"Can I ask you to do something odd tonight?" Rosaria asked him.

Aether wanted to tell her that he'd already done so many weird things in the dreamscape that he didn't see how she could top it. And yet, sitting atop the bed with her, he noticed Rosaria shifting her thighs. Whatever she wanted to ask, it must be personal.

Aether took her hands in his and nodded.

Rosaria gulped.

"The dreamspace lets us do anything we'd like. There's something I'd like to try." She averted her gaze. "May I please breastfeed you?"

His mind went blank for an impressively long six seconds.

Breastfeed?

She brushed a strand of her hair awkwardly.

"Before you say no, please just hear me out." Rosaria's face grew somber. "You know about my… my problem. I'll never lactate outside of here. I want to try it. Please?"

His heart panged. His poor girlfriend… Rosaria sometimes acted aloof, but she could be a maternal, loving woman. She would've been such a good biological mother in a gentler world. As her partner, the very least he could do was fulfill those fantasies.

Breastfeed. From Rosaria.

The idea was so weirdly erotic honestly. He started actually loving the idea.

"Rosaria," he said, "it would be my honor."

Her eyes sparkled with excitement. Rosaria grasped his shoulder, gently guiding him to lie flat across the bed. Then, she leaned over him, her upper body resting lightly on his. With a subtle tap on her dress, the garment vanished, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. Rosaria unclasped her bra and positioned her breasts by Aether's face.

He opened his mouth and latched onto her nipple. Nothing.

"What do I do?" he asked.

"Just suck on it."

Aether weighed the pros and cons. On one hand, this was bizarre. On the other hand, sucking Rosaria's tit would be so freaking sexy. Plus, she wanted this.

Working his lips, Aether sucked. Out of the tip came a rich, creamy milk into his mouth. It wasn't like storebought milk; it had this sweetness to it like almonds. But there was more. Corny to say, but the taste reminded him of Rosaria. The rich, savory flavor of steak, the subtle complexity of a cold-cut platter, and the tender meat of a sweet madame grilled in butter and broth.

As she stroked his hair with her long fingers, gentle nails glided across his scalp, soothing him like a contented kitten. With her other hand, she cradled his chin, her gaze meeting his in a tender moment. Looking up into those pale orange eyes, full of love, an unusual sensation stirred within him.

It felt like he was drinking her, soaking up every wonderful thing about her. He couldn't get enough. Aether put a hand on the breast, holding it steady.

"Eager, I see," she said with a chuckle. "Do I taste that good?"

In lieu of an answer, Aether lapped the milk from the tip of her nipple.

"This feels … nice," she said. "It's like I'm giving myself to you."

All this nipple-sucking gave him a weird hard-on. Weird, in the sense that it wasn't just sexual arousal. Deep down, he had this sense of love. The kind of love where you felt safe enough to share your life with another. That was the word for it: safe. In her arms, he felt safe.

He parted from her; lips white with milk. She wiped a little bit from his chin.

"Rosaria," he whispered. "You're going to be a wonderful mother to our foster girl."

"Yeah, too bad I can't do this for her."

"That doesn't matter," he said. "This is an act of love, but it's not the only one that makes someone a mother. And it's not the only way to show someone you love them."

Rosaria smiled. Grabbing his chin, she directed him to her other breast. While he drank her up, she grabbed his cock between her feet and stroked him up and down. He moaned and sucked, utterly lost in the sensations of warmth.