A quick TiTS story to tide you guys over while Fen’s out of town for a couple of days. And now, back to Zheng Shi work~

By: Savin
Tags: Female POV, Group Sex (F/F/H), Pregnancy, MILF, Breeding, Lactation, Creampies, Trials in Tainted Space (Milodan, Esyrra, Gryvain)

I

The arctic wind howled fiercely outside the cave’s jagged mouth. Shards of razor-sharp whirled just out of reach, tearing across the great plains of the Rift.

“The storm’s getting worse, kitten,” Mother studiously observed. Her arms were crossed beneath the mammoth mounds of her breasts, supporting the weighty, naked flesh. At least, as naked as a milodan ever got, covered in a thick layer of soft silver fur as she was. The only actual flesh that Ziresh could see were the pert mounds of Mother’s bone-pierced teats and the coal-black lips between her legs. Black, where they were not still smeared with the glistening white seed of her most recent mating.

The idea of cleaning perfectly good cum off of her body was as alien to Mother as was the gang of furless off-worlders that had wandered into her domain. Now they lay in a pile of quivering exhaustion, bodies draped over each other beneath the one fur blanket Ziresh had brought with her. Mother’s body was a temple to fertility, an altar on which — and within which — seed was to be spilled with worshipful ecstacy. Mating with half a dozen scrawny aliens was an effortless act of devotion for her; letting their mixed seed stew inside her womb left her with a contented smile as she stared into the rage of the storm outside.

“I’m used to storms, Mother,” Ziresh sighed, rifling through one of the not-quite-leather packs the aliens had brought. Under several of the strange glow-slates and mysterious metal cubes inside, she found a dark red length of thick cloth. Sne sniffed at it, wiggling her pink nose as the faint scent of berries wafted off it.

“I know, kitten,” Mother said, placing a paw on the pale, bare skin of her daughter’s flesh. “But you don’t-“

Ziresh growled softly and batted her mother’s hand away. “I have plenty of protection! So what if half of my body is furless, these aliens brought plenty of clothes.”

As if to demonstrate the point, Ziresh wrapped the red scarf around the pale mountains of her own breasts. They were smaller than mother’s, of course, but still more than plump enough to make tying off the garment difficult. She shuddered as her dark nipples rubbed against the wooly material of the scarf, sending an unbidden shock of pleasure through her chest.