I catch the faint curve of his lips and already know he’s about to twist it into some kind of joke.
"Try me," I murmur, leaning in slightly, breathing in his heather scent.
"For example… a blowjob. With swallowing."
I burst out laughing because I just can’t help it.
"Sure, I can get right on that, though it might require dislocating my jaw."
Snow presses his lips together, clearly fighting a matching burst of laughter, then suddenly murmurs,
"But maybe we should warm things up first, with a little starter session involving your mammary glands. First round of stimulation, then we’ll see where it goes from there."
We stare at each other, the air between us shimmering with a pink-tinted silence. Funny, sometimes I swear I can actually see synesthetic traces, subtle ripples of color in the surrounding air, and right now they look very… excited.
Then Snow’s gaze drifts down to my neck, then to my chest, and one of his fingers grazes the tip of my nipple again.
"So. What do you say, Summer?" he murmurs.
I bite my lips, but my hands already move on their own. I start unbuttoning my shirt while Snow shifts to rest his head against my forearm, as if he wants to be cradled in my arms.
His beautifully shaped, sensual lips close around my sensitive nipple, and the jolt that shoots through me is anything but appropriate.
Yeah…
I squeeze my eyes shut, taking a deep breath as he starts to suckle. The coming months are going to be very interesting…
???
The following week, we actually do invite Dr. Carter-Nolan. He shows a surprising amount of enthusiasm and positivity toward my decision. He warns me about the consequences, that I’ll need to take hormone doses to stimulate the glands, but he says induced lactation has a high success rate. Even if it doesn’t always reach full supply, there is milk flow, and the experience itself, even with just a moderate amount, creates a stronger bondbetween parents and children, especially with newborns who are adopted.
The very next day, Snow returns from the pharmacy with a package of hormones for me, and I begin the process. It doesn’t turn out to be as easy as I thought. My body really seems to believe it’s pregnant, and I experience symptoms I never expected: heightened nipple sensitivity, increased sleepiness, a surge of appetite, a constant feeling of fullness, and even water retention.
But through all of it, Snow is right there with me, supporting me at every step. I also find encouragement in Lake, who reacts warmly to my plan. He breastfed all of his sons until the age of two, and is genuinely happy about my decision.
There’s also another change.
One evening, while Snow plays his piano with intense focus, I sit on the bed and start building my ‘perfect’ nest. I’m done with the temporary ones that fall apart after every session of our passionate sex.
This time, I want to do a proper job. My readiness has grown with each passing day until I’ve reached this point. My hands work skillfully, my wrist glands producing a scent that saturates every layer.
Within a few hours, during which, interestingly, Snow doesn’t check the bedroom, giving me complete privacy, I finish the nest.
It’s made almost halfway out of Snow’s clothes. Yes, I raided a large part of his wardrobe, but I’m not going to justify it, and he… well, when he finally enters the room, summoned by my AO call, he finds me naked in the middle of the nest.
His eyes roam over it, recognizing his hoodies, sweaters, sweatshirts, pants, and even underwear. Yeah, I went all in.
A broad smile lights up his face, and I take the perfect ‘omega presenting’ position on my elbows and knees. I push my ass high, and Snow nods in approval.
"This bed holds nothing but perfection. The nest, you, and that tempting little hole of yours."
"We’ll only know for sure with a direct test… you need to see firsthand if the nest can hold and if my ass performs as well as it should."
"I have no doubts about that," Snow murmurs, then, with an AO rumble, jumps onto the bed with his full weight. Yup, the nest survives. So do I.
Absolutely satisfied on top of that.
About three weeks later, a few tiny drops of milk finally bead on my nipples. For me, it feels like a huge victory. And Snow… is their very first taster. The whole process of gland stimulation ends up drawing us even closer together, strengthening our Bond.
