Drinks Deeply

James's mouth closed around Richie's nipple with a desperate, hungry moan as the sweet milk flooded his senses, his hips involuntarily bucking against Danni's latex-clad thigh as his cock swelled and stiffened in Richie's grip, a fresh bead of precum oozing from his tip to mingle with the slick gloss coating her fingers. "Good slut," Danni mewled against his ear, her voice a honeyed purr as she ground her own needy length harder against his lower back, her cherry-glossed lips trailing wet kisses along his jaw while James suckled greedily, each pull drawing more of the transformative nectar down his throat.

His old self was nothing but a whisper now, drowned in the heat of Richie's breast against his face, the possessive squeeze of her hand around his shaft, and Danni's soft, approving murmurs as she guided him deeper into surrender.

And as he drank, James felt the last vestiges of his masculine identity dissolve like morning mist, each pull of Richie's sweet milk washing away hesitation and doubt, leaving in their wake a rising tide of primal feminine power that made his, no, her, hips roll instinctively against Danni's thigh.

The name surfaced unbidden, a whisper of silk and command...