The moon had waned to a thin sliver, barely enough to silver the edges of the room through the open doorway. The air was cooler tonight, carrying the faint, clean scent of irrigated earth and distant night-blooming flowers, but inside it remained thick—warm with breath, heavy with the sweet richness of milk that leaked freely now, pooling in every hollow of collarbone and belly.
We lay on the wide mat in a loose circle, bodies touching at every point: thighs draped over thighs, swollen bellies pressed warm together, breasts leaking in slow, rhythmic streams that soaked skin and straw alike. The pregnancies had advanced far enough that the kicks came often—gentle flutters at first, then stronger, insistent movements that rippled beneath taut skin like promises.
Lian noticed first.
She was curled against my side, one heavy breast resting on my chest, nipple dark and stiff, milk dripping steadily onto my skin in warm pulses that matched her heartbeat. Her hand drifted to her belly, fingers splaying wide as a kick pressed outward—a visible ripple under the lamplight.
"Feel," she whispered, voice husky, guiding my palm to the spot. The movement came again—stronger, a tiny foot or fist pushing against my hand from within. The intimacy of it sent a fresh surge of blood to my cock, already half-hard against her thigh, pre-cum leaking in a slow, steady thread that smeared warm across her skin.
Meilin lay on my other side, strong thigh hooked over mine, her own belly taut and rounded. She watched with dark, half-lidded eyes, one hand lazily tracing circles around her leaking nipple, coaxing more milk to flow. When the next kick came under my palm—Lian's child moving—she shifted closer, pressing her belly to the back of my hand so I felt them both at once: two lives stirring, responding to touch, to heat, to the slow throb of my cock trapped between slick thighs.
Mei and Shao completed the circle.
Mei lay at my feet, long body stretched out, one elegant hand resting on Shao's hip. Shao knelt between Mei's thighs, mouth working slowly—tongue lapping in long, deliberate strokes through Mei's dripping folds, drawing soft, wet sounds that filled the quiet. Milk dripped steadily from Shao's breasts onto Mei's belly, running in warm rivulets that pooled around the gentle swell where another life grew.
The tension built like the slow rise of heat before rain.
Lian moved first—always gentle, always deliberate. She rolled to straddle my hips, thighs spreading wide to accommodate her belly, slick heat brushing the length of my cock in one teasing glide. She didn't take me inside yet. Instead, she rocked slowly—coating my shaft in her wetness, clit grinding against the underside until I groaned low, hips lifting to chase more friction.
Meilin's hand joined hers.
Strong fingers wrapped around my base, squeezing gently as Lian continued to slide along my length—slow, torturous strokes that spread slick and pre-cum together until every inch of me glistened. Milk dripped from Meilin's breasts onto the place we joined, warm and sweet, running down my shaft in thin streams that made each glide slicker, hotter.
Mei's breath hitched as Shao's tongue circled her clit—slow, relentless. Mei's long legs trembled, thighs parting wider as release built, her own milk leaking faster now, dripping onto Shao's back where Shao knelt.
Lian finally rose up on her knees.
She guided me to her entrance—slow, reverent—and sank down inch by thick inch. The heat of her was overwhelming: walls plush and swollen, fluttering wildly around my length as she took me to the hilt. A low, broken moan escaped her as her clit ground hard against my pelvis, inner muscles rippling in deliberate pulses that dragged a guttural sound from my throat.
She began to ride me slowly—deep, rolling grinds that pressed her belly warm against mine with every downward stroke. Each movement made the kicks inside her more pronounced—tiny flutters that seemed to answer the rhythm of my cock buried deep.
Meilin leaned in, mouth latching onto one of Lian's leaking nipples—sucking hard, drawing milk in greedy pulls that made Lian cry out softly, cunt clamping down around me in fierce waves. Milk overflowed Meilin's mouth, dripping down her chin to mingle with the slick where we joined.
Mei came first—back arching off the mat, long legs trembling as Shao's tongue plunged deep, release soaking Shao's face in hot pulses. Shao followed moments later, grinding her dripping cunt against Mei's thigh as aftershocks rippled through her.
They shifted without hurry.
Meilin took Lian's place carefully—strong thighs flexing as she sank down reverse, ass spreading wide so I had a perfect view of my cock disappearing into her dripping cunt. Mei and Shao turned their mouths to her leaking breasts, sucking hard as milk flowed freely, while Lian knelt beside us, fingers circling Meilin's swollen clit in tight, deliberate strokes.
One by one, they rode me—slow, deep, reverent—bodies trembling through climax after climax, cunts milking load after load until the mat was drenched beneath us with milk, cum, and slick.
When the last of us shattered—Meilin grinding down hard as I spilled deep inside her, thick ropes flooding her fluttering channel—we collapsed into a sweat-and-milk-soaked tangle.
Four pregnant bodies curled around me, bellies pressed warm together, breasts leaking softly onto shared skin, cocks softening slowly inside the cradle of whichever slick, fluttering cunt had claimed the final release.
Hands drifted lazily over kicking bellies, over leaking nipples, over thighs trembling with aftershocks.
Outside, the crops grew strong under steady water.
Inside, new life moved within them—responding to touch, to pleasure, to the slow, endless rhythm of bodies that had learned to speak without words.
We had earned every kick.
Every drop.
Every slow, claiming thrust.
And in the quiet aftermath, with the lamp long guttered out and moonlight silvering our joined forms, we finally slept—whole, sated, and undeniably bound
The Weight of Waiting
The days had grown shorter, the air sharper with the promise of winter, but inside the small house the heat never truly faded. It lingered in the press of bodies, in the constant drip of milk from four sets of heavy, aching breasts, in the slick that never quite dried between swollen thighs no matter how many times we washed in the cold trench water.
