He leaned in to her engorged chest, looking up at her smug expression with a hungry gaze as she stared him down, trying not to moan. His needled paws kneaded at her breasts, and she gasped softly, the tip of her tongue flicking across her lips to moisten them. "Please," she all but begged, and he growled his pleasure at her wanton need for his mouth, lowering his rough tongue to suckle at the puckered flesh of her swollen nipples. As he leaned in to suckle at them, a thin jet of creamy breastmilk filled his mouth, and she arched her back in enjoyment and relief, nails digging into his shoulderblades.