Chapter 346: Breast Milk, The Nectar Of The Gods
This was a rather strange development, as normally elves only started secreting breast milk in the third month of pregnancy.
But for some reason, in the first month of being pregnant, Leona’s breasts had already started swelling and filling with milk.
She was secreting on her own, and she was so overfull that it would just leak out if she wasn’t careful.
When Luca had first discovered this fact, he had literally dropped to his knees and wept tears of pure, unadulterated joy, claiming his prayers had been answered by the heavens.
Leona hadn’t understood his psychotic level of enthusiasm at the time; she had just been relieved that he didn’t find her mutating body freaky or unnatural.
And then, he had explained why he was crying.
He wanted to drink it!
She had assumed it was a sick joke. Breast milk was for newborns, not a fully grown, world-saving Hero.
But Luca had been dead serious.
He had launched into a twenty-minute academic lecture about how elven breast milk was the single most divine, creamy nectar in existence, and how he had spent his entire life wondering what it tasted like.
He had begged, pleaded, bargained, and offered to do every single request for a month straight just for a single taste.
Worn down by his sheer, relentless desperation, she had finally given in to relieve the aching pressure in her chest.
Now, she held the bottle out between them, her face burning hot enough to fry an egg.
Luca took the glass from her hands with a level of religious reverence that was hysterical.
He held it up to a beam of sunlight, swirling the rich liquid, examining its viscosity like a sommelier inspecting a vintage wine.
"Pure, unpasteurized elven breast milk." He breathed, a look of awe on his face. "An absolute masterpiece of nature."
Leona smacked his shoulder out of pure humiliation. "Luca! Stop talking like a pervert!"
He just laughed, popping the cork and bringing the vial to his nose. He took a deep, lingering sniff, his eyes fluttering shut in immediate ecstasy.
"Unbelievable." He murmured. "It smells incredibly sweet. It’s like liquid white chocolate, expressed straight from heaven."
"Luca!" Leona shrieked, her voice cracking as her ears turned bright red. "Cease this immediately!"
"I wonder what the flavor profile is like." He mused, tilting the glass toward his lips.
Leona found herself holding her breath, her own curiosity betraying her. She wanted to know too.
She just desperately hoped it tasted good, rather than bitter or strange, fearing he might gag or look at her with disgust.
But just as he was about to pour it into his mouth, Luca paused. A slow smile spread across his face, and he carefully closed the bottle.
"Actually." He slowly said. "I should save this for later. I’ll put it in the fridge and drink it cold."
He tucked the bottle away and turned his attention back to Leona, his eyes raking over her body with unmistakable hunger.
"I should instead focus on the manufacturer." He said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "And suck it directly from the source."
Leona’s eyes went wide. "No! Luca, no!"
She tried to push him away, but he was immovable.
"You can’t do that! That’s so naughty! We’re out in the open—someone might see!"
But Luca wasn’t listening. His hands were already at her clothes, pulling aside the fabric with practiced ease.
Within moments, he had exposed her bra, and before she could protest further, he pulled that down as well.
The moment the constraints vanished, her breasts bounced heavily, swaying with an intense, fluid elasticity.
Due to how overfilled they were, they didn’t move like normal flesh; they jiggled precisely like water balloons filled to the absolute brink, sloshing heavily with the slightest movement.
They looked like two overinflated, creamy satchels of milk hanging from her chest, the sheer volume casting a noticeable weight on her posture.
A heavy, sweet, milky aroma instantly wafted into the air—a scent of fresh cream, wild honey, and Leona’s own intoxicating musk.
Her nipples had changed drastically too; they were wider, darker, and puffier than before, standing out like rigid, dark peaks that practically begged to be drained.
Luca’s restraint snapped completely.
He leaned down, his mouth latching directly over one swollen nipple, and began to suck with an aggressive, hungry rhythm.
"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"
Leona’s head flew back against the tree, her fingers instantly embedding themselves into his dark hair.
"Luca! Ah—no! Stop! This is—"
She couldn’t even form a coherent thought. The sensation was completely overwhelming.
His mouth was incredibly hot, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak, creating a vacuum that pulled the rich milk from her body.
A massive wave of pure, physical relief washed over her as the aching, tight pressure inside her breast instantly began to deflate.
"Oh..." She whimpered, her complaints completely evaporating. "Oh, goodness..."
A breathless, dizzy chuckle escaped her lips as she looked down at him.
"That feels so strange, Luca...S-Stop it..."
Yet, her hands weren’t pushing him away at all; they were pulling his head closer, anchoring him against her chest.
