#breastmilk

Listen im trying very hard to search deep within myself to find a “no” but if Patrick verified the food safety standards im afraid my answer is yes

Galina Kurlat, March 19th, Bathwater, Breastmilk, 2023 Silver Gelatin Lumen Print 26 × 22 in | 66 × 55.9 cm with frame included

Most recently, the idea of lactation. I have never really found it sexual and wasn't the least bit curious about it until meeting my God, who might have a "slight" thing for tits. He has blessed me with strong appreciation for my tits that broke down any real limits around them. Being brainwashed is a wild experience. 😵

Christmas gift for @rainforestakiie and

@marthaluvsya

Adam sighed as he finished up getting ready for the day. At seven months a simple activity such as showering and getting dressed left him winded. Then again his bump was twice the size of last time. He even had Bel do an ultrasound sound twice just to make sure he wasn’t having twins. According to her he wasn’t, it was just a big baby. 

As he sat down at his vanity making sure his hair wasn't out of place he couldn’t help but smile down at his belly. His little girl was nestled deep within his womb, unaware of what was happening. He gave it a slight rub before pushing himself out of his chair. He grunted trying to find his balance. Once he was stable he went over and slipped on his white sandals. 

 Satisfied he made his way downstairs to where his husband and child were. Eden,his two year old, was being fed hot cereal by her papa. Or at least tried to as he kept making airplane noises trying to persuade her. 

Lucifer: Come on Eddie, my little flower, here comes the plane! Brrrrr

Eden merely wrinkled her nose and turned away.

Lucifer: Come on don’t you want to be big and strong? Like papa!

Adam: Or may her mama?

Adam said as he made his way to the dining table. Much to the delight of both father and daughter.

Eden: MAMA! MAMA! 

Adam: Good morning my little Eden.

He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and chuckled at her attempt to try and grab the front of his green, sun dress. 

Adam: Ah ah, Edie you're a big girl now. Big girls don’t drink mama’s milk. Babies do. Like your baby sister.

He demonstrated by placing a hand on his stomach and rubbing it. Eden pouted, upset she couldn’t have any milk. When Adam and Lucifer found out they were expecting again they knew they had to finally wean their daughter. It’s not as if she drank/ate nothing but from her mama’s breast but she was eating it alongside more solid food. When the baby was born she’d have Adam’s breast full time. 

So they started the weaning process. It wasn’t easy and it may have taken a while but she was soon starting to accept formula as a substitute. 

If only Lucifer was the same.

Turning to his husband he kissed him and went to his seat.

Lucifer: Now what would my darling, lovely Queen like for breakfast this morning? 

Adam: Not much, just some apple juice, and some sausage and bacon, turkey though not pork, some pancakes with whipped cream strawberries, and bananas, oh and do you mind if they're stuffed with Nutella?

Lucifer chuckled, his appetite had increased tenfold since the second trimester once the morning sickness wore off. And he was making up for it. He clicked his fingers and in second Adam’s meal was right in front of him. In mere minutes the meal was completely devoured by the Queen of Hell. Adam let out a small burp.

Adam: Thank you Luci

Lucifer: No problem my prickly muffin.

 I do not see myself as a child while on her breasts. Nor does she treat me like one. I love the feeling her breast on my cheek and her nipple in my mouth. I love how her embrace increases as she becomes aroused. I love knowing I'm giving her the attention she deserves.

 While I'm there on her breasts. I think of nothing else but our intimate time together. My stresses and anxieties fade away and I truly feel loved by her.