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InuYasha › Het - Male/Female › Sesshōmaru/Kagome
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Adult +
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21
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Breast Man.
It was official, her breasts were now his best friends! He loved to lick them, suck them, nibble them, all the more now that she was lactating a sign that it was almost over, and they were in the final few weeks. His nuzzles and nips prompting her heavily pregnant body into feeding mode, some how he managed to make it sexual. He loved it.
The heady taste was enough to have him giving up his most favored drinks for life, if he could simply have this always. The 679 demon hadn’t had this particular treat in over 678 years, and by the gods he wasn’t going to give it up easily. Her breast not only were fun to play with, they give him sustenance too!
Sesshomaru would secretly watch as she got into the hot springs to bathe, her gentle motions in simple cleaning, rubbing and massaging them because they were both sore and full, causing those precious globes to leak, and if he could help it, nothing was wasted.
Even having an emotional moment, either stress or extreme happiness, which happened nearly daily at this point and she’d leak again! She’d complain, but he’d have none of it, nodding as though he were listening, when in reality he was plotting how to get those nipples once more in his mouth, under his tongue. If he had it his way she’d never stop.
Being as old as he was, he knew of ways to get them to always do that, honestly he wondered if he could talk her into it. Somewhere in his mind he told himself that this sexual awareness of her breasts and their not useful lactation, heady scent, fantastic taste was a direct result of his inner pup whining that soon they would have to share their mate. Almost as if he were a spoiled pup wanting to pull on his dam’s apron for attention, he usually ignored the reasonable voice instead often wondering if Victoria’s Secrets made peek-a-boo bra’s for nursing mothers.
Even if he was spoiled, that was fine, he always got what he wanted, and so at nights when she slept he couldn’t help himself, he’d latch on and drink his full, his mate sometimes absently caressing him in her sleep. That one was a secret, he didn’t think she’d like to know that one, either way, he’d always been a leg man before, he was slowly becoming an adamant breast man. He chuckled thinking about his next secret taste of lactic liquor.
.
.
.
Kagome was well aware of her mates nightly trysts with her breasts, honestly she could care less at the moment, when he was done they hurt less, and weren’t as sore as they had been when she attempted sleep. He was often too caught up attached to her nipples to realize at least once or more she’d woken to him suckling, his quiet whine to make her body produce more, or the slight nudging into the swell of her breast.
It was oddly satisfying, that he took so much pleasure from it, she couldn’t take them away from him just yet, their once lively sex life was at an all time low, being non-existent because she physically couldn’t any more, she was at least grateful for this point. Lactation, Dr. Sato had told her, was the last step in demonic/spiritual pregnancies, her pups would be in her arms within weeks. Which Kagome was ecstatic about, because at this point those two were a few months past due on their rent.
Kagome sighed to herself as she got ready for bed, wondering if tonight she’d have another visit from her lactic thief, only time would tell.
The heady taste was enough to have him giving up his most favored drinks for life, if he could simply have this always. The 679 demon hadn’t had this particular treat in over 678 years, and by the gods he wasn’t going to give it up easily. Her breast not only were fun to play with, they give him sustenance too!
Sesshomaru would secretly watch as she got into the hot springs to bathe, her gentle motions in simple cleaning, rubbing and massaging them because they were both sore and full, causing those precious globes to leak, and if he could help it, nothing was wasted.
Even having an emotional moment, either stress or extreme happiness, which happened nearly daily at this point and she’d leak again! She’d complain, but he’d have none of it, nodding as though he were listening, when in reality he was plotting how to get those nipples once more in his mouth, under his tongue. If he had it his way she’d never stop.
Being as old as he was, he knew of ways to get them to always do that, honestly he wondered if he could talk her into it. Somewhere in his mind he told himself that this sexual awareness of her breasts and their not useful lactation, heady scent, fantastic taste was a direct result of his inner pup whining that soon they would have to share their mate. Almost as if he were a spoiled pup wanting to pull on his dam’s apron for attention, he usually ignored the reasonable voice instead often wondering if Victoria’s Secrets made peek-a-boo bra’s for nursing mothers.
Even if he was spoiled, that was fine, he always got what he wanted, and so at nights when she slept he couldn’t help himself, he’d latch on and drink his full, his mate sometimes absently caressing him in her sleep. That one was a secret, he didn’t think she’d like to know that one, either way, he’d always been a leg man before, he was slowly becoming an adamant breast man. He chuckled thinking about his next secret taste of lactic liquor.
.
.
.
Kagome was well aware of her mates nightly trysts with her breasts, honestly she could care less at the moment, when he was done they hurt less, and weren’t as sore as they had been when she attempted sleep. He was often too caught up attached to her nipples to realize at least once or more she’d woken to him suckling, his quiet whine to make her body produce more, or the slight nudging into the swell of her breast.
It was oddly satisfying, that he took so much pleasure from it, she couldn’t take them away from him just yet, their once lively sex life was at an all time low, being non-existent because she physically couldn’t any more, she was at least grateful for this point. Lactation, Dr. Sato had told her, was the last step in demonic/spiritual pregnancies, her pups would be in her arms within weeks. Which Kagome was ecstatic about, because at this point those two were a few months past due on their rent.
Kagome sighed to herself as she got ready for bed, wondering if tonight she’d have another visit from her lactic thief, only time would tell.