"Mmmph—fuck, Leona." Luca groaned around her nipple, voice muffled and dripping with lust as warm milk flooded his mouth.
He sucked harder, cheeks hollowing, swallowing noisily.
"You taste so fucking incredible. So sweet and creamy...like liquid heaven straight from these fat mommy tits."
"There’s so much as well—look at it spurting out when I squeeze."
He kneaded the heavy globe roughly, forcing another messy spray across his tongue before gulping greedily.
"Luca, stop it—no!" Leona protested weakly, cheeks burning crimson even as her thighs pressed together. "This is too naughty...you can’t just...ahhn!"
But he only grew filthier, switching to the other breast with a wet pop, leaving the first shiny and still leaking.
"I’m fulfilling my duties as your husband, Leona. Can’t you see? I’m letting off all this heavy weight for you, draining these swollen udders so you don’t have to carry so much."
He slapped one breast playfully, watching it jiggle and spray, then latched back on, sucking with renewed vigor.
"You are not! You’re not doing this for me, you—you filthy man. You have your own nasty, perverted thoughts, don’t even pretend—"
"Of course I have my own thoughts, Leona."
He murmured, licking a long, slow circle around her areola before flicking her nipple.
"But you can’t stand there with your pussy dripping down your thighs and tell me you’re not enjoying this, Leona."
He switched back to the other breast, latched on, and drank deep, making a show of swallowing loudly, his throat bobbing.
"You can’t moan my name like that and pretend this ain’t the best you’ve felt in weeks."
Leona whimpered, her head falling forward. He wasn’t wrong, damn him.
The relief was staggering, a massive, physical unburdening she felt with every pull of his mouth.
She could literally feel the weight of her breasts lessening, the tight, agonizing pressure deflating into a soft, liquid warmth.
Each greedy swallow took a bit of the heavy ache with it, and she couldn’t stop the broken little cry that escaped her lips.
"B-But what about the baby Luca..."
She managed to stammer out, as her breasts were getting sucked dry.
"If you drink all the milk I have, what is our child going to drink in the future? A-All that’s going to come is dust."
A filthy grin spread across his face.
"That’s exactly why you have these two fat tits, baby."
He slapped one heavy breast hard, watching it wobble and spray a messy arc of warm milk.
"This one’s for me..."
Another sharp, lewd slap on the other, making it bounce obscenely.
"And this one’s for the baby...Perfect split, right?"
She gasped, arousal mixing with shame.
"B-But what about the twins? What if I give birth to twins again?"
Luca chuckled darkly, eyes gleaming with depravity as he squeezed both breasts together, forcing thick streams to drip and squirt.
"You already popped out twins before, my greedy little wife. Didn’t think you’d do it again so soon."
"But even if you do? No need to worry your pretty head."
He latched onto one swollen nipple with savage hunger, sucking hard. Hot, sweet milk gushed into his mouth as he spoke around her flesh.
"Mmmph...that’s why there are so many mothers in this village. All those sisters and daughters with their own milky tits."
"The babies can just share—pass those hungry little mouths around from one leaking elf cunt to another, drinking from whoever’s swollen and dripping that day."
He switched breasts with a wet pop, milk dribbling down his chin.
"Meanwhile, I get these beautiful, stolen breasts all to myself. Every fucking drop of this taboo cream belongs to Daddy now."
He slapped them again, watching them jiggle and spray.
"These fat, leaking udders are mine to molest with my mouth. My breakfast, my lunch, my midnight snack."
"And I’m gonna ravage them for the rest of my damn life!"
Leona shuddered, a deep, raw wave of pure liquid need crashing over her. He was so filthy, so wrong.
And yet, the way he looked at her like she was the most delicious, desirable thing in the entire world made her feel so unbearably loved.
"Luca...you can’t drink them all. You’ll get a tummy ache..."
"I can. I will." He latched on again, sucking with a slow, lazy pull that made her toes curl.
He drank for a long, languid moment before letting her nipple go with a wet, sloppy sound.
"I’m gonna suck these gorgeous tits every single morning. Gonna wake you up with my mouth on your nipples, drinkin’ you in until you’re empty and moanin’ my name."
"And every night before bed, I’m gonna latch on and drain you dry until you’re so relaxed you melt into the mattress."
His thumb and forefinger rolled her other wet nipple, tugging it gently, and a thin stream of milk beaded and trickled down her belly.
He caught it with his tongue, lapping it up, then bit down softly on the stiff peak.
