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This was all viktors fault. Not that you minded but there was a distinct satisfaction in his eyes that peeved you off a bit (mostly in a playful sort of frustration)
How did this even start? You don't really remember what circumstances lead up to this conversation but a few months ago viktor admitted he "wouldn't mind seeing you lactate" which then quickly led to the discovery of his secret little fetish. He was embarrassed, admittedly. People for whatever reason looked down on those with that interest. But you didn't mind. A little surprised but not off put. You started to tease him. Saying something along the lines of "you'd wanna suck my milky titties, huh?" And his whole face turned bright pink. He nodded hesitantly.
After that interaction, you must have done something to him because a day or so later he came to you sheepishly asking if you'd consider it.
"Consider what?" You asked, in the middle of washing your tea cup.
"Letting me drink milk from your.. Breasts." He replied, as calmly as he could, voice smooth and confident but his mannerisms said otherwise. The way his hands fiddled with each other gave him away despite his illusion of stoicism.
You sighed, thinking on it. "... I would. But I'm not exactly in a place to lactate right now." You mumbled, swallowing before rensing off the cup.
Viktor was silent. Processing your words. Babies were an odd topic for the both of you. It was something the both of you had a vague interest in but no real desire to act on it you never felt strongly about wanting one. Nor did you think either of you were ready to take on that sort of thing yet. Or ever to be honest.
"Well that isn't necessary." He whispered, a cautiousness in his thick voice. "There are other ways."
You stilled, listening cautiously.
"Hormone therapy. Pumping. Lots of expecting mothers do in when preparing to adopt."
You set the cup down in the drying rack, shutting the water off. And you simply stood still as you considered this. Was this something you really wanted to do? It wasn't something you were against. And Viktor has done a lot for your "interests" too. You wouldn't mind...
"...Ok. I'll look into it." You replied softly.
You dried you hands before gently cupping viktors face, taking in his eyes. Even in his excitement you could see he'd take care of you. He was always such a gentle soul. He would never take this for granted, he'd understand if you said no, he'd be there for you through all the hormones and storeness. This would be fine. And in the end you'd both get a kick out of this.
"Thank you." He whispered, gently kissing your palm. "And I promise I'll be there."
After that, it took several months of treatment. Telling the doctor you were looking for treatment so you could assist your friend with her upcoming baby. Which was a lie but seeing as you showed no health risks if you took the treatment they weren't too bothered.
You took the hormone treatment on schedule and dedicated the proper time to pumping your breasts as instructed. Viktor of course even offered to pump for you on days your hand got tired.
And finally, one night you sat on your bed, pumping your breasts when you saw a leak.
White liquid building at the tip of your nipple, tension building into a milky bead before finally breaking, dribbling down.
You softly gasped to yourself, a small smile forming on your face. And the more you pumped the more leaked out, milky dribbles rolling down your breasts. Your teeth met your lip, trying to smother your satisfied grin.
Finally.
And it kept flowing.
"Viktor~" you called, a grin in your voice.
His voice came from across the house "Yes, my darling?"
"Come here!" You replied coily
There was a few beats of silence, followed by the soft sound of the tip-tap of viktors cane coming down the hall.
His cane creaked, as his pace slowed to round the corner.
He smiled, his tired eyes delighted as if some part of him already know why you called him over "yes?" He asked softly.
You turned around, gently removing the pump leaving a pink ring on your skin. Your hand reached to softly squeeze your breast, allowing more milk to leak from your nipple, trailing temptingly down the curve of your breast and down your ribs.
Viktors eyes widened. His playfulness gone and replaced by licentious wonder, his sharp cheeks pink, mouth slightly agape. His entire focus zeroed in on the tantalizing white dribbling from your glossy pink nipple.
He hobbled closer, his gate a little more uneven. His legs subtly trembling as he lowered himself next to you, his thigh pressed against yours.
He wetted his lips, boney hand trembling as he slowly reached out, as if he might frighten you somehow. His cold hand gently wrapped around your breast and squeezed.
Just as expected more milk flowed. A slightly thicker stream this time.
His wild eyes danced in intensity, throat bobbing as he swallowed.
"Well?" You smiled, eyes half lidded and sparkling in amusement. "Are you going to waste it or are you going to have a drink?"
