"Oh, Lord Nagamasa..."
As I shook her breasts back and forth, Ichihime turned to me with a wry smile.
They probably thought they were being played.
But I'm not just playing around. I'm simply admiring this weight, this shape, this symbol of motherhood.
"Well... my body belongs to Lord Nagamasa, so I don't mind what you do to me... but..."
"But?"
"Well... when you shake me, I get this strange feeling in my chest..."
Ichihime said that while affectionately stroking my hand, which was shaking her chest.
As I listened to her words and savored the soft feel of her breasts, I was reminded of my health and physical education classes in elementary school.
It is said that a woman's breasts are lined with mammary glands.
Near the base of the nipple, there is a small, bulging area called the milk duct sinus, where breast milk is stored.
Perhaps the strange feeling that Ichihime was talking about was...
Perhaps it's caused by the milk stored there being released each time the breast is shaken .揺蕩Tayuta
"I see... I'm sorry."
"Oh, well... I didn't mean it that way...!"
"I guess I really need to milk them properly first..."
"..."
"Don't make that face, I'm just kidding, right?"
"Moo... Mooooooooooo!"
"My apologies, my apologies."
He wrapped his arms around Ichihime's stomach, who was protesting and shaking, and hugged her tightly, stroking her head with his left hand as if to soothe her.
However, my wife isn't really angry or sulking. She's just pretending.
In short, it was a small protest against my meanness. A truly adorable act of defiance, an attempt to turn the tables on the husband who had been causing her trouble.
"Well, in any case, it's certain that we need to tighten it up, right? Look, I'll gently loosen you up tonight... okay? Can't you cheer up and go back to being your usual cute self?"
"...gently, okay?"
"I understand."
"If you're not kind to me, I'll get sulky..."
As I hugged Ichihime from behind and stroked her head, the princess finally gave in.
"That's right... Let's be gentle, gentle."
After obtaining my wife's permission, I decided to sincerely and gentlemanly give Ichihime a breast massage.
It helps to regulate the body's mechanisms so that the breast milk stored in the abundant breasts can be released smoothly.
"Ah... mmm"
I licked her smooth, pure white neck, then her ears.
As I continued to switch her moods, I placed both hands on the sides of her beautiful, large breasts.
Press your thumb against the base of your breast and use your palm to gently push your breasts together towards the center.
"Mmm... mmm..."
A deep valley forms, then separates, with a soft, squelching sound.
After repeating that action about ten times, a new white fluid began to drip from Ichihime's nipples.滴drop
Even if it jumps with great force, I've positioned it so that it will land in the tub placed right next to the futon, so it's safe and secure in that respect.
"Ah... fu..."
Next, lift and push the breasts together diagonally upwards from below, again creating cleavage, and then release.
After doing this 10 more times, I gently nibbled on her ear.
"Ah...ah...ah...mm..."
A pained sigh escaped from Ichihime's nose.
When I gently pressed my lips against hers as she looked at me with teary eyes, Ichihime's face lit up with happiness.
"You're really... so kind... mmm."
"It's a promise, okay?"
Starting from the base of her ample breasts, he gently caresses them, then moves his palms towards her nipples.
The breasts, warmed in this way, seem to yearn to release a large amount of milk.
"Okay, let's squeeze it..."
"Ah... yes..."
Just like I do every night, I pinch Ichihime's nipples and areolas together and twist and pull them.
Ichihime's hips twitched, and thick breast milk spurted out.
"Mm...ah, ahh..."
Each time I gently massaged her areola and nipple with my fingers, a large amount of milk spurted out.
The breast milk that splattered into the air fell with a splash into a basin beside the futon, and it gradually accumulated.
"So many are coming out... and they smell sweet..."
"Th-that's... ah... it feels so good..."
The pleasure of releasing all that accumulated breast milk, while having your nipples gently massaged.
Ichihime trembled slightly all over, immersed in a feeling of liberation and ecstasy that could only be experienced during pregnancy.
I continued milking the cow, trying not to disrupt her relaxed mood.
Her udders, which had been storing up breast milk like a dairy cow's, were still heavy.
Incidentally, if you don't massage your nipples regularly like this, breast milk can get stuck in the milk ducts and cause inflammation.
Since inflammation of the milk ducts is often more common in first-time mothers and those who have given birth before, I needed to handle Ichihime's breasts carefully.
"Good, good, lots came out... Ichi."
"Ah... mm... Lord Nagamasa..."
Feeling Ichihime's gaze, which was filled with a dreamy, ecstatic look, I gently stroked her head.
The basin beside the futon was already filled with breast milk, emitting a sickly sweet smell.
Breast milk, which is considered a complete food for babies, is apparently made from blood, but its color is so different from what you'd expect.
"Do you feel better now?"
"Yes... thanks to you... mmm."
After exchanging a quick kiss, Ichihime smiled happily and giggled.
She suddenly turned around and hugged me head-on.
Apparently, today's milking went perfectly.
"Lord Nagamasa... I adore you."
"Yeah, me too."
As soon as I put my arms around her back, her slender arms stretched out and wrapped around my neck.
Then he hugs me tightly and asks for a passionate kiss.
