Winter had settled fully now, the air outside sharp and biting, frost tracing delicate patterns on the shutters. But inside the small house, the cold never reached us. The clay stove glowed with steady embers, casting a warm, amber haze that danced over sweat-slick skin and the heavy, glistening curves of four bodies in the final swell of pregnancy. The room smelled of woodsmoke, fresh milk, and the constant, heady musk of slick that dripped freely from swollen cunts no matter how many times we wiped it away.
We lay on the thick pile of blankets and mats, bodies pressed close for warmth that had nothing to do with the fire. Bellies were taut and round, kicking often with strong, insistent life; breasts so full they ached, leaking milk in slow, unending streams that soaked everything—skin, fabric, straw—in sweet, warm puddles.
No one hurried.
Lian shifted first, rolling toward me with a soft sigh. Her swollen belly brushed my side, a kick rippling beneath the skin as she draped one thick thigh over mine. Milk dripped steadily from her dark, stiff nipples, falling in rhythmic drops onto my chest, warm and endless. She reached between us, fingers wrapping around my cock—already thick and throbbing, pre-cum leaking in a slow, unbroken thread that smeared across her palm. She stroked once—long, deliberate—spreading the slick up the shaft until I groaned low, hips lifting into her grip.
Meilin lay on my other side, strong back arched slightly, thighs parted wide so the lamplight caught every detail: pussy lips plump and flushed deep crimson, inner folds glistening with slick that dripped steadily onto the blanket in clear strands. Milk leaked from her breasts in thin streams, tracing warm paths over the firm curve of her belly, pooling in the hollow where life moved beneath. She watched Lian's hand on me with dark, hungry eyes, one hand drifting to her own leaking nipple, pinching gently until milk arced and fell with a soft pat.
Mei and Shao completed the circle at my feet.
Mei lay on her back, long legs spread wide, elegant fingers buried deep in Shao's dripping cunt—three now, stretching plush walls with slow, deliberate thrusts that made wet, obscene sounds echo in the quiet. Shao knelt over her, strong thighs trembling as she ground down onto Mei's hand, milk dripping steadily from her breasts onto Mei's swollen belly in warm rivulets that ran down to mingle with the slick coating Mei's thighs.
Lian leaned in, lips brushing my ear. "We're so full," she whispered, voice husky and thick, breath hot against my skin. "So ready. Feel how much we need you."
She guided my cock to her entrance—slow, reverent—and sank down inch by thick inch. The heat of her was staggering: walls plush and swollen beyond anything before, 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 groan from my throat.
She began to ride me slowly—deep, rolling grinds that pressed her kicking belly warm against mine with every downward stroke. Milk leaked steadily from her breasts, dripping onto my chest in warm streams that ran down my sides. Meilin leaned in to latch onto one nipple—sucking hard, drawing milk in greedy pulls that made Lian cry out softly, cunt clamping down around my cock in fierce waves.
Mei and Shao shifted closer.
Mei crawled up to straddle my chest facing Lian, offering her dripping cunt to Lian's mouth. Lian took her eagerly—tongue plunging deep as Mei rocked forward with a shuddering gasp, milk leaking faster from her breasts onto my skin. Shao moved behind Lian, strong hands spreading her plush ass to watch my cock disappear into her dripping cunt over and over, fingers dipping to stroke Lian's swollen clit in tight, deliberate circles.
The pleasure built like winter's slow thaw—relentless, inevitable.
Lian came first—body trembling, back arching 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 moments later, hips bucking up into her as I spilled—thick, pulsing ropes of cum flooding her pregnant channel until it overflowed, creamy white leaking out around my base with every slow thrust.
They didn't stop.
Meilin took Lian's place gently—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 recovered enough to kneel beside us, fingers circling Meilin's swollen clit in tight, deliberate strokes.
One by one, they claimed me—slow, deep, reverent—bodies trembling through climax after climax, cunts milking load after load until the blankets were utterly drenched beneath us with milk, cum, and slick.
When the embers finally died to glowing coals, we lay in a sweat-and-milk-soaked tangle—four heavily pregnant bodies curled tight around me, bellies pressed warm together, breasts leaking softly onto shared skin, cocks softening slowly inside the cradle of whichever slick, fluttering cunt had taken the final release.
Hands drifted lazily: over kicking bellies that moved more strongly now, over breasts heavy and tender, over thighs trembling with aftershocks.
Outside, frost glittered under moonlight.
Inside, we burned—slow, endless, complete.
Winter could rage all it wanted.
We had everything—warmth, life, each other—wrapped in slick heat, warm milk, and the steady pulse of bodies that had learned to speak only in touch, in taste, in the slow, claiming rhythm of love made flesh
The First Snowfall
Snow fell silent and thick outside, blanketing the world in white hush, muffling every sound until the only thing left was the low crackle of the stove and the wet, rhythmic symphony of bodies inside. The cold pressed against the mud-brick walls, but within the small room the air was furnace-hot—steamy with breath, heavy with the sweet flood of milk and the sharper, intoxicating tang of four dripping cunts that never stopped aching.
