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Drake came home from work and saw Eno lying on his back on the sofa taking a nap as soon as he entered the house.
They had moved into their new home, a small, detached two-storey building in the military compound, not dissimilar to the one they had lived in back on York. During the renovation, Drake had made a special effort to enlarge and print out the picture Logan had sent him earlier, framed it and hung it on the wall next to the dining room table, fearing that Eno would be able to take it down himself, he was very bad and tiptoed to hang it up himself.
For a long time, Drake thought it was a shame that Logan, a photographic wizard, had followed him into the army. The photo captures the moment when Eno turned around, a bright and flamboyant smile on the Omega’s beautiful face with a bright, and a coquettish big red flower stuck behind his buttocks. Every time Drake saw this photo, he would laugh for a long time, much to Eno’s annoyance.
Then Eno enlarged the picture of Drake in his wheelchair, holding an extremely milk-bottle-like cup of soup, and hung it on the wall near the TV cabinet, in contrast to his own picture, which made Drake’s face darken.
Eno grumbled, thinking, ‘then let’s hurt each other, see who can’t hold back first.’
They battled silently and no one had surrendered until Drake entered the house.
Eno was still wearing his favourite pink robe, his freshly washed and blow-dried pale blonde hair tossed over the arm of the sofa, and a small black velvet cushion at the back of his neck, looking very comfortable. Drake crept over to him and tried to steal a kiss, but Eno woke up at the smell of his pheromones and dazedly opened his arms towards him for a hug.
Drake leaned down to hug him and wrapped his arms around the rich scent of roses that filled his nose. He had just returned from a week’s business trip and was acutely aware of a strange fishy sweetness laced with the rose smell of Eno, which he couldn’t exactly describe.
He was about to ask when Eno pressed himself up against his lap and pouted: “I’m so uncomfortable.”
His pale face was covered in a light flush, and he was soft and charming when he pouted, looking completely seductive. Drake softened his tone and asked softly: “Where is it uncomfortable?”
Eno’s face flushed furiously. He unbuckled the waistband of his robe and took one of Martin’s hands and placed it on his left breast, allowing him to feel the small mass of soft flesh that bulged there.
Although Eno unloaded the cargo ahead of time, he could escape the production, but he couldn’t escape the physiological response that Omegas should have. His breasts are swollen with milk this week, and he couldn’t get it out himself, so uncomfortable that he couldn’t sleep well every day, and finally when Drake came home, he could ask him for a little comfort.
Drake’s mind went blank and he unconsciously squeezed the white creamy flesh in his hand, eliciting a soft cry of pain and pleasure from Eno. Eno clung to the Alpha’s neck and complained to him with red eyes: “It can’t come out, I’m so uncomfortable.”
Drake looked distressed and gave him a kiss on the lips, coaxing gently: “Bear with it, I’ll go call the doctor.”
He looked up into Eno’s red, pouting eyes: “I asked the doctor, he said to just squeeze it out.”
Eno pursed his lips and didn’t say the words that followed. But Drake had understood, he was holding back, waiting for himself to help him, a cute little thought.
Drake leaned over and kissed him, taking hold of Eno’s left breast and rubbing it slowly. He hadn’t been taught how to promote lactation either, and didn’t have any tricks at all, just vigorously rubbing, and Eno was already flushed with pain and pleasure.
Eno shifted upwards and rested in the crook of Drake’s arm. This position allowed him to see Drake’s long, strong hands on his snow-white breast whenever he opened his eyes, squeezing them into strange shapes before releasing them, and the delicate soft flesh was tinged a lovely pink, imprinted with fingerprints, like a ripe, sweet peach, trembling slightly in the air.
The psychological pleasure outweighed the physical pain, and a tingling itch flooded the area touched by Drake. In fact, calling the lactationist to his door could have been a lot less painful for Eno, but he has some thoughts that are a little embarrassing to say, that wants to play with Drake himself.
Eno tilted his head slightly, exposing his swan-like neck, the unobtrusive knot in his throat rolling slowly over it, leaking out a few moans tainted with lust.
Eno is a model Omega, a delicate rose in a greenhouse that needs the Alpha’s constant attention, and the more love he gets, the more colourful he blooms. Just like this landscape on his chest, it had bloomed in glorious colours after just after being lovingly played with.
He let out a soft, seductive, kitten-like whimper at Drake’s touch, his clear eyes hazed with a misty mist, and the pink nubs stood trembling, hardened by two pinches of Drake’s hand like tiny sweet red berries, exuding a deadly allure.
