The faint but sweet smell of coconut fills your nostrils.

With your eyes closed like this, your other senses have become so much sharper that little things like the scent of her conditioner, the slightly coarse texture of her full and fluffy hair through which you run your fingers and how the silken embrace of her white top caresses the side of your cheek no longer pass you by unnoticed. She’s warm - so incredibly warm. Not just her body, but her presence, and it projects such a comforting aura that there’s no place you’d rather be than here, loosely hugging Mio’s waist and resting your head against her upper chest.

After a few moments of silence the girl breaks her own with a soft chuckle. “Haha… Anon, what’s up? Everything ok?”

The wolfgirl’s fingers settle on the back of your head and she calmly plays with your hair, massaging your scalp softly, and on occasion uses her long fingernails on your skin, forcing a full-body shiver out of you that sends all the hairs on your back straight up. Mio’s legs rest on both sides of you while you kneel just in front of her, your own arms supporting her midsection from behind whereas her upper body is comfortably resting against a pile of soft pillows at the base of the headboard. This is the perfect position to be doted on by your lovely wolf wife.

“Yeah… just tired.” You respond through a sigh, simply melting against her comforting presence. “Work’s been rough lately. Too many things piling up, you know?” Bringing your nose closer to her skin, you take another short whiff of her scent.

“Yoti yoti... “ She giggles softly, planting a short, loud kiss on the dome of your head. “Let me know what I can do to make my hardworking hubby feel better, okay?” You can’t see it, but you know she’s smiling softly at you, to which you respond with one of your own.

“Well, there’s one thing…” Finally, you open your eyes and look up. Mio’s beautiful hazelnut ofbs are looking at you intently, fawning over you so deeply they make you wonder if it hasn’t been a dream all along. Mio nods, waiting for you to continue. “You know, the thing…”

Quickly, her eyes go wider and a blush forms in her cheeks. The innocent smile she had in her lips before turns shaky, as if she’s fighting back a number of opposing emotions. She closes her eyes, inhales deeply and then exhales, calming herself a bit before her half-lidded eyes meet yours once more. With a catty yet still so characteristically sweet smile, she finally responds: “Aaah, the thing… I see, I see. The thing, right?”

Mio’s breaths have accelerated a bit, and you can feel her chest move up and down, pushing you further then closer again as she exhales. Her legs shift a bit around you, squeezing your sides lightly while she fidgets a bit, grabbing a handful of your hair and keeping you in place. It doesn’t take very long until the fabric of her pearly white top begins to darken at the tip of her breasts; it’s very faint initially, but after a minute or so of silent goading, Mio’s shirt has been soaked through by her breastmilk. The wetness of the fabric makes it see-through and form-fits against her body, and thus the imprint of her nipple is so anatomically accurate she might not even be wearing anything at all.

You lightly squeeze her waist and give her a smirk. “Mmm, that’s my girl… even mentioning it gets them ready to go now, huh?” Your hand pets the small of her back while you blow lightly against her reddened face.

“Haa… You’re mean, you know?” Her breaths start to normalize now, though more blood rushes to her cheeks. “You trained them so much that they start leaking the moment I start thinking about being milked…” With your hair firmly in her grasp, she gives your head a playful tug just before returning to lovingly pet and caress your head and neck with her soft, small hands. “What will you do about it, huh? I don’t want to ruin my new clothes, you know…”

You grin, moving your head closer to her right breast and giving her wet tip a sniff. “It smells delicious.”

The wolf blushes heavily. “I-it doesn’t smell at all, okay!”

“It smells sweet, like the source.” You plant a short kiss right on Mio’s collarbone, meeting her skin through the mesh portion of her blouse. “If you don’t want to stain your clothes, though, can you lift it for me?”

“M-me?” She looks down, then averts her gaze. “Mm… I guess I can. Your hands look busy, after all.”

When she finishes, her hands finally part ways from your head and find their way towards her waist, where she quickly undoes the button of her skirt as to loosen it, hooks onto the hem of her blouse and begins to ride it up her body - first exposing her perfectly soft navel and belly button, finally bunching up just below her soft medium-sized breasts.

You push yourself off to give her enough space to maneuver, and after a bit of massaging the edge of her top is finally free form the weight of her boobs, which fall back against her ribcage with light ripples once free from their cage. She simply holds her top just above her chest, keeping her tits exposed and ready for you. “T-there… happy?”

You smile, reach up and give her a short peck on the lips before pulling back. “Than I’ve ever been before.”

