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“I wonder what breastmilk tastes like.”
Upon hearing the question, Nikolai jumped, looking behind her to the table where Fyodor sat. The woman was hunched over a book, casually leaned on one hand, flipping a page with that casual indifference her face always held.
Nikolai grinned a little, humming, “Huh? What made you think of that, Dosdos?”
“This book- The man is drinking from his wife’s breasts and he claims that it’s the sweetest tasting liquid he has ever had. Surely, I had it when I was a baby, but I can’t remember the taste,” Fyodor put her fingers to her lip, gently pulling on the pale, chapped skin and tapping her teeth with an unkept, chipped nail. “I’m curious.”
“Why don’t you try your own?” The jester asked, turning to smile at the woman, “can you suck your own nipple? Maybe you can squeeze it into a glass and then try it.”
“My breasts aren’t big enough for that, and I’m not lactating, nor am I that interested to make myself pregnant and drinking it then.” Fyodor didn’t look up, not sparing Nikolai the pleasure of getting to see her face. She must have done it intentionally, maybe, but instead of being upset for not getting to view such a pretty face head-on, she was actually… pretty pleased. For she knew she made a face, a face bright red as an idea popped into her mind.
Fedya wanted to try breast milk...
“Did I tell you, Fedya, I have a trip planned to America for a little while?”
“That’s off-topic. But yes, I knew that.” Fyodor flipped another page. “How long again?”
“A year! How painful, Fedya, you should visit me.”
“I know that I won’t. I’m too busy, and I don’t like the States that much, especially not the region you are going to,” She said, stopping again and placing her finger over the middle. “Her breath halted as she watched the angry red tip of his member press between her virginity- how is she lactating when she is a virgin?”
“That is really odd,” Nikolai supplied smiling, turning back to the counter where she had been pleasantly preparing Fyodor a meal. While she wasn’t out of duties for the woman, preparing to please her plans, she was acting as a maid and a cook for her to continue to expand her knowledge and indulge in simple pleasures so that she wouldn’t get burnt out. Leaving Fedya for a year had been freaking her out, but she knew the woman was grown and would be fine.
Now, she planned she would be back earlier. Now, she knew just how fast she had to work!
The states offered her many eyes and many men, pretty, ugly, and handsome. She was pretty, she’d always been pretty, and she forced herself in bed with as many as she could. It was only a matter of time before she was grinning wickedly at a positive pregnancy test.
She walked through her pregnancy, working through the morning sickness and the pains and the ever-growing belly, and each morning, she had a routine.
Get up, wash her face, and massage her breasts. Her breasts were naturally bigger, but they grew with her pregnancy, and it was in her 6th month when the first drop of milk came from the tip of her nipple.
Pregnancy was heavy and uncomfortable, but she pushed through it as well as she could. Men would open doors for her, women would dote over her, and ask about the father, the due date, the gender. She didn’t care for those menial things, only tracked the months until her 9th, and it was a week after she was due to leave America that her water broke. Then, it was easy.
She spared herself the pain, and simply… took the child out with her ability. She cut the cord with one hand, and pulled the placenta out, then called the ambulance to tell them she had just delivered a child.
She stayed in the hospital for a week with her new baby, a boy, and she let the staff check on her vagina. They all scratched their heads at the lack of tearing, how she wasn’t dilated at all, and how it seemed, in her vagina region, as if she had never given birth at all.
After a week had passed, too impatient to stay any longer, she said goodbye to the baby boy for the last time, and left in the middle of the night, too eager to do anything properly in the paperwork or hospital anythings. She took the 20-hour flight back to St. Petersburg, and 2 hours in a taxi, and she was finally back to the doorstep of her dearest, favorite place! She hadn’t slept, she hadn’t ate, all her thoughts were consumed with this moment in time, she happily pushed open the door to Fedya’s hope and sang, boisterously, “I’m back!”
“Nikolai?”
Just where she had left her, Fyodor was in her kitchen. She had a plate of food in front of her- it was dinner time- and a book opened beside her.
“How dear it is to hear my name from your mouth! You look gorgeous as ever,” She cheered, placing down her one suitcase and bounding over to the woman, sitting across from her and smiling, “my job is done! I did everything you asked for and then some. I got you a few things from America.”
“Did you?”
“I did, Fedya! I can show you them and tell you all about my time-“
“Tomorrow, Nikolai,” Fyodor said, looking over her form gently, and softly shaking her head, “you don’t look well. Have you slept?”
