Chapter Sixteen
A Milky Morning
I woke up the next morning to the sight of two beautiful girls on their sides cuddled up to my chest. Their faces were right in front of each other, sharing my chest as a pillow, as they held hands in their sleep.
They looked so unbelievably precious that I was in absolute despair over not having my phone on me to take a picture of them.
But also, from what I could tell, their stomachs were back to normal. Again, no idea how that worked, but it was for the best. However…
The room smelled like cum.
I also had no idea when Frolin and Ailsa were going to be back, so we needed to get up, clean up, and wash up so that they didn’t come back to a home that smelled like their guest’s cum.
Fortunately, I knew they had candles to help mask the scent, so we could light some of those.
“Alright,” I said before poking both the girls. “Hey, it’s time to get up.”
“Mm,” Lupa groaned. “Five more minutes.”
Rosie then whispered, “Ten more…”
“Mm… let’s compromise and make it fifteen…”
“I accept your deal…”
God damn it, how was I supposed to interrupt them when they acted like that?
It looked like we’d be staying in bed for another fifteen minutes.
…
An hour later.
“Hey,” I said. “We seriously need to get up.”
“Mm,” Lupa groaned. “Five more—”
“No. I’m not falling for that again.”
“Master… cruel…”
Then Rosie mumbled out, “I want pancakes… Sev… go make me pancakes…” She was a pretty needy girl in the mornings, apparently.
I gently grabbed Rosie by her horn to give her a very light shake, causing her to grumble and whine. “I can’t make you anything when you’re both using me as a body pillow,” I said. “Come on, do you want your parents to come back while this place smells like cum?”
Rosie shot up after she heard that. Then she looked down at her stomach, sighed, and rubbed her forehead. “All my memories of last night are flooding back to me now…”
“Flooding like my cum?”
“For better or for worse, yes.” Rosie turned to look back at me, but her eyes got caught on something else in the process.
There was a huge tent pitched over my crotch with the blanket.
“Wh—h-how?!” Rosie shouted.
“It’s just morning wood, it’s fine,” I said. Though, it was probably more than that at this point. I was hard ever since I woke up. How was I supposed to not be?
“Your—your sex drive… it’s insane.”
“This is normal for men in the morning.”
“Said nobody ever!”
“Do men of this world seriously not get morning wood?”
“I don’t know, but I’ve never heard of that myself!”
Seth’s worldbuilding really did everything possible to make me special as a man. “Either way, don’t worry about it.”
“Ugh… but… it feels like such a waste to not use it if it’s hard… do you know how many girls would call for my public execution if they found out I’ve got a boyfriend like this and I’m not glued to his dick 24/7?”
“Mm… Rosie… loud,” Lupa whined. “Sleepy…”
“Lupa, open your eyes and look and you’ll understand why I’m so loud.”
“Mm…?” And so, Lupa opened her eyes to see the towering tent before her.
Rather than react as dramatically as Rosie, though, Lupa wiggled her way down toward it, slid under the blankets, and then wrapped her arms around my shaft to hug it against her chest as she used my abdomen like a pillow.
“Mm… warm pillow to cuddle with… and smells good…” Then she kissed the tip. “Goodnight…”
I pet the top of her head and said, “It’s morning, Lupa.”
“Shh.” She gave my dick a few pats. “It’s sleepy cuddle time.” And in response to her making my dick throb, she cuddled it against her even more snugly to stop it from moving so much. “So wiggly…”
“You know, maybe we should stay like this after all.”
Rosie glared at me. “My mom and dad are not coming back here while it smells like this, no matter how much I like it.”
That made me feel a little smug. “Heh. You admit you like waking up to the scent of my cum.”
“And?”
“A-and… isn’t that embarrassing?”
“Sev, you inflated me like a balloon last night. It won’t be possible for me to feel embarrassment for a long time.”
Then I noticed something.
“Why are you staring at my chest? Do you think you’ll embarrass me by—”
“Wet,” I answered.
“What?”
“Your nightgown is wet.”
Rosie looked down at her chest.
Miss “It won’t be possible for me to feel embarrassed for a long time” then rapidly turned red as she spotted the wet marks over her nipples.
“Mm?” Lupa, unfortunately, let go of my dick to check out what was going on outside of the blankets. “Oh. Milk.”
Rosie’s ears frantically flapped after hearing that.
“Even though there’s no way you’re pregnant?” I asked.
Rosie covered up her breasts with her arms to the best of her ability. “Us—us holstaurs… we… produce more milk… the more we orgasm… even if we’re not pregnant… so…”
“So, because you came like crazy last night, now you’re lactating.”
