42. The First Night
FORTY-TWO
THE FIRST NIGHT
Syasku
By day’s end we make our first camp at the edge of the forest, having followed the lake to the underground spring it’s created from. During that time we take numerous breaks to rest, clean ourselves, and to indulge our thirst.
As Kyle stokes a fire and stays to guard it and a sleeping Audrin, Vivian walks away from the camp to pass through a thick patch of trees and back towards the water. Following her, it is the first time we have been alone all day. She pauses at the shore and waits for me. Magnetized, I head straight for her and press against her back. Sliding my hands down her front, I help her strip off her clothes.
Earlier in the day, we bathed briefly, washing the remaining blood and dirt from our bodies and taking our time cleaning Audrin. We did not have time to enjoy it, more focused on putting as much distance as possible between us and the freighter.
Now naked in front of me, her brown skin awash in the colors of twilight, we not only have some time, we also have privacy.
“It’s so cold,” she gasps, stepping into the water. “Is it always so cold?”
“Not all of it.” I slip in next to her, holding back a pleasured moan as the water envelops my tail. Enticed by the way her breasts look, her nipples harden as she hugs her middle. Fuller, plumper, and heavier on her chest, they have grown since I last saw them. “The wetlands are warmer,” I murmur.
She takes a hesitant step deeper. “Thank god. I’m desperate to get in, but I don’t know if I can do it as often as I’d like if it’s so chilly.”
I will keep you warm.
In the waning golden light, and with a bar of soap from our supplies gripped in her fist, she begins scrubbing her skin, refusing to brave facing me. If she did, I would trap her against me and stop what she plans on doing.
Letting her have her time, I catch fish for our dinner, devouring several before throwing the rest ashore. She takes her time, washing until no trace of our ordeal remains to mar her flesh, and as she steps deeper into the water to wet her hair, I wind my tail around her and take the soap from her hand.
Using my tail as support, she leans back to dunk her hair, baring her naked chest right to my face.
Lust strikes hard, swelling my prick and expanding it within my tail. Pressing against my slit, it bulges. Ignorant of the effect she has on me, her eyes closed, and her fingers tangled in her hair, working through it, I lean in, unable to resist suckling one of her tight nipples into my mouth.
She gasps and jerks upright, her legs squirming for purchase in the silt below. Drawing her nearer with my tail, I groan around her nipple.
Suckling harder, her milk squirts out to coat my mouth.
“Syasku!” she squeaks, still squirming for a place to brace her feet.
Cupping her other breast, I squeeze, uncaring of her predicament, overcome by the sweet flavor of her milk. Until she fed our son, I had no idea human females produced milk for their young. Suckling more of it out of her, my engorged erection springs free to shove against her thigh.
Realizing I have no plan on stopping, she grips the back of my head and holds on. Leaning further over her, I finish off one breast and move to the other, drinking from both until there is nothing left. Her milk sweet like the juice from a fruit, I lap at her nipples, hoping for another drop, squeezing both her breasts at the same time.
Audrin is a lucky male. His mother is delicious.
Trembling and breathy, she presses against me for warmth, inciting my need to spread her legs and shove inside her, to know she is here in my arms, and not far away, quivering around my knot.
Once more I suckle her nipples, hoping for one final swallow.
When a drip hits my tongue, seed bursts from my tip, releasing into the water with a satisfied groan tearing from my throat.
Licking both her nipples with appreciation, I slide my tongue up along her neck to press my fangs to her frenetic pulse. With it thundering beneath her skin, another groan escapes. Her hands loosen around my head and her arms circle me. Rubbing my lips over her throat, I coil my tail around her body until there is none left. “When you are healed, female,” I mumble over her skin, “I will breed you thoroughly and often, if only to keep your milk flowing.”
Her fingers dig into my back. “I take it you like it.”
I bend down to suckle another tit. “I do. I can see why our son is always eager to feed.”
“Our son needs it to grow. His needs come first.” She laughs.
“Yessss, but he will not need your milk for long or while he sleeps. If he is like me, he will crave raw meat soon enough. He will need it to regenerate and grow strong.”
She is quiet for a moment as I run my tongue between her breasts and up to the divot on her throat. “I… don’t need another baby to keep producing it…” Her breath hitches. “As long as my body thinks it’s needed, it will continue to make more.”
I lick back down to her nipples and am rewarded with a fresh squirt of her milk on my tongue. “That issss… good to know.” My words come out raspy and full of thirst.
Sliding my face once more and pressing my mouth down on hers, I slip my tongue inside, sharing her taste.
Her tongue slides along mine and with a moan, I lose myself in the kiss. Pouty and forever soft, I nip and knead her lower lip with my teeth. Twilight fades into darkness as I feel her everywhere with my hands, and when her shivers worsen from the cold, I carry her to the shore.
Entirely ready to push her to the ground and climb on top of her, I instead help dry her body and redress her in her clothes.
We pull apart when Audrin’s hungry cries reach us. I watch as Vivian scurries off to camp before grabbing the fish on the bank.
Kyle does not say anything while he cooks the fish, and Vivian, suspicious about eating it, picks at one until she gains enough courage to take her first bite. By her third bite, her reservations about them vanish.
Travel remains slow over the next few days, the forest thicker and harder to traverse than the one bordering the wetlands. And between Vivian still on the mend and without proper shoes, and the baby being delicate, careful deliberation and time is spent on safe passage. We go nowhere without scouting it first.
It is during one of these times that I am… thankful for Kyle’s presence.
All the while, we hear more ships descend, all heading in the same direction we flee from.
On the third day, and some time before noon, while we stop to rest so Vivian and feed the baby, Kyle mentions skirting around a facility that is ahead of us.
I pause to question him, when I realize where we are, and what facility he is talking about.
Leaving Vivian and Audrin with him to see for myself, I scout ahead until I reach its borders.
Stilling at the sight before me, it is then I discover that everything I once knew has changed, and Asera was telling the truth all along.