Tonight the lamp was turned low, its flame a small, steady pulse that painted golden light across glistening skin and the taut curves of advanced pregnancy. We lay on the piled mats in a loose, breathing heap—bellies rounded and firm, kicking often now with insistent life, breasts so full they leaked even without touch, milk pooling in every dip and hollow, soaking the straw beneath us in sweet, warm puddles.
I woke to the feel of hands already on me.
Mei's long fingers traced the line of my cock first—slow, reverent, wrapping around the base where it lay thick and heavy against my thigh, already throbbing, pre-cum pearling at the flushed head in a slow, steady drip. She stroked once—languid, deliberate—spreading the slick up the shaft until I groaned low, hips shifting restlessly.
Shao knelt between my thighs, strong hands spreading them wider. Her mouth descended without hurry—warm, wet suction closing over the head, tongue swirling in slow circles that tasted salt and need. Milk dripped steadily from her breasts onto my balls, warm rivulets running down to coat the sensitive skin as she took me deeper, throat working around my length with practiced, patient pulls.
Lian lay curled against my side, swollen belly pressed warm to my ribs, one leaking nipple brushing my chest with every breath. She watched through half-lidded eyes, thighs parted just enough that I could smell her arousal—sharp, sweet, overwhelming—mingling with the richer scent of her milk. Her hand drifted to her own breast, squeezing gently until a thin stream arced onto my skin, warm and endless.
Meilin completed the circle.
She straddled my chest facing Shao, strong thighs framing my view as she lowered herself carefully. Her cunt was drenched—lips swollen and flushed deep pink, inner petals glistening with slick that dripped steadily onto my sternum. She didn't take my mouth yet. Instead, she rocked slowly—coating my skin in her wetness, clit grinding against my chest in deliberate circles that made her breath hitch, milk leaking faster from her breasts in rhythmic pulses.
The tension coiled tighter with every heartbeat.
Shao pulled off my cock with a wet pop, lips swollen and shining, and looked up at Meilin. Without a word, she shifted—strong hands guiding Meilin forward until Meilin's dripping cunt hovered inches from my mouth. The scent of her hit me fully—musky, fertile, intoxicating. I lifted my head and licked her in one long, hungry stripe—from entrance to clit—gathering her slick on my tongue as she shuddered above me, thighs trembling.
Mei took Shao's place between my legs.
She straddled my hips reverse—long, elegant back arching beautifully as she reached between her thighs to guide my cock to her entrance. She sank down slowly—inch by thick inch—walls fluttering wildly around my length, still slightly swollen from constant use, gripping me like heated silk. A low, broken moan escaped her as her ass settled against my pelvis, clit grinding hard against my balls.
She began to move—slow, deep bounces that made her ass ripple with every impact, wet slaps growing louder as her arousal and my pre-cum mixed and dripped down my shaft. Milk leaked steadily from her breasts, dripping onto my thighs in warm streams.
Shao and Lian knelt on either side.
Shao leaned in to latch onto one of Mei's leaking nipples—sucking hard, drawing milk in greedy pulls that made Mei cry out softly, cunt clamping down around my cock in fierce waves. Lian took the other breast, tongue swirling as milk flooded her mouth, her free hand slipping between Mei's thighs to circle her swollen clit in tight, frantic strokes.
Meilin rode my tongue with increasing urgency—strong thighs clamping around my head as I plunged deep, lapping at her slick, circling her clit until she shattered above me. Her release flooded my mouth—sharp, sweet nectar that I swallowed greedily as her walls spasmed against my tongue, milk arcing from her breasts in thin streams that rained down onto my face and chest.
Mei came seconds later—back bowing, long legs trembling as her cunt spasmed in long, rolling waves, milking me relentlessly. Hot release soaked us both, dripping down my balls in thick pulses as she ground down hard, taking me deeper.
I followed with a guttural groan—hips bucking up into her as I spilled deep, thick ropes of cum flooding her fluttering channel until it overflowed, creamy white leaking out around my base with every slow thrust.
They didn't stop.
Shao took Mei's place—strong and demanding, sinking down facing me so I could watch her face as she took me balls-deep, walls gripping tight and hot. Lian and Mei turned their mouths to her leaking breasts, sucking hard as milk flowed freely, while Meilin recovered enough to kneel beside us, fingers teasing Shao's clit in tight circles.
One by one, they claimed me—slow, deep, relentless—bodies trembling through climax after climax, cunts milking load after load until the mat was utterly drenched beneath us with milk, cum, and slick.
Lian was last.
We rolled her gently onto her side, careful of her belly. I slid into her from behind—slow, languid thrusts that let me savor every flutter of her plush walls, every ripple of pleasure. The others curled around us: Mei kissing her deeply, Shao's fingers teasing her clit, Meilin's mouth on her leaking breast, sucking hard as milk spilled over her lips.
Lian came with my name on her lips—legs trembling, cunt drawing me deeper as I emptied into her one final time, hot pulses filling her until we both shook.
Afterward, we lay in a sweat-and-milk-drenched tangle—four pregnant bodies curled tight around me, bellies pressed warm together, breasts leaking softly onto shared skin, cocks softening slowly inside the cradle of Lian's still-fluttering cunt.
Hands drifted lazily: over kicking bellies that moved more strongly now, over breasts heavy and tender, over thighs trembling with aftershocks.
Outside, winter whispered at the door.
Inside, we burned—slow, endless, complete.
No threat could touch this.
No cold could reach us.
We had everything we needed—wrapped in slick heat, warm milk, and the steady pulse of new life growing stronger with every shared breath, every slow, claiming thrust.