Daphne's Overflowing Milk
My god. 'Whoa... she's insane.' This was the first time I'd seen Daphne fully naked, but unlike Tier or Plang, her body was the epitome of a fairy—petite and perfect—and with her breasts even larger after childbirth, leaking milk that stirred any man's deepest urges, I couldn't stop swallowing hard as I reached out for her.
Daphne, who had been struggling with her long hair and the sticky dress clinging to her, finally freed herself at my touch. She gently opened her tightly shut eyes and looked up at me.
"Thank you..."
But we were in a position where a man loomed over a seated woman, right? As she calmly smiled and expressed her gratitude, her gaze landed on my dick, which boasted an overwhelming presence. Daphne's mouth slowly fell open in awe, her trembling eyes fixated solely on it, staring intently. Her throat bobbed with constant swallows as a bonus.
The best part of customizing my dick was exactly this. 'Every time a woman sees it, she loses her shit—fucking hot as hell.' It was like my male ego got a massive boost, my shoulders naturally squaring with pride.
Grinning, I moved to sit beside her on the bed where she was perched.
As my body shifted to sit facing her, her dazed eyes, which had lost their spark, suddenly glittered again.
"Ha, haaht!"
Her reaction was so amusing that I naturally wrapped one arm around her shoulder. She flinched but awkwardly leaned into my embrace—adorably cute.
Before long, Daphne was nestled in my arms, her long ears twitching. Using my encircling arm, I playfully drummed my fingers along her shoulder, sliding my hand down toward her breasts without startling her.
"Hnght."
My hand, gliding straight down, finally gripped the springy mound of her breast. Squeeech! With a lewd sound, milky white fluid spurted from her pink nipple, soaking my hand before shooting straight ahead.
'Ah... I can't hold back.' I'd planned to let her touch my dick while I drank her milk for some nursing-handjob play, but her constant teasing of my male instincts made me abandon that resolve. Eyes dark with lust, I pushed Daphne down onto the bed.
Wrapped softly in the blankets, naked as the day she was born, she looked up at me. Instinct drew my head down, my lips heading for hers.
Churp. Chup.
Daphne's only sexual experience had been fingering herself alone, but after our lips met and I slipped my tongue into her mouth to tease, she gulped down my saliva eagerly, mimicking my movements with scholarly fervor and stealing my breath.
At first, she just wrapped and sucked my tongue with hers, but gaining confidence from my accepting responses, she sometimes grazed my gums affectionately or nipped my lips playfully with mischievous eyes.
Less forest fairy and more succubus. I'd known she'd received strict sexual education in her village before becoming an adventurer, which had puzzled me about the world's lore, but her sultry lewdness now made perfect sense.
'Is this why elves get such intense sex ed?' Some countries lumped elves with succubi, and it seemed this world's elves were a mix of those tropes.
Honestly, a fairy showing off like Daphne suited my tastes perfectly, curling my lips in satisfaction.
As I smiled down at her, she shyly smiled back, but recalling her un-virgin-like behavior, she coyly turned her head with a tsundere pout.
'Time to taste her for real.' I planted a light kiss on her nose, then got serious about claiming her.
Starting from her nose, butterfly kisses trailed down—nose, cheek, lips—sliding along her slender neck, my tongue soon tracing her collarbone toward her plump breasts.
"Hng."
Tickled by my tongue play, she let out a soft moan. But her arms wrapping around my head held no resistance, clearly showing she didn't hate it.
To reward her, I lowered my head further, reaching my destination. Mouth wide, I engulfed the fragrant fruit, rolling it inside.
Fresh herbal scent filled my mouth as I toyed with her nipple. Even just lightly sucking and rolling it brought waves of ticklish pleasure to her breasts in this situation, and her milk gushed freely into my mouth.
I swallowed the mouthful and wrapped my arms around her quivering waist, sucking harder to milk her like squeezing fruit.
"Haaaahht!"
Already aroused from my kisses, her sensitive breasts sent her into a light climax, drawing a female moan I'd never heard from her before.
'My god.'
Her moans were satisfying too, but right now, her milk swirling in my mouth was priority. Not mint-chocolate as I'd guessed, but fresh herbs blended with sweet, creamy milk for exquisite flavor. Entranced, I suckled greedily.
When the left breast's flow slowed, I switched to the right. When the left leaked again through my kneading hand, back to left.
"Het. Heuh. Ut!"
Her breasts had been aching from built-up milk, so the relief and pleasure made her moan deliriously, satisfied sighs escaping near my ear.
Pregnant women get mastitis from engorged breasts, right? With no baby—just a lump of rock—it was my husbandly duty. Satisfied and dutiful, I squeezed her breasts again.
How long did I fill my belly with her milk? When even rolling her saliva-soaked, peaked nipples only dribbled faintly, I sensed it was enough and slowly rose.
"Heut. Hek! Heuh."
Rising, I saw her breasts mottled red like cupping marks from my hands and mouth, and her face drooling slightly from intense stimulation.
'Why are messed-up women so damn pretty?'
But feeling guilty for overwhelming a virgin, I wondered if I should ease up—until her hazy eyes looked up, burning with raw lust, challenging me like 'That all you got?'
Absurd, a chuckle escaped me.
'Friends are different, huh? Heh.'
Tier, the tough bitch who looks like she'll devour men, was a obedient puppy deep down—shy and cute in bed. Daphne, the pure fairy princess, was a closet masturbator and voyeur, now a vixen in sheets. Their contrasts kept life exciting.
'Our hotheaded dragon too.'
I couldn't help it. Seeing these soft women stirred an urge to truly claim them.
My tough nature flared; their fluffiness ignited uncontrollable desire.
'First, make her mine completely.'
Regardless, priority was making Daphne fully mine. With her eyeing me lustfully, embracing her with this desire would be fine.
Meeting her gaze, I flashed a grin and shifted to properly embrace her.