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"The CDC wanted a cure from you. We knew of your existence. We also knew the exponential threat potential your family and other disease vectors could have caused. What's more, some of us knew what became of your minds during and after infestation. For all of these reasons, my Andrei, we wanted to save you.
"For all of our efforts, we could not find a full solution. We have made inroads for various symptoms...a sunblock that lasts fifteen minutes, soy-based garlic.... Our most successful innovation was an enzyme that changes your need for blood with a need for milk. In time, any milk will do as much as any blood would do. For now, it's limited to human breast milk."
"I can live with that." I clamped her nipple with my fingers.
Anna bit her lip, "So can I. We're not done with you yet, are we?" Her hand insinuated its way to my thigh, and to my still raging hardness.
"N-no...we're....not..."
Her hand went to her slightly sore nipple, coaxing a little more milk from her breast, letting the white droplets fall down her hand. She brought the milky hand to my shaft and began to stroke it expertly. "Am I you cure, Andrei?"
I turned to Anna and flashed my eyes to black. Anna's dilated in response. Her hand continued her stroking, but her lips parted and her breathing grew heavy. I smiled as I released her, and she moaned before me.
"Yes...you are my cure, my Anna."
- COMMENTS
qexiqexover 9 years agoReally liked this story! It's well-written and features a great plot. Would love to read more from you.Thanks for sharing your work!
tabbymidniteover 9 years agolooking forward to reading more or your great works. my nipples are also hard and in need. Guess playing with them my self is my fun fopr the night. O I do hope that there is more of this pair.
GimletEdgeover 12 years agoCrossing the mythology of vampirism with the mystique of mothers' milk.
Should you ever revisit this story, there is a bit more to be told. A lactating woman craves release from the pressure of her swelling breasts with even more desperation than conveyed here. There's a frantic quality to it that causes the breasts to express even untouched. And that's a sorry, unsatisfying sensation, serving only to heighten the hunger for a suckling.
I loved your metaphors..."the spreading mold of media." What a delight!
Here's hoping that you are moved to create many more stories to share with us.
Eric_Shiftabout 13 years agoI really liked this,I do hope there's more.
