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my-moo-moo · 3 days

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battle of the concubines

Concubine Asteria had been groomed from a young age to become the Queen of the nation. She was the eldest daughter of the former King’s advisor and she had spent her youth studying court politics and orbiting around the then Crown Prince. It worked. Her extraordinary beauty managed to attract the Crown Prince’s attention and her kindness and etiquette had won over the civilians’ hearts.

All had changed when the Crown Prince had acceded to the throne and brought the princess of their greatest rival nation into their court as a token of peace. Concubine Delphine was a ditzy spoiled princess who didn’t know any of their customs and could barely speak their language, but somehow that became her charm that pulled the King more into her favor. She was the new shiny toy, while the ever loyal Asteria, who was used to the King’s undivided attention, faded into the background. Every night that the King was not in her bed, Asteria questioned whether her spot on the throne was imminent as everyone had once assumed.

To say she was seething with jealousy would put it lightly. It was grossly unfair that she dedicated her entire life to the King for a foreign princess to come into her territory to take it away from her. She knew that many in the nation did not want the enemy’s princess as their queen, but none of that stopped the King’s infatuation.

Hope returned again when Asteria fell pregnant with the King’s child. The King, overjoyed by the news of becoming a father, returned to her side again to fuss over her wellbeing. She had two good months of feeling like everything had returned to normal, before Delphine announced that she was pregnant as well. She should’ve expected the attention whore wouldn’t let her experience her first pregnancy in peace.

It’s an unspoken rule that the concubine who births the first male heir to the throne would be crowned the Queen, the legal wife of the King. The whole nation was now waiting to see which concubine was going to come out on top.

Asteria was further along in her pregnancy, and thus she had confidence that she was going to birth the first child for the King. Yet there still was nagging worry that there was a 50-50 chance that the baby would be a princess. The results were up to God. All she could do now is to visit the temple religiously without missing a day to pray for the baby nestled in her womb to be a boy.

Her nerves came into full hilt when her due date had finally arrived and the baby was showing no signs of coming. The doctor had assured her that the babe in her belly was healthy and it was normal to not go into labour right on the due date.

“But do you think it looks like I’m carrying a boy?” Asteria prodded the palace doctor, modeling her bare belly in different angles. It’s been an unclear consensus whether or not the shape of her belly had meant she was carrying a boy or girl. She’s been keeping track of Delphine’s pregnancy everyday and comparing it against her own. It had become her pride that she had been carrying more forward than her, a known indicator of a male fetus, and she wasn’t afraid to flaunt her bump and make it known. Behind the scenes though, she held onto the snide comments that it was only because her torso was shorter and she was further along in her pregnancy.

Before the palace doctor could come up with his answer, the doors to her chamber flew open. “Concubine Delphine went into early labour!” the servant announced to the doctor. Asteria almost fell to her knees before the doctor guided her to sit down. She hunches over her large overdue belly and sobs, “This can’t be! I’m supposed to give birth months before her!”

“Don’t be too upset. There was nothing you could do about it. Whatever happens today, you’ll always be the Queen in my heart.”

She felt hands patting her back soothingly, but she only wailed harder. Despite the words, Asteria felt like this was her fault. Her spot on the throne was being torn out of her hands and her stupid body won’t go into labour like it’s made to. And she couldn't forget Delphine, that conniving bitch. "She likes to act all innocent and demure, but I swear to the heavens she did this on purpose," she seethed.

"What? Why would Concubine Delphine make herself go into labour early when it could endanger her child's life?" Asteria looked away. She didn't have a definitive answer, but she couldn't dispel the nagging suspicion in her brain. “Speaking of which, I must go assist the birth now. There could be complications with the babe being so early.”

All of a sudden, a revelation washed over her. She grasped the doctor’s coat in her fists, pulling him back. “Don’t go. You must put me into labour. You are the most knowledgeable doctor in the nation. There has to be something you can do!”

The palace doctor pursed his lips, contemplating his decision carefully since his next actions might just change the fate of the nation. “It won’t be easy, but I can try.” and it certainly will be painful.”

“I’ll try anything, anything at all.”

The palace doctor promptly sent his assistant to assess the situation with Delphine in the bedroom next door, while he prepared to help Asteria.