A shaky grin forms in her lips. “Sweet-talker, you.”

Your eyes shift to both of her perfectly-sized orbs; despite no stimulation whatsoever, droplets of alabaster liquid spring from her stiffening nipples, and turn into rivulets that follow the contour of her curves whenever they grow too large. It’s mesmerizing to watch as the simple expectation of breastfeeding gets the naturally motherly wolf in this state, so ready and eager to please. Mio’s legs squeeze you again and she fidgets while the secretions only grow in size and speed, her eyes glued to you while she chews on her lips, visibly flustered and frustrated.

“Mm... I guess if I can sweet talk you it’s only because...” You extend your tongue and quickly trace the entirety of her breast, beginning at the mammary fold where you scoop up as much of the spent liquid as possible, then over her nipple and finally at the upper edge of her chest, slurping up all you can find into your mouth. “It’s because your milk is so sweet.” Making a show of it, you swallow loudly, much to your wife’s adorable embarrassment.

“Neee… Enough teasing already. It’s starting to… feel painful, you know?” One of her hands meets the back of your neck again, and in her usual delicate manner, she brings your face back onto her teat.

“Yeah yeah, I got it…”

Mio moans softly when you part your lips and take her swollen nipple into your mouth - and before you can even apply much suction, the roof and inner lining of your cheeks gets peppered by a light spraying of the chalky, white fluid she produces, giving you an immediate sampling of its flavor. Mio’s is sweet - though you can’t quite say you know what other women’s breast milk tastes like. Not overpoweringly sweet, but just enough to make up for the slight tinge of zest it carries from being rather diluted unlike cow’s milk. The texture is a bit chalky, but it still glides down your greedy throat like the smoothest wine on Earth.

Finally you give her a nice and long suck, to which Mio responds with a high-pitched yelp and a tightening of the grip her thighs have around your midsection - but her teat responds as expected by lining your mouth with streams and streaks of nourishing fluids until the explosion dies down into a trickle and you swallow, applying a deliciously tight pressure around the very tip of her nipple with your lips.

Once your maw reopens and the entire nipple makes its way back inside, the tip of your tongue circles and flicks the stiff nub, more to give your lovely wife another helping of pleasure than to goad more of her fluids out. She tightens her grip on your hair again, and when you begin a gentle, rhythmic sickling motion against her teat, her motherly instincts kick in and she relaxes against the pillows, caressing your hair lovingly. In turn, you begin to relax your own body as the smell of her skin and the taste of her fluids fills your senses. Soon, a warmth begins to form in your stomach and further and further you melt into your lover’s embrace.

“Yoti yoti…” She whispers, fingers combing through your hair. “You’re doing great…” Her palm runs flat from your forehead down to the base of your neck, sending shivers down your spine once more.

You sigh in relief, all the stress of the day beginning to melt away. Pulling away from her breast with a loud, wet pop, small splatters of milk invariably make it to your outer lips and cheeks, though you don’t mind. Taking a few moments to catch your breath, you look up to be met with the most placid, loving expression she’s ever shown. It’s almost criminal how deeply you lose yourself in those eyes and that soft smile. Mio blows softly in your direction, then giggles. “Satisfied already?” She blushes lightly at that question.

You return her smile, then shake your head. “Not in a million years.” Quickly you lurch at her other breast and quickly take it into your mouth. Mio is busy caught between giggling and moaning, but she continues to aggressively pet your head and hair while your lips extract more of her sweet nectar out of her swollen nipple. Here, too, her heavy breast is happy to provide with abundance and you soon find your mouth overwhelmed and full, having to swallow multiple times to down the harvest of a few quick suckles.

“That’s a goo- Hahn… Good boy…” Her sweet voice continues to fill your ears with encouragement and love, and the hunger for more of her grows stronger still. You push your head deep against her body, squashing your face against her teat and flattening it against its bony backdrop, which forces a pained yelp out of the wolf. But your reward is a heavy and lengthy spray of milk that reaches to the back of your throat, and with a few more wide gobbling motions from your jaw, your suction manages to extract even more than her other, now nearly emptied-out tank.

By now, Mio’s sweet whispers come out as just mere blabbers and incoherently disjointed words. You can feel her body tense up under you and your lower abdomen that’s been glued to her nethers this entire time sports a large wet patch as she grinds her hips against you amidst your milking session.

Popping free from her breast and looking up at her to meet her hazy eyes and lazily drooping tongue, the wolf mama’s expression lights a fire in you, and you slowly remove an arm from under her, placing it against her thigh much to her surprise, yelping and shivering at your touch.

