TITLE: Drink Me Up…
Glee Pezberry Shipping…lactation kink!
Author: Ladyfun9. With a shout-out to my buddy A4.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but boy, they sure own me
Rating: NC-17. I say again, NC-17. Mature. MA
Setting: It's sectionals, and all the ladies are out on the town…except for two. The hotel room at Sectionals affords the good Samaritan within Ms. Lopez an opportunity to lend a helping mouth…er, hand, where it is needed most. Subsequent defervencesce into total smut.
You've been warned, is all I'm sayin'.
She thought, initially, she was mistaken…but no, there it was. She heard it. No denying it…
…crying.
Sobbing, really. It was the unmistakable high pitched, histrionic wailing of one Miss Rachel Barbara Berry…she should know, after all. She had been able to instigate said wails in the long ago past with a mere flick of her eyelash. But, she had given up terrorizing the diva their senior year, because they had evolved into … well…an understanding. Almost a friendship, really, she mused. It was hard to torture your acquaintances with the same aplomb when you kinda, you know, hung out, and shit.
What to do, what to do? Santana mused.
It was kinda like the Good Samaritan laws, right? She thought. A good deed would not get held against her the next day in the court of law? Or more precisely, amongst the Cheerios? Coach had been on a single minded road of destruction after failing to place at nationals last year, and Santana was bearing the brunt of it. She thought the brainwashing from getting emotionally and physically broken twice daily by Sue had made this current batch sum bunch o' bitches waiting collectively for a sign of weakness. In anyone. Even their Captain who was secretly criticized daily for going to glee practice and Cheerios…
A horrific, frustrated sob that was somehow different came out of the room, interrupting her thoughts from M.A.C. products and doing a military choke hold on her co-captain.
She sighed. Steeling her nerves, she pushed open the door.
"Yo, Berry? What up, Chicklet?" Santana said,her breeziness a tad forced.
"GO AWAY!" Sobbed the brunette diva, appalled to be discovered.
"WTF! Look, Berry….Wanna talk about it?"
"NO! WTF YOU! Fuck you. GO AWAY!"
"Woah! Hey, Fine, lady. You clearly are having a Midol moment…" her words came to an abrupt halt when she saw the sight beore her eyes. Sprawled out in the cramped hotel bathroom space that all the senior females were inexplicabily sharing, was Rachel…. With a breast pump. The kind for new mothers. A hospital grade, bona fide, automated medelia breast pump….
Santana had been around enough teen pregnancies to know what it was and how it worked.
"Given that you've never had a baby, Berry, I'm going to go out on a limb here…why is there a electric breast pump attached to …you…um, here in our hotel room?"
Silence.
"Look, I know Finn can be infantile sometimes, but really, your dedication to your teammates is a little frightening here, Rach. "
Rachel managed a wan smile.
"Oh, Sanatana, god….you have to swear to me…I…I have a condition called galactohrrea. Its awful!"
"Holy shit, is it contagious?"
"NO, Santana."
"Is it cancer?"
"OMG, no!"
"…well, what?"
"I make …milk. Breast milk."
"Without a baby being present?"
"Yes, Senorita Einstein. Without a baby."
She sighed.
"Normally, I'm fine with just pumping a little bit of and reducing my pressure in my nippl-er, breasts."
The inadvertent use of the word "nipple" had unleashed something warm in the tips of Santanta's own nipples..because she began thinking of Rachel's bud nipples…and how y were going to get punished hard in a moment by that pump.
"Santana, my motor died, and everyone is going to be back at any moment! I'll never be able to hand express out all the milk I need to in time."
"what do you mean?"
"I mean, I skipped yesterday and the day before, because of the serious lack of privacy …I ..I couldn't pump. But I must have left it on because its dead. Burnt out! And now I feel like I'm going to burst and I don't know how I will be able do all of that ridiculously bouncy, crumpy choreography not designed for a lactating white girl… without …some serious pain! "
"Rachel, how long has this been going on?"