His first course of action was to serve her an awfully bitter herbal concoction of evening primrose oil and red raspberry leaves that was supposed to induce her uterine contractions. Asteria downed it without complaint as the assistant rushed into their room sharing that Delphine had been unknowingly in labour for hours now and was already 4 centimeters dilated.

The doctor ordered his assistant to do everything he can to stall Delphine’s labour. The dire situation really set in. The herbal medicine could take a while to set in, but they didn’t have that kind of time. In comparison, Asteria’s cervix had started effacement, but barely even dilated yet. With a grave expression plastering his face, the doctor suggested they do something more invasive.

“I can handle it,” she assured the doctor. “A woman worthy of being Queen would be able to handle it,” she added, more to herself.

That’s how the concubine found herself laying down with her legs apart by stirrups and the doctor’s finger digging deep into her. He slipped a cold metal instrument right into her cervix and carefully began prying it apart, coaxing her cervix to dilate by force. It wasn’t painful, more uncomfortable and strangely spine-tingling with the doctor breathing right into her pussy and his finger stroking deep in her inner walls. In her short lifetime, she has only ever let the King defile her, but this innocent matter wasn’t anything when the King was unfaithful to her without a blink of an eye.

Things start kicking into action when she begins to feel tightening around her stomach. But any sense of accomplishment is quickly shot down when the assistant informs them that Delphine is already 6 cm dilated. “They’ve been feeding her magnesium and elevating her hips up! But it's just not working! ” he tried to explain. “She’s having contractions for hours now, and she’s growing tired… maybe we should let her—”

“No! Elevate her hips even more, don’t let the baby crown!” The doctor shouted, head still between her legs. Asteria felt a sharp jab, and followed by a gush of fluids flowing out of her. “I got you started with dilating and now I broke your water prematurely to intensify your contractions. Your body should take over now.”

The doctor was certainly correct. Not only has her body’s natural hormones kicked in, but the effects of the herbal medicine she had chugged earlier. She could barely utter a word out in between each wave of contractions that wreck her belly, sometimes not even a moment to breathe. She wasn’t even afforded the comfort of laying on her bed, instead the doctor had her squatting by the mattress, letting gravity pull her heavy baby down to position. Even when her thighs trembled, someone would pull her back upright from under her arms.

She went from 1 to 10 centimeters dilated in a mere couple of hours, catching up to the day’s worth of labour that Delphine went through. She could already feel the immense pressure of her baby’s head lodged tight in her pelvis. And judging by the increasing pitches of her screams, she could tell she was close as well. It was going to be a close race to the finish line. Each of her screams were only motivating her to push harder.

“Please get this baby out of me!,” shrieked Daphne.

“That weak bitch… doesn’t even have… an overgrown baby to push out,” Asteria gritted between her teeth before a battle cry erupted from her throat. The widest part of the baby's skull was now splitting her open farther than ever before. There’s no stopping here now, she needed to get this baby out of her at this instant if not for her position, but to finally get some relief. Her doctor was urging her to slow down or else she would tear, but she told him to shut up and start pushing down on top of her stomach.

Between her own screams, she heard the voice of the medic next door, “You’re almost there, your highness… Just one last push!”

“I’m! Closer!” Asteria belted out. An unyielding force pushed down on her womb, and at the same time, she fuelled all her hatred for the foreign princess into one last push. The pressure in her pelvis finally lets go as her baby shoots out of her like a cannon.

She is heaving with heavy breaths in the aftermath, when she hears the announcement. “Congratulations Concubine Asteria, it’s a… girl.”

There’s a deafening silence that followed that was interrupted by another wailing cry in the distance. A heavy newborn was placed on her chest while blood was flowing out from her like a river, but neither was what Asteria was focused upon. Time seemed to stall as she waited for the news to come back to her.

“Concubine Daphne has given birth to a princess.”

Asteria let go of the breath she didn’t know she was holding. At least she had another chance at the throne. She laughed to herself maniacally when she came to the conclusion that she technically ended up winning this time. She not only became the mother of the eldest princess, but her baby was chubby, healthy and full term.

It was hours after his first daughters were born when the King finally made his visit to the concubines’ wing. All the attendants could feel the disappointment in the King’s solemn silence as he made the rounds. He grimaced when he saw Concubine Asteria’s battered form and asked the doctor to stitch her back up extra tight. And he hadn’t wanted to hold the tiny premature princess from Concubine Daphne at all. With one cursory glance of pity, he instead asked for the wet nurses to give her around the clock attention.

