Chapter 153: Reyes Told Me to Taste Myself (Slight R18)
I’d been discharged from the hospital three days ago, settling back into the routine—my endless Rapunzel hair now chopped shorter to a sleek bob just below my shoulders, swinging light and bouncy with every move, easier to manage amid constant changes.
Lactation hadn’t quit; milk flowed steady generous without pregnancy, a wonderful endless supply that left me feeling fertile-full like a pampered cow, shirts soaking predictable every few hours despite Dr. Ana’s creams and teas.
Ivory and Hellen were out for work—leaving me cozy on the living room couch with Reyes, sipping chilled apple juice sweet-tart through a straw, her cedar-steel scent grounding warm beside me.
She reached over casual, rubbing my short bob gentle with big fingers—tousling layers affectionate like petting a kitten. "So, Em—how you really feeling today? Are you feeling good?"
"Good overall—no body pain anywhere except... you know, the usual heavy ache up top," I murmured mid-sip, ponytail gone but bob framing my flushed face soft.
"Juice hitting right at least?" Reyes grinned half-tease, eyes crinkling soldier-soft.
"Mmm, perfect—sweet and crisp, I could drink it all day," I smiled back, straw slurp happy.
Then—drip—warm wetness bloomed fresh across my black shirt, dark patches spreading fast over swollen peaks, bra beneath ruined sticky too. I shook my head rueful, setting juice aside. "Great—shirt’s toast again."
Reyes’ nostrils flared subtle, cedar spiking hungry. "Emily, you are leaking heavy again—I can smell the sweet cream from here."
"I know—feels full to bursting," I sighed, already unbuttoning black cotton decisive halfway.
"You wanna change quick? I’ll grab a fresh one from your room."
"Yes, but before that... help remove the milk first? Please?" I asked breathy, omega purr slipping as I parted shirt full—black bra cups sheer-wet clinging translucent.
Reyes froze mid-lean, eyes blowing wide dark. "What the hell are you doing, Emily?! Right here on the couch?"
"Suck the milk out—I know it works best. Natural relief, fast," I explained simple, unhooking bra front-clasp snap—heavy breasts spilling free glistening, milk pearling dark pebbled nipples insistent, my curves glowing dewy under lamp light.
"What?! Who the fuck taught you that?!" Reyes growled low thunder, but her gaze locked helpless, throat bobbing swallow hard as cedar flooded rut-edged thick.
"No one—just do it, Reyes. Need you," I pleaded soft urgent, arching chest forward inviting, short bob swaying as I cupped undersides offering up.
She groaned defeated-ravenous, soldier restraint snapping audible. "Fuck it—can’t say no to you begging like that."
Kneeling quick between my spread thighs on couch edge, Reyes latched ravenous over left nipple first—lips sealing hot-tight schluck-suck, tongue broad-flat lapping peak coaxing jet—squirt-squirt—warm streams flooding her mouth rhythmic gulp-gulp audible swallow, cedar breath huffing hot my skin.
Kneaded deep deliberate—palm pressing swollen curve firm circles inward like milking udder ripe, fingers splaying supportive underside squeeze—milking steady squish-jet overflow dribbling chin her growl vibrating thrill through core electric.
Moans spilled helpless breathy—ahh-nngh-mmm—my arms looping her thick neck pulling closer, fingers threading short-cropped hair tug needy as hips bucked faint slick soaking pants.
Switched seamless pop-wet to right nipple—suction fiercer suck-suck-suck vacuum-pull, teeth grazing faint scrape-safe edge pebbling harder, free hand twisting left peak gentle-pinch-roll coaxing residual beads drip-milk.
Doubled bold—claimed both peaks stretched-wide lips obscene: tongue darting alternate laps slurp-flick-slurp, cheeks hollowing dual suction schluck-schlick, kneading tandem rhythmic press-twist-squirt till breasts lightened heaving, milk slowing beads she lapped thorough mmm-hmm hum approval vibrating bones.