"Since…since puberty. I've been pumping off the fullness since puberty, once or twice a day."
Santana looked at Rachel's' taut nipples- her breasts were so full and pendulous that they had flattened out against the contur of her aroela..and the nipples were larger…fuller…and they looked darker than Sanata remembered them to be. Engorged, they had almost a reflective sheen to them. It did look painful. And Santana could see the glistening drop of white starting to ooze from Rachel's nipple of her very full left breast.
Rachel's horrfied, doe-eyes looked up at Santana meekly.
And, Santana, without even thinking, without knowing what she was doing, was doing it. Without a word, she crossed the small space that was left between them and bent reflexively down to Rachel's chest. With a sigh, she pulled Rachel's sweater all the way over her head and off, pushing the girl down to the floor, while she latched on to her chest and that taut nipple. Unsure, she just pursed her mouth, and sucked it in..that beautiful mound…that rose-brown tip…using her tongue to swirl and stroke the nipple from underneath and massage it forward…willing the tip to project into her mouth…and then… a taste of sweetness startled her.
Rachel had began to flow, slowly, into Santana's mouth.
Inspired, Santana redoubled her efforts and found Rachel readjusting Santana's jaw and head to angle her…better. To better latch onto her.
"Wider, San. Open your mouth wider."
Santana found herself sweating. Did it get hot in here?
Without a word, she complied. She opened her mouth all the way , and re-latched. She took practically the who breast into her mouth and she sucked. Hard.
And then she felt it…the letdown.
A flood of sweet milk entered her mouth, and Santana groaned as she swallowed. Rachel , gasping, was stroking her breast so it would flow directly into Santana's mouth, faster.
"Oh, God, Santana…that feels amazing. Oh…oh, God!"
Santana thought she was going to die. She had never tasted anything so amazing in her life.
Santana kept her ministrations with her mouth up, increasing her pace as the panting of the smaller girl underneath her was tearing her up. She swallowed again, and as she audibly gulped, she felt her own heat in her legs rise and wetness unmistakably pool between them.
She angrily sucked harder, wanting more. Wanting more of that delicious taste and hearing those sounds unlike any other come from Berry's mouth. Desire. Hot, needy, desire. For her. For her mouth, on her, to be precise. She was making the tiny singer make those guttural noises of desire. With her mouth. On Rachel.
"please…"gasped Rachel, "the other one, San. Please. I'm begging yo-"
She was interrupted by Santana roughly sucking up the other nipple, sliding it through her teeth roughly into her mouth. It was met by the hard flick of the tip of her tongue switching methodically across it.
"AAarrggh. Oh god! Santana, ohmyfuckingGod…"
Santana didn't speak. She was intent on forcefully sucking every last drop out of Rachel Barbra Berry…and into her mouth…because she had never tasted anything like it before.
Rachel tasted so fucking good.
She wanted every drop, and she could tell the girl below her wanted her to have it.
Rachel started stroking Santana's hair, then slowly began to grip it…finally pulling her down harder against her breast. She silently willed Santana to continue to work her amazing mouth across her chest again. The nipple was already angry red, and so obviously sore from her ministrations. Then, Rachel let out a final sigh, and released the grip on her hair.
"I…I think you drained me, Santana. I think I'm completely dry. Probably for the first time, ever."
Santana ignored her, and just redoubled her efforts on the breast she was nursing from. She sucked harder, if that was even possible. Her lips curled around the full and pebbled nipple, and she opened her mouth wider and took in Rachel's entire areola with a fervor into her mouth.
"Hey, what are you doing? I said, I'm dry, and …oh, …ohmigod…"
Santana sucking, demanding, on her empty teat was like nothing Rachel ever felt before. Her tugging at the empty teat was even better than the rush she felt when Santana forced her to letdown. Rachel's thoughts were interrupted by the intensity with which Santana's hands were kneading her other breast and tweaking the nipple tip. The feeling caused a warmth deep inside…Rachel couldn't tell where it started, it was so intense…maybe the inside of her pussy? It began to spasm and both nipples felt like white hot fire was shooting right through them. And Santana still kept fiercely sucking on her…She grabbed her hair, clenching the Latino's ponytail, knotting in her fists.