Rosie moved her arms away from her breasts so that she could hide her face behind her hands instead.
“Master,” Lupa said while staring at Rosie’s tits. “Are we thinking the same thing?”
“I think so,” I answered. “My throat is feeling pretty dry.”
“Mm. Same.”
It was time to get that special ‘Rosie’s Milk’ item, but I was going to drink it straight from the source this time.
Rosie uncovered her face just in time to see me and Lupa ready to pounce her.
It was too late for her to stop us once she saw us.
Working in unison, we held Rosie down against the bed, reached for her tits, and then—
“St-stop!” Rosie cried.
We stopped.
“Wait… don’t… don’t actually stop,” Rosie whimpered. “I’m sorry, I was just embarrassed…”
“I think we’re going to need a different safe word,” I said.
Rosie blushed and looked off to the side. “I—I can’t go out anywhere while I’m leaking, so… you need to take responsibility and milk me until nothing is left… even if I tell you to stop.”
“Mm, so drinking is okay?” Lupa asked.
“It—it is. And… thanks for stopping even if I didn’t mean it.”
I leaned over and kissed Rosie’s forehead. “Just wanted to make sure that you’re alright. Now then, thank you for breakfast.”
“It’s embarrassing enough when you say that that it makes me want to actually stop you.”
“Too late.”
Me and Lupa got to work.
While Rosie was all flustered and couldn’t even look at what we were doing, we lifted her nightgown up enough to reveal her breasts and saw just how wet with her milk they already were.
Lupa drooled at the sight. “Master… do you think we can make those cheesy sticks with her milk? Cheese is made from milk, right?”
Rosie glared at Lupa and said, “Turn my milk into cheese and I’m never letting you do this again.”
Lupa’s ears flattened against her head. “Mean…”
While Lupa pouted at having her dreams crushed, I went in for a taste. Rosie already shuddered just from feeling my hands take a gentle hold of her left breast, but then she let out one of those adorable moan/moo combinations when she felt my tongue lap against her breast.
There was the saltiness from her skin mixed into the flavor of the milk, but… the milk itself was something else.
Didn’t it taste way too good?
Even just from that tiny bit I tasted, it tasted creamier and sweeter than the milk I had back on Earth.
I needed a better taste.
I brought my lips up to her nipple and latched on. As soon as I did, Rosie’s entire body trembled as I felt her milk squirt up into my mouth.
… it was way too good.
I once got toast with sweetened condensed milk on it at the nursing home as a special treat.
That was about as fancy as the cooking got there.
Anyways, Rosie’s milk… reminded me of sweetened condensed milk.
It wasn’t quite as thick, but it was definitely thicker, sweeter, and creamier than normal milk.
Her milk tasted as if someone added more milk to milk while also turning it into a dessert.
Also, once Lupa joined in by drinking from Rosie’s other tit, it was pretty hard to actually drink. Rosie’s tits were her weak spots, and now she had two different people drinking from them.
The mooing moans were unending.
I also found out that: one, I could make her moan and orgasm even more by kneading and squeezing her tit as I drank from her nipple; and two…
the more I massaged her tit, the more milk she squirted out.
Squeezing from the back and pushing up toward her nipple was the most effective in getting her milk out.
There was only one problem.
I started feeling full after just a minute of drinking, but Rosie clearly wasn’t done lactating.
Lupa looked like she was ready to tap out, too. Apparently, drinking milk was way more filling than getting inflated by cum. Or maybe it had to do with the rate of intake. I had no idea.
Either way, by the time we were full, Rosie was still panting from all the orgasms while milk dribbled out from her nipples at an even greater rate than they started.
“Mm… Master,” Lupa said. “Idea.”
“Yeah?” I replied.
“I saw a bucket in the kitchen. It smelled the same as Ailsa.”
“I think we’re on the same page. Go grab it.”
Lupa nodded, ran off to grab the bucket, and then returned with it. It looked like it could hold two or three gallons.
“Alright,” I said. “I’ve seen this in videos online. We need to help Rosie stand up, lean over it, and then we’ll milk her into the bucket.”
“Sounds fun. Let’s do it.”
We nodded at each other, helped Rosie stand up who was still pretty out of it due to pleasure, and positioned her against the wall.
It didn’t work, though. We wanted her to reach out and brace herself against the wall while bending over…
but she was way too shaky and weak to do that in her current state.
Then we had another idea.
Rather than expect Rosie to brace herself, Lupa stood in front of her to keep her standing up while leaving her breasts hanging down over the bucket.
“This should do,” I said. “Alright, I’ve watched videos on how to milk cows out of curiosity before, so let’s see.”