The energy coursed through Damian like a river, branching out into every limb, every nerve, every fiber of his being. It filled his legs, his arms, his fingers and toes, before converging back toward his chest with an almost magnetic pull.
When it reached the center of his sternum, Damian heard a sound like a lock clicking open, deep and resonant, as if so hidden door within him had been unsealed. The world around him shifted, the mundane details of the room dissolving into nothingness.
At that mont, nothing existed except for him and Hazel.
She broke the kiss slowly, her lips dragging away from his with a wet, reluctant sound. Steam curled from her mouth as she exhaled, her breath warm and heavy in the cool air. Sweat glead on her skin, tracing paths down her neck and pooling between her breasts, which lood directly above his face. Her chest heaved with each labored breath, the rise and fall hypnotic, drawing his gaze inexorably to her nipples; dark, hard, and glistening with more than just sweat.
"Co on..." she whispered, her voice low and breathless, a promise wrapped in desperation. "Take a sip. They are yours."
Damian didn’t need to be told twice. His hands shot up, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her breasts as he grabbed them greedily. They filled his palms, and he squeezed without thinking.
To his astonishnt, a thin stream of milk jetted from her right nipple, splashing against his chest in a warm, white arc. His eyes widened for a split second before instinct took over.
He pulled her left breast toward his mouth, his lips parting wide as he drove the nipple past them. The mont the tip touched his tongue, the milk flooded his mouth. It was sweet, creamy, and thick, with an invigorating richness that sent a surge of energy straight through him.
He sucked desperately, his cheeks hollowing as he pulled at her flesh, his tongue swirling around the hardened nub to coax more of the precious liquid. Hazel’s head fell back, a loud, throaty moan escaping her lips as her fingers tangled in his hair, pressing him harder against her.
The milk kept coming, flowing freely as if her body knew exactly what he needed. Damian drank deeply, each swallow reigniting the fire in his veins. Her moans grew louder, more ragged, mixing with the wet sounds of his sucking and the occasional dribble of milk that escaped the corner of his mouth.
After a minute, he pulled away with a wet pop, a trail of milk connecting his lower lip to her nipple before breaking. He wasted no ti, his hand yanking her other breast toward his face. This ti, he was rougher, his mouth clamping down on the nipple with a hungry urgency that made her gasp.
His teeth grazed her gently as he sucked, drawing another jet of milk that hit the back of his throat. He groaned against her skin, the taste even more potent now, flooding his senses with a dizzying pleasure.
But even that wasn’t enough. He pulled back again, his breath ragged, milk sared across his lips and chin. His hands moved, cupping both breasts and pressing them together, mashing the nipples side by side until they were aligned. Then he shoved both into his mouth at once, his lips stretching wide to accommodate them. The dual sensation of two nipples against his tongue, both leaking milk in synchronized streams, was overwhelming. He sucked harder, his jaw working as he drew from both simultaneously, and Hazel cried out above him, her body shuddering.
At the sa ti, his hips began to move. His waist rolled, hovering up and down as the length of his shaft rubbed against her soaked pussy. The slick heat of her folds teased his skin, the tip of his cock catching on her clit with every pass, sending sparks of electricity through his groin. Her moans pitched higher, blending with the wet sounds of his mouth and the rhythmic friction between their bodies.
But then her hand shot down, her fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft. Her grip was firm, halting his movent entirely. Damian froze, his breath catching as she held him still. She pulled her breasts away from his mouth, leaving trails of milk on his lips and a sizable pool of it in his mouth, warm and heavy on his tongue. He could taste it, feel it coating the inside of his cheeks, ready to be swallowed.
She didn’t give him the chance. Her lips crashed against his again, her tongue pushing past his teeth as she kissed him deeply, passionately. The milk spilled from between their interlocked lips, escaping in small rivulets each ti their mouths swayed in the rhythm of the kiss. So of it ran down his chin, mixing with the sweat on his neck, while so transferred to her lips, slicking them both in the creamy evidence of her offering.
Slowly she guided his cock into her pussy. The sensation hit him like a freight train. Her heat enveloped him inch by inch, her walls clenching and pulling him deeper as she sank down onto his shaft.
Damian’s entire body locked up, his mind going blank as the overwhelming pleasure consud him. He was frozen, lying flat beneath her, unable to move or think as her pussy gripped him like a velvet fist.
He felt everything. Inside and outside his body at once. It was as if his consciousness had expanded, bursting through the confines of his flesh to rge with the world around him. Colors seed brighter, sounds richer, every sensation amplified to an almost unbearable degree. The milk still lingered on his tongue, the taste of it blending with the scent of her skin, the heat of her body and the pulse of her cunt around his cock.
Ti stretched endlessly. Pleasure had no limit. Every second felt like an eternity, and yet each eternity flew by in a heartbeat. He was lost in a realm where nothing else mattered, where the only reality was her and him, joined together in this perfect, consuming act.
Damian never wanted to step out of this realm again.
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