Dr. Williams [Part 5] - Breast exam

Mary's perfect breasts belonged to Jeremy, but now was my time to play with them. I picked up the stethoscope again, letting the cold metal graze one engorged nipple just to watch her shudder. "We need to get these properly examined," I murmured, nodding toward her bra straps. Jeremy's grin widened—he knew exactly what game we were playing—as Mary's fingers flew to the clasp behind her back. The bra fell away with a whisper, her tits bouncing free with an almost comical jiggle before settling into their full, heavy glory. Milky-white skin stretched taut over swollen glands, her areolas already darker and wider than yesterday, if Jeremy's possessive growl was any indication.

The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as Mary's bare breasts spilled into my waiting hands—warm, impossibly heavy, and already glistening with the first beads of colostrum at their tips. My thumbs brushed over her nipples, smearing the sticky fluid as Mary gasped, her back arching instinctively toward my touch. Jeremy's low chuckle vibrated through the room like a predator circling its prey. "Fuck, look at that," he rumbled, stepping closer until his chest pressed against Mary's bare back. "Her tits are leaking just from you touching her, Doc."

"It's because I'm just like you - an alpha." I said, Jeremy nodding along. Mary moaned softly as I squeezed her breasts, thick droplets of colostrum now rolling down my fingers. The scent of her arousal mixed with the sterile clinic air—a heady contradiction that made my cock throb against my zipper. Jeremy's hands slid around Mary's waist, fingers splaying possessively across her lower abdomen where his seed was already taking root.

The stethoscope clattered to the floor as I leaned in closer, my breath ghosting over Mary's damp nipples. "Standard procedure requires a taste test," I murmured, watching the way her chest rose and fell rapidly. "Colostrum composition can indicate—"

Mary practically threw her breasts at me before I could finish the sentence—her entire upper body surging forward with such **** that her nipples brushed my lips mid-sentence. The sudden warmth of her flesh against my mouth startled me nearly as much as the thick droplet of colostrum that smeared across my bottom lip. I could taste her before I even intended to—sweet and cloying, with an undercurrent of something primal that made my teeth ache.

The first drop exploded across my tongue like warm honey laced with lightning—thick, almost syrupy, with a metallic tang that could only come from Jeremy's potent DNA rewriting Mary's body at the cellular level. My hands automatically cupped the undersides of her breasts as my mouth closed over one stiff nipple, sucking hard enough to make Mary's knees buckle. Her cry wasn't pain—it was recognition, some deep-buried programming in her synapses firing at the sensation of being drained by an alpha. Jeremy's grip on her hips kept her upright as I switched sides, my teeth grazing her other nipple just to watch the colostrum flow faster.

"Mary," I murmured against the damp curve of her breast, my tongue swirling around her swollen nipple. "This is standard procedure—we need to simulate whether your baby will latch properly." The lie slid off my tongue effortlessly as I sucked another thick bead of colostrum into my mouth. Her hips jerked forward when I bit down—not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make her gasp and leak more. Jeremy's chuckle vibrated through her back, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her waist. "Do whatever tests you need, Doc," he growled, his erection pressing visibly against Mary's ass through his jeans.

Mary's fingers tangled in my hair as I suckled harder, her thighs quivering when I deliberately scraped my teeth along her engorged nipple. "D-Doctor," she gasped, her voice trembling like her body, "will... will my baby be this rough when he nurses?" The question hung thick in the air, her swollen breasts glistening with a mix of saliva and colostrum under the harsh clinic lights.

"All alphas suck hard," I murmured against Mary's leaking nipple, my words vibrating across her hypersensitive skin. Her breath hitched as I demonstrated—applying deliberate, pulsing pressure that made her back arch violently against Jeremy's chest. "See how your body responds?" I pulled back just enough to let her watch the thick string of colostrum stretch between my lips and her nipple before snapping it. "Your tits know what they're meant for—feeding strong babies bred by real men."

Mary's orgasm hit her like a freight train—one moment she was shuddering beneath the dual **** of my mouth on her nipple and Jeremy's fingers creeping beneath her skirt, the next her entire body locked up with a choked scream. Her back arched so violently I feared her spine might snap, her swollen breasts jutting toward the ceiling as her thighs clamped around Jeremy's wandering hand. The scent of her climax flooded the room—musky and ripe beneath the sterile clinic odors—as her nipple spasmed against my tongue, spraying colostrum in thick, erratic pulses across my chin.

Mary's body went slack against Jeremy's chest as the aftershocks of her orgasm rippled through her, her swollen breasts still heaving with each ragged breath. A thin sheen of sweat glistened across her collarbones, catching the fluorescent light as droplets of colostrum continued to pearl at her nipples. I leaned back in my chair with deliberate slowness, wiping my chin with the back of my gloved hand—the latex clinging stickily to the evidence of Mary's lactation.

"She'll need to get used to that," I remarked, snapping the glove off with a practiced flick of my wrist. The latex landed in the waste bin with a wet plop as I gestured toward Mary's still-quivering breasts. "Babies suckle harder than you'd think." Jeremy's grin was all teeth as he palmed one heavy breast possessively, his thumb smearing the leaking fluid across her darkened areola. "Good thing my kid's gonna be strong then," he rumbled, kneading the pliant flesh until Mary whimpered—half-protest, half-invitation.