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I explained to Jack how I had felt like my breasts were heavy and full.
“And when I looked down, they were leaking some kind of…of sticky clear liquid.” I clutched at my breasts through the thin white t-shirt I had worn to sleep in. “Oh God, it was so real. Daddy Jack—what if it really happened? What if my breasts really are filled with some weird nectar?”
“They’re not, Princess,” he said reassuringly. “They can’t be.”
“But what if they are? Will you look at them—please?” I begged. “I don’t dare!”
He sighed but nodded.
“All right—raise your nightshirt.”
With trembling fingers, I raised my shirt up to my neck, baring my breasts for him for the second time.
“See now?” Jack cupped my heavy mounds and squeezed them gently. “Nothing—no liquid—no nectar,” he told me reassuringly. “Not even when I do this…”
He thumbed my tight nipples lightly and then pinched them between his thumbs and fingers and tugged gently, sending sparks of pleasure shooting straight down to my pussy.
“Ohhhh…” I moaned softly and I dared to look down myself. I saw to my relief, that it was true—there was no nectar leaking from my nipples, not even when Daddy Jack played with them.
But then a new worry came to me.
“Suck them!” I demanded.
“What?” Jack frowned.
“Suck them,” I repeated. “My…my nipples. Make sure that nothing comes out when you do.”
He frowned.
“Now, Princess—I really shouldn’t be putting my mouth on you—”
“Please!” I interrupted him. “Please suck them, Daddy Jack? Just to make sure there’s no nectar or milk in my breasts. Didn’t you say they looked like they’d gotten bigger?”
“Well…” He sighed. “All right, baby girl—Daddy will suck your nipples if it will make you feel better.”
“It will,” I assured him. “Please, Daddy Jack!”
He didn’t make me beg him again. Ducking his head, he took one ripe pink nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the tight tip. Then he sucked—hard.
I bit back a gasp as I thrust my breast forward, offering him more. I understood what he was doing—he was showing me that no matter how hard he sucked, no nectar or honey or milk was going to come out. I knew he was just proving a point, but sparks of pleasure were running from my nipple straight to my pussy.
At last Jack pulled back, letting my aching nipple slip from between his lips.
“See?” His deep voice was slightly hoarse. “No nectar or milk, no matter how hard Daddy sucks on his baby girl’s ripe nipples.”
“Do the other one,” I panted, thrusting my other breast forward. “Please, Daddy Jack—I need to be sure.”
Obligingly, Jack leaned down and took the other nipple deep in his mouth. He sucked this one just as hard, making me moan and cry and squirm a little, though I never asked him to stop. Then he did the first one again, and then the other—altogether he must have sucked my tight, aching nipples for at least fifteen minutes before I was finally satisfied.
“There now, Princess,” he growled hoarsely, as he nodded down at my nipples, which were a much darker shade of pink from all his attention. “Do you see? There’s nothing there.”
“All right.” I nodded shakily. “Thank you, Daddy Jack. I do feel better about that now,” I admitted, even though my nipples were throbbing from the way he’d been sucking them so deep and hard.
“You’re welcome, baby girl,” he murmured but he didn’t stop cupping my breasts and I didn’t ask him to, either. It felt comforting to have his big, warm hands on me. I felt safe when he held me like that—safe and protected.
“What else happened in your dream, Princess?” he murmured, his thumbs circling my bare, aching peaks. “What else made you so upset—tell Daddy everything.”
I felt something clench down deep inside me as I struggled to answer.
“The voice said—it said I had to be bred and…and knotted by the full moon,” I told him rather breathlessly. “Daddy Jack, what is knotting?”
“Never mind about that, Princess—it’s nothing you need to worry about,” he told me, though I thought he looked worried. “Just tell me the rest of the dream.”
I explained how the voice had demanded that I get on my hands and knees and spread my thighs for the invisible cock which entered me. And then it wasn’t enough to explain—I felt like I had to show him.
Getting to my hands and knees, I spread my thighs to show the position I had been in. My bare breasts hung down like ripe fruit, swaying beneath me as I did.
“It felt so big—so real,” I told him as I spread my thighs to show how the cock had entered me. “Daddy Jack, it…it fucked me!”
“Are you sure?” he frowned at me sternly. “Are you sure it fucked you, Princess?”
“I think so.” I bit my lip. “I…I’ve never had that happen to me before, you know,” I whispered. “I…I’m a virgin. But I swear I could feel it moving inside me and then something even bigger slid into…into my pussy and then it seemed to swell up and…and tie us together—me and the invisible man behind me,” I added.
