Ugh... since last night, I've been working overtime to get Valentine's specials out, drawing so much red, chocolate, and food play across my stories.
I woke up on my desk with a terrible headache and parched throat. Rising from my graphics tablet, I check my water bottle with a quick shake- empty. I locked in too hard and forgot to pace myself.
Slowly rising from my chair, I struggle to stand but ultimately make my way out. I turn the knob with a heavy hand, and a blinding white light disorients me, knocking me onto the floor.
What feels like an eternity passes by, and a dizzying red haze slowly overtakes me. The smell of chocolate worms its way into my nostrils.
"Is he awake?" A cheery voice fades into my ears first. From my cold, hard floor, my body lies atop the cotton mattress of my couch; this I'm familiar with, but my head is on something soft. Not only can I see nothing but darkness, but pressure is also applied to my face.
"He's breathing, at least..." Another voice, more inquisitive, softer, enters the fray. Along my stomach, more of that plush weight is added.
It makes me shift.
"Oh, look, he's alive." A third, creamy, silky voice makes itself known, farther than the other two. As I shift, I notice my knees are also suspended across a springy, curved surface held down by mysteriously malleable pressure.
"H-hey," An uncertain, deeper voice, rougher, tomboyish, ekes out from somewhere farther within the room, "D-do we really have to wear t-this? Is it even hygienic?" Her voice, while carrying grit, shows hesitation.
"Oh, yeah, we are, that's the surprise, after all!" The first voice confirms.
Citrusy sweat mixes in my nostrils, jolting me awake. "Mnnnh..."
Trying to rise, the pressure on my face shows me just how weakened I currently am. "Hold on," the second voice replies, and the weight is lifted, letting my vision readjust to the dim yellow light.
Natural vignette clears, and I find sharp emerald eyes staring at me.
"Good morning, sleepyhead." And her smile strikes through my spine.
"Lorette, ugh... good morning..." My vision fully clears. The warmth I feel finally gets an answer...
She's naked. Pheromones hit my nerves like a hammer on a nail. Despite waking up, "Why are you..." I rise slowly, seeing Yulia by my legs, and Natasha by my stomach, all staring at me with smiles...
All naked.
"Hiii!" Yulia waves at me with a cheeky grin.
"Hehe." Natasha giggles at me with a modest, motherly smile.
"H-hello..." Sky says, sitting with knees together, arm crossed over her breasts to cover them.
My brain immediately poses a question in my continued daze.
How did these three stooges rope Sky into their shenanigans?
Despite this, I can feel my body heat up. Three pairs of boobs hold my body in a literal booby trap. I can't move hastily.
"Like the surprise, handsome?" Lorette caresses my chin and kisses me on the lips. It's sticky and sweet.
"Chocolate?" I didn't even realize it until I licked my lips. On Lorette's lips is a sugary pink tint that is unmistakably chocolate. "Ruby chocolate, to be precise." She points down at her chest. My eyes trail down to her nipples covered in them.
My eyes widen. Subconsciously, I feel my throat clench.
"Is..." I cough. "Is this hygienic?"
"Mhm. Thanks for your concern, darling. How about you help yourself to a serving?" Lorette takes that chance to shove her chocolate-coated nipple into my mouth, leaving me no other choice but to lick and nibble my way to her milk.
I have to combat my dry throat with her dryad essence.
My body continues to heat up, and my length gets a greeting from two distinct hands. One chilly, the other softer, leading me to bite into the sweet exterior of Lorette's chewy nipple.
"Mhhm... that's it..." Lorette mewls low, exhaling in pleasure. I can feel her stomach rise and fall with sweat starting to form on her skin. "Lick it all... don't leave a single drop..." Her pitched pleas feel more like a demand, one I was willing to comply with.
The so-called ruby chocolate is sweeter than what I'm used to, which makes it sharper. Pricks of pain rain down on my throat and tongue, but I persevere. Movements undulate below her mammaries, may be readying themselves to give me some much-needed hydration.
"Oh, wow, his dick is so big..." I hear Yulia say with a curious tone, and the chilly hand at the base of my rod squeezes and shifts, seemingly trying to parse the size of my girth. "So hot, too, my hand might melt..."
