Saturday, May 3, 2025

Milk and Worship

By mid-pregnancy, my body wasn’t just theirs to fuck—it was theirs to nourish, to worship, to claim in even more intimate ways. My breasts had begun to swell, sensitive and heavy, and the moment Ant tasted milk from me for the first time, something in him shifted.

Max followed, eyes locked on mine as his mouth latched. Reverence and hunger tangled inside him.

“That’s it,” Max whispered, suckling slowly. “Let us feed from you. You’re not just carrying our baby. You’re made for us.

They made it ritual. They took turns at my breasts while the other filled me—always gently at first, then with growing need. My body was tender, yes, but not fragile. They knew every curve, every sound, every inch of stretch. They read me better than I read myself.


Late Pregnancy: Shared Worship

The breeding room evolved.

It wasn’t just a place for sex. It became a shrine. My body—round, radiant, and marked by them—was the center of it all.

They massaged oils into my growing belly, tracing the lines they helped create. They knelt. Kissed. Whispered filth and devotion in equal measure.

Max licked a line from my navel to my breasts, murmuring, “You’re so ripe for us. Perfect. We’ll never stop.”

Ant’s hands were always gentle on my hips before they weren’t—gripping, anchoring, fucking me slow and deep until I was trembling again. I was never alone. Never untouched. They shared me even more in those final weeks—one licking between my legs while the other drank from my chest.


Days Before Labor

I was heavy with them—pregnant, leaking milk, body soaked in constant arousal and pleasure.

Even walking became a tease. A knowing glance. A stray hand under my dress. They still bent me over the nearest surface. They still filled me, slowly, reverently, sometimes both of them in a single session—mouth, cock, fingers, milk. I was taken, praised, fed.

They didn’t stop. But they also cherished me in a way that felt almost sacred.

“You're life and sex all at once,” Ant murmured into my ear one night. “A goddess we get to fuck.”

Max laughed low, his hand slipping between my thighs. “And we’re going to fuck you until the hospital begs us to stop.”

 

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