"Mmm...ahh...I like you...I love you...kiss...mm...ahh...I love you so much...mm..."
Along with hot, sticky breaths, words of love that intertwine like entanglements are spun out.
Those words were full of affection, and possessed a tenacious quality that conveyed an absolute determination not to let me get away.
"I like you... I like you... I really like you..."
"Hmm...?!"
"I love you... so let's be together forever..."
Moist and supple, yet plump and luscious lips.
She pressed it against him with all her might, extending her tongue to caress his mouth, and clung to him with all her strength.
Most likely, what's on her mind is the death of Mrs. Todo.
The death of someone close to her must have reminded Ichihime that life is finite—and made her realize that the time we spend together like this is also limited.
"Ah... we're together... always..."
"Yes... yes..."
I revel in the comforting feeling of sharing my feelings with others.
A warmth spreads deep within my chest, creating a feeling of both affection and longing.
Where there are encounters, there are also partings. Even if you meet the love of your life, it was only a meeting that was doomed to separation from the very beginning.
"Mmm... mmm, kiss... nibble... mmm, ahh... kiss... slurp..."
He intertwined his tongue with the one that had emerged from Ichihime's lips.
They intertwined their flesh, which was covered in each other's saliva, and slurped up each other's mixed fluids.
That alone allowed us to feel each other's presence close by.
Everything except the person of the opposite sex you're currently embracing becomes irrelevant and disappears.
The person I was touching and loving at that moment was my whole world.
"Mmm... mmm... slurp, slurp slurp slurp... mmm... mmm... slurp slurp slurp"
With an indecent sound, Ichihime hollowed her cheeks and sucked up my tongue.
My saliva is completely stripped away and goes down her esophagus into her stomach.
And within my wife's body, my genes will be digested and, in a roundabout way, become elements that make up her body.
"Ichi... ah... mine alone... my very own Ichi..."
"Mmm... mmm... Nagamasa-sama... mmm..."
I felt Ichihime's passion and feelings through my lips and tongue.
As I felt myself drowning in that never-ending swamp, I slowly pulled my lips away.
The moment the string of saliva snapped, Ichihime's face looked truly sad. It was as if she couldn't bear the sense of loss at losing her connection with me.
"Don't worry, I'm here."
"a..."
When I gently stroked her cheek with my right hand, Ichihime took my hand and rubbed it against her cheek.
Unable to resist her adorable gestures, I gently stroked her ample breasts with my left hand, and my beloved wife smiled mischievously.
"Lord Nagamasa's hands... so gentle, so warm... but also so lewd... ahh..."
Ichihime's breasts provided an exquisite sensation the more they were kneaded.
The texture, elasticity, and softness—everything about it is top-notch, and that hasn't changed even now that I've given birth.
Her beautiful, large breasts, exposed defenselessly before me, maintain their beautiful contours even as she lies on her back.
"Ah... but seriously, you're really beautiful, Ichi. You have such a well-proportioned physique, there's absolutely no wasted part... You're like the embodiment of a miracle."
"Th-that's... what are you saying now...? Oh, how embarrassing..."
"It's a bit late now, isn't it... necessary? If I get used to having you by my side, I might forget how grateful I should be..."
"Gratitude?... I don't deserve that... Unlike Princess Osamu, I haven't done anything..."
"...Are you serious?"
I whispered into Ichihime's ear.
"Just having you here, that alone gives me the will to live. You are my reason for living, Ichi... your very existence."
"..."
"Thank you always. For being by my side, for supporting me. Because you're there, I can continue to be myself."
"...Nagamasa...sama"
He kissed his wife's nose, which was glistening with tears, and then smiled softly at her.
Then Ichihime began to cry and hugged him tightly.
I also embraced her gently.
"Thank you... for being by my side and holding me like this... Ichi is truly a lucky woman..."
"You have no desires."
"No, that's not true at all... I'm actually quite a greedy woman."
Ichihime said that and laughed.
"I want to have Lord Nagamasa all to myself... I want Lord Nagamasa to have me all to himself... I want Lord Nagamasa to take everything from me... That's all I ever think about."
"I see."
I whispered in her ear.
"Well then... let's make tonight the beginning of taking away something precious to you."
"Eh...? Ahh!?"
Ichihime let out a surprised cry.
But that was only natural. My hand gripped her buttocks firmly, and then I began to grope around her anus with my index finger.
"Wha, Lord Nagamasa..."
"...I told you before, didn't I? I also want to take your anal virginity."
"a..."
"Everything about you belongs to me... Let's begin preparing for that slowly, starting today."
I said that, and gripped her buttocks tighter.
These are truly juicy fruits.
Beneath a thin layer of soft fat, layers upon layers of resilient, elastic muscle are piled up.
He kneaded and squeezed it, then nibbled on Ichihime's ear and whispered.
"Today, let's slowly loosen you up so that one day you can accept me through your anus... Don't worry, once you get used to it, your anus can feel good."
As I gently stroked my wife's back, I gazed at the white breast milk collected in the basin.
In this world, there is no such convenient thing as lotion.
Therefore, let's make the most of what we have.