on your breast with such a content face just gave you an idea. Another thing that he’s never had. Something you’re more than happy to provide.

You prove yourself to be resourceful. While Homelander is out of the penthouse juggling crime fighting, press conferences, public appearances and meetings, you’re at home researching home remedies, housewife tales and experiences of wet nurses.

Upon finding out that it’s possible for you to induce lactation without being pregnant or undergoing hormonal treatments, you cheer. While keeping this little secret to yourself would be easy enough with how occupied Homelander was these days, keeping up with a hormonal regiment would be a lot harder to explain.

So started your journey. It took a few months of constant massages. You introduced herbal medicine in the form of teas into your diet. Easily dismissed to Homelander as your new routine towards better health. From fenugreek to fennel seeds, you’ve tried everything to beat the odds. Your determination and hordes of free time left you able to fully commit. 

Knowing you were doing this for him was enough motivation to keep going. Anytime he’d come home upset, irritable and grumpy you made yourself another cup of tea and gave your breasts an extended massage in the shower.

Even in all your secrecy, Homelander still noticed something being off. Across the time together he’s gotten to know your body to a tee, identifying your cycles is as easy as knowing the day of the week. So it’s not surprising that he comments on changes to your body that are out of the typical window.

He nearly caught wind of your secret few months into your little experiment, when he kissed his way down your neck and your chest. Too eager to get his lips around your hardened nipples to take his time cherishing each inch of your skin like he normally would. 

He gives your nipple a kiss, parting his lips to suckle on it like usual but he stops himself right before, making an intrigued hum. 

“Your nipples are more swollen than usual.” He gives it a little lick, as if to check if everything is okay with you. 

“Oh it’s just this new bra I got. It’s a little irritating.” You easily lie. You’ve prepared yourself for this confrontation many times in your mind, coming up with plausible scenarios. And while you’re aware of Homelander’s disdain for liars, you know he’ll forgive this once your plan comes to fruition. 

“Well, fuck, buy some new ones. Have a shopping spree. Or whatever.” He sighs in between your breasts as he presses wet kisses into the soft skin. 

You chuckle at the suggestion. Of course, he’s always there to meet your every wish and demand. Should you voice it or not. “There’s no need, I’ve got plenty. Really.”

“Oop, nope, you’re not getting out of this one. Haven’t had you give me a show in a little while now.” He gives you a cheeky look but really his attention is equally split in between your conversation and your breasts and you know he’s soon going to forget this little detail.

“Sure. If it’ll make you happy. Though I’m not sure a new bra will help. Starting to think you’re the culprit.” Your tone is tinted with your smile as you run your hands through his hair making him hum around your nipple.

“Guilty.” He popped his lips off wetly for a second before turning back to lick and kiss his way around your breasts to continue his nighttime ritual.

And for all of Homelander’s pride in his enhanced senses, he’s not noticed anything different since then. Except for commenting on the obvious enlargement of your breasts, which you end up blaming on your cycle or—when that excuse falls through—weight gain. A fact he very happily hummed at before continuing his playtime.

Lucky for you, you got to conduct your little experiment at your pace. For once really getting to surprise him.

Except all you end up doing is surprising yourself. 

Although your breasts feel more swollen and tender these days you blame it on the constant massaging and Homelander’s very own take on stimulation of the tissue. And yet, you’ve still not gotten any tangible results. The defeatist part of you was ready to wave your plans goodbye as a result. Until now. 

You’re indulging in your nighttime routine before Homelander comes back home. The tenderness you feel as you massage your breasts with the help of a vanilla and almond milk body wash is nothing new. What’s new is the milky droplet you notice when you wash off the soapy residue off your breasts. 

What happens next is a rollercoaster only you’re privy to.

Your heart races, the joy nearly making you scream in celebration as a months-long process is finally bearing fruits. The overwhelming glee you feel at finally being able to gift Homelander this homemade treat is quickly soured when you just about hear the door slam.

No. no. no! Not like this.

You had a setup in mind. Following your nighttime ritual, you’d be easing his mind with the sweet rivulets coating his tongue. You imagined the palpable relief you’d feel coming off him with each suckle of his lips. You don’t want him to find out like this. 

You can only hope that he’s annoyed and distracted enough that blaming the scented soap would be enough of an explanation to the underlying sweet scent of your milk. Your own milk. The thought alone was enough to make you giddy again. The man has been entertaining your every wish and whim throughout your entire relationship. Not only has he been terribly difficult to surprise, the appropriate gift has been just as hard to find. Who knew that you’d find the perfect one within yourself. The thought of finally revealing your secret to Homelander leaves a visceral throb of warmth in between your thighs..

Your body goes through sharp turns each second. From joy to dread to arousal, you feel the anticipation of what’s to come when the bathroom door opens and in walks an already naked Homelander.

“Fuck, you're a sight for sore eyes. Missed you.” Homelander quickly makes his way into the glass walled shower sliding right behind you, his arms automatically wrapping around your waist.

“I missed you too. I'm glad you're home.” You mumbled weakly, tilting your head to the side to allow him to press a kiss to your cheek first, neck second. Even amidst the spray of hot water his lips are hot against your skin, leaving warm tingles along their path.