It was clear that he wasn’t going to crown anyone anytime soon… until he at least gets his healthy son. As for his concubines, it seems like neither of them are ready to give up on their spot on the throne.

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strugglingswelling · 2 months

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#pregnant #belly movement #pregblr #pregnancy kink #belly rub #pregnancy

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pedge-page · 4 months

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Mother Who Provides

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: based off this lovely ask for sub Joel wanting to breastfeed and get jerked off, and hella Mommy kink!

Warnings: Sub!Joel, Mommy kink, breastfeeding, lactation, praise, love biting, assisted m masturbation, male orgasm, cum eating, little belly stuffing because this bitch just loves his Mommy's milk sm

18 + ONLY

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The first time Joel watched you breastfeed your newborn baby had him feeling all kinds of—different inside. You weren’t totally aware of it at first, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Every time you got up to go feed the little one, he was always within the same room, or meandering in the hall pretending to carry the laundry, or just finding an excuse to sit across from you and watch.

He thought it was just an awe—here’s the woman of his dreams who just single handedly grew a whole human being in her belly, then pushed it out all by herself after 13 hours of labor, and now is nurturing his child from her own body. You were like a miracle who just kept giving.

His cock getting hard was just the excitement of how amazing women were. That’s it.

But you had started to notice other things that were strange in his behavior. One time you had gotten up at 3am to feed the baby, Joel still asleep by your side. When you had finished and crawled back in to bed, reaching out for the warm security of his body, he wasn’t there. You groggily waddled down to the kitchen to find your husband chugging a gallon of whole milk like a fish out of water. His eyes fell upon you, the way you yawned, dressed in a dissheveled night gown and asked if he’s ok, unaware that you were rubbing your sore breasts in your palm. He wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve, predatory eyes wide as he stares at your chest, ready to pounce on you like a wolf.

You knew pretty well right then what his little “problem” was.

From then on, you intentionally were seeking him out in tighter shirts so he could see your bouncing swollen breasts more clearly, leaning over in front of him more often, or just straight up asking if he could give you a tits massage. Complaining about how “sore” they felt, or not wanting your milk to go to waste since the baby couldn’t drink it all even after having an entire freezer full.

You feint a sigh. “Maybe I should donate it…”

“NO!” He shouts a little louder than he intended. “I mean… uh.” He coughs, unable to think of a reasonable excuse.

“Yeah? Who else is going to drink it, Joel?” You taunt. Joel was a tough man, but admitting things that he wanted was difficult to force out of him.

“I—I mean we—we could—“ he shook his head and went to sit on the couch. “Sorry, I mean. That’s a great idea. You should do that. Be nice for other moms.”

Joel wrings his hands together and looks away, clearing his throat.

You stride over to him and straddle his hips, his pupils going big with shock. You sit up on your knees with him caged under you, your breasts level with his nose as you rub your fingers through his brown curly hair. “Is that what you want?”

You can see the way his eyes are trained forward, looking at the swollen nipples poking through your tank top. He swallows heavily and licks his lips, hands resting on your waist, fighting the urge to bite.

“No…” he whispers softly.

“No? Is there someone else who should get Mommy’s milk?” You tease.

He closes his eyes, a low growl rumbling in his throat.

“Speak, baby boy.”

“M-Me,” he says, head tilted up to you as he nuzzles the scruff of his cheek into your chest. You cup his head to firmly press his face harder, his nose gliding along the cleavage as he inhales your scent sharply. His hands creep up along your sides before grasping the droopy fat of the underside of your breasts, making you gasp.

You don’t even need to sit down on him fully to feel the tent poking your clit as you hover over him. He squeezes your tits roughly before wrapping his teeth around a nipple and tugging gently, releasing it with a satisfying bounce back in to place. The result was a slight damp spot around the peak where a drip of your milk seeped out.

And Joel Miller fucking whimpers for the first time in his life.

You hum in delight. “Can you ask Mommy nicely?”

He doesn’t hesitate: “Please, can I have Mommy’s milk?”

Holy fuck, you’re a sucker for your man.

