Dramatically. Each bounce sent them arcing forward, the full weight of them swinging up toward her chin and back down, nipples hard and leaking, the milk spraying forward in thin arcs that caught the firelight and fell across the mat, across Gwen's legs, across Rihana's knees.
Warm. Landing on skin. Running in thin rivulets.
'[System Notification]'
'Subject: Lira — Bandit Bloodline'
'Lactation Initiated: Breeding bond response'
'Conception: Confirmed'
Gwen watched.
Her hand moved to her own breast. Not deliberately. Just — moved there, her palm pressing against the sore, swollen weight of it, feeling the milk still leaking from the nipple against her fingers.
She watched Lira's hips.
The 'clap' of them on his thighs. The specific, gorgeous obscenity of his cock disappearing into her anal on every drop, the ring of her stretching and then releasing, the slick shine of her coating him.
Gwen's other hand moved between her own legs.