“You have no clue how happy I am to see you.” He talks into the juncture of your neck, barely audible to you. But you catch the fatigued tone nonetheless. Maybe today really is a perfect day for the reveal.

“What happened?” 

“You don't have to worry your pretty head about that right now. I can tell you later.” One of Homelander's arms dips lower. He exhales in a way that feels like releasing the entire day's worth of weight off his shoulders.

“Now… I want you. Because fuck, I don't know what you've used today but you smell really fucking good.” He inhales sharply letting the soft vanilla and almond sweet smell of you take over his senses. Whether or not his senses picked up on the lingering milky undertone is something you don't want to press on. Instead you distract him.

You spread your legs a little allowing his hand to slither in between your legs. While water is not a lubricant your pooled arousal is. Already you’re slick enough to let his fingers glide along the velvety softness of your cunt. 

“Look at you... You know—hah—I could hear your heart rate go a teeny tiny bit insane when I arrived. Getting up to no good, were you?” You clearly see the mischievous grin in your mind without having to turn around.

“I wanted to be ready for you.” You exhale softly. You slump in his hold. It's nice to be able to relax and feel his deft fingers softly rolling your clit in a way that leaves your nerves buzzing and craving more. “I was hoping you'd get home soon.” You trail off, your voice turning a little high pitched as he massages you precisely enough to get your thighs quivering. He's learned how to rub your clit in a way that feels like bursts of fire sparking underneath the surface while not overstimulating you. It feels like heaven. Your eyes roll back and you grip hold onto the arm that he still has wrapped around your middle.

And while your arousal came from the excitement regarding the progress of your long-winded journey it’s not difficult to lose sight of that when Homelander is coaxing sweet moans out of you with well placed strokes around your clit. The victory is all forgotten by the time you feel his hard cock grinding against your ass, just begging to be taken care of.

Homelander has always been a needy lover. Even when his day to day is filled with bullshit he seems to be losing more and more of his sanity over, he still takes care of you as thoroughly as you deserve. Of course, knowing he’s getting just as thorough of a treatment from you. 

“Feel that?” He grunts in your ear. Taking the opportunity to nip your ear with a playful chuckle.

“So fuckin’ slutty of you, barely touched you and you’re already dripping.” Your legs feel like jelly with the way he treats you. He holds you tight, unyielding against his frame. Manipulating you to his heart's content. You’re almost off the ground. You can still reach with your tip toes but it’s far enough that it forces you to sag all your weight onto his frame. The sense of weightlessness and the confusing physicality at play gets you lightheaded. With how effortlessly he supports your weight, his fingers find it easier to glide with precision.

Normally you’d love to return the dialogue. Praise his efforts, his body, his mind. Just him. You know that’s what he wants. But the euphoria from the excitement and the constant burning pressure on your clit is enough to have your mind spinning. Barely focused on what he’s saying, let alone capable of coming up with your own sexy one-liners. 

“I love that about you, you know that? You’re so responsive. You never disappoint. Needy. Eager. All for me.” His voice gets frazzled towards the end. The quiver in the way his voice breaks could make anyone think he’s the one close to the finish line. And really, if you weren’t still getting sprayed by hot water you’d be able to feel the precum his cock has leaked all over you, grinding into your body with the slip it provided. Even though you’ve given him no extra attention, you simply craving him is more than enough to get him riled up.

It’s okay, he’ll get his turn. He’ll get his reward.

"Nobody can make you feel this good, baby. Nobody." He trails off with a hiss; the smell of you intoxicating enough amongst the soft sweet scents of almond and vanilla.

What makes Homelander a truly great lover is his unfaltering pace. He’s not pausing because he has to readjust his grip on you, neither is his hand tired from the endless and torturously consistent strokes around your clit that make your nerves light up all the way to your toes. 

“Gonna be a good girl and cum for me? I know you’re close. I can almost fucking taste it.” Homelander sounds wrecked. 

As if he could feel every single sensation your body is going through. Maybe part of him can. He’s so attuned to your body’s reactions. The smell, the sound of your heartbeat, the feel of your straining muscle, the tremble of your limbs. It’s no wonder he’s just as affected. 

He’s proud of being able to make you feel this way. Being the only one to make you feel this way. He has said so many times before and he continues to do so. He revels in being able to bring you the heavens themself with each spectacular orgasm. “M’gonna need you to hurry up sweetheart. I still want to fuck you.” He says this with a chuckle as if you were simply a little late to a meeting and not on the brink of a mind-altering orgasm. “And with how good you smell, hah well, I’m not gonna fucking last long.” 

With a few more finishing strokes you’re locking up in his hold. This orgasm had a long build up. The consistency of his strokes slowly stoked the fire to a bright flame until you felt the sensation spread to every nerve ending across your body. From your toes to your scalp, your body endlessly tingling. You slump in his arms, the pleasure pulsating through you like waves crashing across the beachfront one after another. 

