Katlyn had always been one to be a nurturer, she had taken as many babysitting jobs as she could through high school and even volunteered at her college’s nursery. She had however become confused when she had begun to crave having her breasts sucked on. She had always enjoyed the sensation when Brendon, her boyfriend sucked on her nipples, but it was never something she craved, not like this. She had been dreaming for nights about him sucking on them, and then last night her dream had involved her lactating.
She blushed when she woke up, as her mind continued to think on her dream, as she thought about Brendon waking up and beginning to suck on her breasts. She shook her head as she got out of bed, it was still dark, and she went to the couch in the living room to hopefully distract herself with some television.
But Brendon came in and sat next to her on the couch. “Can’t sleep?” He asked quietly, and she nodded. “What’s on your mind?” His eyebrows furrowed but he looked at her caringly.
Katlyn took a deep breath before she answered him. “I keep dreaming about you,” she said, and he smirked. “Not like that though, you know how you suck my breasts before we have sex? I keep dreaming about that, and I dreamt of lactating last night.”
He tried to look surprised, but he had been doing something, he had been trying to induce her lactation, a bit of special herbs in her food and the sucking on her nipples every night, now she was dreaming of it. He smiled at her. “I can suck on them if that’s what you want.” Katlyn blushed and nodded, and he carefully took of her shirt before moving himself into her lap and latched on to one of her nipples.
He sucked softly on her nipple and used his hand to gently massage her breast, to hopefully stimulate her more. She let out a moan as her fingers ran through his hair, the situation to her nipples stimulated her body, she knew she was becoming horny a byproduct of association this with sex. He smiled at her moans and continued his ministrations.
Soon he moved to her other breast, focusing his attention there, but allowed his other hand to play with the nipple of the breast that he had just left. He focused on what he was doing to her completely and was surprised at the sweet warm milk hitting his tongue, but he sucked harder. The moan that left Katlyn’s lips was louder, more primal and she pressed his head against her breast. Not realizing what had happened as he continued until she was sucked dry. A good first production of milk, he thought.
He pulled off her breast and smiled up at her. “Well your dream seemed to be a prediction,” he said, giving no hint that he had expected it. “You produced milk.” She looked at him in surprise, but as she saw that he did not mind, she smiled in bliss. “My wonderful nurturer, giving me something no one else can,” he whispered quietly before picking her up and taking her back to their bedroom.