I groan, moving my hand from her mouth to my cock, stroking myself until the rest of my cum pours out.
She opens her mouth, moaning needily, and I return my cum-soaked fingers to her lips. Her tongue darts out, and she drools at the flavor.
As the spasming of her cunt around my fingers slows, I use both hands to scoop my cum into her mouth, letting her lick and suck my fingers clean.
Then her body stiffens and shudders as the strain on her breasts becomes unbearable. She furrows her brow and groans, and the contract on my wrist prickles painfully.
I gently run my fingers around her areolas, tempting her milk to flow without overwhelming her.
She whimpers, biting her lip as the worst of the pressure releases, sending another hot gout streaming down her body.
Saliva pools under my tongue, and I can’t resist anymore. I lean over Celeste and close my mouth over one of her breasts, moaning as her creamy heat fills my mouth.
Fuck, she tastes so good.
Celeste uses her own hands to keep shoveling my cum into her mouth, replacing her milk almost as fast as I can drink it.
I switch sides as my cock recedes and my abdomen relaxes, making room for my stomach to swell as I drink down her milk.
Celeste is securely cocooned in the afterglow, moaning with lazy pleasure every time I suck on her breast.
How did I live without this? Without her thick, rich cream, coating my throat as I drink, filling me with warmth; withouther sighs and moans and mews, the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard.
I pause to catch my breath, giving Celeste a moment to relax as I massage her breasts to help her release the rest of her milk.
“Oh, my perfect little pet… my perfect little cow… my sweet girl…”
I kiss her forehead as she licks my cum from her fingers, moaning happily.
Her body gradually relaxes, and with my chitin slippery with fluid, I steady her with my feet.
In the middle of licking cum from her finger, her sleepiness catches up with her. Her lids flutter and her hand drops; I catch it with my foot and tuck it by her side.
As she dozes on the edge of sleep, moaning quietly, I drain her breasts the rest of the way, massaging the glands to ensure she’ll get as long a respite as possible.
Her soft curves settle against me, already filling out even in the short time since her arrival. The poor girl really was starved. I’ll make sure she eats her fill—and more.
My abdomen throbs happily, full of her milk and drained of my cum.
I scoop Celeste up, moving carefully with all the slick fluids around.
She mews and curls into my chest.
“Oh, sweet girl…”
I laugh, shaking my head. We’re both completely soaked.
I’m going to need a bigger pool.
CHAPTER 10
CELESTE
Razul bathesme and moisturizes me again, and in the tingling warmth of the afterglow, every touch of his fingers against my body feels incredible. It hardly even hurts when he re-bandages my calf, and the wounds the cactus left seem mostly healed.
A quiet, distant voice suggests I should feel guilty for getting hurt, for causing Razul trouble, but it’s easy to ignore. He seems to welcome whatever trouble I cause him.
For once, my inner monologue quiets. I don’t miss it.
