NTR MILF: I Was Summoned by Thirsty MILFs to Breed Them-Chapter 31: Breaking the Innocent MILF

He released her wrists and cupped both breasts from underneath, lifting their weight, feeling how heavy they were, how they overflowed his large hands.

Lena whimpered, arching into his palms.

He squeezed gently at first, watching milk bead faster, then harder, forcing thin streams to spray in arcs that splattered his chest and her belly.

"Aaahhh... fuck, Lena... you’re milking for me like a good little wife should..."

She sobbed, nodding, tears mixing with the milk running down her skin.

He leaned down and licked one long stripe up the underside of her left breast, gathering the sweat and milk trail, tasting salt and sweet.

Then he latched onto the nipple, sucking slow and deep.

Lena cried out, hands flying to his hair, pulling him closer.

He sucked harder, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp.

Milk flooded his mouth in warm pulses.

"Aaahhh... so thick and sweet... Tomas never drank from these, did he?"

"No... never... aaahhh, my lord, it feels so good..."

He switched to the other breast, sucking greedily, hand squeezing the first so milk sprayed across his cheek and her neck.

He pulled off with a wet pop, nipple shiny and red, then blew cool air over it.

Lena shuddered, thighs clenching.

He pressed her breasts together, creating a deep valley, and rubbed his cock slow between them, head nudging her chin with every thrust.

Pre-cum mixed with milk, making everything slick and messy.

"Aaahhh... feel that? My cock between your leaking tits... imagine Tomas walking in right now..."

Lena moaned, tongue darting out to lick the head when it pushed close.

"Yes... he’d see... see his wife’s tits used like this... aaahhh, please don’t stop..."

He fucked her breasts slow and steady, squeezing them tighter around his shaft, milk squirting with every thrust.

Then he pulled back and slapped his cock against each nipple, watching them bounce and leak more.

"Aaahhh... these tits are mine now... every drop of milk belongs to me..."

He leaned down again, sucking both nipples at once, stretching them, making her scream softly.

Milk ran down his chin, down her belly, pooling between her thighs.

He kept playing, sucking, squeezing, licking every drop, until her breasts were red and swollen, nipples throbbing, milk flowing freely.

Lena was a sobbing, arching mess, hips grinding air, pussy dripping onto the sheets.

Only then did he sit back, cock shining with milk and pre-cum, throbbing hard.

"Ready for more, Lena?"

She nodded frantically, tears streaming.

"Yes... please... anything..."

He smiled slow.

"Good girl. Because we’re just getting started."

The palace bed was already ruined.

And Lena’s body was burning for everything he hadn’t given her yet.

Alex shifted lower on the bed, hands sliding from her breasts down the soft curve of her belly, thumbs tracing the faint lines where skin stretched over hidden fullness. Lena’s breath hitched as his palms spread over her hips, gripping the wide flare, lifting her slightly so her ass rested on his thighs. Her legs fell open naturally, thick and trembling, panties soaked through and clinging to swollen lips.

He didn’t rip them off. Not yet.

Instead he hooked one finger under the damp cotton at the crotch and pulled it aside, slow, exposing her to the cool air. Lena gasped, hips bucking at the sudden exposure. Her pussy was small, pink, glistening—tight like she’d warned, lips puffy and slick, clit peeking shyly from its hood.

Alex groaned low, cock twitching against her inner thigh.

"Look at this pretty little thing," he murmured, tracing one thick finger along her slit without entering, just spreading the wetness, coating himself in her. "Soaked already. Dripping for a cock it’s never had."

Lena sobbed, nodding, thighs trying to close around his hand but held open by his grip on her hips.

He circled her clit slow, feather-light, watching her body jerk with every pass. Milk still leaked from her breasts in slow drops, running down her sides to pool on the sheets.

"Tell me again," he said, voice rough. "Tell me how small you are."

"I’m... I’m so small," she whimpered, tears fresh on her cheeks. "You’ll tear me... please be gentle..."

Alex leaned down, breath hot against her pussy. "I’ll be gentle... until you beg me not to be."

He licked one long, slow stripe from entrance to clit.

Lena screamed softly, back arching off the bed, hands fisting the sheets.

He licked again, slower, deeper, tongue pressing flat and dragging up, tasting her sweetness mixed with the faint salt of tears and milk.

Then he circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, light, teasing flicks that made her hips chase his mouth.

"Ahhh... my lord... it’s too much... I’ve never..."

He sucked her clit gently into his mouth, pulsing his tongue against it.

Lena’s thighs shook harder, trying to clamp around his head, but he held them open with strong hands on the plush inner flesh.

He kept the rhythm slow, torturous—long licks, soft sucks, light circles—building her higher without letting her fall.

Milk flowed faster from her breasts now, her body responding to every touch. He reached up with one hand, squeezing a leaking nipple in time with his tongue on her clit, forcing a thin stream to arc onto her belly.

Lena sobbed his name, hips grinding desperately against his mouth.

Only when she was shaking, tears streaming, voice breaking on pleas did he pull back. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

His chin glistened with her. His cock throbbed against the bed, leaking steadily.

He rose over her, robe falling open completely, cock heavy and angry-red, veins pulsing.

Lena’s eyes locked on it, fear and hunger mixing in her tear-filled gaze.

Alex took himself in hand, rubbing the fat head slow up and down her soaked slit, coating himself in her wetness, nudging her clit with every pass.

"Feel how big I am against this little pussy," he growled. "Feel what’s going to open you up tonight."

Lena nodded frantically, hips lifting, trying to take the head inside.

He held her still, teasing, pressing just the tip against her entrance—feeling the impossible tightness, the way she fluttered around nothing.

"Not yet," he said, voice dark. "I want you begging louder first."

He rubbed the head in slow circles around her clit, then down to her entrance again, pressing just enough to stretch the outer lips but not entering.

Lena sobbed, hands reaching for him, tears flowing freely.

"Please... please... I need it inside... I’ll do anything..."

Alex leaned down, kissed her tears away, then her milk-slick lips.

"Soon, Lena," he promised against her mouth. "Soon I’ll breed you so deep you’ll feel me for days."

The palace bed creaked beneath them.

And Lena’s body burned hotter than ever, waiting for the moment he finally gave her what her innocent heart and sinful flesh both craved.