Chapter 151: My Breasts Are Lactating!
Ivory slid in last but not least. Her hug was playful-rough, full of that wild energy she always brought—hands sliding down deliberate to palm and squeeze my newly widened hips with appreciative groans, fingers digging into the plush curves like she was testing them out.
She devoured my mouth smirky and filthy, tongue thrusting deep and teasing with a sharp little nip at the end that pulled a needy whimper straight from my throat, fresh slick gathering warm and insistent between my thighs as she finally let go with a satisfied hum.
The onslaught of those deep kisses left me dizzy and exhausted in the best possible way—my fragile, petite frame trembling lightly even with its sinful new enhancements, chest heaving heavy and fast, breaths coming in shy little stutters as I tried to catch up.
"I-I don’t... I-I didn’t mean to say it that bold out loud like that, oh god, I’m sorry if it sounded weird," I stammered quick, my face burning hot as I hid a bit behind a wave of my long ponytail strands.
Hellen let out a soft, warm chuckle that rumbled like gentle thunder, her big hand coming up to pat my head so sweetly—fingers threading loving through the scrunchies and silky waves of my ponytail, tousling it all affectionate and calming.
"Shh, easy now, little one—no apologies needed, we get it completely. You’re just being your honest self, and we love that. We missed you too much—way too much. Paced holes in the damn hospital floors every single night you were out cold, couldn’t stay away."
"Missed you something fierce, Em—more than I can even say," Reyes grunted low and real, her thumb swiping tender and slow over my kiss-swollen lip, wiping away a bit of their shared saliva with such care.
Her blush lingered stubborn on her usually stoic soldier face, making her look boyish.
"We all did, no doubt—camped out outside your room like loyal guards, no shifts skipped or slacked," Ivory added with a husky wink, her eyes going soft and sincere for a moment amid the tease.
"Did you?"
"You’re still our tiny, perfect omega at heart, always will be. Just... way curvier now, in all the right sinful ways that drive us crazy. Those hips? Absolutely made for gripping hard during the good stuff."
Then it hit sudden—drip drip—warm wetness blooming fast across the front of my clothes, dark patches spreading quick over my swollen, heavy breasts. Milk leaked through the thin fabric steady and obscene, sticky droplets pearling clear at the sensitive peaks.
I gasped loud in pure shock, hands flying up instinctive to cup and cradle my chest—feeling the rhythmic pulse of the leak under my palms, nipples tingling insistent and hard like they had a mind of their own.
"Am I still milking like this? Right here, right now?! Oh my god, this is so embarrassing!"
Hellen nodded calm and matter-of-fact even as her pupils blew wide dark with raw, barely restrained want at the sight, her voice steady despite it. "Yeah, princess—Dr. Ana laid it all out clear as day. It’ll last at least a full month steady, no stopping it."
"The therapy’s priming your body deep for breeding readiness, even without a pregnancy to kick it off. Totally natural omega response now—you’re just extra fertile, that’s all," Ivory added.
"What?!" I squeaked high-pitched, my face flaming scorching hot with shock and embarrassment all mixed up.
I wiped the sloppy trails of kiss-spit from my chin and lips hasty with the damp sleeve of my clothes—my chin still glistening slick from their mouths—before grabbing the hem decisive and quick. In one smooth, fluid tug,
"This is embarrassing!"
I peeled the soaked shirt up and off over my head, my ponytail flopping wild for a second as it caught.
Cool hospital air rushed electric over my bare skin—my breasts bouncing free heavy and glistening under the lights, milk droplets pearling shiny on dark, pebbled areolas; my curving waist flaring out smooth to plush, fertile hips.
All of it exposed raw and glowing dewy under their suddenly frozen stares, every enhanced curve on full display from my heavy, leaking breasts to the fertile swell of my hips.
"Emily! What the hell are you doing right now?!" Hellen yelled, her voice cracking somewhere between half-scandalized shock and half-starved hunger she couldn’t quite hide.
She jerked her head away noble-fast, trying to give me some privacy like the good soul she was, but her honey-citrus scent spiked wild and rut-ready, flooding the whole room thick and intoxicating.
"We get it, okay—you’re changing the damn shirt, it’s obvious as hell!" Reyes scowled thunder-deep, her fists clenching bone-white at her sides, cedar-steel flooding thick and jealous-protective like a storm rolling in heavy.
"Why are you behaving like this?"
Her eyes snapped back helpless to trace every enhanced curve anyway, lingering on the milk-slick shine despite her best efforts. "But stripping buck naked right in front of us three like it’s no big casual deal at all?! Come on, Em, give us a heads-up or something—you’re killing us here!"
I blinked up at them wide-eyed and confused for real—ponytail swaying innocent-side as I shrugged my bare shoulders slight, a warm milk trickle running slow down my ribs that I ignored in the moment, too focused on their reactions.
"Well... you guys have seen me naked a ton already, right? So, what’s the sudden big deal now? It’s just us here—no one’s judging, promise."
The air crackled thick with electric tension right then—their scents clashing heady and primal, full of that territorial claim vibe humming loud and insistent all around me.
Ivory broke first with a throaty, dark laugh that echoed low and rich, stepping bold right up to the bed’s edge, her eyes raking shameless over every glistening inch of me. "Emily has got one hell of a point there, no denying it... and damn, all enhanced like this? You look like a goddamn feast just begging to be served up proper, slow and thorough."
Hellen groaned low, risking a peek back with darkened eyes, her restraint cracking audible. "Ivory’s right—too... right—but Emily, you’re making it real hard to be good here. That glow... those curves... we could lose control easy."
"I don’t want them to see you naked." Reyes shifted foot-to-foot restless, cedar scent spiking needy as she muttered gruff, "Cover up quick, or we’ll end up helping more than we should—legs or no legs, you’re mine to protect, not pounce."
"That’s true, I don’t want these undeserving people to see your naked body right in front of me."
"Tch! I want to gouge out their eyes!"
I bit my lip shy, feeling the slick pool warmer between my thighs from their raw want, nipples aching fresh leaks under the attention. "Help then? The clothes are soaked anyway... hand me a dry one?" My voice came out breathier than planned, omega purr slipping through unbidden. Am I losing my control over my emotions?
