Jason froze, his breath hitching in his throat. The dim light of the alley cast deep shadows, but the sight before him was vivid and blindingly explicit. The cow woman had shrugged her top down, freeing her massive, heavy breasts from the confines of her clothing. They were enormous, swaying slightly with every breath she took, the pale skin stretched tight over the sheer volume of her chest.

But it was the nipples that held his gaze. They were wide and dark, already engorged and glistening. Thick, creamy white milk was leaking from them in slow, heavy droplets, trailing down the slope of her breasts and pooling in the crease of her cleavage. The scent hit him instantly—sweet, warm, and intoxicatingly musky.

"You look thirsty, little man," she whispered, her voice a low, vibrating hum that seemed to echo in the narrow space.

Jason’s cock stirred violently in his trousers, straining against the fabric. He knew he should run. He knew that if Ylva caught a whiff of this—the scent of another woman’s arousal and milk clinging to him—she would likely tear him apart. But the visual was too much. The way the milk shimmered on her skin, the way her large nipples peaked, practically begging to be sucked.

"I... I can’t," Jason stammered, though he didn’t move an inch.

"Just a taste," she coaxed, stepping forward. The movement caused her breasts to bounce, sending a spray of warm milk onto Jason’s chest. He gasped, the heat of the liquid seeping through his shirt.

"Your mate isn’t here. Just you and me. And my milk... it does wonders for the nerves. You seem so tense."

She reached out, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling his face closer. Jason’s nose was now inches away from one of her leaking teats. He could see the tiny pores of her skin and the way the milk pulsed out of the tip of her nipple.

"Go on," she breathed, her tail flicking excitedly behind her.

"Lick it off. Suck it dry. I’m practically bursting."

Jason’s resolve snapped. He leaned forward, his tongue darting out to lap up a stray drop of milk from the curve of her breast. It was rich, creamy, and sweet, sending a jolt of pure electricity straight to his groin. He groaned, losing all caution, and clamped his mouth over her large nipple.

He sucked hard, the thick milk flooding his mouth, filling his cheeks. The sensation of her warm, soft flesh between his lips and the rhythmic flow of the milk made his head spin. He began to suckle greedily, his hands instinctively reaching up to cup the underside of her heavy breasts, squeezing them to force more milk into his mouth.

The cow woman let out a loud, guttural moan, her back arching against the alley wall. "Yes... fuck, suck it all... take it all, you little thief," she hissed, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

As Jason gorged himself on her breasts, his mind flickered for a split second to Ylva. He could almost imagine her claws digging into his back, her violent jealousy fueling a different kind of passion but why did this thought turn him on. But as the cow woman began to grind her hips against his thigh, the thought of his mate vanished, replaced by the overwhelming need to drain every last drop from the woman in front of him.

Jason’s mouth was still full of her sweet milk when the cow woman’s hands found the waistband of his trousers. She tugged at them with surprising strength, working the fabric down past his hips before he could even swallow.

"Your turn," she purred, her voice husky.

She pushed him back just far enough to drop to her knees. But instead of going for his cock, she grabbed her own breasts, pressing them together until they formed a massive, soft valley of flesh, dripping with her own milk.

"Come here," she commanded, her eyes gleaming.

Jason didn’t need telling twice. He stepped forward, his cock standing rigid and thick, the tip already slick with precum. She guided it between her heavy breasts, the warm, slippery flesh enveloping him completely. The milk coated his shaft immediately, making each movement smooth and wet.

"Fuck," Jason groaned, his hands finding the back of her head.

She began to move, bouncing her breasts up and down along his length. The pressure was incredible—her soft tits squeezing him from all sides, the milk providing an obscene, slippery friction. Every upstroke revealed his cock glistening between her cleavage, every downstroke buried him deep in her warmth.

Her pace quickened. She moaned with each movement, her tongue lolling out as she watched his cock disappear between her tits again and again. The sound was filthy—a wet, squelching rhythm that echoed off the alley walls. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"Look at you," she breathed, "... so big."

Jason’s breathing grew ragged. The pain in his broken nose was almost gone now. Where it had throbbed with dull agony just minutes ago, now there was only a faint ache. The milk coating his skin felt warm, almost tingly, and he realized with a jolt that it was healing him.

"This milk..." he gasped. "It’s... it’s medicine."

She grinned up at him, her eyes half-lidded. "Told you it was nutritious."

Without warning, she released her breasts. Jason’s cock sprang free, standing wet and rigid in the cool air. But before he could protest, she grabbed the base with one hand and opened her mouth wide.

She took him in one fluid motion.

Every inch.

Her lips met the base of his shaft, her throat contracting around his tip. The sensation was overwhelming—hot, tight, slick with her saliva and the lingering milk. Jason cried out, his hands fisting in her hair as she held him there, buried to the hilt.

Her tongue worked against the underside of his cock as she began to move, bobbing her head slowly at first, then faster. The sight of her lips stretching around his girth, the way her eyes watered as she took him deeper each time—it was too much.

"I’m close," he warned, his voice strained. "I’m gonna—"

He heard it before he saw it.

A low, guttural growl from the entrance of the alley.

Jason’s head snapped up. Ylva stood there, her eyes blazing in the dim light. Her claws were half-extended, her muscles coiled like springs.

Fear shot through him like ice water.

With no time to think, Jason grabbed his cock and tore it from the cow woman’s mouth. She let out a surprised gasp, a trail of saliva connecting her lips to his tip.

His body had already passed the point of no return.

A thick, hot rope of semen shot from his cock, arcing through the air. It struck Ylva square on the face—across her lips, her nose, one of her eyes. Another spurt followed, painting her cheek and chin white.

The alley fell silent.

Jason stood frozen, his cock still twitching in his hand, his pulse hammering in his ears. The cow woman knelt beside him, equally still.

Ylva slowly raised one hand. She touched her cheek, her fingers coming away covered in his cum.

She looked at it. Then she looked at him.

Jason’s blood ran cold.