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where it tapped against her belly.
    Her chest was on fire; her breasts felt liquid, molten, filled with an ache that wouldn't subside and a heavy heat that bordered on pain as he caught the jutting tips of her nipples, squeezing, rolling them between thumb and forefinger as he tugged them up and away from her body. Ninia cried out when he let go, feeling the ripple through her flesh as her breasts jostled and settled. They felt heavier, hot and swollen beneath his demanding hands, and she dug her fingers into the loose soil beneath her as he gathered her aching tits up once more. His hand almost engulfed one as he squeezed it, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, igniting the sharp, stinging fire that burst up through her nipple and leapt down to stir the empty, needy ache between her thighs.
    She felt it there, first, the clench and pull in her greedy sex taking on a rhythm all its own, one that rushed hot pleasure up through her belly and spine. Ninia moaned, feeling the wet rush of her own fluids soak her god's flesh, cunt grasping at nothing as the pressure of him against her hard, aching nub and the demanding grasp of his hands tipped her over into another peak of sensation. It was slower than his mouth or his rutting but no less powerful, snatching her breath away as her body caught on fire, blooming for him as he commanded.
    Sensation through her breasts made her cry out, pulsing with that strange heavy feeling in the same rhythm as her sex. It surged through her and burst, at last, from the tips of her breasts in a bright fountain of pleasure that manifested as liquid, thin and milky and warm, that sprayed upwards in tiny streams from her red, swollen nipples.
    The god bent over her, his hot mouth sealing to one breast, and Ninia screamed her pleasure to the sky as he suckled at her. That firm tongue that had wreaked such havoc between her thighs stroked a hot, wet stripe over her nipple, pressing and swirling. Lapping , Ninia thought, and oh, gods and ancestors, he was drinking from her, she could feel him suck and swallow. She could feel her breasts swelling with life, could see the streams of milk that ran down over his fingers and her skin alike as his hand continued to squeeze and milk the tit his mouth wasn't on. The feel was unlike anything she could have imagined, the hot fire of her pleasure peaking and bursting only to swell again as he licked her breast clean and gave his attention to the other. Ninia was sobbing with it, clinging to his broad shoulders, her fingers tangled in the thick vines across his scalp as her whole body convulsed in wave after wave of sensation.
    He drank from her until she thought she might go mad, squeezing and sucking until her tits hurt, an aching throb that was too much and not enough all at once. Her nipples were rock hard swollen peaks, the reddened imprint of his mouth and the marks of his teeth ringing the abused flesh that still wept thin streams of milk every time his massive hands closed around her breasts. The empty ache between her thighs made Ninia cry, writhing against him desperately in her need for more . "Please," she heard her own voice babbling, shameless, "my king, now, now , please..."
    He didn't chide her for begging that time. His mouth came free from her breast with a wet sucking sound, his lips and chin wet with her milk. He licked it away languidly and Ninia moaned, watching the god's tongue curl over his lips and remembering how it had felt licking deep between her legs. It made the emptiness inside of her clench, her whole body tightening, and more streams of milk sprung in thin fountains from her upthrust nipples to spatter in droplets over her swollen and aching breasts. Ninia keened from the feel of it, her thighs wrapping around his hips as she arched against him.
    He laughed softly, catching her wrists in his hands and pressing them down to the loose soil as he reared up over her. The press of him against her, his cock a solid burning length