A soft shaky breath passed his parted lips, eyes dipping. Cautiously, his wet lips wrapped around your nipple, hot tongue slipping easily under the bud and began to suck, coaxing it softly into his mouth.
He moaned instantly, tongue slowly starting to lap at the wet bud. One hand resting on your waist, the other cupping your free breast, kneeding it, kneeding it like a clingy kitten.
You gasped softly, head leaning back and chest arching, blooming open in welcome. Your hand slithered around his waist, squeezing softly.
"Hows it taste?" You breathed
He broke away from your nipple with a moist pop "good." He smiled lazily, eyes already half lidded and dazed. Stars in his foggy eyes. "Great." He laughed under his beath.
You smiled, your other hand moving to cup his warm cheek, thumb hooking into his bottom lip.
He complied easily, mouth parting without resistance to reveal his tongue, pink, warm and streaked with a watery white.
"You already look like a milk drunk kitten." You laughed affectionately, carefully pulling your thumb from his mouth and putting your fingers though his hair, pulling him back to your chest which he followed eagerly.
His hot chest rising and falling deeply against you.
He sucked more eagerly now, you gently scratching his scalp as he drank greedily. Throat bobbing as he gulped down your sweetness.
His breaths once soft, grew heavier, then his heavy breaths turned to quiet moans between broken shuttering breaths, then moans flowing with the rythem of his greedy lips.
You shivered, hairs standing on end. He was so dedicated, so pathetic and needy.
What a lovely sight.. ♡
His lips popped wetly, releasing your breast with a hot gravelly breath. His tongue eagerly met the underside of your breast, licking up whatever trail snuck past him and swirled langedly around your nipple before focusing his attention on your other breast. His hand taking the now sensitive puffy bud of your used nipple between his fingers gently tugging and playing as he worshipped your neglected tit.
He gently guided you down to lay on your back. He mounted your hips, his own rocking desperately, rutting without rythem like a dog in heat.
"My darling." He breathed, hardness pathetically endearing as he rutted behind layers of fabric. "You taste so delicious. What I'd give..." His breath hitched, trailing off in a flush of pink. His she's lowered sheepishly, sucking in your nipple once more.
But your gripped his hair, tugging at his scalp and pulling him away from your breast earning a satisfying whine.
You looked down at him, brow cocked "What you'd give for what?"
He whined again, eyes hazy and face reddening. He looked so far away.
You squeezed your own breast, letting the milk dribble down your breast, your ribs.
His breath hitched, wetting his puffy lips.
"You can drink again when you finish your sentence."
He drew a shaky breath, hips still. "I-" he started, sighing. He was avoiding eye contact. "I want it every day. Every morning with my breakfast, in my coffee. What I'd give to... Indulge in your milk every day."
The corners of your lips lifted. A satisfied smile formed.
"Much better. Now you can drink."
You eased your grip on his scalp allowing him to latch to your chest.
The slurping was obscene, his humping shortly returning. Rough, short, desperate.
Your hand slid down, meeting the friction between the two of you. You squeezed the head of his neediness.
He instantly shuttered, letting out a startled wet whine against your milky nipple.
"Is this what you need?" You teased.
He nodded instantly, spit lazily pooking around your hard nipple.
You rolled your wrist lazily, working pressure with care.
He reacted just as you expected. A sharp gasp, a thick whimper, his hips bucking.
He trembled, breaths short.
You continued to palm him, occasionally moving up and down his length until finally
His breaths hitched. Breath hot against your wet skin. His hips twitched and thighs trembled. Who body seized. And finally he was shaking, whimpers dribbling out of him.
His briefs coated in hot sticky desperation.
He heaved against your wet breast through his nose. His brain, immediately switching to something softer, needier began to suck again. Wet, lazy. Like a child.
You smiled to yourself, amused.
I gently pet his hair, the other hand rubbing his back as he layed likely on top of you.
"There you go." You whispered affectionately "just like that. Relax."
He let out a slow exhale, his lips barely twisting into a tired, amused smile.
"God, I'm pathetic." He laughed.
You tisked, a chuckle escaping you "I love it."
He shuttered, lucidity slowly but surely nibbling at him.
"... You truely want my milk in your coffee? Every morning?"
He laughed, breath fanning the spit and milk on your skin "if it's not too strenuous of an ask, yes."
You chucked warmly "Ill see what I can do."