Pulled off reluctant final schlick-glossy—lips shiny-swollen milk-sweet, chin pearly streaks, golden eyes hazy possessive up my flushed moan-dazed face. "Fuck, Emily—tastes like heaven cream. Lighter now?"
Panting heavy, my kissed-red nipples tingled with that good ache, my core throbbing slick-warm and needy—I nodded with a soft whimper, arms still looped clingy around Reyes’ thick neck, fingers tangled in her short-cropped hair.
"Y-Yeah... perfect relief. Thank you, Reyes... feels so much lighter now."
Reyes pulled back just enough to meet my dazed eyes, her golden gaze still blown dark and hungry, lips shiny with my milk, chin streaked pearly. She licked them slow deliberate slurp, cedar-steel scent spiking thicker rut-edged.
"Can I suck again, Emily? Just a little more—taste even sweeter second round."
"Don’t look forward to it too much, okay?!" I huffed flustered, cheeks flaming fresh even as my body arched traitor-close, omega purr betraying me low. "It just feels good—and you alphas’ saliva helps the lactation stop for a solid while, that’s all."
"Good? You feel good from it?" Reyes teased gravel-rough, one big hand sliding up my bare ribs with possessiveness, thumb brushing undersides gentle but her smirk all wolf now.
I blushed harder scarlet, shaking my short bob wild as I tried ducking into her shoulder—nipples pebbling tighter under cool air, faint beads pearling again already. "N-No... I don’t! Stop saying it like that!"
"Sure you don’t," she drawled disbelieving, pinching my left nipple sudden firm tweak-roll—milk squirting tiny arc warm across her cheek drip-splat. Reyes didn’t flinch—tongue darting out quick to lap it clean slurp-mmm, golden eyes locking mine wicked as she sucked the stray drop off her lip slow. "Tastes like denial and cream, Emily. Be honest."
"R-Reyes!" I squeaked half-moan, arms tightening ’round her neck pull-flush, slick pulsing fresh between plush thighs—black shirt and bra forgotten open on couch, body humming alive under her touch.
"Emily, try your own milk."
"What?!"
"I know that you have tried, but during that time your brain was pretty much muddled."
"You are shameless!"
"Come on, Emily—you know you wanna. Just taste your own milk for once, see what the fuss is about," Reyes coaxed low and teasing, her eyes glinting wicked as her big hand grabbed my left breast fully.
Her fingers splaying wide possessive around the heavy curve, squeezing firm deliberate squish till milk beaded generous at the dark pebbled nipple, a pearly drop welling slow.
I blinked up flustered—short bob swaying messy—but before protest could spill, she smirked wolfish and lifted the swollen peak smooth toward my parted lips, guiding it insistent close. "Suck it. Taste yourself—bet it’s sweeter than that apple juice."
"R-Reyes, no way—!" I rolled my eyes dramatic huff, cheeks scorching but body traitor-pliant under her cedar grip; a muffled mmph! escaped as the warm nipple brushed my lower lip tentative—milk droplet smearing slick-sweet.
Curiosity won as I parted wider and latched shy schluck, sucking gentle tentative at first—tongue flicking own peak coax squirt-mmm, warm cream flooding mouth with a rich texture, surprising lush as I hollowed cheeks soft suck-suck.
Reyes kneaded supportive rhythmic—palm pressing base deep milk-jet steady into my swallows with gulp-gulp faint noises—her free thumb teasing right nipple roll absent, drawing fresh moan vibrate ’round my own flesh.
Eyes fluttered half-lidded hazy, arms still ’round her neck clingier now—sucking bolder slurp-swirl, enjoying the fertile tang embarrassingly good, slick throbbing distant as her growl approved low.
Pulled off pop-glossy panting—lips milk-shiny, nipple kissed-red twin to hers— "It’s... not bad," I admitted breathy blush, short hair tousled wild from her earlier rubs.
"Told you, Emily—your milk is addicting," Reyes chuckled throaty, lapping stray dribble off my chin quick slurp before claiming my mouth brief filthy smack—sharing the sweet tang mutual.