“Mhmm that’s it, spread your legs a little more.” Homelander grunts out. He isn’t patient enough to give you a second to collect yourself. So you lean forward a little, bracing against the wall while you part your legs. A shiver runs through you when he grinds his cock in between your legs. The head of it catching on your abused clit.

While you’re excited to feel him in you, the need for each other isn’t enough to overcome the awkwardness that tends to come with shower sex. It’s slippery, wet and the verticality ups the difficulty. 

Homelander struggles pushing inside you from the odd angle your bodies are at. You’d be giggling at the clumsy slide of it all if it wasn’t for your own frustrated impatience. You whimper and whine, almost in protest at not yet getting what he promised. Homelander, in equal fashion, grunts in annoyance. Each effort to stuff you full gets derailed by slipperiness of your folds. And while the thickness of him rubbing between your slit feels grand, it’s not enough to quench his hunger for your tight squeezing warmth.

“Please… I need—” You whimper when the tip of him hits your clit again. Your clit feels so overstimulated that at this point it resembles the fuzzy shocked feeling of hitting your funny bone. 

“—I'm fucking trying alright, stop moving so much.” Homelander interrupts you, even more frustrated than you.

“Your cunt is just too fucking slippery. God fuck—” It’s when the tip of him finally makes it in, yet manages to slip out right as he’s eager to push in all the way is when he’s really had enough. 

Homelander effortlessly lifts you up, forcing your knees to bend, pressing against your chest as his hands grasp the flesh of the back of your thighs. 

You yelp at the sudden feeling of weightlessness. It’s the one thing that never ceases to amaze you. With your previous partners the sex positions didn’t move past the classics. All perfectly fine positions that you still thoroughly enjoy with Homelander on a daily basis. But nothing thrills you as much as being able to feel his wholly inhuman strength. Easily tossing you around and molding you to his body. You become less of an active participant and more of a warm and perfectly wet toy for him to fuck into.

Now is no different. Homelander finally manages to sink his cock into your throbbing and just as eager pussy. Your little content sigh of relief at finally being filled doesn’t last long. Instead he steals your breath away with the hurried press of his hips into yours. Your weight in his arms does nothing to deter his pace, effortlessly ruining you both with the slide of his cock. You brace yourself against his arms, looking for a shred of stability but that never comes.

The stretch of his cock from this position makes your clit ache. Already desperate for more direct attention. Opposite to the long drawl of your orgasm, Homelander is rutting into you as if he’s competing with himself on how many more thrusts he can fit in before he’s unloading into you.

It’s not many. He was clearly as worked up as he sounded. Losing himself in your pliant and warm body was already mind-blowing any given day. Being able to manhandle you fully, not giving you any leverage was an entirely different beast. While still minding his strength he lets himself unravel into the welcoming squeeze of your walls, pumping spurt after spurt of hot cum deep inside you.

While the quick fuck managed to reignite your flame, you don’t find it in you to beg for another finish. You feel rattled, legs resembling jelly and you haven’t even been put down. You’re all too aware of the way the thickness of his cock slowly slides out, and with it your pussy squeezes out a dribble of cum, sliding down in between your ass cheeks. 

You whimper at loss almost instinctively at this point. Some would find it surprising to see just how carefully Homelander sets you down but to him it’s a no-brainer. You’re precious cargo. And even then, standing on your own legs doesn’t feel right after what you’ve been through.

You hang onto his frame. Your quivering limbs make you hazy. Your pussy trembles with the remnants of your previous orgasm and the one that could have been. “Thank you.” Mindlessly you lul your head against his chest, breathing out the words.

Homelander laughs. Rarely do you thank him for sex but it’s a good indicator of how thoroughly he melted your brain. He always enjoys the extra stroke of his ego. Even if things are precarious or falling apart you will always be here, ready to sing his praises in all the genres.

“Mhm, you’re very welcome.” He pinches your chin and brings you closer for a big kiss. He indulges in the lazy press of your lips to his and he keeps you there for long enough to really imprint the feel and taste of your lips into his own.

You gain some clarity back when you pull away.

“Come on, let’s get to bed.” He greedily squeezes your ass with a wicked look. How he still holds the same excitement for more amazes you. In comparison you feel like you’ve run a marathon. 

Plus there’s the whole thing with your breast milk coming in that you’ve yet to mention.

“I’ll meet you there in a minute. Just want to clean myself up.” You say offhandedly. Really you wanna wash the scent of sex off your body so nothing detracts from the sweetness of your milk. You want your surprise to be perfect.

“Don’t take too long.” You can just about hear him over the shower as he leaves the bathroom after drying himself off. 

As the time for your big reveal nears you feel the anxiety brew in your gut. You’ve been working on this for months. The last thing you need right now is for your body to fail you. Just the idea of this plan failing or worse—him hating it—leaves you your gut in knots.

No. No, you can’t stress yourself out. Your body needs peace, quiet and excitement. Positive thoughts and feelings. You will yourself instead to think of the reward, the payoff of seeing Homelander grateful, happy and relieved.

You massage your body and breasts with some unscented soap you keep around for times when Homelander is feeling particularly overstimulated with senses. You do your best to wash off both Homelander’s cum and your arousal. You want a clean slate.

