Transmigrated Into a Tribal World: My Alien Husbands Spoil Me Too Much

Chapter 71: Is This Even A Massage? [M]

Axan did exactly as Maeve had instructed. At first, he struggled a little because his hands were so large. He was also afraid he might squeeze her breast too hard.

However, after a while, he got used to it, and Maeve didn’t complain at all. Slowly but surely, her breast milk began to flow, easing the aching pain she had been feeling all this time.

Maeve let out a long, relieved sigh as the pressure gradually faded.

"That already feels much better," she murmured, her shoulders finally relaxing.

Axan carefully loosened his grip, worried he might have hurt her. "Does it still hurt?"

"A little," Maeve admitted honestly. "But it’s nowhere near as bad as before."

But now that the soreness in her breasts had eased, another problem took its place. For some reason, her nipples seemed to crave his touch. Every time Axan accidentally brushed against them, Maeve found herself wishing he would keep touching them just a little longer.

"Axan..." she called softly. A deep blush spread across her cheeks as she lowered her eyes in embarrassment.

"I think... my nipples are still a little sore," she said in a low voice. "Would you mind... rubbing them for a little while?"

Axan immediately stopped what he was doing. "Wouldn’t rubbing them make them even more sore?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

Maeve turned her face away, unable to meet his eyes. "I’m not sure," she admitted in a quiet voice. "Maybe... we’ll find out if you try."

After a long moment, he gave a small nod. "If it hurts," he said gently, "tell me right away. I’ll stop."

Maeve finally looked back at him and offered a faint smile. "I will."

Encouraged by her reassurance, he gently took one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it softly. He watched Maeve’s face carefully for any sign of pain or discomfort. To his surprise, she didn’t wince or pull away. Instead, her eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a soft moan.

He continued the gentle massaging motion. After a moment, he added her other nipple to the attention, giving them both equal care. Maeve’s breathing slowly deepened, her chest rising and falling in a soothing rhythm.

"Does that feel better?" he murmured.

"A little," Maeve whispered. But the way her back arched slightly into his touch told him there was more to it.

Her nipples had hardened beneath his fingers, a bit swollen and sensitive from the milk expression. Yet when he brushed his thumb across them, her breath hitched not with pain, but pleasure.

"Axan..." she moaned softly as she squeezed his arm. Her core suddenly began to throb, and she could feel herself down there starting to get wet.

Axan’s eyes widened slightly as he heard the soft moan escape Maeve’s lips. He noticed how her inner thighs clenched together, and he realized that the sensation might not be just about relieving soreness anymore. His touch had unintentionally ventured into pleasurable territory.

"Does it feel good?" He suddenly whispered right into her ear, and for some reason, his voice made her even wetter than before.

"Y-Yes..." Maeve replied in a voice so soft it was barely audible. She rubbed her inner thighs together, and a clear liquid began to ooze from between her legs.

Slowly, she lifted her head and looked at Axan, who was still sitting behind her. "Would you... like to massage me... down there?" she asked, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

To be honest, she wasn’t even sure if what they were doing could still be called a massage anymore. But as long as Axan didn’t think too much about it, maybe it would be fine.

"Yes," he answered after a brief pause. "I’d be glad to do that." He cleared his throat right afterward, clearly trying to hide how nervous he suddenly felt.

He slowly lowered her skirt and swallowed hard as he gently parted her legs. Maeve could even hear how fast his heart was beating through the way his chest pressed lightly against her back.

"Can we really do this?" Axan asked, sounding completely helpless.

Maeve answered with a hint of shamelessness, though her face was burning red. "You’re just giving me a massage," she said softly. "What’s wrong with that?"

"That’s right." Axan gave himself a small nod, as if trying to convince himself. "It’s just a massage."

A few moments later, his hand rested between Maeve’s thighs. Unable to stop himself, he slowly traced a finger up and down between her folds.

Her clit began to harden whenever his finger brushed over it. But she could hardly focus on that because she felt something else pressing firmly against her back.

At that moment, she realized she wasn’t the only one who deserved to be sent to horny jail.

"How about I give you a massage too?" she asked softly.

Axan blinked in confusion at first. But the moment Maeve slipped her hand beneath his clothes and touched his hard manhood, he finally understood what she meant.

"You don’t mind... right?" Maeve asked, even though it was already too late for that. Her fingers had already started gently stroking him, and she could feel him growing even harder in her hand.

"No..." Axan answered, his voice low and strained as he tried to keep himself under control. "Not at all."

Wanting to make it easier for her, Axan untied the cloth wrapped around his waist and let it fall aside.

Maeve couldn’t help staring for a moment because his manhood was so large that when she wrapped her hand around it, her thumb and fingers couldn’t even touch.

These triplets were truly magnificent.

As Axan gently rubbed her clit while rolling his fingers over her nipple, Maeve stroked his manhood.

Maeve’s fingers wrapped around his thick length, feeling it pulse with each stroke she gave him. His grip on her clit grew bolder, two fingers now rubbing in slow circles while his thumb pressed firmer.

"Axan—" she moaned, her hips bucking against his hand involuntarily. Her wetness had turned into a slick mess between her thighs, dripping down.