“Ahhh, you know that’s unneeded for a woman such as myself,” She waved with a soft giggle, dismissing what she allowed to tell herself was concern, and grinning dumbly in the way she always hoped Fedya liked.
The Russian woman frowned.
“Speaking nonsense again. Go to bed, Nikolai. Nobody has been in my guest room since you were here,” She said, waving her hand and dropping her head again, “maybe take a shower. You can use anything in my bathroom. You look terrible.”
Such a caring angel! A goddess of a woman-
“Alright, Fedya! If you insist~!” She sang, heaving her suitcase and forcing herself up the stairs. Stairs were shaky now, most movement hurt at the moment, but she knew it would pass. The doctors insisted she should have stayed in that hospital bed longer, and while she’d acknowledge they were right, she would not listen. She hadn’t actually pushed the child through her vagina, she had only dilated a little and was back to normal down there, and so she was practically the same other than the big belly! She couldn’t wait any moment longer to go see Fyodor!
Hearing her voice was as heavenly as she remembered, and she used that heaven to aid her in her shower. Her stomach was also a horrendous sight, now she got to see it, as if a mountain got a hole in it and suddenly deflated. Her breasts were fat and inflated, nearly painfully so, at least 2 sizes bigger than where she started, if not more. When she experimentally reached up and squeezed, her nipple leaked droplet on droplet of warm milk down her hand.
Hmph.
She was quick to do her best prettying herself up for Fedya. She braided her hair in tight braids to assure pretty waves, used the nice, expensive skin care bottles she had packed away in her suitcase, and dabbed herself with lovely perfume before tucking herself into the bed, familiarizing herself again with the scent of Fyodor’s home.
When she woke, everything felt all amazing again, blinking to the pink floral pattern of the wallpaper surrounding the guest room. She could smell the scent of Fyodor’s lavender-scented dryer sheets and felt the calming chill of the neutral temperature greeting what little skin was exposed when she crawled from bed.
She quickly got dressed, finding a pretty dress left in the closet that she delusioned Fyodor must have gotten for her, let down her braids, and bounded out to fix the woman breakfast.
Her only qualm with anything came when she was pulling on her bra. Her breasts.. hurt, hurt incredibly bad, so bad she decided to forego the bra and hoped Fyodor would not mind or notice.
She stepped easily back into the routine she had abandoned the year before, making a simple breakfast and setting the table out with the couple of trinkets and the books she had bought Fyodor while in the States. A miniature Statue of Liberty, a glass cow, then as many interesting-looking American books as she could find.
She then swept the floor, did the dishes from the day before left by Fyodor, tidied the downstairs bathroom, and then she heard Fyodor’s bedroom door open, and her smile danced.
“Fedya!” She sang excitedly, bouncing to the stairs where she watched the woman step above, looking down on her boredly. “Hello! Good morning, my dear Fedya!”
“Good morning,” She greeted quietly, dragging her hand down the railing as she walked down.
Nikolai tucked her arms behind her back as she walked down, greeting her with a dazzling smile. She was barefoot, while Nikolai had on silly socks she tended to adore. With them, she had .1 bit of extra height she liked to smile at. Fyodor was shorter than her, but not by a lot. An inch, if that. The socks did make her feel like a giant in comparison to the woman.
“Did you sleep well, Fedya?” She grinned, drawing her eyes down the girl's clothes. A boring dull top and gray sweatpants- She always insisted for Fyodor to dress in pretty clothes, like nightgowns and dresses, but Fyodor insisted that wasn’t for her. It was a shame, Nikolai thought! But Fedya had pretty legs worth gazing at, so she supposed her use of pants wasn’t all in waste.
“I slept well. You cleaned up well. Your hair looks pretty,” Fyodor gave her hair one look, and moved on, heading towards the kitchen, “I need my hair cut if you don’t mind it.”
“Oh, very happily! You know I love to play with your hair. Have your breakfast and I will,” Nikolai gushed, following her into the kitchen to the premade table and the chair pulled out. Fyodor sat down, and Nikolai decided to pull her hair back to see just how long it had gotten.
Fyodor was blessed with beautiful dark hair. It grew quickly, and it always shined, even when it wasn’t washed for days. It never seemed unwashed. Fyodor had her keep it just below her shoulders, typically, but in the year, it had grown towards her shoulder blades.
“Why don’t you have breakfast, Nikolai?”
