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This story was written as Day 25 of Kinktober 2019 for ViperXV. Today's theme was Lactation, and the story contains solo sexiness involving a consenting adult herm.

Milking Every Moment

Virana moaned as she squeezed one of her nipples, and felt her cock throb as milk began to dribble over her fingers before dripping down to the floor of the shower in which she was currently standing. Her head span at how sensitive her breasts were, though she knew that her body's receptiveness had diminished greatly from how it had been some four days ago when she had first found herself afflicted by her current state. Still, just thinking about back then was enough to send a thick ribbon of pre-cum erupting from her sizeable erection, and to cause more juices to begin dripping down between her thighs from the pussy tucked away beneath her balls. The memories lingered vividly of how out of control she had been, her and Kestra both, and even now as the cocktail of chemicals that had prompted their brief descent into complete lustful madness were beginning to wear off, the milk dribbling from her breasts and the hunger with which her body responded to that single squeeze made it very clear that today was going to be spent much like the last two.

With a sigh, half frustrated and half unabashedly excited, the blue feathered gryphon gently sat down upon the shower cubicle's floor. She closed her eyes and leaned herself back against its tiled rear wall, chirping briefly at the initial cold intensity of the tile, but soon growing accustomed to it and settling back there more firmly. She spread her legs out before her in a wide arc to allow her cock and balls to rest unimpeded before her, and with a ragged whimper slipping forth from within her beak, Virana reached up with both hands to her large, still unnaturally swollen, heavy breasts and their stiff, prominent nipples, and started not just to squeeze, but to actively and purposefully milk them both.

The gryphon's toes curled, and she grunted loudly under her breath as she heard the first thundering drumming of her milk spraying the far wall of the shower, so intense was that first gush of the milk that had apparently filled its internal stores to the brim once more while she slept the prior night. She caressed her nipples again, having become rather adept at milking herself over the last couple of days first out of the shameless, uncontrollable desire to do so, and then necessity alongside that lingering, albeit now more bearable desire. She'd even gone to the extent of watching some video footage demonstrating the process on farm animals to refine her technique, and indeed as she squeezed and massaged her nipples over and over again, the heavy flow of her milk spraying out against the glass wall of the shower and its floor in front of her did remind her of the sounds from those videos, of hot, fresh milk being drained into a sturdy metal bucket.

Of course, the key difference between herself and the feral goat who had been the subject of that demonstration was clear. Not just in her being an anthro animal who wasn't meant to lactate spontaneously, certainly not to such extremes as she currently was, but also with regard to the arousal which accompanied her milking. With every touch of her nipples, her milk wasn't the only substance to be flowing across the shower floor before her twitching footpaws. Each squeeze and each rush of milk provoked an intense surge of pleasure that set her loins afire, and soaked the shower's base with both a fresh rush of juices from her pussy and another thick, abundant spray of pre-cum from her cock. So good that she knew from experience not to actually touch herself between her legs in any respect, not unless she just wanted to spend the best part of the next hour cumming near constantly before finally returning to a state even remotely close to sobriety, and having to start milking herself all over again just the same. One way or another though, Virana knew she couldn't stop. If she didn't milk herself dry now then her arousal would only get worse and worse over the coming hours as her breasts ached and began to dribble of their own accord. Thus, the least she could do was take back a little control by making the conscious, concerted effort to drain herself to the last drops, and perhaps earn herself an hour or two of rest before those urges began to overcome her once again.

"A-ah... god..."

The gryphon whimpered joyously, unable to keep from enjoying the pleasure more and more no matter how much she knew it was disrupting her day, never mind her entire week. Her eyes fluttered open, and she chirped loudly, blissfully as she purposefully gave her left nipple a slight tweak alongside its next squeeze, watching and whimpering in wonder when not just a brief, forceful spray of her milk but a more lengthy and even more abundant torrent of that creamy liquid poured forth for a good five seconds before it even remotely began to slow to a steady dribble. Almost helplessly, she raised the trembling hand responsible for provoking that stimulation to her beak, and extended her tongue to lick the milk off her fingers. It was so rich, so thick, and far sweeter than anything that the gryphon had ever poured over cereal in her lifetime. No sooner had she tasted it in fact, Virana regretted doing so. Not because she didn't enjoy the flavour, but because as soon as her brain remembered how good it tasted, she wanted more.

"Oh, n-no... don't..."