Now a half hour later, Joel is still greedily suckling at your tit as if being starved his whole life. You’re sitting on the couch while cradling Joel’s head in your lap, having him lying down on his back in the perfect position for the milk in your breasts to just flow right into his hungry mouth.

His eyes are closed, jaw working open as his lips suction tightly, gulping your sweetness. You stroke the greying hairs on his cheek, feeling the way he hums contently vibrate against your skin.

He feels safe like this, in such a vulnerable position. The idea of protecting you, being on guard, defensive, all of that stress melts away while being swaddled by you. He can let go of worry, of anxiety, taking deep breaths and feeding soothingly under the gently, nurturing embrace of his beautiful, life-giving wife.

You had palmed his hard-on the entire time, not releasing it quite yet until you were satisfied with how full his tummy had grown. You could even hear the little sloshes of bubbles in his stomach as it filled with new nutrients. He’d let out a tiny whimper, milk caught in his throat when you’d squeeze around his base possessively before returning to your palming. His precum smears along his thigh and shorts.

“You’re so hungry, baby,” you coo, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “This whole time you just wanted a taste of Mama’s milk, hmm?”

He nods absentmindedly, refusing to let go of your golden titty.

Unsatisfied with his response, you grip his hair and yank his head down, his lips detaching and falling away from your breast. He lets out a needy whine and stares at you. “Y-yes Mommy. Wanted your milk. Please can I have some more?”

You giggle and nod. His tongue darks out to lick the little drips that had trickles down before attaching back to your nipple and suckling happily.

You pull his throbbing length out though the hole in his boxers. “Gimme a little spit,” you command softly.

Joel sits his head up, cheeks full of milk. You put your hand out in front of his lips as he release the creamy substance into your palm. Your newly silkened hand finds its way back to wrap around his base before stroking him.

“Ohhhhh f-fuck Mommy!” he groans, eyes closed and leaning back against your thigh. But the sensation was too good, hips bucking up that he had to force his chin back up to continue watching. Your fingers expertly curled around his mushroom tip with each pass, the assistance of the milk acting as a lubricant. He licked his upper lick, his leg twitching with how hot it felt. You lean forward a bit and push your tit closer to his lips again. His eyes dart to you, tongue sticking out to capture your nipple again before resuming his impatient guzzling.

“Naughty, boy, getting all hard when drinking from Mommy’s tit.” You swirl his slit with the tip of your nail, his steady flow of precut oozing out and mixing with the milk. You feel his throat flex with each stutter, his mind reeling in and out of sanity, fists balled at his sides to avoid taking control. Joel’s lips were a sin everywhere else on your body, and this moment was no different. They were full, pouty, and his lower lip juts out enough to be able to easily catch your nipple and hold on with each insatiable gulp.

“Maybe I should bottle it up and let you bring it to work with you. Can share your special bottle with the other boys,” you laugh.

Joel growls angrily, browns crunched as he bites your nipple possessive.

You hiss out in pain, fisting his curls once again. “Ow! Bite me again and you’re done,” you warn. His face relaxes, eyes staring up at you with sorrow as you resume your pace pumping his shaft.

“Ah-m srorry—Momm-ee,” he mumbles against the fat of your breasts, soothing over his bite mark with his warm wet tongue.

You sigh deeply. The weight on your chest is almost fully lifted now that Joel has swallowed so much of the milk that had built up.

Your baby was just so little right now, there was only so much he could fill in his tiny body, leaving you aching, heavy, and swollen all day and night. But your full grown 5’11 200 pound hunk of a husband? He could drink for HOURS and drain you completely so that fresh milk can replenish your system just for your baby.

“Maybe we should make your feeding a regular thing too. Would you like that?” You hum. You increase the speed of your hand, now jerking his cock violently.

“Ahh—ah! Ye-oh fuck, fuck Mommy—yes, yes I want it!”

“Yeah? You wanna be full of Momma’s milk all the time? Bet you wanna cum too. Taking such good care of me, I think you deserve a reward.”

He swallows another big load before his panting forces him away, creamy liquid spilling over his cheeks. “Ah—ugh-ugh oh fuck, fuck yeah! Wanna cum, wanna cum on Mommy’s hand, please! Please, keep tuggin’ my dick just like that, Fuck! FUCK yes Mommy!”

