[The first drop was stingy, meager, the sum total results of an inch of relenting. It could barely be tasted, more felt in its warmth on the tongue. But Venti doesn't stop there. The continuing pressure on Theseus' nipple draws out another drop, and then a steady stream. Theseus' milk is divine, of course, rich and sweet and worth all the difficulty of its source on its own. But it comes out all too slowly out of Theseus' gently massaged breast.
In the meantime Theseus has stopped seriously resisting. Rather than push Venti away Theseus stretches his arms out uselessly, unsure of where to put them. His mouth hangs open, closes, and opens again, as he tries to stay upright while he's nursed. ]
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In the meantime Theseus has stopped seriously resisting. Rather than push Venti away Theseus stretches his arms out uselessly, unsure of where to put them. His mouth hangs open, closes, and opens again, as he tries to stay upright while he's nursed. ]
Urgh...