Drake’s eyes were deep, his dark pupils shining with intense lust. His hand grew stronger, kneading the soft white flesh in his hand, leaving burgundy marks on it. Eno, too, behaved like a cat, curling up slightly in Drake’s arms, welcoming the pain and pleasure he brought to him.
Drake couldn’t stand it any longer, so he laid Eno on the sofa and straddled him, leaning down to lick the hard, stiff nubs, the sharp, painful sensation of the friction between his teeth making Eno grunt and push his breasts into his mouth, as if he could make him pamper himself more if he tried his best to please him.
He saw Drake’s dark, thick hair buried in his chest, sucking on his nipple like a newborn toddler, and biting his areola in resignation to vent his anger at not being able to suck the milk. The poor red nub was already so wet from licking, swollen to the point where it hurt and itches with a little strange numbness.
The chest was really aching, and the milk was pooling in the flesh of the breast, screaming for an outlet. Eno finally let out a muffled cry at the stimulation and a few drops of milk broke through the blockage and dribbled out of the nipple hole, being taken into Drake’s mouth with a swirl of his deft tongue, holding Eno to share the sweet and delicious first milk with him.
Eno was forced to taste his own milk, which was not really very tasty, but because Drake had sucked it out, it tasted extra lascivious, and even his sense of taste was paralysed, and he could only recognise the scent of the Alpha.
It was a taste that was uniquely Drake’s. It was fused with his own Omega pheromone, and it could easily draw out the flood of emotions in his body. Even his back hole was empty, and he desperately needed something to fill it up.
Eno only kissed him for a moment before he stopped, his left breast still gurgling with milk, the milky liquid staining his pyjamas and leaving blush-inducing evidence. He was uncomfortable as hell and just wanted Alpha to suck a little more to make him feel better.
Eno whimpered and pushed Drake down, pressing his breasts against his lips, begging him to take more. Drake’s eyes reddened a little as he tugged at Eno’s still milking nubs with his teeth, content to hear Eno’s long cries of pain and pleasure.
He vaguely understood why Eno was bullied, he looked so good and so cute in this way that one just couldn’t help but want to bully him, to make him cry for mercy underneath him while his body pestered him to fuck him more. But Drake was only willing to bully him for a little while, because he thought Eno still looked better when he smiled, like he was surrounded by all the warmth in the world and was the prettiest rose.
Under Drake’s tireless sucking, all the nipple holes finally opened up. Eno’s plump, white, round breasts swelled so much that a squeeze sent a jet of milk out, accompanied by a low, raspy grunt of satisfaction. Drake kissed him and resumed burying his head in his chest, swallowing all the overflowing milk and waiting until there was literally nothing left to suck out before letting him go and kissing him in a milky kiss.
Eno’s cheeks flushed and he looked at him a little shyly, reaching out to him affectionately for a hug. His left breast had finally dried out a little while his right was still bulging and desperate to repeat the same treatment.
“I’ve taught you.” Drake pretended not to see his wet, pitiful eyes and teased him badly by taking him in his arms, “Can you do it yourself?”
Eno’s expression went blank for a few seconds. His eyes snapped open to look at Drake, only to meet a pair of eyes full of laughter. After a brief standoff, Eno pursed his lips, gently closed his eyes and touched his right breast.
A small moan escaped Eno’s throat as he rubbed his white fingers over the delicate flesh of his white snowy breast, and with a fierce grip he pulled the lonely nub a little away from it. After he had played with it a few times like this the nipple soon became as red and lovely as the left, reminding Drake of the jelly beans he had eaten as a young child and in turn recalling the sweet taste.
He couldn’t help but lean back down and lick the poor red nub as Eno’s hand retreated a little and then rubbed his own breast again, rather like he was cupping it and bringing it to Drake’s mouth. The sensation of his milk filling and swelling overtook his senses once more, and Eno rubbed his right breast with emotion, oblivious to the fact that a finger had crept into his rear hole, probing the moist, tight inner walls for a moment before pressing straight up against his flowering heart.
Eno went limp, a sweet moan spilling from his throat, hot wet lust gushing out of his rear hole and showering Drake with it. Drake lifted his head from his chest and looked down at Eno, the Omega’s unadulterated pure lust visible to him. He had been so sore, but still willing to be honest with him, willing to offer himself knowing he would be bullied.