We had banked the fire high tonight, its glow painting everything in shifting amber and shadow: swollen bellies stretched taut and shiny with a faint sheen of sweat, breasts so engorged they looked ready to burst, nipples dark and elongated, leaking milk in thick, steady streams that ran in rivulets down curved undersides, over kicking bellies, pooling between thighs already slick with arousal.
I lay in the center of the mat, cock rigid and aching against my stomach, flushed almost purple, veins standing out thick along the shaft, the head slick and swollen, pre-cum oozing in a constant, heavy drip that formed a small, glistening pool just above my navel.
Lian crawled over me first—slow, deliberate, her massive belly swaying low, a strong kick visibly rippling across the taut skin as she straddled my hips. Milk poured from her breasts in thick streams now, splashing warm onto my chest with every movement, running down my sides in sticky trails. She reached between her thighs, fingers parting swollen, flushed lips that were so soaked her slick coated her hand instantly, strings of it stretching and breaking as she guided my cock to her entrance.
She sank down in one long, unhurried glide.
The heat was devastating—her walls plush, swollen tight from late pregnancy, fluttering and gripping around every inch as she took me to the root. A low, guttural moan tore from her throat as her clit ground hard against my pelvis, inner muscles rippling in deliberate, milking pulses that made my balls draw up instantly.
Meilin knelt beside us, strong thighs spread wide, fingers buried deep in her own dripping cunt—three thick digits plunging slowly, stretching her visibly, slick pouring over her hand and down her wrist in glistening ropes. Milk streamed from her breasts in forceful arcs as she squeezed them, splashing across Lian's back and my chest, warm and sweet-smelling.
Mei and Shao were already tangled at my head.
Mei straddled my face facing Lian, lowering her soaked cunt onto my mouth with a shuddering sigh. The taste of her flooded me instantly—sharp, rich, thicker now with pregnancy—her swollen lips parting around my tongue as I lapped deep, drinking the flood of her slick while milk poured from her breasts onto my forehead and hair in warm, endless streams.
Shao knelt over my chest, facing Mei, grinding her dripping cunt against the ridge of my sternum in slow, deliberate circles while she and Mei kissed—deep, open-mouthed, tongues sliding wetly, milk dripping from their chins as they sucked at each other's leaking nipples.
Lian began to ride me—slow, heavy drops that made her ass slap wetly against my thighs, each impact forcing more slick and milk to splash around us. Every downward stroke ground her clit hard, her walls clenching in rhythmic waves that dragged me deeper, the obscene squelch of her cunt swallowing my cock filling the room.
Meilin couldn't wait any longer.
She moved behind Lian, strong hands spreading Lian's ass wider to watch my cock disappear into her over and over, then leaned in—tongue lapping at Lian's stretched entrance where it gripped me, tasting slick and pre-cum and milk all mixed together. Lian cried out sharply, hips stuttering, cunt clamping down so hard I saw stars.
The pleasure coiled tighter, slower, heavier than ever.
Lian came first—body locking, back arching impossibly as her cunt spasmed in fierce, rolling waves, milking me with every pulse. Thick release gushed around my cock, soaking my balls and thighs in hot floods as she ground down hard, trembling through the aftershocks.
I followed with a hoarse shout—hips bucking up into her as I spilled deep, thick ropes after rope of cum flooding her pregnant depths until it overflowed in creamy streams, leaking out around my base with every slow thrust.
They rotated without pause.
Meilin took Lian's place—strong, demanding, sinking down reverse so I watched my cum-slick cock disappear into her tight, dripping heat. Mei and Shao turned their mouths to her leaking breasts, sucking hard as milk poured freely, while Lian knelt beside us, fingers plunging into Meilin's stretched entrance alongside my cock for a few breathtaking strokes before circling her swollen clit.
One by one they claimed me—heavy, deliberate, relentless—cunts gripping and fluttering, milk streaming in endless warm floods, slick and cum mixing into a drenched, slippery mess beneath us.
When the last of us shattered—Shao grinding down hard as I flooded her one final time, thick pulses filling her until cum and slick poured out around my base—we collapsed into a sweat-and-milk-drenched heap.
Four massively pregnant bodies curled tight around me, bellies pressed warm and kicking together, breasts leaking softly onto shared skin, cocks softening slowly inside the cradle of Shao's still-spasming cunt.
Hands drifted lazily: over taut, moving bellies; over breasts so full they ached; over thighs trembling and coated in layers of milk, cum, and slick.
Outside, snow fell thicker, silent and pure.
Inside, we were anything but—raw, drenched, utterly claimed.
Winter had come.
But here, wrapped in heat and milk and the slow, endless pulse of life, we burned brighter than any fire.