Resetting your mind back to your nighttime ritual, your body untangles the knots of anxiety. You leave the shower calm and at peace. You take your time drying yourself off, blow-drying your hair to not make the sheets wet and finishing off with brushing your teeth. You’re taking an awful long time but there’s not been a moment when he’s not waited for the warmth of your body lulling him to sleep.

He can wait a little longer. 

You hang up both yours and Homelander’s towel—one he left on the counter—and you wrap yourself up in your favourite combo of particularly fluffy robe and slippers. Both are of great quality, courtesy of Homelander. The robe feels soft and warm against your bare skin and part of you dreads the short moment when you’re gonna need to take it off before sliding into bed. It’s one of the few things you’ve cared to enjoy the luxury of. The comfort is unmatched.

Same goes for bedsheets. You’ve told him before that albeit the satin sheets look fancy and expensive, they don’t provide the soft comfort of a loving home you’ve been trying to introduce him to. It’s a constant battle trying to warm up the cold museum-like quality of his living quarters. But alas, one swap at a time.

The path from the main bathroom to bedroom isn’t long but you’re still grateful for your fuzzy slippers. No need to get your feet cold if you can help it.

You finally make it to the bedroom, well, if you could even call it a room. It took a little while to get used to the sprawling open space of his penthouse. Nothing really felt enclosed and the idea of some Vought employees having full access to not just his penthouse but the very exposed sleeping quarters made you queasy.

“Took you long enough.” He’s already in bed, covered with a blanket from the waist down. He props himself up on his elbows, unashamedly looking you up and down. He raises his eyebrows, expectantly nodding at you to proceed. 

You untie your fluffy robe, sliding it off your shoulders. Immediately shivering as the cool air hits your skin. Vought could really heat this place better. You catch the thick fabric of your robe before it falls to the ground, draping it over the ottoman in front of the bed.

Homelander whistles and his lips stretch into a wide grin.

“You’re ridiculous.” You shake your head, smile tugging at your lips. 

“And you’re gorgeous.”

He’s different today. Something about the way he looks at you that brings back the boyish charm he had when he swept you off your feet for the first time. These days you see worry lines and furrowed brows adorning his features more often than not. Rarely does he come home happy. 

But now? He’s looking at you, bare to the world, with that twinkle in his eye, finding comfort and excitement in your presence.

“You’re gonna tease me any longer? Come on, come here already.” His tone makes you feel giddy, it’s exciting—especially knowing you’ve a little surprise of your own. It’s lucky he caught you in the shower today.

Usually he comes home late when you’re already in bed reading a book, waiting for him to seek out some much needed comfort. You cherish those moments too, but today’s excitement feels particularly rare. It gives you a preview into what life could be like if things were different. 

But just like the fantasy of peaceful family life you often feed him, this also feels like a temporary illusion, just waiting to give way for the gruesome reality you find yourself to be a bystander to. 

Still, you take it for what it is and throw yourself into bed, straight under the covers he lifts for you. You’re used to sleeping naked because of him. Homelander says the sound of mismatched fabrics rubbing up against one another is downright infuriating. But really, you see it for what is. Though you can’t deny that the occasional midnight romp or a morning quickie heats up a lot faster with no clothes in between. 

Homelander quickly pulls you in, already greedy for a kiss. Barely apart for a moment and he’s already ravenous. It makes you wonder how he manages without you the entire day. 

Your hands glide from his stomach, over his hairy chest and up and behind his neck. He kisses you in his signature possessive way. 

There’s barely any build up. He goes from a decent, soft press of his lips to eagerly licking yours open. His moans are needy, impressing themselves into your lips as he takes over your lips with deep, open-mouthed kisses. Chasing after you each time you move any other direction that’s not towards him.

The sudden change from a gentle kiss to a downright sloppy makeout session shocks you enough to lose your bearings. Not that you had many to begin with. Effortlessly, Homelander pushes your back flat to the mattress. The power you feel from such a simple push shocks a giggle out of you, sending a tingle down your spine in excitement.

He leans over you, propped up by his elbows and knees. While you thought he had plenty of excitement in the shower he seems to be just as riled up by this charged up energy surrounding you both tonight. You feel his cock, already half hard, pressed in between your bellies.

He kisses you with raw hunger, his deep kisses pulling sighs and moans out of you. Apart from his inexperience when it comes to innocent affection and love, he’s mastered the art of making you feel like he’s pulling you apart bit by bit with every kiss. 

He kisses the rest of your body with his hand. Sliding from your shoulder to your arm then to your hip and thigh, pulling on your leg to wrap it around his waist. Without a break in the kiss he swaps hands and treats your other leg in the same way. He settles himself firmly in between your legs, still too focused on your lips to move things further along. Though you’re very aware of the weight of his hefty cock.

Just when he’s letting your lips off the hook, finding his next victim in the soft skin of your neck, you glide your hand up the back of his head, pulling on his hair. You pull hard enough to earn both a moan and an inquisitive look in his eyes. This is not the energy he was expecting from you today.