The jester looked up from where she was mentally planning how to cut her hair, to Fyodor who was calmly looking toward her.
She smiled a little gently.
“Ahh, Fedya, I’ve gained quite a bit of weight. I’m trying to lose it,” She explained, putting her hand to her stomach.
Fyodor turned to gaze at it, and her eyes narrowed. She then looked up and looked at her breasts, then her stomach again. The dress was cut just under her chest, and scrunched over the size of her belly.
Fedya said nothing though, turning back to her breakfast.
“If you insist. But have lunch and dinner with me,” She said, picking up a spoonful of the oatmeal, and putting it in her mouth.
Again, Nikolai was gushing.
“Happily, Fedya. I am blessed! Thank you.”
Fyodor had her breakfast, and while Nikolai cleaned her bowl, the woman went and turned on the little TV sitting in view of the table. She turned her chair to watch it, and Nikolai grabbed the scissors she always used for her hair before bouncing back to her.
“Do you want anything special, Fedya?”
“No. Just how it normally is, please.” Fyodor settled back, eyes on the news station that babbled on about happenings in and around St. Petersburg. She always had the TV tuned either into church or the news, and Nikolai had learned to abandon her typically other world fancies. She attended church with Fyodor, went grocery shopping for her, and went on jobs for her. For a year, she’d watched and documented an association called The Guild in quiet while she was pregnant. She couldn’t say it was what she enjoyed, but if it made her lady happy, she was happy.
She cut Fedya’s hair how she liked it, brushing it off her back and the chair, and when she was done, pulled it in front of her shoulders to show her.
“Is this alright, Fedya?”
“Yes, Nikolai, thank you,” Fyodor hummed, touching it herself. She brushed Nikolai’s hand briefly away to feel it for herself and then leaned her head backwards.
Fyodor would do that often. She’d lay her head in Nikolai’s chest while she sat, sometimes. Nikolai always had to bite her excitement, smiling as Fyodor laid in her breasts. She adored it. But this time, when her head hit, she yelped.
It shocked them both. She slapped her hand over her mouth, blushing red, and Fyodor turned with suddenly expressive eyes.
“Nikolai,” She said, furrowing her brows to look down at her chest, “what.. wrong with your breasts?”
“Ahah, Fedya, they hurt,” She whimpered, pushing her hand to the top of one. She winced, closing her eyes. “So.. solid, and so sore..!”
“Is your period soon?” Fyodor asked slowly, shifting her chair again to face Nikolai. She gently coaxed her closer, eyes stuck to her breasts.
“No- Well- I’m not sure. How long after childbirth are periods supposed to return?” She said, pursing her lips downwards.
Fyodor’s head bobbed up, and then down, and up again.
“So, I was correct… I figured you had. That’s why your dress is.. wet, there. When did you have the child?” Fyodor asked, “did it drink from you?”
“He was born.. a week and a few days ago? I used my ability to get him out. And yes, he drank from me. Greedy bastard,” She huffed, feeling over where her nipples were and.. it was wet. Was she still leaking? How embarrassing!
“Well, he is your child. Is he here?”
“I let him be adopted.”
“And so your breasts are all full. That’s why they hurt,” The woman explained, her eyes fluttering back up, “you should pump them. We can go buy pumps. There’s many good uses for breastmilk-“
“I was hoping Fedya would try some!” The confession burst out, and she felt her cheeks light a fire as her smile widened, grabbing the woman’s shoulders excitedly. “You said you were curious about breastmilk, and so I-“
“When did I say that?”
“When you were reading that erotica, two days before I left!”
“Ahh.. I remember,” Fyodor mused, a little laugh leaving her as she lifted her finger to her lips, tapping lightly, then, “you got pregnant.. just so I could test out your breast milk? What if I don’t like it?”
“Then my breasts will explode!”
“No.. I like them. We’ll pump them and use the milk for something else,” Fyodor’s hand lifted, and her heart jumped as she watched the woman’s fingers curl around the top of her dress. “I’ll try it though. Why waste it?”
She felt steamy and hot, pressing her thighs tightly together as Fyodor pulled down the top of her dress. She assisted her readily, pulling her arms from it and letting it fall and gather around her ankles, exposing her body to the woman. Fyodor’s hand danced over the gathering of stretch marks on her stomach and upwards, finally to where her face was level, and she lifted her left breast.
