Chapter 119: Warm and Delicious

"Oh fuck yes!"

As soon as the moan left her lips, Strawberry cupped a hand to her mouth, looking at the twins with panic and concern.

"I thought I woke them up," she whispered to Byron. "Come, let’s give them some space."

She took his hand and dragged him to the other side of the room, to the chair she had been sitting on when she breastfed them.

Wide and pillowed, with soft fabrics and fur spread on it, it was more of a couch than a chair. Strawberry pushed him onto its softness and climbed on top of him, her lips finding his, her hands in his hair, on his back, on his chest... It felt like she had a hundred hands, touching each and every inch of his body.

Of course, he reciprocated in kind.

His hands found her boobs, her waist, her hips... Her everything. When their lips parted, they were panting, a bit of sweat on their foreheads.

Then Strawberry climbed off him and took a small step backwards. Cold air replaced the warmth of having her body onto his, and he meant to sit, to follow her and reclaim this warmth and the softness of her body upon his, but she placed a hand on his chest and gently pushed him back onto the couch.

"Take off your clothes," she said, more like a command. At the same time, she gently tugged on her dress and let it slowly slide to the ground, moving her hips seductively, touching her boobs, her neck... It was like watching a striptease performed by the best temptress in town.

Where did she learn all this? Byron wondered, reminiscing the day he first met her. How she came into the room to serve him some fruit, shy and a bit wary, guilty-skriken and honorbound to stay pure.

But now she was sure of herself. Perhaps it was because she had already been exposed. Now Byron was the father of her twins. In a way, she had a claim to him, unlike when they first met. Back then she had been afraid she might get caught, afraid of what Goddess Calliope would do to her for breaking her oath.

Now she seemed to her thrown caution to the wind.

This is gonna be fun.

Byron just watched, enjoying the show she was putting on for him. The way she moved her hips, touched her jaw and her lips, the way she slid her fingers down her neck, her fingers tracing her collarbone, down to her big boobs as if to draw Byron’s eyes onto her dripping nipples.

If this was her goal, she achieved it. Byron’s eyes tracked a droplet as it flowed down her belly.

His mouth fell open on its own, instantly filled with saliva, his breath quickening like a dog being teased with a chunk of meat.

He felt thirsty, thirsty for her milk, thirsty for her moans, for the wet sloppy sounds her pussy would make when he thrust his dick inside her. He had forgotten her command to take off his clothes.

The look on his face must have been so telling because Strawberry gave him a smile, took a step towards him and squeezed her boobs, hard and fast, spraying his face with warm milk.

"Fuck!" He was startled, and, of course, satisfied.

Some milk made it into his mouth. It was warm and delicious.

He licked his lips.

"It’s so warm and delicious," he told her. "Do it again! I want more."

Strawberry giggled. "Not unless you take off your clothes."

"Say less!"

Immediately, he reached for his buckle, but then Strawberry went on her knees and told him she was gonna do it herself. "I want to smell your arousal."

"Do you even know how it smells like?" he asked.

"Of course. If I didn’t, I would have died."

"What do you mean?"

She didn’t answer. Instead she told him to stand up. She was done unbuckling his belt. Quickly she pulled down his pants, then took a sniff. Prolonged. When she exhaled, her hot breath brushed against his balls.

"Oh my! So good! So good!"

She smelled him some more, looking like an addict each and every time.

Her gaze searched for his, then a grin spread across her face. "I’ve missed this scent so much. When I was pregnant, all I could think of was the scent of your arousal. I would feel sick and tremble unless I closed my eyes and pretended I was smelling you. Sometimes I couldn’t even eat or do anything. All I craved was your scent. The sent in that room where we first met right after we had sex. I wasn’t the only one though. Hypolyta craved your sweat and... "

She burst out laughing, clearly remembering all the weird things the pregnant amazons did in relation to Byron’s scent, sweat and semen.

Byron knew pregnant women could have super weird cravings, so he wasn’t surprised. The fact that he had gone missing, that they missed him must have been why they craved him, or anything that reminded them of him.

He felt sorry for them.

Strawberry stopped laughing and looked at him with a serious face. "Suddenly I don’t want you to leave. I don’t want to crave your scent again while you are not within my reach."

Byron was thinking of something to say, but then Strawberry shook her head and a smile returned to her face. "I better not waste this time, I suppose."

With this, she took another whiff and her body seemed to vibrate with new found vitality.

Before he knew it, the tip of her tongue was brushing the head of his dick, then it was swallowed.

Her mouth was moist and warm. A throb went through his dick and he grunted in pleasure.

She sucked on it, then pulled away to look at him, licking her lips with a satisfied smile on her face.

"So so delicious!" she said, then swallowed it again.

While with his dick still in her mouth, she pulled him back onto the couch and inched closer, this time bobbing up and down, up and down.

He put his hand on top of her head to assist her.

Wet sloppy sounds, muffled moans, his grunts of pleasure... These pleasant sounds drowned the shouts from down the castle, shrouding Byron in a cocoon of pleasure, intoxicating him.

He closed his eyes to enjoy.

They went on for a while, her tongue snaking around his dick, her saliva mixing with his pre-cum as she sucked on his dick, the juices flowing down its shaft.

He was in heaven.

Then abruptly it all stopped.

He opened his eyes to protest, but then a spray of something warm splashed onto his dick and another throb went through it when he realized what it was.

Her milk.

Strawberry was squeezing her big boobs, bathing his dick with her milk.

"How does it feel?" she asked.

"So good!"

She smiled and squeezed again. "Do you want it in your mouth?"

"Of course!"

She rose to her feet and sprayed her milk into his mouth. Then she climbed on top of him, her hand reaching for his dick and pushing it into her pussy. It was wet and tight. Warm and slippery.

"Oh fuck!" he grunted in pleasure as the walls of her pussy contracted around his dick.

One of her hands grabbed onto his shoulder and she started bouncing, her other hand busy squeezing her boobs to spray him with more of her milk.

Said boobs were now dangling in front of his face. Byron inched higher and wrapped his lips around one of her nipples, sucking the warm milk like a hungry calf on its mother’s tit.

He remembered a time when he wished there was real milk when he was sucking on some tits. That time had arrived, and the milk was warm and delicious.

Abundant!

It’s even better than I had imagined.

He drank greedily.

Author’s Note:

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