Because he loves him, Eno loves him, and believes that he1Drake loves him2Eno, so he is willing to give his all.
Drake’s expression softened as he took Eno’s hand and unbuckled his own belt, revealing the huge thing that had awakened inside. He thrust in after a few casual expansions, pumping twice under the passionate attraction of his rear hole, then bent his head to take Eno’s right breast, stopping his torture and sucking it straight up.
He sucked with a slurping sound that landed in Eno’s eardrums with shame. There was a painful and tingling sensation in his right breast, not only the milk but it seemed to suck in his soul as well. As the milk began to spill out, the blade of flesh in his rear pussy began to throb, hitting his most sensitive core again and again, forcing the Omega to moan wildly.
Eno had one leg raised up on the couch, helpless to withstand Drake’s double invasion. Soon his right breast had been sucked out, and his left breast was filled with milk again, and every time Drake pinched and bumped it, it would slowly flow out along Eno’s thin waistline. Eno hadn’t expected to lactate so much and his eyes turned red with shame as Drake chuckled softly and licked the tears from the corners of her eyes: “Does that feel good?”
“En…” Eno said smoothly, wrapping his arms around his neck and rubbing his cheek affectionately. Then he suddenly remembered something and his rear hole snapped shut, nearly pinning Drake into surrendering on the spot, “The doctor told me to milk it out and put it in the fridge to chill……”
A wave of impotent jealousy welled up inside Drake and he bit Eno’s lip hatefully, his lust-filled voice low and seductive, “It’s the same for him to drink milk powder, you are mine.”
Eno’s face flushed and reddened, unable to tell if he was ashamed of being fucked. He returned a soft yes, reached up and dabbed a finger full of creamy white milk on his left breast and brought it to Drake’s mouth, looking at him expectantly with watery amber eyes.
Shy and enthusiastic at the same time, he was as good as some kind of pet he kept, bent on pleasing him and earning himself some more satisfaction. Drake smiled at him and opened his mouth to suck on his finger, fucking his bottom and making his rear hole froth with a delicate froth. Eno’s breasts ran with him as he fucked him, and his two little bunnies trembled with lingering waves of milk. Drake grasped the nipples with a fierce grind, bringing out cries of pain and pleasure from Eno, his delicate waist twisting unconsciously as the Alpha grabbed and fucked him deeper and harder.
They did it for who knows how long, not taking a break until Eno’s milk had completely stained the expensive fabric sofa beneath them. Drake picked up Eno, who was covered in pink, keeping their lower bodies connected, and carried him all the way to the bed.
In the stairwell, Eno was dizzy from being fucked by his intermittent bumps. He lay on the bed and wanted to be lazy for a while, but was coaxed by Drake again to get up again and spread his two upturned pink butt cheeks to reveal the red, wet, glistening mouth of his fucked hole.
Drake reentered, pinching Eno’s slender waist and pounding fast and hard, not stopping even when the Omega let out an unbearable sob. The two butterfly bones of Eno’s shoulder blades were exposed as he sprawled on the bed, his waist bent in a beautiful arc as he couldn’t bear it, and the butterfly bones on his shoulders looked like a butterfly fluttering it’s wings, making Drake’s eyes flush and his penis grow bigger and harder as he slammed into Eno’s body, leaving two deep red fingerprints on his slender waist.
This debauchery did not come to an end until Eno was almost unconscious. Eno cried out and ejaculated a thin stream of semen as Drake kissed him fiercely, his huge stalk finally pulsing and ejaculating under the sharp contractions of his rear hole.
After the long lasting ejaculation process, Eno collapsed straight onto the bed and Drake went downstairs and fetched the milk extractor Eno had left on the dining room table, grunting with displeasure as he clumsily followed the instructions. Eno smiled weakly and wrapped his arms around his neck to join him in a lingering kiss.
Eno’s satisfied voice was sticky and soft, clouding Drake’s heart like candy floss: “The cultivation centre says that the baby’s due date is in two days.”
“En.”
“Shall we go deliver milk together then?”
“Okay.”
“Love you.”
“Not enough.” Drake pinched his nose and laughed, “Say you love me the most.”
Eno’s eyes shone brightly, a seductive red tickling the end of them: “Love you the most.”
“Love me the most even after we bring the baby home?”
“En en, love you the most.”
Satisfied, Drake dropped a soft kiss on his thin, watery lips.
“Good boy.”
melon: That’s it guys! I’m a bit sad we don’t get to see the cub but ok, I still like the story overall 😆
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