“Slow down baby… I just… I need you to take it a little easy on me.” You mumble. The showertime shenanigans left you feeling a little sore and tender. Albeit good in the moment, your soft pussy easily aches and needs some gentle treatment from time to time.

He looks at you with this innocent puppy look and you feel a little bad for breaking his flow and making him feel like he did something wrong. He just hums and gives you a little nod. His ravenous kisses turn soft and sweet when your fingers scratch through his hair, giving him a glorious scalp massage.

“Could you keep me warm? Please?” He asks softly, an uncharacteristic trait that very few have gotten to see over the years. Without waiting for an answer he’s squeezing his cock at the base, little more than half hard now and steadily filling out as he gently guides the soft tip through your slit gathering the wetness on his cock.

“Mhm, of course. Be gentle, okay?” He almost whimpers at the approval as he presses the soft head of his cock into your pussy, guiding inch by inch into you. He’s not fully hard and that makes it easier on your tender tissue. The heft of him sits comfortably inside you, right in the space he has long carved out for himself. 

Your pussy softly pulses around him, not out of your own doing but just the pure instinct of having him inside you. It’s comforting. Intimate. Something you didn’t expect to become a favourite part of your nighttime routine.

Homelander keens as he settles into you, every instinct screaming at him to fuck you again. But the hand at the back of his head scratching at his hair makes him melt. The soft and warm touch almost matches the equally soothing warmth of your pussy and he happily lets you guide his head to your chest.

Homelander descends kisses upon the soft skin in between your breasts. It's instinctual at this point. His palm softly cups your left breast from the outer side. His lips ghost over the delicate skin of your breast, hot breath mapping his way across.

You feel your heart rate spike as his lips inch closer and closer to your nipple. The excitement coiling in your gut and partially souring into anxiety. The thoughts coming back to you again. What if he doesn't like it? 

He's desperate for the familiar comfort, his parted lips releasing a soft stuttered moan as he moves up to the peak. His cock twitches inside you as soon as his lips brush upon your nipple.

You watch with bated breath as Homelander finally wraps his lips around the hard bud. Your heartbeat is picking up speed as you watch him intently, hoping—no, praying—that your body won't disappoint you.

It happens quickly. He pulls away in shock, uttering a panicked, what the fuck, as he flattens both palms on either side of your body, pushing himself upright. 

“Ah! Oh fuck…a-ah…” You yelp out in shock followed by a pained stuttered moan as his hips push forward in shock. His cock goes fully hard in the moment, burying itself as deep as your pussy allows in a sharp and uncontrolled thrust.

His eyes turn from wild, panicked and confused to worried. “Fuck, sorry, sorry,” he whimpers, his body buzzing, vibrating with unspent energy. You watch as his tongue darts out, collecting a droplet from his lips as well as licking the entire surface area just in case he missed any.

As the immediate reminder hits his tongue his eyes flicker in between the droplet of milk beading on your nipple, and you. 

“W-what? How?” He scrunches his eyebrows before dipping his sight lower. For a second you think he’s looking at how deep his cock was in you.

“You're not pregnant. H-h-how?” He stutters, shaking his head in short bursts, squinting at you in confusion.

“Did you just look in my uterus?!”

“Stop avoiding the question.” 

His expectant gaze and the way it flickers in between your leaking nipple and your eyes has your gut twisting with anxiety. Was it too much after all? Did he not want this? 

“I…I just. Um, I just read up on some stuff. You don’t need to be pregnant for…well, for this to happen.” Your ears burn with embarrassment at being examined at such a deep level. You don’t want to upset him. The whole point of this was to make him feel good. Make him happy. Did you overthink this? Looked too much into it? “Stimulation, massages, all the stuff we do. It helps it happen.”

“Babe, I’ve been sucking on your tits for a while now. It hasn’t happened before.”

“I’ve been massaging them a lot throughout the days. It took a few months.”

“I didn’t notice you doing that.”

“You’ve been busy. Look if this is weird—” You can’t stand the awkwardness brewing in you like a storm, a feeling similar to sour burning bile making its way up your throat.

“—I should’ve noticed this…” Homelander interrupts you, his gaze now firmly with your leaking nipple. Absent-mindedly he licks his lips again, as if looking for any milky residue. ”You—umh, hah, you did this? You really did this just for… just for me?” His voice goes from level to wrecked in the span of a sentence.

His expression looks tortured, brows furrowed, lips parted. A little strangled gasp leaves him as he watches you tap your finger against your wet nipple. You bring the tip of your finger to his parted lips. With an anguished whine he purses his lips around the digit. Eyes fluttering shut as he wraps his lips around the tip properly and runs his tongue around it. 

His eyes snap open and meet yours when he pulls the finger out.

With another rushed movement his cock sharply thrusts into you again, forcing a pained little whimper out of you just as Homelander captures your lips. Your aching walls flutter around him with the rush his needy kiss brings. The heat of it blooms in your core. The anxiety dissipating and your gut untangling. 

“Sorry.” He mumbles into the kiss half-heartedly but he’s too preoccupied with pouring his love for you into the press of his lips against yours.

