Of Course!

Alice wrapped her fingers around the bottle and pulled it out with a wonderfully wet sound;her juices were dripping off the bottle as she rolled it away. After all, the bottle was useless now. What she wanted rested in the poll between her thighs, mixed with both her labor and love. Carefully, she shifted her weight and took to resting on her knees, becoming increasingly aware of the pleasure and pain in her pummeled pussy. Alice shot the Cheshire Cat a dirty look, but all he did in response was grin in his usual manner.

After a moment's rest, Alice decided she couldn't wait any longer. After all of this, she deserved her reward and nothing, most especially a little quim, was going to keep it from her. Besides, the notion of tasting feminine fluid did excite her a little; she had often entertained the taboo of intimacy with another woman, but had never acted upon it.

Placing her hands on the ground, Alice leaned over, first gazing at the white puddle, then lower her face mere centimeters away. She could smell the scent of her own sinful drippings, seasoning and mingling with the creamy milk. Cautiously, she extended her tongue and lapped the surface slowly. After a few seconds and no obvious reaction, she took a more brazen lick, which resulted in nothing as well. Finally, Alice huffed and began to lap the drink up like she hadn't had water in weeks. She drank ever drop of the milk and sat up on her knees.

Curiously, nothing happened. Perhaps there wasn't enough milk? Or maybe she had tainted it in the process of earning it. These thoughts ran through her head as a sullen expression crept up over her. She was just about to question the Cat when her body began to tremor and shake. Clutching her sides, she moaned as a strange reaction took place inside her.