I can’t tell which arouses me more: the eagerness with which she gulps me down or the fact it’s still not enough, so my cum pours from the edges of her mouth, coating her neck and breasts in a thick white fountain.
There’s no doubt about what arouses methe most: her gaze turned up at me, sweet and happy, proudly sucking as she leans into my hand on her cheek.
I cum harder than I ever have before, longer and more than I knew I could. Maybe her milk has enhanced my production in turn.
Finally, my flow slows and turns translucent again.
Full and exhausted, Celeste stops swallowing, letting the golden fluid slide off her tongue.
The swell of her over-full belly convinces my lower brain that I’ve fucked plenty of offspring into her, so my cock finally softens and recedes.
Celeste chases it with her mouth until I tighten my grip on her head, forcing her to relent.
She pouts, and I swipe spilled cum up from her chin, pressing it to her tongue. Celeste hums as she sucks it off my finger.
I gently rub her cheek until her sleepiness catches up to her and she stills.
I take a deep, steadying breath.
Well.
Ireallyneed to mop.
CHAPTER 8
CELESTE
I floatin that glowy place between sleep and waking, where the sun seems to surround me. When I come back into awareness, I’m still floating—in warm water held in a pool carved from pale green stone.
The carved sand over us has openings in three directions, offering a view of swaying river reeds, clusters of white flowers, and Zairion Prime’s sun setting behind the glittering emerald water of the river. The last wall leads back into the rest of the house.
My breasts are the largest they’ve ever been, but the water makes them feel weightless. I can’t see my stomach, but it no longer feels so tight. Given the size of my breasts, I think I’ve processed most of what was in it.
Gentle hands comb herbal-smelling conditioner through my hair, cleaning away the sweat and cum and sticky golden syrup.
I should feel weirder about finding out it comes from Razul’s cock.
But it just seems…right.
The idea of lying beneath him, sucking lazily all day long…
A throb pangs through my overfull breasts, and I whimper.
Razul laughs, then his deep voice rumbles and clicks behind me.
Kisses trail down my cheek, and he lifts one of my breasts, gently pulling into his mouth.
I whimper as the pressure begins to release. My body is still exhausted and oversensitive from who-knows-how-many orgasms, so while Razul’s sucking makes heat throb between my legs, I stay in that floating, relaxed place.
I could stay like this for hours… and I may well do so; I’ve totally lost my grip on the passage of time.
Razul alternates breasts until they’re a manageable size again.
I’m left empty, with a satisfying ache.
He gently pulls me out of the pool and wraps me in a towel. My skin dries quickly—too quickly, cracking slightly in the dry desert air.
Relief comes a moment later as Razul smooths a lotion over me. It soothes the dryness, soaking deep and forming a protective layer on top.
