Chapter 360: Unlimited Supply Of Fresh Milk

Just as Anya was giggling to herself at the thought of such a powerful ability being used in the most taboo way, Mika interrupted her thoughts by saying in a impatient manner,

"Now, that I’ve refilled your tanks, I think it’s about time you start Anya. Especially since I’m really thirsty right now and I’m in the mood for some fresh, creamy breast milk."

And in response, Anya didn’t hesitate.

She placed one hand gently on Fauna’s soft tummy, the other on the small of her back, establishing full contact.

Then she closed her eyes, took a steadying breath, and pushed.

"Now." She murmured. "Let’s really fill those tits up."

Warm, shimmering mana flowed out of her palms in a steady, controlled stream—pouring straight into Fauna’s body like liquid starlight.

Fauna shivered, a soft moan escaping her lips as she felt the familiar channels inside her breasts begin to wake up once more—this time faster, fuller, hotter than before.

And it didn’t take long for Mika’s wish to become reality.

With the overwhelming surge of mana he had poured into Anya still flooding her system like an endless river, Fauna’s breasts responded almost immediately.

Mika watched in pure shock and awe as the already generous mounds began to visibly change.

They grew plumper. Rounder. Heavier.

The soft, loose skin that normally gave so easily under his palms tightened, stretching taut over the expanding fullness beneath.

Veins faintly traced delicate blue lines across the creamy surface as the tissue filled, pressurized from within with warm, rich milk.

Unable to hold back, Mika reached out instinctively and cupped both breasts gently, testing the new firmness.

Where they used to melt and mold like warm dough in his hands, now they pushed back—resilient, bouncy, almost defiant.

Every slight squeeze sent a faint ripple through the surface, and he could actually feel the milk sloshing faintly inside.

"They’re...growing." He breathed, half in disbelief. "They were already so fucking big and they’re still growing..."

Fauna whimpered softly, arms trembling as she tried to support the increasing weight.

Then it happened.

Her areolas darkened slightly, puckering tighter—and from both swollen, puffy nipples, tiny beads of white appeared. One droplet trembled, then another, then a slow, steady trickle began.

Mika didn’t hesitate for even a heartbeat.

He snatched the glass and positioned it directly beneath her right nipple and then with fingers that were shaking in excitement, he gripped the areola and pulled downward.

Squirt!

A thick, hot squirt of milk jetted straight into the glass.

Fauna gasped, body jerking. "W-wait—Mika—wait, don’t—!"

But he didn’t listen.

He kept pulling, rolling the nipple between his fingers, squeezing in rhythmic pulses like he was milking a cow.

Another squirt.

Pshht!

Another.

Pshck!

The glass began to fill quickly. Warm cream swirled at the bottom, rising steadily, the sweet scent flooding the air.

Fauna’s protests also dissolved into shaky whimpers.

Normally when he or baby Anya suckled her nipples, it was gentle—nibbling, licking, coaxing small sips that felt intimate and sweet.

But this? This was different.

He was working her nipples like levers, squeezing and tugging with mechanical insistence.

Each pull sent a jolt through her entire chest; her nipples trembled, overstimulated, hypersensitive, hardening to aching points.

It was strange, almost embarrassing to be milked so openly, so efficiently—but gods, it felt good. Too good. Her thighs clenched involuntarily as fresh heat pooled between her legs.

She didn’t stop him.

She couldn’t and he too kept going until the glass was filled to the brim—creamy white liquid trembling at the very edge, threatening to spill.

And seeing the sight, all three of them stared.

Fauna’s eyes were huge, disbelieving.

"I...I produced all that? Without even being pregnant...?"

Anya looked stunned, lips parted.

"It’s...it’s just like when I was a baby..."

Mika’s expression was something else entirely—raw, feral hunger. He stared at the full glass like a man who’d crawled through a desert for forty days and finally found an oasis.

"Thank you, Lord..." He muttered reverently. "...for this beautiful meal that I’m about to have"

And then without another word, Mika lifted the glass to his lips and tilted it back.

He didn’t sip.

He didn’t savor like fine wine.

He chugged.

Glug! Glug! Glug!

Thick gulps rolled down his throat—fast, greedy, unstoppable. Milk overflowed the corners of his mouth almost immediately, dripping in creamy rivers down his chin, his neck, his chest.

But he didn’t care.

He kept drinking until the glass was empty in literal seconds and let out a long, shuddering sigh of pure satisfaction before he set the empty glass down with a soft clink.

"That’s good..." He rasped with fanatic look in his eyes. "That’s fucking good! The probably best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth in my entire goddamn life."

"Juice? Alcohol? Water? Nothing compares. This—"

He held up the empty glass like a trophy.

"This is what true men drink. This is the drink of champions. This is mother’s milk my own mother’s milk and this is what it’s all about."