His mouth falls open, breath caught in his throat as you feel his hips raising off the couch slightly. You take the opportunity to lean forward and shove as much of your tits in his mouth as you can, suffocating him. His eyes roll back as the first of his cum spews up into the air, followed up big spurts rapidly shooting as you violently work his cock.

“Shhhh, that’s it, that’s my good boy, keep cumming all over Mommy’s hand, such a good boy. Don’t forget keep drinking your special milk. Mommy made it just for you.” You bite your lip at the idea of motherhood just falling so easily over you.

His whole body shutters, moaning and sucking around your breasts, unsure what to do with himself as he keeps cumming in your hand. His dick pulses the last of his spent, dribbling globs of sticky, thick semen all over your fingers and his full stomach. He quivers from the overstimulation, suppressing a burp.

You remove your hand, caressing the heft of his bulging stomach just as he takes a deep breath through his nose, calming his breathing. He opens his eyes to see you licking the glorious mess of his cum off of your palm, each finger dipping in to your sinful mouth and sucking his spend clean.

“Fuuucckkkk, that’s hot. Eatin my cream when I drink yours.” His eyes are positively drunk off of you. He babbles quickly: “Wanna keep ya milkin’ every year. Kids or not. These tits are mine. Keep me stuffed full of ya sweet cream, Momma. Never need to buy dairy again. Just drink it straight from the tap.”

You grab his hands down by his side and bring them up to your tits, guiding him to rub your sore breasts gently. “Gotta work them up to get more in you.”

Joel doesn’t argue, taking over the movement and squeezing your breast like icing bag, bringing your nipple back down to his lips as he milks more of your love into his mouth.

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buckyalpine · 9 months

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Snacks and midnight

Imagine Bucky finding his adorably, heavily pregnant girl perched onto kitchen counter rummaging for snacks like a little gremlin in the middle of the night. He’d woken up, reaching over the bed to cuddle you only to find it empty. He snorted when he swiped his hand over the sheets feeling bits of crumbs left over from your secret stash of snacks. He rubbed his eyes, noting there was a trail of evidence that led out of the bedroom, the faint sound of crunching carrying down the hall.

Bucky swung his legs over the bed, trudging towards the source of the sounds, his eye growing wide at the sight before him in the kitchen.

“Oh my god”

You had crawled onto the counter, knees perched on the marble top, digging through the cupboards with your hands deep in a box of Oreos. You were too busy with your scavenging for snacks to hear the soldier walk in, huffing when you noticed there was only one box of Dunkaroos left.

“What you up to babygirl" Bucky cooed, quietly wrapping his arms around you from behind, holding you securely when you squeaked in surprise. You gave him a sheepish smile, leaning back into his hold while still scanning the contents of your spread; chips, chocolate and various sour candies all covering the kitchen.

"I was hungry" You shrugged innocently while Bucky shook his head, making sure you couldn't squirm around after getting caught in such a ridiculous position. "And so was Bucky jr"

"Bucky jr. told his mama to sneak into the kitchen like a mouse and crawl onto the counters?"

"I didn't wanna wake you and I couldn't reach" You rubbed your swollen belly for emphasis, giving him a pout when he cocked an eyebrow.

"Come down from there you little gremlin, I'll talk to my son about this later" Bucky gave your butt a light pat before scooping you up an carrying you back to bed, kissing the crumbs that clung into your bottom lip. "I'll buy you all the snacks you want first thing in the morning, how does that sound?"

"Including Dunkaroo's? I think Sam ate them all and he just likes the frosting"

"I'll buy Dunkaroo's"

"And chips? I need something salty"

"I'll get you chips babydoll"

"And donuts?" You batted your lashes at him knowing you hardly needed to, he was already a puddle of mush for you and your growing belly.

"Alright bunny" He chuckled, carrying you in his arms, loving the way you tucked your face into his neck with a content sigh. He gently laid you down, making sure you were comfy and fast asleep before shuffling down the bed and lifting you t-shirt up, eyes narrowed at your belly, his voice a low whisper.