“Hah... “ Mio looks on curiously, fidgeting under your touch and getting caught between scratching at your scalp and lovingly petting your hair.

You grin, licking your lips from a few droplets of her milk just as your palm traces its way up her leg towards her navel. Your ring and middle fingers press just below her belly button, lightly at first to be met with a contraction of her abdominal muscles. “Hooh… Is it here?” You circle your fingers there, observing her expression.

Mio tilts her head to the side, unsure what you’re getting at, but doesn’t respond.

“Or maybe…” You reach lower still, halfway between her mons and belly button and again press down. Your wife’s honey-colored eyes go wide and she turns pale for a moment before moaning sweetly. “It’s here isn’t it?” Having found her womb, you caress it with the tip of your fingers, circling just above it.

“W-wait, no… don’t…” Both of Mio’s hands stop what they were doing to hide her face from you, melting from a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. “That place…”

Driving the point home further, you take her other breast back into your mouth and return to lightly suckling on it, running your lips wide around her soft flesh until it’s tightly wrapped just around her tip, then perform the same motion over and over. The combination of milking her and caressing her womb makes her twitch and contort all over the place, finally crossing her legs around your lower back and holding you in place with an unusual level of aggressiveness. “Hah… Do you like that? This place?”

“Uuuuh….” Mio just vocalzies a complaint, her chest heaving from her short, quick breaths.

And as expected, as soon as you’ve begun to appeal to her instincts, the tit that had almost run dry begins to leak and spurt all on its own again. Another mouthful of her motherly nourishment makes it to your stomach again. “Mio, I’ve been thinking…” You playfully bite at her swollen, raw nipple. “Maybe it’s time we put a bun in this oven, you know?” You look up to see her wide-eyed and looking straight down at you through her fingers, a blush going from her beautiful forehead all the way down to the base of her neck.

“W-w-what are you saying?” Her legs squeeze you hard, her body a lot more honest than her mouth.

“Yeah, that way…” You give her other breast another suckle, catching the droplets that began to form there, too. You give her womb another light press. “You’ll always have someone to empty out your tanks, right?” Yet another unprovoked spray right between your lips.

“B-but… Hah… hah... “ Her hazy eyes may as well be looking through you, now, with how dreamy you’ve made your lover with that suggestion. “W-what if the baby drinks it all?”

Swallowing again and giving her a wide smile, you respond: “I’ll just have to keep coaxing more and more out of you then, right? I’m sure you can make enough for both of us.”

With that, you truly apply pressure to her lower abdomen and squeeze her hard, grinding your stomach against her clothed nether lips. Finally her body trembles and convulses, first lightly then more strongly until a high pitched moan followed by a series of short, heavy exchales out of her. “Hah, I can’t… I’m… It’s too much!”

Mio’s head tilts back and she crosses her arms over her face so as to hide it from view, though that’s not a very effective way of hiding her peak when you can feel the force of her girly fluids hit your lower stomach and how tightly her legs wrap around you. Her body convulses from head to toe and even her breasts shudder hard enough that weak spurts of milk fly out to splatter against your face and chest throughout her orgasm, peppering you in her white cream.

With a satisfied smile, you lay your head back against her chest, bringing a nipple back into your mouth to lazily suckle on and capture the last few droplets that your wolf wife has to give. With your stomach nice and full already, this is more out of greed and yearning for her taste than thirst. Though you’d drink yourself into a coma if she produced enough of it.

After another minute or so, Mio begins to be able to form coherent sentences again, and her arms flop back down to rest on your shoulders, and it’s not long before she has her hands on the back of your head once again, running her fingers through your hair and caressing your scalp.

“Wah… that was…”

“Good?” You ask, flicking a nipple with the tip of your tongue.

“Mm…”

“So… Do you want one? A baby?”

Your eyes meet again. Mio blushes lightly, but returns your gaze with determination and a twitchy smile.

Milk begins to leak out of her involuntarily once again, slowly but surely.

“If you give me one... “ Her smile solidifies.

You smile back, then lay your head on her chest, not minding just how much of her alabaster milk coats your face and hair in the process.

“I’ll give you a bunch, Mio.” You snuggle up against her chest and she hugs your head. “I love you.”

“Mm… I love you too…”

…

“But… until then, keep milking me, okay?” She whispers and pushes you against her leaking teat.

“Yeah, with pleasure…” You respond just before her nipple disappears between your lips to the sound of her soft, loving giggles.