Chapter 54: Amy's back arches violently as the Bull's swollen knot pops inside her transformed cunt, the obscene stretch making her scream while Gena moans into her mother's dripping tits, their matching wedding rings glinting in the dim light as the Bull's seed floods Amy's magically enhanced womb.
The sweet, rich taste of her was still on my tongue, a lingering warmth that spread through my exhausted body. My own belly, heavy and round, rested on my thighs as I knelt, a stark counterpoint to the frantic movement above me.
Gena’s cry was a sharp, beautiful thing. The Bull held her hips, his knuckles white, driving into her with a piston-like rhythm that shook the entire bed. With every deep, inward plunge, a fine spray of milk burst from her swollen, tender breasts.
“Don’t waste it,” he grunted, his eyes burning into me.
I didn’t need the command. I was already moving, my mouth latching onto one taut nipple. The liquid was hot and sweet, thicker than I remembered, with a faint, metallic undertaste that was entirely new. It was life and magic, and I swallowed greedily, my own body thrumming in response. My swollen cunt, already sensitive and wet, clenched around nothing. The silver ring on my finger felt cool against the heat of my skin.
“Oh, god… Mom…” Gena moaned, her head falling back. Her back arched, pressing her breast deeper into my mouth. Her fingers tangled in my short, sweaty hair, not pushing me away but holding me closer. “Yes, just like that. Drink it.”
The Bull’s pace intensified. The sound of his flesh slapping against hers was a brutal, wet counterpoint to my suckling. I could feel the vibration of his thrusts through her body, through the mouthful of her breast I held. I moved to the other nipple, catching the streams of milk that now flowed freely with each of his powerful movements.
“Look at you both,” he growled, his voice thick with a feral pride. “My vessels. Dripping and full.”
He leaned over Gena’s back, his massive chest covering her, and his hand snaked down, his thick fingers finding my clit. I jerked against his touch, a cry muffled by Gena’s flesh. His finger rubbed rough, demanding circles, the sensation almost too much to bear on top of everything else.
“Come for me, Amy,” he commanded, his finger working me with the same relentless rhythm as his cock pistoning into Gena. “Come while your daughter feeds you. While I fill her.”
It was too much. The suction of my mouth, the taste of her milk, the rough pressure on my clit, the sight of him taking her—it all coalesced into a storm that broke over me. I came with a shattered gasp, my body seizing, my cunt pulsing wildly around the unbearable emptiness. Gena felt it, or perhaps her own climax was triggered by mine. She screamed, a long, wailing sound of utter surrender, her inner muscles clamping down on his cock.
With a roar that seemed to shake the very walls, The Bull buried himself to the hilt inside her. I watched, mesmerized, as his orgasm pulsed through him, his release filling her, some of it dripping down her inner thighs to mix with the milk on the sheets.
For a long moment, the only sounds were our ragged breaths. Then, he pulled out of Gena with a soft, wet sound. She collapsed onto her side, her eyes glazed, a blissful, exhausted smile on her face. I crawled up beside her, my own large belly meeting hers. We lay there, intertwined, two vessels brimming with his potent seed.
The Bull stood over us, watching. The air hummed with a new, more potent energy. My skin felt too tight, the life inside me restless, demanding. I placed a hand on my stomach and felt a distinct, solid movement, a shift that was far too rapid, far too conscious.
Gena’s eyes met mine, wide with the same dawning realization. The gentle quickening was over. Something else was beginning.