"It feels like two bowling balls were strapped to my chest, and my breasts are about to burst, Kanaya," Rose tells you, already taking her dress off. "I know you're craving blood, but maybe this will help us both out."
As her top layer slips off, and she gently drapes it on the chair next to hers, you feel a shiver run up your spine. She is gorgeous in her cream colored slip, bare shoulders. Bare neck. Earlier, your rainbow drinker light flipped on without your willing it; Rose must have realized this means you need to feed. She's not offering any blood, but this idea...interests you.
Wordlessly, you sit next to her, her abandoned dress grazing your arm softly. You reach a hand out to cup her breast, lift it up. Rose sighs in relief as the heavy weight is literally lifted off of her shoulders. "Drink up, darling," she tells you.
You slip your hand into her slip, feeling the lace of her bra. You tap your fingers along the underwire, circling with your thumb. Finally, slowly, gently, you take your other hand to slide her beautiful bosom out of its cup. It slips out with a bounce, before drooping heavily below her bra line. Wow - she is full of milk. It's already beginning to dribble out of her pink nipple. You thought human anatomy was fascinating before - but the nipple always piqued your interest.
Finally you see it in action, a real human woman making her own milk in front of you, and you would fall to your knees if you were not already sitting. It’s captivating, the wetness making her skin shine in the lowlight of the lab, the way it’s just dripping down in that little pink crevice. Your stare seems to make it come out faster, nearly a stream dripping down onto the satin of her underclothes. The aroma begins to waft out, very mild but noticeable enough. You want to take a drink out of her, and this time it isn’t her neck that you’re eyeing up. You shift your gaze to Rose’s eyes and she smiles at you.
You lean in, and place your lips gently on her nipple, mindful of your sharp teeth. It’s sweet. That’s the first thing you notice as you begin suckling. It tastes nothing like what you’re replacing, but it’s coming out so easily. It’s all love and joy and it’s delicious. Her breasts are heavy, supple, the skin rising with micro bumps when you drag your nail softly along her areola. Your eyes are closed, and you imagine yourself falling asleep like this, drinking her milk, the thick liquid filling your mouth.
Her stream is so strong, you can hardly keep up with how fast it comes once you start feeding. It’s filling your mouth. The sweet nectar of your love’s breasts warms your whole body. It begins to dribble out, down your chin.
“You’re making such a mess, are you a baby?” Rose chides you. She takes one thumb and wipes the drool with it, and your nook begins to feel warm. You can feel your bulge attempt to unsheath itself, and it presses against your already-tight skirt. You pay it as little attention as you can; this is just to help Rose, after all. You will deal with all of that later.
Rose, however, must notice the change in your body, how your bloodpusher begins to race, because she says, “Oh? Do you like being a baby?”
Your cheeks flush green, and you bury your face further onto her nipple. Your horn tips are precariously close to her chin. You don’t pay that any mind if she doesnt, and simply continue to suck and drink from her large breast.
She continues, however. “You’re my baby, are you? My little human baby, and I’m your human mother? How naughty, Kanaya. You may not know this, but human mothers are never supposed to do this with their babies.” At this she reaches toward your growing tightness, squeezes where your tentabulge is trying to break free.
It’s a surprise - it makes you gasp just the slightest bit, and your mouth comes off Rose’s still squirting teat. Your face is getting covered in the milk, a soft warmth making its way down your face, onto your collarbones, soaking into your shirt.
She looks down at you, and your horn tips barely graze her chin. She doesn't react - but it sends sparks down straight to your shameglobes. It feels good. Messy with her milk, her hand rubbing you in circles.
"Let your mommy take care of you, baby," she whispers, once again rubbing her chin on your horns. It's overwhelming, every nerve ending lighting up from two directions. Her free hand guides your head back to her breast, and you gulp greedily on her teat. Mommy's milk. You're embarrassed by the thought, and you squirm a bit, but you like it. It feels so right to be drinking Rose's milk, your sweet mommy's tit in your mouth, as she rubs you through your skirt.
The hand rubbing your horns begins to move in circles, up and down, and wow combined with the milk and the softness of the breast and the hand on your bulge it's all too much. You want to cry out but you're still drinking, tasting her, wet from the last time you let go. So you whine into the teat, buck your hips against her hand. You whimper, letting go of all adult sensibilities, giving into what Rose is doing to your body.
And before you even realize, much too fast and incredibly filled with shame, your genetic material spills out of your nook and soaks your skirt. The jade green liquid is absorbed slowly by the red cloth, turning brown, as your entire body turns green from flushing.
Rose simply says, "That's my baby," before leaning down to kiss your forehead. With just a few more suckles on her breast, your rainbow drinker light turns off. You've fed in an entirely new way this time.
You begin to extract yourself, sure that Rose wants to clean up, but she stops you. "You're only half done, silly," she tells you, gesturing to her other breast.
You bite your lip and head in for round two.