I shudder with pure delight as Alexander sucks harder on the flesh at the side of my throat.
I silently beg for another morsel until a rush of his essence fills my mouth, and I can't breathe, struggling to swallow it all.
A different kind of wetness gathers in my pussy.Panic sets in.I tighten my womb, desperately trying to close my legs, terrified that if I exhale again, a stream of liquid will gush out of me—all while trying not to choke on Tristian's essence.
Panic makes me writhe in Alexander's arms, but I can't move, not with his arm around my waist and Tristian's cock in my mouth keeping me pinned in place.
I cry out.I'm going to wet myself.I'm going to choke.But the incoherent sounds falling uselessly from my lips, filled with pre-cum and Tristian's cock, are immediately silenced when Marquis brings the head of his cock to my pussy.
He parts my folds with the broadness of his head and settles at the entrance of my center, making me feel as if I've been speared.
My body goes into overdrive.The foreignness of his length, the stretching burn, despite him being nestled just at my entrance, has me trying to push him away, gasping as I swallow the steady flow of Tristian's pre-cum.
"It is all right, sweet one.I only want to help you," Marquis says as Tristian lowers his hand from my jaw and wraps it around my throat, adding to my panic.Then he slowly releases his hold, and I gulp down air along with the ambrosia he left in my mouth.
I realize Marquis's cock is serving as a plug to keep my deluge at bay.I no longer have that overwhelming need to wet myself.Marquis has prevented the dire humiliation I would feel if I did.
Alexander takes my breasts in his massive hands, massaging and squeezing until my swollen, achy nipples harden even more.Dear god.Why do they feel as if they're on fire?
Tristian continues to feed me his pre-cum; his stream is copious now, filling me quicker than I can draw a breath.He growls when he feels my throat move as I swallow almost frantically.
Something starts to leak from my breasts.Oh god, what is happening to me?Tristian allows me a moment to lower my head.Alexander squeezes my breasts, and I see...
My breath hitches.My thoughts scatter, and my pulse thuds so hard against my flesh it's going to break through.
This is not supposed to be happening.I'm not supposed to leak milk from my breasts.I'm not pregnant.
Am I broken?I make a concerted effort to cover my breasts, now red-hot with embarrassment at their witnessing this.
"I'm sorry," I say, frantic.Am I having an allergic reaction to them?
"It is all right, sweet one," Alexander says."We need your milk to grow our tusks.The more of Tristian's ichor you take, the stronger our tusks will be."
"What?"I say weakly, but that's all I'm allowed before Tristian takes me in hand again.My panic at being unable to swallow fast enough is nothing compared to this.
This time, I'm gasping, fighting for my life, while my body succumbs to a suffocating need to come, to fuck, even though I've never done it before.
