Chapter 10: Swollen and Hungry

Six weeks had carved new shapes into their world. The mountain air still carried the sharp bite of pine and stone, but inside the cabin the rhythms had shifted into something heavier, riper, undeniable. Elena’s belly now curved outward in a firm, taut swell that pressed against the worn fabric of her open shirt whenever she moved. Her heavy breasts had grown fuller still, veins tracing faint blue paths beneath the skin, nipples perpetually dark and glistening with the first thin beads of milk that the Veil coaxed out at the slightest brush of cloth or fingertip. She no longer bothered hiding it. The tribe had stopped pretending modesty mattered when every breath carried the sweet, earthy scent of her leaking.

Marcus woke to the wet heat of her mouth already sliding down his cock. Elena knelt between his spread thighs on the big bed, auburn hair spilling across his stomach, one hand cradling the heavy weight of her own breast while she nursed a slow, lazy rhythm. Milk dripped in warm rivulets from her free nipple onto his thigh, each drop a silent promise. Sophia lay curled against his side, her own smaller belly just beginning to round, fingers lazily circling her clit as she watched her mother work. Riley and the newer women—Jade’s lush curves and Mia’s lithe frame—had already slipped outside for morning watch, but their faint echoes pulsed through the Mind-Link like distant thunder, warm and restless.

Elena lifted her head with a wet pop, lips shiny, a string of saliva and pre-cum connecting her to the flushed head of his cock. “Morning, baby,” she murmured, voice thick with sleep and milk. “Your son is kicking again. Feels like he wants breakfast too.” She rose slowly, belly leading the way, and straddled him in one fluid motion. The position let her swollen front rest against his abs as she sank down, taking every thick inch in a single, greedy glide. Her walls fluttered around him, already slick and eager, the Veil making her body hypersensitive to the stretch.

Marcus groaned, hands sliding up to cup the undersides of her leaking breasts. He squeezed gently and warm milk sprayed in delicate arcs across his chest. He caught one thick nipple between his lips and drank deep, the taste rich and faintly sweet, like wild honey warmed by the sun. Elena rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles, grinding her clit against his base with every downward press. “That’s it,” she breathed, voice breaking on a moan. “Drink from Mommy while you fill me again. Keep this belly growing for you.”