Fauna buried her face in her hands, mortified and glowing at the same time.

"Mika...you’re embarrassing me..."

But beneath the embarrassment was joy, pure aching joy.

She had dreamed of this moment for years: letting her son drink from her, seeing the bliss on his face, knowing she could give him something so perfect.

So, seeing him this happy made every drop worth it.

But then her expression shifted to sudden panic, a she realised something.

"Wait—Mika! What we’re doing right now isn’t according to procedure! My milk...it’s not supposed to come into contact with the outside world for long."

"The active components become inert if they’re exposed to air. You’re supposed to suck directly from the nipple, straight into your mouth otherwise it loses effectiveness!"

But Mika didn’t seem to care at all, as he waved a hand, already reaching for her other breast.

"It’s alright, Fauna. It’s alright."

He pinched the neglected nipple and gave it a slow tug; another thick stream arced into the waiting glass.

"Right now we have a steady cycle going. Anya’s right here, pumping you full, so right these..."

He jiggled both swollen breasts gently

"...are the most efficient milk factories on the planet. We’ve basically got an infinite supply, so there’s no need to hurry anymore."

He leaned in close, voice dropping to a husky murmur against her ear.

"So what do you say, Fauna? Is it alright if I take my time with your breast milk? Cherish it? Savour every single drop?"

Fauna’s cheeks burned, but she couldn’t look away from the raw need in his eyes.

"F-Fine...Mika, fine. Go ahead."

She arched her back slightly, pressing her leaking breasts toward him.

"My breasts are yours, after all. D-Drink as much as you like."

Mika’s face lit up like a child on his birthday.

He immediately switched to her left breast this time—gripped the nipple, pulled and filled the glass again in steady squirts.

Then he chugged it down in one long pull.

Then another glass.

Then another.

Then another.

And no matter how much he drank, he didn’t slow down.

Glass after glass disappeared down his throat.

Milk spilled freely now—running in thick streams down his chin, his neck, soaking into his chest and stomach until his upper body glistened like he’d been bathed in cream.

He looked wild.

Blissed-out.

Utterly lost in the moment.

But more then he was simply happy right now and was on Cloud Nine.

Fauna on the hand was trembling—not from discomfort, but from overwhelming pleasure.

Every tug, every squeeze sent sparks straight to her pussy. Her nipples were so hard they ached; her pussy was dripping steadily now, slick arousal trailing down her inner thighs.

Watching him worship her milk like this, watching him cover himself in her essence—it satisfied something primal inside her.

But just as Mika lifted the glass for what had to be the eighth or ninth refill, he caught Anya staring.

Her eyes were fixed on the full glass—sharp, envious, hungry. She bit her lip, cheeks flushed, clearly torn between shame and longing.

Mika paused before a slow, knowing smile spread across his face.

"Do you want a taste, Anya?" He asked softly. "Do you want to taste what your mother’s milk is like again? I’m pretty sure you drank it when you were little...but you probably forgot the flavor by now."

"Want to remember how it tastes now?"

Anya hesitated—part of her wanted to say no, wanted to insist she was an adult now, that she didn’t need baby milk anymore.

But seeing Mika drink with such reverence, such joy...it made her mouth water.

So, she gave the tiniest nod to which Mika’s smile widened as he said,

"Open your mouth, Anya. Open wide so I can pour it in."

Anya obeyed instantly—tilting her head back, tongue slipping out.

Mika carefully tipped the glass and instantly warm, sweet milk poured in a steady stream over her tongue.

Glug! Glug! Glug!

She swallowed reflexively—once, twice, three times—then her eyes widened in stunned delight.

She understood immediately.

It was incredible.

Creamy. Rich. Sweet in a way that went beyond sugar, almost ethereal. She could even feel the potency humming through her veins already, a faint warmth spreading from her stomach outward.

Mika then lowered the glass, watching her reaction.

"It’s good isn’t it?" He asked, voice low and teasing. "Your mother’s milk is really something."

Anya licked her lips slowly, eyes drifting back to Fauna’s still-leaking breasts.

"...So good." She whispered. "So good that...I think from now on we should keep bottles of it in the fridge. I could pour it over cornflakes in the morning...or mix it into coffee...every single day."

Fauna let out a strangled, embarrassed squeak, while Mika laughed in a delighted manner, happy that he found a drinking buddy.

"See?" He said, already reaching to refill the glass again. "Told you. Champions drink."

He then lifted it toward Anya’s lips once more.

"Now, open up again, Anya. Your mother’s made plenty and I would think it would be rude as her daughter to waste any of it."

Anya only giggled before opening her mouth and letting Mika pour thick milk in, while Fauna could only watch horrified as her children treated her like a milk factory and took turns drinking her precious milk.