I moved to her left breast. The one I only drank from once. It was swollen now. Heavy with milk that hadn't been released yet.
My mouth watered.
That was new. That was weird. I was actually looking forward to this.
Not just for the points. Not just for the lifespan extension.
The taste itself was addictive. Belle's milk had a flavor profile I wanted to memorize. Wanted to catalog. Wanted to compare against Naomi's and Aurora's and whoever else ended up in this chair.
I was becoming a connoisseur of supernatural breast milk.
My life was so fucked.
I leaned down. My mouth closed over her nipple and I sucked hard, tongue pressing against the sensitive bud.
Belle's spine curved off the couch. "Fuck!"
Milk flooded across my tongue in a thick rush. Sweet and perfect with that same impossible flavor profile that made my brain light up like a slot machine hitting jackpot. Creamy. Rich. Better than it had any right to be.
