The half-day rest had left us softer, slower, the edges of fatigue smoothed just enough to make room for something deeper. The lamp was trimmed to its lowest flame, a faint golden glow that barely reached the corners of the room, leaving shadows to caress the heavy curves of four bodies on the brink of birth. The air was thick—warm with the low crackle of the stove, sweet with the endless flood of milk, and sharp with the constant, heady musk of slick that poured from swollen cunts in slow, unbroken streams.
No one moved quickly.
Lian lay on her side facing me, swollen belly pressed warm against my hip, one thick thigh draped over mine. Milk leaked steadily from her breasts in thick rivulets, running down the slope of her side to pool warm against my skin. Her hand drifted lazily between us, fingers tracing the rigid length of my cock—already flushed dark and throbbing, veins standing out thick along the shaft, the head slick and swollen, pre-cum oozing in a heavy, unbroken thread that smeared across her palm and dripped onto the mat.
She stroked once—slow, reverent—spreading the slick up the shaft until my hips lifted into her grip with a low, ragged groan.
Meilin lay behind me, strong body curled against my back, her massive belly nestled against my spine, a strong kick rippling through both of us as her leaking breasts pressed warm and wet to my shoulder blades. Milk poured from her nipples in forceful streams, running down my back in sticky trails that cooled slowly against my skin. One strong hand slid around my waist, joining Lian's on my cock—fingers interlacing, squeezing gently in alternating rhythm that made pre-cum spurt in thick beads.
Mei and Shao completed the circle on Lian's other side.
Mei lay on her back, long legs spread wide, elegant fingers buried deep in Shao's dripping cunt—four now, stretching plush walls visibly with slow, deliberate thrusts that made wet, obscene squelching sounds echo in the hush. Shao knelt over her, strong thighs trembling as she ground down onto Mei's hand, milk pouring from her breasts onto Mei's swollen belly in warm, endless floods that ran down to mingle with the slick coating Mei's thighs and wrist in glistening ropes.
Lian leaned in, lips brushing my ear. "We're so heavy now," she whispered, voice thick and husky, breath hot against my skin. "So full. Let us empty into you tonight."
She rolled me gently onto my back, thighs spreading wide to straddle my hips. She didn't take me inside yet. Instead, she rocked forward—slow, teasing glides that coated the length of my cock in her slick, swollen clit dragging along the underside with deliberate pressure until my balls drew tight and pre-cum spurted in thick ropes across my stomach.
Meilin shifted behind her, strong hands cupping Lian's leaking breasts from behind, squeezing gently until thick streams of milk arced forward—splashing warm across my cock and Lian's slick-coated folds, running down in sweet, sticky rivulets that made every glide hotter, slicker.
Mei and Shao crawled closer.
Mei straddled my chest facing Lian, lowering her soaked cunt onto my mouth with a shuddering sigh. The taste of her flooded me instantly—richer, thicker than ever, swollen lips parting wide around my tongue as I lapped deep, drinking the flood while milk poured from her breasts onto my face and neck in warm, endless streams.
Shao moved to kneel beside Lian, strong hand wrapping around my cock beneath Lian's grinding heat—stroking slowly, spreading milk and slick together until every inch glistened. She leaned in to latch onto one of Lian's nipples—sucking hard, drawing milk in deep, greedy pulls that made Lian moan low, cunt clenching visibly as fresh slick dripped in heavy strands onto my waiting cock.
Lian finally rose up on trembling knees.
She guided me to her entrance—slow, reverent—and sank down inch by thick, agonizing inch. The heat was devastating: walls plush and impossibly 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, milking pulses that dragged a guttural groan from my throat.
She began to ride me slowly—deep, heavy drops that made her ass slap wetly against my thighs, each impact forcing more slick and milk to splash around us. Milk poured from her breasts in thick streams now, splashing warm across my chest and Meilin's hands as Meilin continued to milk her from behind.
The pleasure built like the slow weight of growth finally acknowledged—relentless, patient, exquisite.
Lian came first—body trembling, back arching impossibly as her cunt spasmed in long, rolling waves, milking me relentlessly. 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 moments later, hips bucking up into her as I spilled—thick, pulsing ropes 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 gently—strong thighs flexing as she sank down reverse, ass spreading wide so I watched my cum-slick cock disappear into her dripping heat. Mei and Shao turned their mouths to her leaking breasts, sucking hard as milk poured 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—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 embers finally died to glowing coals, we lay in a sweat-and-milk-drenched tangle—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 whichever slick, fluttering cunt had taken the final release.
