The Succbus’ Milky Bounty Pt. 02 by Bruhmomentnumber12
This chapter is from Alex’s perspective, and I apologize if it’s a little confusing from last chapter. The rest of the chapters will be from a first person perspective as well.
Hope you enjoy, and thanks for reading!
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I wake up in a haze, the soreness from my breasts and nipples apparent after having been thoroughly drained. My pussy feels stretched and worked as the memories from a couple hours ago flood back into my mind, and I feel the demonic cum sitting hot inside my womb. The clock on my nightstand reads 3 A.M. and I try to get up to get a drink of water, but a strong grip holds me tight with a handful of my tit. I revel in the warm touch of the woman who had brought me so much pleasure. She’s lightly snoring behind me, beginning to stir with my previous movement. Her arm around me tightens and she lightly pinches my nipple, pulling me closer and making me giggle.
She leans close, trailing kisses up the back of my neck as she encroaches my ear. “Hello, my love.” She whispers sultrily to me, nipping my ear lobe.
“Hi.” I reply sweetly, her kisses and nips sending chills through my body.
I stretch as much as I can in her hold on me and her grip finally relents, allowing me to sit up. The light from my lamp softly illuminates the room and my gaze meets Sabrina’s, her eyes drinking in my nude form and I give my tits a shake for her. “You’re absolutely delicious, my busty goddess.” She says with a small chuckle. I recognize her hungry stare at my chest. “All empty, I’m afraid. You drained me more than that stupid pump ever could.” I say with a smile as I massage my boobs, slightly wincing from the soreness. A glance of disappointment crosses her face, but it’s gone in an instant. I look upon her body and notice her red skin, horns and most of all that giant penis had disappeared, her red eyes also back to the steely blue that could peer through your soul. She seems to be able to read my mind. “Back to my human form for now, until your sweet ambrosia is replenished.”
“That’s okay. There’s lots more fun we can have in the meantime.” I hear her say with a wink.
That wink makes my pussy throb, because I know what it means. “Let’s not get too hasty. I need a drink of water and to use the bathroom. Want anything?” She shakes her head. “No thank you. The only drink I need I’ll have to wait for, I guess.” She says with a shrug. A pang of guilt shoots through my body but I can’t help that my reserves don’t recharge faster. Oh well.
I get up to do my business. My silver blonde hair is an absolute mess as I look at myself in my bathroom mirror, so I quickly throw it into a messy bun to try and tame it. I make my way to the kitchen after using the bathroom and grab a cup out of the cabinet to fill it with water. As I watch the cup fill up from the tap, a pair of hands snake between my arms to heft up my large breasts.
“Oh!”
I jump from the initial contact but I quickly melt into her touch as the world begins to fade around me. My head tilts back into her, and I moan from the sensual touch as she starts kissing the exposed nape of my neck.
“Ooooh… shit.” The added sensation makes me moan even louder, a throbbing fire beginning between my legs.
She pins me against the counter, her warm breath from the tender kisses on my neck and her rough handling of my tits sets my skin ablaze. I steady myself as I place my arms on the counter, giving her more room for her to have her way with my bust. She’s thorough in her examination of my chest; grabbing the underside of my tits from the base and squeezing all the way to the front, almost as if to coax some more of my milk from me. I’m squirming so much in her grip and try to get more pressure from the counter on my throbbing clit, but the more I move the harder she presses her body weight against me. Her fingers begin circling my sensitive nipples like hungry sharks and I anticipate her warm touch on my peaks. She lightly tweaks them, but even with her feather-like touch they’re overly tender from the marathon suckling.
“They’re too sensitive.” I hiss, my voice raspy and breathy. After a few more tweaks she has mercy on my sensitive nips.
Realizing my tender situation, she releases her grip on me. The outside world returns and I notice the water still running in the sink, similar to the situation between my legs. Holy fuck. She has me sopping wet. Sabrina reaches around to cut the water off as I recover from her touch.
“Thank you.” I say breathlessly.
“Waste not, want not.”
The blessed liquid hits my dry tongue and coats my raspy throat as I finally take a sip. After a few gulps I offer it to my guest, but she holds up a hand in refusal, glancing at my tits but aware of the situation so she says nothing. I finish off the water and put the cup back in the sink.
She’s looking at the fridge and reaches for the handle. “What’s a girl like you keep in the fridge, eh?” I just shrug, not exactly sure how to answer the question. “Drinks?” I say sarcastically, earning me an eye roll from the succubus. She opens it up, the light of the fridge illuminating her thin figure. As she peruses the contents inside, she freezes; her gaze fixed on one specific item. She stands perfectly still for about 10 seconds, the only movement from her eyes examining whatever she’s found.
“You okay?” I ask in a concerned tone.
She pays me no mind, instead reaching in for whatever she was looking at. I see her bring out a pouch of white liquid and closes the fridge before examining what she’s now holding. My still tired brain is a bit confused before I finally realized. My breast milk. There’s a few pouches on stand by that I haven’t had a chance to donate yet. She brings the pouch closer to her face, nostrils flaring, seemingly smelling the contents. She knows.
“Do you always keep breast milk in the fridge?” She asks, seeming confused.
“Yeah. I don’t have a baby and these things never seem to stop, so I just donate it to mothers who can’t feed their own kids.”
Annoyance flashes across her face. “Well, you won’t have to worry about that anymore, sugar tits. I won’t let any go to waste.” I’m taken aback, the audacity of her to tell me what to do with the milk from my own body.
“Well, it’s something I enjoy doing, and it is my milk… so…”
Anger rises inside me, but her presence makes me a bit timid. Her eyes lock onto mine, peering through me and locking me into place. I can’t move, and she walks towards me with that catlike grace as she puts the breast milk on the counter.
She firmly presses me against the wall. Not painfully, but enough force to slightly draw the breath out of me; my tits jiggling wildly with the force. Her angry gaze doesn’t even break to watch my mams bounce, which is strange. Her glare makes the hairs on my neck stand on end, but why am I getting turned on? I’m now caged between her two strong arms. Her warm chest makes contact with mine as she presses into me and I gasp, her face only about an inch from mine now. I don’t know where to look. There’s nowhere for me to go. I look up into her eyes, the height difference more apparent now. Her body is so warm pressing against me, it’s intoxicating. I should be scared but I’m so wet.