"Now. Let's talk about your dietary choices and why your have your mama climbing the house like spider boy at 3:03am"

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biscuitdragonwithastick · 1 month

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CW: Drider Sex, Implied Somno, Implied noncon/rape, Forced Eggpreg, Unsuspecting, Aphrodisiacs, Breeding kink, Incubator Kink, Lactation

You thought you had scored big when you got to lay with a female drider. Their large breasts and dexterous bodies made for scandalous nights the stuff of legends. A check off the list for any adventurer looking to call themselves well versed in their sexual exploits.

You had smiled as the drider enraptured her body with yours, cock sure that you’d have much to brag about with your companions in the morning. That was until a sharp pain at your neck and darkness.

When you awoke, you found your belongings looted and a raging headache. The humiliation of have to trudge, naked, back to your adventuring party was more than enough to keep you quiet of what had actually happened. Their laughter and your embarrassment was what kept you distracted from the additional bloat to your middle. It was such a minute thing compared to everything else that had occurred.

It was only when you felt an ache within you that things took a turn. Your body began to feel hot. A growing need eclipsing all thought and your hole pulsing with arousal. You needed…something. It didn’t take long for you to strip for the nearest stranger you could find.

But that need didn’t go away. And neither did that weight in your middle.

You found yourself laying with your companions, becoming the whore of the party to be toyed with and used as they wished. You’d even rather be plugged with wooden recreations of the real thing than be left empty and dripping of the cum your body endlessly desired.

At last, on one fateful stop in a town, you find another drider. Male this time. The lust you’ve felt for months now clouds over your mind fully as you embrace the drider to fill you too. You hump and grind onto him as he hisses into your neck, but he doesn’t push you away.

Instead, claws dig into your shoulders as he whisks you away to the nearest bedroom. His body is as hot yours, almost like you’d melt into each other if you don’t fuck right now.

The sudden feeling of sheets against your body and the bottom half of a drider standing above you stalls you heat for just a moment. It’s then that you see the slimy cock extending beneath his spinnerets. You close your eyes and spread your legs furthest that you can. Your body needs no preparation for his inhuman cock to spear inside.

In one fluid motion, he thrusts inside like an animal. You barely register the growls he makes while the bedframe rattles against the walls. But you body is keening in response, something inside you is finally being fulfilled like nothing before.

He speaks to you, though you can barely understand a word. Something about how good of an incubator you’ve been, that it must’ve been so hard carrying “these” eggs with no one to fertilize them. You don’t understand. But it doesn’t matter. He thrusts once more inside and cums, filling you with enough cum to slosh as he grinds against you.

He pulls out then. You blush as he pushes your plug back inside to keep the cum from dribbling out. He gives you a kiss on the cheek and thanks you for being an excellent breeder before leaving.

You can’t make sense of it, but that ache is gone. Your normal again. Or so you think.

You return on you adventures, only to find with each passing week your middle grows. You try to excuse it away as weight gain – you had grown a newfound hunger since that drider – but it was harder to excuse the chest growth and sudden aching within.

Your party’s paladin was the one that gave you the news, but you still refused to believe it. It was you companions decision to stop and wait this out when it became clear you weren’t going to relax yourself.

You all rested at a remote inn, you pregnant belly large enough to prevent you from scootching your chair all the way in. You couldn’t wear your armor anymore. Now stuck wearing a borrowed shirt from barbarian orc and even the shirt was struggling contain your width.

When you all settled in for the night, the paladin offered some ointment for your breasts. He knew you were aching. Though tried to deny it, you didn’t stop him when he settled a hand under your shirt and began to rub. Your stubbornness had always made you refuse help. You couldn’t stop the groan of gratitude when ache turned dull, then gasped.

The dullness turned pleasurable. Looking down, you saw wet spots had formed were your nipples had been.

“Milk”, the paladin explains.

You don’t say a word as he lifts up your shirt and covers your breast with his mouth. The suction causes you to gasp and grab and his hair, unsure whether to pull him closer and push away.

The orc laughs at the sight, walking over with a leather canteen. He tugs on your other breast, filling the bottle while the paladin continues to suck.

“Might as well make use of your udders while we can.”

You blush and open your mouth to argue, but a fat palm grinds over your crotch and more milk spurts from your cumbersome breasts. “Breeder” is what the drider had called. You want to disagree with the word, but as your companions take turns fucking you, trading mouths over your sloshing breasts, all while your egg stuff belly jiggles and grows with each passing day, you find it hard to disagree.

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