The milk hit my tongue — sweet, warm, thick. I swallowed. My body responded — the healing, the energy, the strength. Her milk was different from the others. Richer. Denser. Packed with the residual magic of a woman who had been channeling my power for a month. I drank deeply, my hips moving in slow, deep strokes.
Pah Pah Pah.
"Ah — my Lord — HAAANGH~!! — yes — OUNGH~!! — I missed you — AH~!! — I missed you so much — HIEEENGH~!!"
I fucked her again. And again. And again. Her body — pregnant, lactating, devoted — took everything I gave. I came inside her three times. Her pussy — tight, wet, hungry — milked me each time, her walls clenching, her body absorbing my seed with the supernatural efficiency of an incubus's bonded mate.
