Chapter 16 by Zeebop

How much milk does Lois drink?

As Much As Her Stomach Can Hold

Hot milk rushed down the reporter's gullet. Not for the first time in her life, Lois was glad she wasn't lactose intolerant. Circe cradled the nursing woman in her arms. There was something so safe and comforting about that position, even though intellectually Lois knew the whole position should be absurd: a grown woman, suckling at the breast of another woman!

Yet here she was.

Nor was Circe done with her.

"Good baby," Circe cooed. The sorceress squeezed her other tip, letting milk spray out over her fingers. "You're thirsty, aren't you? I bet it's been a long time since you sucked a titty. For me, it's been a long time since I had a beautiful young woman show me such attention..."

Wet fingers slipped between the reporter's legs, but she didn't care. Just closed her eyes and sucked away. The nipple felt huge in her mouth, and the milk rushing down her throat...it was like she couldn't get enough of it. Lois fell into an odd kind of fugue state, sucking away, not a care in the world...not even when she began to feel full, her stomach sloshing slightly as she rocked in Circe's lap.

The sorceress, meanwhile, had her wet fingers pressed against the reporter's asshole. Round and round they swirled, and Lois was absurdly glad she'd had an enema tonight before she left for the club, so that she was clean back there. The fingers were gentle, yet insistent, pressing against the little divot until Lois quivered, unable to hold her bumhole tight...and then when the reporter finally relaxed, the finger just slid in and held itself there.

Gently, ever so gently, as Lois gorged on breastmilk until her stomach felt fit to burst, Circe hummed and slid her finger back and forth in the woman's ass, getting it loose and ready...