She hissed through her teeth, grabbing onto Fyodor’s shoulder, but she wasn’t deterred. She leaned in, and Nikolai held her breath, rubbing her thighs together as Fyodor finally closed her lips around her nipple, and gently, began to suck.
“A-Ah..!” Pleasure shot up the woman’s back, her hands jerking to grab onto the freshly cut hair of the other, stepping forward so their knees knocked together.
Fyodor’s hand circled her waist, and the other lifted to hold the breast she wasn’t sucking on. Nikolai’s knees felt weak again, but she refused to let herself succumb to the jelly-like feeling, staring with excitement and wide-eyed vigor as Fyodor slowly dragged her lips off.
“F-Fedya! How- Sweet you are!” She squealed, stepping a bit closer, “You- a-Ah!!”
She was cut off when the woman wordlessly connected to her other breast. She moaned, dropping her head, entranced by the sight of it. How Fyodor’s cheeks hollowed so lightly, feeling her gulping from her breast, the soft ministrations of her sucking, worming their way to Nikolai’s head and driving her crazy. It was pleasure she only dreamed of, closing her arms around Fyodor’s head and hugging her, toying with the hair she’d just freshly cut.
“Fedya, oh Fedya… this is making me indescribably happy! I’m pleasing your curiosity, and you’re touching me so closely, and-“
Again, her voice died to a new feeling- She felt the woman’s hands meet her where only the thinness of her panties held her. Her belly coiled with intense pleasure, and she suddenly heaved, digging her nails into the fabric of Fyodor’s shirt.
“Fedya..! How- unexpected,” She whimpered, and on her words, the woman pulled back from her tit shamelessly, and leaned back to take a look downwards. Her middle finger rubbed, testing out the length of her slit, and then she stood.
“Come- Come, let’s lay,” Fyodor said, taking Nikolai’s hand and pulling her towards the living room. The couch here was grand and comfortable, and she found her sleep here on many, many nights. Now, she didn’t think she would again.
Fyodor pushed her to her back, and climbed between her legs. She began sucking her breast again, which one, she’d lost record, unable to think much of anything as Fyodor pushed past her panties, feeling her where she was soaked. Her middle finger pressed into her clit, as her two beside that spread her labia and pressed between them, gently beginning to pulse them.
“Fedya-!”
“You said you.. used your ability to remove the baby from yourself, yes? You didn’t push him out with your vagina?” Fyodor tilted her head off her nipple, giving her a perfect sight. How her nipple dribbled milk, how it gathered on Fyodor’s chin, sliding down her breast. She could see the woman’s hand shoved down her panties too, she could see it moving and-
“Yes! I didn’t dilate or.. anything. My pussy is back to normal!” She supplied readily, feeling her knees widening again, too excited for her own good. Her pussy danced, feeling Fedya’s eyes on it, and then her fingers slid down.
“You invited men in here…” Fyodor’s voice lowered, her fingers pressing against her throbbing entrance, circling the soft heat, “how many, would you say?”
“How.. many? Now that’s hard Fedya! I’m not really-“
“How many, darling Nikolai? I would like a number,” Fyodor pressed against her, but not quite inside. It made her sob, throwing her head back as she massaged her entrance, teasing her with the soft flat of her fingertip.
“I believe- 13! B-But before, I’ve had 2 more. So-“
“15 men have been down here?” Fyodor hummed, leaning up to rest on her knees. One hand remained, touching her entrance, while the other came down and spread her labia again, a soft sound of disappointment dripping from her lips, “And you've never been married. That’s a sin, Nikolai.”
“I’m sorry, Fedya!”
“A whore of a woman. It was easy for you.. right? You’re beautiful, blessed with a body men adore- You would work well as a wife, bearing children for a loyal husband. And instead, you had a child for me, but just for… the breastmilk. To please me. Am I your god, Nikolai?” Finally, the tip of Fyodor’s finger pressed inside, drawing a sigh out of her, squirming under the other’s weight.
“F-Fedya-“
“Am I your god?”
“Yes, Fedya!” She cried, grabbing onto Fyodor’s wrist, whimpering, “Please! You’re- You’re my god, mhm..? Please, oh please, fuck me!”
The woman above her laughed. It wasn’t her usual, scheming laugh, rather than a genuine one. From the TV in the kitchen, she heard a hymn starting- it had been on the news when she left! Whatever. Her thoughts were consumed when Fyodor seemed to drop her holy rantings, and instead, pushed her finger deeper inside.