"Nnngiyghah…ah ..God! What are you doing to me?"
It felt so….good. So hot.
Santana's eyes flicked up and met Rachel's hungrily. She stopped, momentarily, but kept her lower lip firmly connected to Rachel's angry nipple while she spoke. "I'm tricking it. You. Your body. I'm making your body think I need more…"
"WHAT?" Rachel's' eyes flew open.
"I keep sucking, after you're drained. You tell your brain to tell your body to…make more for me. To feed me. Supply and demand."
Rachel's eyes hazed over, glassily taking in the girl below her still sucking on her.
"San….tana…aaah! While there is no denying the feeling emanating from your mouth as that of a pleasurable sort, um…ahh. Oh, God…" She closed her eyes gripping Santana's head, closer.
Santana's lips continued to work, bearing down on the swollen bud.
"…but that is the exact opposite of what I needed you to do. I don't need more, I need less!"
Santana paused finally, raising her head. She looked at the flushed girl panting above her.
"Hmmm. Well. We have a problem then. Because I think that it is EXACTLY what I need, you see."
With that, she set her laser focused gaze directly on Rachel's' hazy stare, penetrating what felt like to her soul. Simultaneously, she slid her hand down past Rachel's beltline, moving her thong (WTF?) to the side. With the tip of her index finger, she felt it immediately.
Her heat.
Her wetness.
Rachel Berry was all kinds of turned on.
Santana slid one solo finger across Rachel's damp folds, opening her up, spreading her wider while circling the rim of her opening. Rachel felt her hips bucking inadvertently.
They could hear faint footsteps down the hall. Damn!
"When I come back for you, Berry," Santatna said with a low hiss,"…don't expect THIS." She gently pushed the tip of her one finger into Rachels' opening. The feeling was…unbelievable. She could feel herself practically coming undone.
"…no, dear. When I come back, I'm slamming my entire fist into you. Hard."
Rachel's eyes went wide.
"What?"
"Then, I'm going to pull out, and twist my fist around in your opening hole. Then, I'll push in again."
Rachel thought her heart skipped three beats.
Santana let a slow grin creep across her face for effect. "You see, I want to stretch your opening, as wide as I possibly can. I want to open that hole of yours, Berry. I want to crack it… open it… wide, right before me. And then I'm going to ram my fist back into you, deep. Deep and hard. Your body will think you've given birth. Vaginal stretch receptors, don't you know. And then…"
She leaned in closer, so their lips were almost touching. Rachel couldn't take her eyes off of them, those red lips that had labored on her throbbing nipples for almost twenty minutes, now. Ohmygod….
"…then, dear Rachel…you will make all kinds of milk. Just for me. Only me. And I will start to drink from you, every day . Many, many, times. And at nighttime, too. You'll probably beg me to stay over, eventually probably every night just to feel sated. Sated from above and below…"
Rachel gasped.
Santana continued. "… Eventually, your breasts will respond so much to me, just me,with just a look, my voice, my lips…your need to have me on you…feeling that rush of my sucking you and draining you completely… that you'll be able to squirt your milk into my mouth without my even having to touch you."
Rachel felt her nipples twinge. Santana let her lips fall down, and finally graze those of Rachel's, which were parted with shock. It was a soft and gentle kiss.
They heard the door crack open.
"Hello?"
The rest of the team had returned. Santana cast a quick glance and looked down at the shocked little diva, her little diva, below her. She stood up slowly, smiling, as she wiped her mouth from above with great and deliberate satisfaction.
End of Chapter 1. That's it. The end. The other stuff was a shout out.
Chapter 2 pending. After I defibrillate myself.
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