“I fucking love you.” He spat out in between kisses. Harsh and desperate. Rushing through the motion of the kiss and the words. Worried about the moment escaping him. He imprints the words ‘I love you’ in each kiss. The syllables are barely distinguishable with how closely he’s pressed your mouths together but you feel it. You feel it with each breath, sigh and whimper. 

You pull him away with a simple tug on his hair. He looks high and drunk on the feeling of it all. It’s been a while since you’ve seen him give into you this much. These days he was all about keeping a semblance of control and appearances. Some of that ended up translating into the bedroom and your relationship. While he still had his vulnerable moments with you it was easier to feel bulletproof when he kept up the same act all day and all night.

You nudge his head down, nodding down towards the breast he abandoned earlier. He’s careful with his movements this time. As he moves lower and settles himself on your sternum his cock moves inside you, but the gentle wet glide just pulls a sigh of content out of you this time around.

“It’s okay. Go on, you can have more. It’s for you.” You’re breathless, the anticipation is unreal. After the long prep, being able to see and feel Homelander nursing on your breasts feels like a dream come true.

He brings your breast in a little closer to his lips, already parted and gasping. He leads with his tongue, licking up the little rivulet that dripped out earlier. Carefully he flattens his tongue, dragging it up the tender skin. When he gets to your swollen and leaking bud his tongue gently slides back behind his lips and he wraps them around your nipple.

The feeling of your milk flowing into his mouth is surprisingly more intense than you expected to. You throw your head back on the pillow, exhaling with relief. His tongue presses against your nipple with each suck, lapping up the milk you produce for him and guiding it down his parched throat.

Homelander isn’t doing much better, his brows are furrowed and he’s almost whimpering with each suck. With each glorious, delicious drop he loses more and more composure. His thick eyelashes flutter and you can see the way his tenderness seeps out. Tears bead at his waterline, clumping his eyelashes together into a few thick strands.

Your pussy quivers around him with every press of his tongue and instinctively he softly grinds into you, following each throb of you, matching the rhythm of his sucks as his left hand clutches the side of your ribs while the other still supports your breast.

He’s breathing rapidly through his nose and you feel when with one, two, three strokes he unloads inside you. It happens in the matter of seconds. You knew just how intrinsically emotions played a role in his arousal and it was no surprise that he came with such little stimulation.

As if riding out the pulses and twitches of his cock he sucks harder. 

“Gentler honey…” You guided him, your nails gently scratching down his scalp. He hums affirmatively and he does soften the suction of his lips around your nipple.

You feel his cock soften inside you and you settle yourself a little more comfortably. Relaxing into the mattress, you continuously glide your hands through his hair even when you move him to the other breast.

It’s moments like these that get you appreciating the usually gaudy mirrors surrounding the bed from all angles. You tilt your head to the side and watch the side profile of Homelander indulging with little whimpers and mewls. 

You coo soft words, still comforting him with your fingers in his hair. And really, he’s as relaxed as he’s been in a while. And that makes it all worth it. You smile as you turn your head back and look up this time. The birds-eye view of the two of you feels like a painting. The blanket has been pushed down and bunched up around your bodies while Homelander keeps himself as close to you as possible. You watch the bob of his head as he suckles on your other nipple. You don’t even mind that he’s laying all of his weight on you.

You smile at yourself in the mirror, seeing your goal accomplished. You reach down to pull up the covers a little, keeping both of you cosy and warm. Leaning to the side to pluck the discarded blanket from the side of the bed you move your breast and Homelander’s head with you as if you were supporting a newborn baby’s head. 

Even though the blanket covers him halfway up his back, the mirror gives you a good view of the way he softly grinds his hips into you. It’s less to seek friction and more to just actively feel you around him. The wet glide of your pussy is heavenly and even if he’s not fucking into you with the intention of making either one of you finish, the feeling is still worthy of being indulged in. Like a good dessert.

You turn to humming. Nothing in particular. Songs that are stuck in your head. Or just a random melody of repeating tones. You enjoy the sight of Homelander looking peaceful. Choosing to live in the moment and be grateful for what you were able to achieve today.

You did that.

Homelander takes you out of your dreamy and happy, heart-soaring thoughts with a displeased whimper. He pulls away from your nipple with a kicked-puppy look that nearly has you chuckling. Just like a kitten his lips are covered with the milk residue, beading a droplet in the corner of his lips from when he was getting messy, mouthing at the nipple and your breast rather than just sucking peacefully.

“Sorry. I guess there’s not that much yet.”

“Don’t you fucking dare be sorry. You… you’re perfect.” He places a kiss in between your breasts and nuzzles his head in between the softness of them. “Thank you.” He sighs out quietly. He settles his head comfortably on your chest, his eyes falling shut with heaviness that comes after an exhausting day. 

You readjust your position a little so that he’s only partially lying on your chest, no longer suffocating you with his full weight. You hold his head close to you, enveloping him in a warm embrace as he swiftly dozes off.

You realize he never actually said what angered him today but at the end of the day it doesn’t matter. As long as you can keep him sated and happy, nothing else will ever matter. 

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What is Imbolc?