Fyodor bent back over her, starting to curl her finger slow and gently inside of her, brushing deep inside. Fyodor had always had such long fingers, more than a few times, Nikolai had drooled at the thought of them touching her. Lacing theirs together. Squeezing and holding each other and-!
“I’m going to put another one in,” Fyodor whispered, pulling out, and just as quickly, slipping inside with a second finger beside the original. Nikolai cried again, grabbing quickly for the woman’s shoulder.
“Ahh.. Fedya! Let me touch you!” She begged, turning to look at the woman’s face. Her expression was soft in that heavenly type of smile she wore when she thought, and her beautiful eyes narrowed.
“Touch me?” Fyodor purred, leaning close to her, “you are. See?” Inside, her fingers scissored, and Nikolai whined out again.
“N-No! Let me-“ She slid her hand down, running over Fyodor’s breasts and down towards her pants. But before she could get where she wanted, she was swatted away.
“No. I don’t want your hands on me like that. Not until you’ve cleansed yourself from those men,” The woman said, and jammed her fingers deeper.
She moaned, arching into Fyodor’s touch, nearly crying out when she felt her thumb press into her clit.
“But- Fedya!”
“I know,” The woman cooed, dropping her head against Nikolai’s tit again, grazing hers lips against her nipple without sucking, “I will help you cleanse yourself. I want you to cum for me… We’ll have to do this at least thirty times-“
“What!”
“And I’ll take you to the priest. You will repent… and perhaps, I’ll let you touch me.”
Nikolai cried, squeezing her eyes shut and squeezing her thighs around the woman’s body. She squeezed Fyodor’s back, and brought her nails to her mouth to bite down, whimpering in need.
“Please, Fedya-!”
Fyodor didn’t listen to her, sparing her no mercy as she began to suck her tots again. She felt a third finger slide in beside her second, her body welcoming the woman with no issue. Her pussy was making horrifically lewd and wet noises as Fyodor expertly worked her insides, her palm rolling against her clit in perfect rhythm.
It wasn't long, not long at all until warmth washed down her body, her lower belly heating as she felt herself clench down, and she began to throb hard on fingers, cumming with a loud sob and a rack of her body against Fedya’s. Her arms wrapped around her head, and her sucking didn’t let up, neither did her fingers. She fingered her through an orgasm, and a less exciting second through the aftershocks. She was breathless by the time her muscles relaxed again, releasing the woman, feeling empty when her fingers slid out.
“Oh, Kolya,” Fyodor spoke softly, sitting up from her and drawing her hand out of her panties, stretching out her wet fingers, “you’ve ruined your underwear.”
Nikolai weakly pushed herself up, looking down and feeling the dripping between her thighs, down her ass cheeks. She hadn’t..? Ugh…
“Ahh.. Fedya… I don’t believe I can do that… more today. I will ruin your couch,” She whined, pushing her hips up to look down again. A little wet spot was on the couch, darkening the nice fabric. Ahh…
“We don't have to do it more today,” Fyodor smiled, “I haven’t got time for it.”
“But- I need to cum thirty times!”
“Twenty-nine now,” She chuckled, standing up and turning towards the kitchen. She kept the woman in her sight as she fetched a kitchen towel, rubbing her fingers in it, “Today isn’t the only day. Your milk will last quite a while. You think this will be our only time?”
Nikolai stared at her. Her heart was fluttering crazy, her face felt hot, and-
“Fedya wants to touch me again!” She gasped, sitting up quickly, “So did you like my milk? How was it?”
“Very sweet, actually,” She hummed, touching her bottom lip and dragging her finger over it.
Nikolai smiled, grabbing onto her tits excitedly, swinging her legs off the side of the couch and quickly standing to keep herself from wetting the couch further.
“I’m so happy! And my breasts feel so much better!” She said, heading back over to where her dress laid. She pulled it on, leaning on the table to help her shaky legs kept her up as she did, and once it was on, she slid her panties down her legs and took the towel from Fyodor. “I’ll clean everything up for you, Fedya! And… before I do.. are you sure you don’t want me to..”
“I’m sure,” Fyodor nodded, smiling at her oddly, “look at your nails. As well as you needing to be cleansed, you would need to cut your nails lest you’re trying to disembowel me from within.”
Ohh…. Well if that’s isn’t-!
“Perhaps I’ll simply never let you touch me, with those thoughts crossing your mind,”
“A-Ahh! Fedya!”