She begged herself with a weak, already rather defeated, lust-stricken gurgle as one of her hands moved over to the same side of her chest as the other, and cupped itself into a little bowl while the digits of her other hand pressed and squeezed at her nipple once again. Virana shuddered, moaned as she felt the hot milk spraying out across her palm, filling it in an instant with much more that sprayed back off her hand and dripped down over her torso, onto her throbbing, ever more copiously drooling cock. She gurgled loudly, blissfully as she lifted her shaking hand to her beak and lapped from it, tilting her head back before long, opening her beak wide and simply pouring the creamy milk into her mouth before hurriedly returning her hands to her chest for more. And more after that. Then more still, and more, and more, and...

"Oohhhhhgod... h-hahhhh... ahh, f-fuck... yesssssssss..."

It took a little work, more so than it had a few days ago now that her breasts were ever so slightly starting to reduce down from the colossal size to which they had originally been enlarged, but with one hand supporting her breast and a very gentle grip on her flesh from the edges of her beak, Virana was still able to secure a nipple and drink right from the source. As soon as she began to do that, she knew any hope of spending her day doing anything else was lost. She gulped her milk down greedily, her slightly open beak meaning that as much as she swallowed the same amount dribbled down her front, and while she drank freely and gleefully from one of her breasts, the other was left untouched, dribbling slightly of its own accord as in the throes of her excitement Virana's other hand helplessly, unstoppably fell between her legs.

Her eyes bulged, pupils dilating even as the hues of her eyes themselves glazed over with a faraway, dazed expression, and barely a second after she first gripped and squeezed at her cock in tandem with the hungry milking of her nipple, Virana was lost. Cast deep into the throes of ecstasy as she began to grunt, to gurgle around the constant flow of milk running down her throat, and to cum hard. The puddle around where she was sitting from her pussy juices began to grow substantially and rapidly until the liquids being produced by that side of her body's nether regions had covered the shower floor enough to start to flow down its drainage, while the glass on the far side of the cubicle that until now had been stained more or less exclusively by her milk alongside a few of the more liberal, brief squirts of pre-cum was suddenly painted obscenely and gloriously by hot, thick, abundant streaks of cum that just would not stop.

The more she drank of her own milk, no longer simply infused with the arousal born of its own productivity and tender nipples but with the outright ecstasy of one of Virana's potent dual orgasms, the more she came. And the more she came, the more her milk flowed not just down her throat, but soon out across her bare, quaking body and the shower floor all around her. Even when her belly was full a good ten minutes later and she let her nipple fall away from her gasping beak, leaving it free to shriek and scream much louder and without restraint, both nipples were now gushing torrents of fresh, hot milk down over her belly and trembling thighs and of course her constantly twitching, straining, urgently spurting cock.

Her day, and any plans to perform any remotely productive tasks throughout any portion of it, was gone. Surrendered to pleasure. To ecstasy. To constant, ceaseless lactation, and equally non-stop, all-consuming orgasm.

How long she would be forced to live like this, so sensitive, so receptive to the pleasures of her own body that she could not control or resist them, Virana didn't know. Another two days, another two weeks. When she was sober and fighting to restrain herself, she hoped desperately for the shorter of those possibilities, so that she could return to her duties aboard the ship, or even simply leave her cabin for long enough to go and visit her closest friends and lovers, to see how Kestra was doing in her own recovery. But... when the gryphon found herself in a state like this, she couldn't help but shamelessly, ravenously wish and pray to whatever benevolent force in the universe had allowed any living bodies to be capable of such pleasure as this to let her pleasure persist in this way for the longest possible time. Of course, even in her orgasm-stricken euphoria Virana knew that it couldn't go on to infinity. She knew that her pleasure could not persist like this without pause forever.

If it was going to go on for days and days beyond this point though, and if after that she was going to cease to be capable of such obscene feats of over-abundant ecstasy, Virana found herself determined to make the most of it, and not to let her sober, rationally minded self spoil her fun.

Thus, she kept on stroking her cumming cock, and even as her nipples poured forth their sweet liquid freely and abundantly of their own accord, she lifted her trembling hands to them once more, and began to squeeze and massage them anew. She screamed, she shrieked in absolute rapture, and pushed herself to even greater heights of bliss; determined to grant herself every last possible moment of pleasure that she could, and to milk this time for all it was worth.

By Jeeves

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