The hardness behind Bea's areola refused to diminish as her hands firmly caressed the undersides of her Breasts. The sudden swelling was uncomfortable, yet she felt aroused by the stretching sensation.

What now?! My nipples feel like cherry stones. They've never been this hard before.

Bea shifted her hand, her fingers pinching a throbbing nipple. The tingling was getting stronger, bordering on pain, when with a yelp, Bea felt a sharp twinge inside her boobs. Soothing Relief was immediate as a stream of blueish milk fountained from her nipple. Soon after, the milk ducts in her other breast let down to Bea's grudging delight.

Milk!? So what, I'm a Miltank now as well? Damn, why does this feel so good? It's making it really hard to hate this.

Bea mauled her leaking mammaries against each other, luxuriating as they spurted. In the moment's serenity, she failed to notice as the cords of muscle around her shoulders started to twitch and loosen. Bea moaned quietly, her body craving further stimulation.

More, I need more hands to touch myself.

Responding to Bea's desire, her tentacles snaked out over the surface of her breasts. They quickly set to work, their boneless digits kneading and rubbing at her sensitive flesh. In her bliss, Bea was untroubled by the appearance of the alien appendages. She was content to luxuriate in the sensation of touch. Bea's nipples reciprocated, dribbling more of their bounty. Her belly growled, upset at the sight of the wasted nutrients running down her front.

Hungry. Feels like I haven't eaten in days. The milk. It's mine, right? It's okay if I...?

Tentatively, Bea let her forked tongue slide out of her throat. Then, as she leaned over, she lifted up a dribbly teat for probing. The splayed tips lapped at her nipple, slurping up a small amount of the cream.

It's sweet!

Bea's eyes widened as she slipped her tongue back inside her mouth. Her unnaturally thick milk had a rich, velvety flavor, like whipped cream, with just a touch of spice in the aftertaste. The viscous secretion was pure delight for Bea's secretive sweet tooth. Her gut squirmed with hunger pains. She needed to feed now!

Bea's tongue flicked in and out, dexterously lapping up the rich goodness like a pampered Liepard. Her thoughts were becoming hazy between the calming pulses rippling from within her breasts and her frenzied desire to drain herself dry. In her haze, Bea lost time, sitting on the shower floor as she slurped with no recollection of falling. Some part of Bea yelled in alarm, trying to draw her attention to something important. But she could easily ignore it when there was abundant food and pleasure in front of her.

Milk tastes good, and boobies feel good. Tail is all warm and throbby. It's nice. Why is it so familiar?

As if jealous of the attention she lavished on her udders, Bea's tail reared into the air snake-like. Hungry for stimulation, it undulated against Bea's vulva, sliding its silky wet membrane against her lower lips. Bea's feeding momentarily paused when her hips involuntarily bucked as a surge of blood coursed down her tail length. Gorging itself with hybrid ichor, the tail's prongs spread, the slit widened and Bea's ovipositor slowly bloated in the steamy air. It tingled as the water drops landed on its tacky skin. Enthralled with her meal, Bea showed scant concern at her monstrous appendages' appearance.

Still famished, need more food.

Bea hefted a sloshing breast to her waiting lips. Eagerly she latched on, tugging and pulling at her hardened nipple. Her hands and tentacles continued their soothing massage as they worked for the remaining lactic treasure. Her efforts were rewarded with a gush of cream she greedily guzzled down. Bea's eyes started to roll into her head. She felt sleepy, the sensation of nursing fulfilling her in ways she had never known. In her near torpor, Bea could only process curiosity as she noticed her ovipositor stealthily crawling between her cleavage.

Tail wants to feel good too?

Accepting Bea's tacit approval, her tail pushed upward. The flared spikes caught under her Brests, mashing them around her egg cock. Bea responded mindlessly to the needs of her fifth limb, releasing her mostly drained nipple to bring her milk-dripping mouth to hover over her member. Her sighing breaths felt deliciously cool on her erection, its head flaring wide as if in greeting. She felt a slight contraction in her knot and a small dollop of sticky blue slime beaded from her urethra.

Tail make more milk?

Bea's lips closed around the broad head of her ovipositor as she sucked gluttonously. Then, automatically she started kneading her breasts with her hands and tail spikes. Her engorged boobs, lathered in milk from her still spraying nipples, felt silky smooth as she peacefully titfucked herself.

As if not be outdone, Bea's tongue glided out, hugging around the girth of her shaft. The little muscles gently coaxed more blobs of cream out with small alternating strokes. As the tender nubs dotting her ovi-cock were flicked, little sparks of lightning jolted down Bea's tail and up her spine.

This milk is salty. Hummmmm... Salted cream. My tail feels weird again. It feels like something big is- cumming!

Her knot inflated noticeably before tightening, spewing a thick wad of slime into her unprepared mouth with a wet glorp. There was too much of the sticky ooze to gulp all at once, forcing her to gasp for air. Her tongue's prehensile feelers did their best to ladle the clotted spooge running down her chin back into her maw before it could be wasted. She savored every luxuriant drop.

Wanna cum from my tail again, just like last night.

Bea's hips bucked a little in excitement.