"Right? It's so brutal looking," Natasha chimes in, stroking the latter half, playing with the skin, palming my leaky tip, and lubricating it with my own juices. "All of the veins are visible and throbbing, it's so scaryyyy..." Her fingertips trace organic lines across my entire body, sending tremors all over.
"Are you fine with just looking, Sky?" Lorette calls out as I break through the thin layer of chocolate, finally reaching her breast. Liquid meets my tongue, and a warm, refreshing feeling washes down my throat.
The ruby chocolate dilutes as it mixes with Dryad's milk. It had a kick last night, but this time it feels like warm milk with a floral scent, as if steeped in sweet flower petals. It's comforting, like a warm glass you drink before sleeping as a child.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine being last..." Sky chirps with a pitched tone.
As much as I want to surprise her by giving focus, my body is still recovering. My veins feel like they're getting rejuvenated with the milk.
"This bad mouth is doing a good job for being parched." Lorette giggles, running fingers through my scalp. Electrifying tingles help wake my body up in a gentler way compared to the chocolate.
"And this one's leaking!" Yulia giggles as she starts stroking my length with the little allowance Natasha's giving her.
"It really is, like a kid drooling at candy~" Natasha chuckles along, making a ring with her fingers and stroking the space underneath the tip- making me shudder.
I continue to manage until I feel a different sensation across my length. Hot breaths. Not one, but two.
Springy, firm pairs of lips follow, then slick, slippery tongues.
"Mmm~ it tastes on the fruitier side, don't you think, Nat?" Yulia continues to lick the frenulum.
"Mhm~ he's really taking care of himself, huh? I've heard only men who eat specific fruits get this type of healthy consistency..." Natasha divulges as she focuses her appendage on the underside.
I never thought being this vulnerable and helpless would feel this good. The lower head is subjected to such intense focal stimulation that the glands can't help but cry out in pleasure, providing more sustenance for the women.
My body cannot help but tense up, my open hand holding onto Lorette's other breast as my vision is blocked by the sheer amount of boobage laid upon me as I continue to suckle.
"Mnnn... that's it, baby..." Lorette praises, feeling my claw-like grip sink into her other boob, scooping up some of that melted ruby chocolate that started to melt from her natural body temperature. "Don't leave my boobs alone..." She'd coo.
And I wouldn't. Even if my lungs start to fill with her milk, I wouldn't be done. This subtle, fragrant, and lingering flavor is downright addictive.
Cuteness aggression, or perhaps sheer lust, takes my arm hostage and squeezes her growing areolae and nipple like it's a stress toy. "Mmnnhh~!" And it gets a beautiful squeak out of the composed, mature lady.
"That's it... Good boy." Fueled by her praises, my hand continues to lift her malleable pounds with little effort, gripping with such force that marks of my fingers linger. I can hear her stomach vibrating with an intense purr. "Nhhhn...~!" Milk bursts forth from the melted chocolate, spraying in spurts.
That's when milk from the one I'm drinking starts leaking more into my system. I can feel energy welling back into me, but the tongues, hands, and lips that keep me in place dare to wring out more than what I'm capable of currently giving.
"Mmm... it tastes sweet AND salty..." Yulia says through a half-open mouth, layering kisses and licks like a puppy on a lickable.
"It's kind of addicting though, isn't it?" Natasha says, upping her strokes and a notch of tightness across my pulsating cock.
Sensations spread across my skin, giving the illusion of a full-on assault on every nook and cranny. Ugh...
"Oh! I think he's about to cum!" Yulia chirps, planting a sticky, suctioned kiss onto the tip.
"Is he? Let's dial it up then!" Natasha follows, amping up the pace of her firm ring-grip across my girth.
It cascades into me, trying to divert the pleasure into chewing at Lorette's nipple.
Pleasure builds too fast. I'm still weakened, helpless, and too sensitive to try to hold on. Fluids build up fast, coagulating across a singular tunnel, doing what it does best as it climbs to the very top.
Whether they could feel it or not, it comes.
"Whoa!" / "Oh my gosh!" / "Mmmm..." Three reactions come around as a geyser of white spurts out from my hose. I can't tell where it's aimed. All I know is that it's trying to coat everything in its paint.
It all flashes white... and I wake up from the desk, sweaty, and with a resounding headache.
What a damn dream...