Imbolc is a festival that marks the midpoint between the Winter Solstice and the Spring Equinox, occurring around February 1-2. Known as Brigid’s Day or Candlemas, it celebrates the first stirrings of spring and the return of light. The name Imbolc translates to “in the belly,” symbolizing new life, growth, and the creative potential that is awakening within the earth. It is a time of purification and renewal, where the energy of the earth begins to rise, bringing warmth and vitality to the whole world.

Imbolc is often dedicated to Brigid, the goddess of fire, healing, poetry, and craftsmanship. Brigid is associated with both the hearth and the forge, embodying the transformative powers of fire and light. As the days grow longer and the sun strengthens, we honor her influence in bringing fertility and growth to the land. The first signs of spring, such as the lactation of ewes and the appearance of snowdrops, are seen as blessings from Brigid, signaling that life is returning.

Imbolc is also a festival of light, a time to celebrate the increasing daylight through the lighting of candles, bonfires, and lanterns. As the earth begins to thaw and the seeds of spring stir beneath the soil, Imbolc offers a space for spiritual growth and creative awakening. It is a perfect time to clear away the stagnant energies of winter, refresh the soul, and prepare for the vibrant months to come. The act of lighting candles not only honors the growing light but also serves as a reminder of the inner light within us all, waiting to shine brightly in the coming seasons.

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Goddess Brigid

Brigid, one of the most revered deities in the Celtic pantheon, is also known as Lady of the Sacred Flame. She is the goddess of healing, fire, smithcraft, creativity, animals, hearth and poetry, Imbolc is her Sabbat, a time dedicated to honoring her influence on creativity and new beginnings. Her symbols are fire, poetry, lambs and fertility. Brigid is often depicted with a flame emerging from her head or a serpent coiled around her, representing the powerful energy she brings. She is also a goddess of protection, childbirth, women, blacksmithing and life.

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The Return of Light and the First Signs of Spring

Imbolc marks the shift from winter to the first signs of spring. Days start to get longer, and you can feel the earth beginning to wake up, even though winter isn’t completely gone. It’s the time when the sun starts to grow stronger, and we begin to see early signs of new life. During Imbolc, many light candles or bonfires in Brigid's honor, celebrating the return of light and the growing strength of the sun as the days grow longer.

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Brigid's Cross

A traditional symbol of Imbolc, Brigid’s Cross is woven from reeds or straw and represents both protection and blessings. It’s believed to offer protection from fire and lightning, making it an essential symbol of Brigid’s influence. In Ireland, it was common to hang Brigid’s Cross on the rafters of homes to invoke her protective energy.

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Brigid's Flame

According to legend, Brigid lit a flame on the hill of Kildare, pledging to keep it burning in her honor. This flame was said to burn continuously, symbolizing her eternal presence and influence over the cycles of life. The fire became a sacred symbol, tended by the Brigidine Sisters for centuries, representing not just physical warmth, but the power of creativity and healing.

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Magic Correspondences

Planets: Sun, Moon, Venus

Season: Midpoint between Winter and Spring

Element: Earth, Fire

Time of Day: Dawn

Tarot: The Star, The Empress, The Ace of Wands

Colors: White, Light Yellow, Green, Gold, Silver, Lilac, Pale Pink, Purple

Herbs: Chamomile, Clover, Angelica, Heather, Basil, Bay Laurel, Willow, Rosemary, Milk Thistle, Coltsfut, Lavender,

Fruits: Orange, Lemon, Pomegranate, Apple, Pear, Blackberry (Brigid's favorite fruit)

Vegetables: Leek, Potato, Carrot, Turnips, Garlic

Runes: Sowilo, Berkano, Algiz, Kenaz

Crystals: Carnelian, Amethyst, Garnet, Onyx, Ruby, Citrine, Clear Quartz, Milk Quartz

Trees: Rowan, Willow, Birch

Goddesses: Brigid, Demeter, Hestia, Vesta, Aphrodite, Ceres, Venus, Arianrhod, Cerridwen, Gaia, Aradia, Athena, Minerva

Gods: Faunus, Eros, Pan, Cupid, Aenghus Og

Dragon: Fafnir

Flowers: Snowdrops, Crocus, Daisy, Dandelion, Chicory

Animals: Lamb, Sheep, Cow, Deer, Groundhog, Hedgehog, Snake, Swan, Wolf, Bear, Boar

Magical Powers: Purification, Renewal, Creativity, Fertility, Awakening, New Beginnings, Hearth and Home, Healing, Hope, Inspiration, Cleansing, Protection

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Activities To Do:

🐑 Light candles or a bonfire to honor the return of the sun.

🐑 Make an Imbolc altar.

🐑 Rest and enjoy the midwinter season doing cozy activities.

🐑 Wear the colors of the season.

🐑 Cook or bake seasonal dishes, especially fresh bread, cheese, or other dairy products.

🐑 Make Brigid's cross.

🐑 Take a walk in nature and collect branches and stones to add to your altar.

🐑 Donate to animal shelters or send wishes for the animals born during this season, especially lambs.

🐑 Eat fresh bread or drink milk

🐑 Clean your house to invite new positive energy.

