“P-pleasure?”
“My activation has made it difficult for me to achieve release. Milk from humans is one of the only means by which I can seek pleasure. Whatever gods have activated our secondary biology has a cruel sense of humour.”
“Oh. Geez.”
He laughed. “And then you appeared on my screen, and I was in town in time to make a booking.”
She was blushing and knew it was not confined to her face. “I work a lot and don’t check my messages often.”
He started at her ankles and kissed and licked his way up her body. “How well does being a wetnurse pay?”
“It doesn’t. It is my volunteer job. My day job is working in data entry.” Her words tumbled out fast as her arousal started rising rapidly.
“Close to the hospital, I imagine.”
“Um, yeah. I have a dispensation to take my breaks at the hospital and work overtime.” She covered her mouth as his tongue move up her slit. The wet honey had started to emerge the moment he pressed his tongue to her ankle.
“That must be a lot of hours.”
She mumbled. “We aren’t supposed to be talking about this.”
He laughed against her sex. “You are easy to question.”
She shook as his laugh got her close to the edge.
Eleven gasped when he slid his fingers inside and crooked them upward, moving them along until he found something he was looking for. When he rubbed, it started as an itching feeling, then swelling, and then throbbing heat that built up with the feeling of his digits widening her. She nearly smothered herself in an attempt to stifle the scream that hit her as her entire universe wrapped around his fingers and the tongue on her clit.
He held her arched and tense with his fingertips sliding until she saw stars and slumped. He pulled his fingers from her. “Aw, poor Eleven. Can’t take it?”
She caught her breath as her vision cleared. “Just. A. Little. Sensitive.”
He chuckled. “So, you want me to continue?”
“Please. Whatever you do whets my appetite for more.”
He sucked at each breast in long, drawing slurps, and then, he moved up and nuzzled her neck. “Are you sure?”
She knew there was something weird about his cock. She had seen that much through the mask. She sighed. “I am sure. If this is a one-time thing, it will be informative. If it were crippling, Management wouldn’t have put us together.”
He chuckled. “Very well.”
She felt the blunt head of him pressing into her; he was wide, and she opened her thighs as far as she could to let him in. He slid in an inch, and she whimpered. He withdrew and slid in further. She panted, and he continued until he was pressed into her completely.
She panted, pushed at his arms, and tried to settle into a breathing rhythm that didn’t sound like she was being crushed internally.
He sighed and feathered a kiss across her lips. “I did warn you.”
“Move.”
He paused. “What?”
“This isn’t a parking area; either you fuck me, or you get out.”
She could see the deviation in his colouring when she made her demand.
He chuckled. “Yes, Ma’am.”
He withdrew and eased back, and her breathing got deeper, her body tightened around him, and she lifted her hips to take him deeper, even though she twinged a little. He began to move inside her in earnest, thrusting hard, and there was a tension in him. He was watching for something. He moved a hand between them and stroked her clit while thrusting deep, and she gasped and shuddered as her body spasmed around him again. She moaned softly as her body relaxed, and he thrust deep and held himself to the hilt as he spasmed inside her. She was so tight around him she could feel every vein, every twitch. His roar as he came made her ears ring.
Eleven gasped and flushed as his chest on hers caused her breasts to seep again. “Sorry.”
He kissed her, carefully moving his mouth over hers. “That... isn’t something I get to experience often.”
“What is?”
“Being balls deep in someone. Is there by any chance another aspect to your active status?” His gravelly tone was polite, but his cock was hardening again.
“Oh, the hormones that cause the constant lactation also tend to keep my uterus and vagina very pliable. It does not come up in conversation.” She winced. “It appears normal until pressure is applied. Then, it stretches slowly. My gyno had a field day with it.”
“It feels like a snug fist, wrapping without strangling.” He shuddered and withdrew before sliding back in. “Oh, gods. I want to live here.”
He started a long, slow fuck, and she didn’t know where to put her hands. His skin felt velvety but hard. He kissed her. “What’s the problem?”
“Where can I put my hands?”
He pulled them one at a time and put them around his ribs. “Hold, claw, pet, do your worst, Eleven.”
She bit her lip, and when he thrust in, and she arched up, she used her short nails to let her rub up against him. Eleven locked her legs around his hips and pulled him deeper with every stroke.
Her hands moved up his shoulders, and she held him close as he moved with determined frenzy.
She came again while grinding up against him, and he followed immediately as if he had been waiting for her.
This time, his growl sounded against her temple. She held him to her and stroked his hair while he twitched softly inside her.
Eleven sighed when he raised his head, and she swallowed at the distorted view of his face through the mask. She checked the display. Two and a half hours to go.
Her breasts felt heavy, despite the mess that was all over her and him. His chest was slick, as was hers. “Um, if you wanted me to pump, now is a good time.”
He nuzzled her cheek. “Excellent.”
He remained on top of her.
“You are going to have to get out of me sometime. Wrap up