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, the land grew heavier with promise.
Inside, we carried each other—slow, endless, complete.
Growth was heavy.
But shared this way—breath by breath, release by slow release, body by aching body—it was the only weight we ever wanted to bear
The Deepening Storm
Winter deepened, the snow piling silent and thick against the door, sealing us in a world of our own making. The stove roared low and constant, its heat turning the small room into a steamy haven where cold could not reach. The air hung heavy—saturated with the sweet, overwhelming flood of milk that poured endlessly from four sets of massively engorged breasts, mingling with the sharper, intoxicating musk of slick that dripped in unbroken streams from swollen, aching cunts.
We had stripped away the last pretense of clothes hours ago. Blankets and mats were pushed aside, leaving only bare skin on bare skin, glistening with layers of milk, sweat, and cum that cooled slowly in sticky trails only to be warmed again by pressing bodies.
I lay on my back in the center, cock rigid and aching upward—flushed almost black with need, veins bulging thick along the shaft, the head swollen and slick, pre-cum spurting in heavy, rhythmic pulses that ran down the length and pooled warm at the base.
Lian straddled my hips first—slow, deliberate—her massively pregnant belly swaying low, kicking hard enough to ripple visibly as she positioned herself. Milk poured from her breasts in thick, forceful streams now, splashing warm across my chest and cock with every breath, running down my shaft in sweet, sticky rivulets that made it gleam. She reached between her thighs, fingers parting swollen, flushed lips that were so soaked her slick coated her hand instantly, strings 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, impossibly tight and swollen 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 and pre-cum spurt deep inside her.
Meilin knelt beside us, strong thighs spread wide, fingers buried to the knuckles in her own dripping cunt—four thick digits plunging slowly, stretching her visibly, slick pouring over her hand and down her wrist in glistening ropes that dripped onto the mat. Milk streamed from her breasts in forceful arcs as she squeezed them hard, splashing across Lian's back and my chest, warm and sweet-smelling, running down to coat where Lian and I joined.
Mei and Shao were already lost in each other at my head.
Mei lay on her back, long legs hooked over Shao's shoulders as Shao's tongue plunged deep into her soaked cunt—lapping slow and thorough, drinking the flood of slick while milk poured from Mei's breasts in thick streams onto her own face and Shao's hair. Shao's strong ass was raised high, her own dripping cunt exposed and clenching on nothing, slick running in heavy strands down her thighs as she moaned into Mei's folds.
Lian began to ride me—heavy, deliberate drops that made her ass slap wetly against my thighs, each impact forcing thick gushes of 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 like a heartbeat.
Meilin couldn't hold back.
She moved behind Lian, strong hands spreading Lian's plush ass wider to watch my cock disappear into her over and over, then leaned in—tongue lapping greedily at Lian's stretched entrance where it gripped me tight, tasting slick, pre-cum, and milk all mixed together. Lian cried out sharply, hips stuttering, cunt clamping down so hard I saw stars as fresh slick gushed around my shaft.
The pleasure coiled heavier, slower, more intense 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 in hot floods, soaking my balls and thighs as she ground down hard, trembling through the aftershocks, milk arcing from her breasts in forceful streams that rained down onto my chest.
I followed with a hoarse roar—hips bucking up into her as I spilled deep, thick ropes after rope of cum flooding her pregnant depths until it overflowed in creamy torrents, leaking out around my base with every slow thrust, mixing with her release in a drenched, slippery mess.
They rotated without pause—heavy, deliberate, relentless.
Meilin took Lian's place—strong and demanding, sinking down reverse so I watched my cum-slick cock disappear into her tight, dripping heat, her strong inner walls gripping like iron. Mei and Shao turned their mouths to her leaking breasts, sucking hard as milk poured freely in thick floods, 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—cunts gripping and fluttering wildly, milk streaming in endless warm floods, slick and cum mixing into a drenched, slippery mess that soaked everything beneath us.
When the stove finally settled to glowing coals, we lay in 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 whichever slick, fluttering cunt had taken the final, pulsing release.
Hands drifted lazily: over taut, moving bellies; over breasts so full they ached with every touch; over thighs trembling and coated in thick layers of milk, cum, and slick.
Outside, snow sealed the world away.
Inside, we were sealed together—raw, drenched, utterly claimed.
Winter raged.
But here, wrapped in heat and milk and the slow, endless pulse of life on the verge of arrival, we were the storm.
And we burned brighter than any cold could touch.