🐑 CREATE ANYTHING!! whether it’s art, crafts, edits or poetry.

🐑 Write the sigil of Imbolc somewhere visible to attract its energy( I usually do this on a piece of paper that I put on my altar or on my arm)

🐑 Take a bath with lavender or cinnamon essential oil

🐑 Read about the goddess Brigid

🐑 If it’s a sunny day, celebrate the festival of light by spending time outdoors and letting the sun purify you.

🐑 Do offerings for your deities

🐑 Dance to festive music, feel the joy of the season, and let your inner fire shine :D

🐑 Try spinning or crafting with wool to honor traditional Imbolc crafts.

🐑 Look for seasonal flowers like snowdrops or crocus and bring some into your home for decoration.

🐑 Plant seeds if the weather allows, symbolizing new beginnings and growth.

🐑 Do spells for fresh starts and set intentions

🐑 Worship Goddess Brigid or any deities you feel connected to during this time.

🐑 Read poetry to celebrate the creative energy of the season.

🐑 Make an Imbolc Magick Spell Jar

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Food and Drinks:

Dairy products (or vegetarian alternatives), like milk, cheese, and yogurt, freshly baked bread, muffins, waffles, blackberry jam, blackberry cakes (anything with blackberries), lemon cake, poppy seed cakes, biscuits coated in sesame seeds, dishes with bold spices, seeds such as sunflower, poppy, and sesame (for Imbolc seeds are very meaningdul), red cabbage, oats, butter, honey, garlic, scones, pancakes, crepes, pickles, cheese pie, oatcakes, bannock, mashed potatoes, colcannon, chili peppers, eggs, apple tarts, spiced nuts, roasted vegetables, hearty soups, grain-based salads, and citrus fruits, such as orange, lemon or pomelo). Don’t forget to make a wish while flipping your pancakes on Imbolc! <3

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useful sources: Wicca: A Modern Guide To Witchcraft & Magick; Encyclopedia of Witchcraft: The Complete A-Z for the Entire Magical World by Judika Illes

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Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Tags/Warnings: 18+, smut, daddy kink (little), lactation kink, breeding kink, somnophilia mentioned, missionary, Dean being pathetic

A/N: I don't have idea what came over me.

Something unusual had happened to Dean after having the baby. An aura of lust filled him every time he watched you feed his child. He was proud of you, your body giving birth to such a magnificent, healthy human and then feeding him once he was out of your womb.

But what he thought was pride turned into something deeper for him.

He always loved your breasts. Like… A lot. But during and after the pregnancy, that taste only increased into something wilder.

Dean had acquired a taste for your milk.

It started out as something that happened only when you were asleep. You would wake up later feeling your breasts less heavy and somewhat sore. And then it escalated to something Dean brought in at the time of having sex. His mouth against your breasts as you rode him. You could feel your juice leaking out of you as his tongue licked up the rest. You realized that Dean also reached orgasm faster this way. And you enjoyed it too. Every time your breasts hurt he would massage them and then suck and bite them lightly.

Now he was here, on top of you with your legs firmly around his hips. His mouth was attacked to your breast, his lips around your nipple as he bit lightly. He would mumble every now and then against your skin, saying how beautiful you were and how much he loved your body. You tried not to make too much noise so as not to wake the baby.

“Th-that’s it, sweetheart… Feed both daddy and baby.”

You moaned lowly, your hands running through his hair as his hip thrusts were slow, but deep. His cock grazed every part of your walls as the tip caressed your cervix.

“D-Dean…”

“Shhh, beautiful… I’m not done yet.”

He moved his mouth to your other breast, lightly biting your nipple and purring like a kitten that had just been fed milk. In a way, that was what was happening.

“You’re so good to me…” He whispered, tugging at your nipple before letting it go, looking up at you with wet puppy eyes. “Feeding me so well. I could live off of you alone.”

Your milk wet his lips, no matter how much he licked them, you knew they wouldn’t last long until they were wet again.

He brought his face closer to yours, his hips moving rhythmically against you.

“You’re so beautiful…” He murmured before kissing you softly on the lips.

His wet lips moved over yours, his tongue darting out to play with yours, one of his hands that held your leg slowly moving up your body, gently squeezing your breast. He moaned pathetically against your mouth as he felt the liquid stain his fingers. Only then did he pull his mouth away from yours and bring it back down, drinking fervently from your breast. You stroked his hair as he increased the speed of his hips slightly.

“You want me to give you another one, huh, darling? To fill you with my cum and give you another child?” He purred against your breast. “You would be a lovely mother of two, feeding three.”

Your orgasm blossomed inside you, more milk escaping from between Dean’s lips and running through your body. He moaned and ground his hips against you, his white liquid, distinct from the liquid he was milking from you, flooding your insides.

He drank the last of your breast and pulled his mouth away, running his tongue over his lips. His slightly panting breath mixed with yours and he left a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Well done, baby.”

He stayed inside you and held you close, settling you both down for sleep. A part of him was already ready to fill you with his child again. After all, he wouldn’t let his milk supply run out.

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