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Fill: Santana/Rachel breastfeeding (Anonymous) 2012-03-27 09:24 am (UTC) Santana meets Rachel again after she had been a surrogate mother (like Shelby), so she has the milk but no baby. Rachel wants to help. No infantilism or mommy!kink

Title: She's a Giver…

Author: Ladyfun9

Characters: Santana Rachel (ship Pezberry!)

Rating: M, NC-17

Kinks: !Lacation sans infants, diapers, or mommy…just good old-fashioned erotic lactation, people.

I don't own glee, characters, or lactation in general.

Chapter 1. The Problem

For some reason, Santana had allowed herself to house a fetus…in her body…for nine months! Now, two weeks post partum, as she tried to get her body back into fighting shape, she tried to remind herself exactly why.

Oh yes…$25,000. That was why.

An upwardly mobile, overly successful, highly strung, and very rich (and very infertile) couple had contracted her to provide an egg and a uterus to "give life" to their perceived incomplete life. She had been screened in by her SAT score and her Latina roots (the infertile mother was from Ecuador) and boom! Her first year at Columbia was now paid for. She no longer had to have the ugly conversation of "Ohio State" with her parents anymore.

There was one problem, however. Apparently, Santana is pretty damn good at whatever she sets her mind to…including motherhood. Her body just wouldn't fucking shut off.

She's tried it all. Binding. Caffeine. Decongestants. NOTHING is doing much to stem the flow of breastmilk that fills her enlarged breasts, daily.

She has found herself in the unfortunate position of having to pump off a little every day to relieve her engorgement. However, she doesn't want to pump too much, for fear of increasing her supply. "Fuck", she thought, as she hooked up the suction cups to her swollen breasts yet again, "I'm not a fucking chemist."

At the glee welcome back happy hour at Puck's house, she tells Brittany in confidence of her dilemma.

Puck joked to her that she should offer double or nothing to her surrogacy parents to provide bovine services on a daily basis, but she should keep it up because her tits look fine! To which she responded by delivering a quick knee to his reproductive organs.

"Fuck, Lopez, lighten up. Jesus. Paid services are the only way you're getting pregnant! Who the fuck would want to be around you?"

"Oh, did I hurt you? Hm. Sorry. Hormones." She made as to lunge towards him a second time, and he darted off.

She set her face grimly and turned to find the bar. Brittany had disappeared. Santana sighed. "Whatever." She blew.

Her nearly 10 months of sobriety during pregnancy had left her…thirsty. And it also gave her a chance to notice what idiots most of the McKinley students actively were…God, was she going to be glad to get out of here.

She finally found her beloved Sam Adams and got ready to hoist it to her lips, when…

"Stop!"

A small hand darted up and covered the opening of her bottle. Santana opened her eyes to see who the hell was coming between her and her Sam.

"BERRY? What the fuck?"

Rachel cleared her throat nervously.

"I overheard…your predicament. And actually, hops are infamous in increasing your…um…"

Santana raised her eyebrows.

"…Your letdown."

"Well, midget, pray tell …how did you become a lactation consultant?"

She blushed.

"Well, I …um."

"Spit it out. I'm aging overnight."

"I dated someone this summer who was, shall we say, very knowledgeable in this area."

Santana digested this information. Treasure trail? On the lactation trail?

Suddenly it seemed really, really warm in Puck's basement.

"Judging by your ample cleavage, Santana, I think you probably don't want to add to your problem."

Rachel's' eyes were immodestly fixed on the opening of Santana's blouse…and she was sweating….

Santana paused. "Yes, I am actually feeling a little…uncomfortable."

"Full?"

"Yes."

"Santana, When did you last pump?"Rachel said, with a huskiness in her voice.

"Er, um. Like 12 hours ago."

"Twelve hours ago? Oh no, no! Come on." She grabbed Santana's wrist, and pulled her upstairs. For some reason, Santana's body was complying with the hobbit's abduction. She took a swig of beer as they found an unused room. With a lock.

Rachel thrust her in, and dimmed the lights. Her eyes were black. Who was this girl?

She locked the door, and turned to the dumbfounded Santana.

"Take off your top."

"What?"

"Do it. You need relief. I'm here to help."

Santana slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off her body. Rachel had crossed the room and was kneeling against her. Her hand reached up and palmed her full right breast.

She squeezed.

Sort of.

Actually, she was making almost a kneading like movement, that felt oddly fantastic. Her breast felt warm under the ministrations and Rachel massaged that warmness, guiding it to the center of her tit, to her tingling nipple. It was getting hard and erect.

Santana watched with amazement as Rachel stroked little white beads of milk to emerge from the tip of her nipple. It felt..good.

But what happened next felt fan-fucking-tastic….

Rachel lowered her mouth onto her breast taking in half of her breast…as she sucked and pulled with her lips, she began to use her tongue to stroke the underside of Santana's nipple, coaxing the milk to let down.

And then, with a gush, it did. Santana gasped at the feeling. She felt like she had been hit with heroin…it was amazing.

Rachel's lips were encircling her whole areola, and her mouth was a vortex of suction, pulling the milk out with just the power of her mouth. And as she began to let down all the way, and milk flowed freely into Rachel's mouth, she thought she might come on the spot. The sound of Rachel swallowing her milk…in her mouth…was fucking intoxicating.

Her hand pressed on the back of Rachel's head, urging her closer.

"Don't fucking stop. Oh my fucking god…suck me. Driink me up….ohhhhh."

Rachel looked up, hints of milk around the corners of her mouth.

Santana's milk.

God, that was hot.

"I won't stop, Santana, till you're completely empty, and your needy demanding breasts are completely empty and you can be left alone… after all, I'm a giver."

And with that, she put her mouth around her nipples for the second time that day.

She paused and looked up at the almost drunken Santana. "If your good, Ms. Lopez, and let me drain you completely, I'll help you with your other problem."

"What other problem?"

"The wetness I feel between your legs."

Well folks, that the end of Ch 1. I feel this prompt was written for ME. I hope this touched on your interest. Please check out Drink Me Up, Pezberry on ! Thanks.