"And when you’re so full you’re crying with the ache, I’m gonna be right here. On my knees for you, mouth open, drinkin’ every single drop."
"I’ll be your personal milk-slave, Leona. Your husband, your lover, your man who can’t get enough of these sweet, heavy tits!"
The words broke something inside Leona.
With a desperate whimper she pulled away, milk dripping from her dark nipples.
She then spun around, planted her hands on the rough bark, and yanked her dress up high.
Her fat, pregnant ass jiggled as she presented herself, reaching back to spread her swollen, dripping pussy wide open.
The sour, musky pregnancy scent rolled off her soaked folds, her hole clenching visibly, already leaking in anticipation.
"Fuck me, Luca!" She begged, looking back at him with pure love and lust. "Fuck your pregnant wife right now! I need your cock so bad!"
Luca’s restraint shattered.
He pulled out his massive, throbbing cock and slammed into her soaked pussy in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
"Fuuuck, Leona—!"
He groaned, gripping her hips tight as he started pounding her hard.
"Your pregnant cunt is gripping me like a greedy little slut! So wet and sour and ready even with my babies inside you!"
"I-I know! I know, I’m so bad!" Leona moaned, her head falling forward as waves of pleasure washed over her.
"I’m supposed to be carrying your child, supposed to be careful, supposed to be proper and dignified."
"But I can’t help it—! I need you inside me—! I need you to fuck me like this all day long—!"
"You’re such a dirty elf?" Luca snarled, but there was no venom in his voice, only pure, unadulterated lust.
"A beautiful, perfect, pregnant slutty elf who can’t get enough of her husband’s cock."
"Yes!" Leona cried out, completely unashamed. "Yes, I’m a slut! I’m your slut, Luca! Only yours! I never wanted anyone like this before!"
"You broke me. You ruined me for anyone else. And I love it. I love being your dirty, pregnant whore!"
Luca’s hand snaked around her body, finding one of her heavy, milk-filled breasts.
He squeezed it roughly, and a spray of milk shot out, splattering against the bark.
"Look at these." He hissed, pinching her nipple hard enough to make her gasp. "Look at what your body’s doing. Making milk for my baby. Getting so full and heavy."
"You think I can’t feel how tight you are right now? How wet?"
"I-It’s the pregnancy." Leona panted, her hips bucking back against him. "I’m so fucking sensitive! Everything feels so good!"
"Every touch, every thrust, every dirty word you say. I can’t control it!"
"Well, I love it." Luca growled, speeding up his pace. "I love that you’re like this. I love that you need me this much. I love that you can’t stop thinking about my cock, even with my baby growing inside you."
"Because you’re the only man who’s ever made me feel this way!"
Leona confessed, her voice trembling with emotion.
"You’re the only one who’s ever made me feel wanted. Loved. You’re the only one who makes me feel alive!"
Luca’s thrusts became more frantic, more desperate.
"I’m going to keep you pregnant." He promised, his voice raw with passion. "Over and over. I’m going to fill you with my children until you can’t take any more. And then I’m going to fill you again!"
"Yes!" Leona screamed, reaching the peak of her pleasure. "Yes, yes, YES! Fuck me, Luca! Fuck me and fill me and make me yours forever!"
With a roar of release, Luca slammed into her one final time and poured himself deep inside her.
The sensation of his hot seed flooding her already-swollen womb sent Leona over the edge, and she came with a scream that could have woken the dead.
But it wasn’t over. It was never over with Luca.
"Now." He commanded, pulling out of her with a wet sound. "Turn around. I want you on your knees and your lips around my cock."
Leona obeyed immediately, sinking to her knees on the floor. Her lips parted, ready and waiting.
"Good girl." Luca growled, stroking himself slowly. "Now open wide. I want to see my cock in your throat."
Leona took him in her mouth, feeling the familiar weight of him on her tongue. She looked up at him with those wide, adoring eyes that always drove him crazy, and began to suck.
"That’s right." He groaned, his head falling back. "That’s right, baby. Take it all. Show me how much you love being my little pregnant elven whore."
And Leona did exactly that, worshipping him with her mouth, her body, her very soul.
But she wasn’t satisfied yet.
Maybe it was just the pregnancy hormones throwing her emotions into overdrive.
Orr maybe she had simply become entirely addicted to Luca.
Either way, the heavy craving in her chest refused to fade. She wanted another round, and she wanted it now.
But just as she leaned in to tell him, a breathless, frantic voice shattered the quiet of the clearing.
"Luca! Luca! I have news! Incredible news! You have to hear this right now!"
