"Saheb," she whimpered, as he lowered his head.

He pressed his face into the valley between her boobs, burying himself in that warm, damp space where the cotton absorbed her heat. He rubbed his cheek against the side of one boob, feeling the fullness, the weight, the way the fabric dragged against his skin. He turned his head and pressed his open mouth over her nipple through the cloth, exhaling hot breath that made the wet fabric steam against her sensitive flesh.

"Oh!" she cried out, her hips bucking slightly off the bed. Her hands came up, hovering in the air, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.

"Quiet," he murmured against her boob, the vibration of his voice transmitting through the cotton. "I am examining. Feeling the tension... the fullness..." He moved to the other boob, pressing his face into the softness, nuzzling like a hungry animal seeking sustenance. "So much milk, Devika. Your body is overflowing. Can you feel how I press against you? How I must push to feel the resistance?"

"Yes," she sobbed, her hands finally landing on his head, her fingers tangling in his hair. "It hurts... it hurts so much, Saheb... please, can't you just..."

"Not yet." He lifted his head, looking down at her with an expression of feigned reluctance, of professional concern that barely masked his ravenous hunger. "I cannot proceed directly. It would not be proper. You are an innocent girl. I should not touch you so... intimately. Perhaps I should send you to a doctor. A midwife..."

"No!" Her grip on his hair tightened, pulling slightly. Her eyes were wild with desperation. "Please! I cannot go to a doctor... I have no money, no husband... you are the only one! Please, Saheb, don't stop now..."

"But my methods..." He let his hand hover over her breast, close enough that she could feel the heat of his palm radiating through the damp cotton. "They require me to touch your bare skin. To put my mouth on you. To suckle you like a baby. I cannot ask that of you. It would ruin you."

"I don't care!" She was arching her back now, pressing herself upward toward his hovering hand, seeking contact. "I am already ruined by this pain! Please... I beg you... touch me..."

The words he had been waiting for. The surrender he had orchestrated.

"If I do this," he said, his voice thick with triumph, "you must understand it is a binding thing. I will be your release. Your source of relief. You will need me every day. Every night. Your body will produce this milk constantly, and only I can drain it. Only my mouth can give you peace. Do you accept this?"

"Yes," she gasped, tears streaming down her temples into her hair. "Yes, Saheb. I am yours. Just... please..."

He smiled then, a predator's smile, and his hands moved to her blouse. The buttons were small, cheap things, and he did not bother with patience. With a sharp tug, he ripped the fabric open, sending buttons scattering across the floor like thrown rice. She cried out in shock, her hands flying to cover herself, but he caught her wrists and pinned them to the bed beside her hips.

"Thirty minutes more," he growled, his eyes devouring the sight of her bare breasts for the first time.

They were magnificent heavy and full, swollen to the point where the skin seemed translucent, blue veins tracing pathways beneath the surface like rivers on a map. Her nipples were large, dark brown, erect and leaking steadily, droplets of milk beading at the tips and running down the slopes of her breasts. The dark mole sat between them like a beauty mark placed by a generous god.

He wasted no time.

He descended upon her, his mouth finding the mole first, kissing it, licking it, before dragging his tongue down the valley between her boobs. He lapped at the milk that had pooled there, tasting her for the first time sweet and warm and impossibly rich. He pressed his face between them, rubbing his cheeks against the soft sides, marking himself with her scent.

"Saheb... oh god..." she moaned, her body writhing beneath him, her pinned wrists straining against his grip.

He released her hands she would not push him away now and moved to capture her mouth in a kiss. It was her first kiss, he knew, and he made it count, plunging his tongue deep, letting her taste her own milk that lingered on his lips, claiming her mouth as he intended to claim her body. She responded with innocent enthusiasm, her tongue tentatively meeting his, her hands coming up to clutch his shoulders.

From her mouth, he moved to her neck, sucking dark marks into the skin, nibbling at her collarbone, licking the hollow of her throat where her pulse hammered wildly. His hands working at the folds of her saree, pulling the fabric away until her stomach was exposed. He kissed her navel, his tongue dipping into the small hollow, feeling her muscles flutter beneath his mouth.

"The pain flows through your whole body," he murmured, his hands finding the ties of her petticoat. "To release it properly, I must touch you everywhere."

She made a sound of confusion as he pulled the saree and petticoat down her hips, exposing her lower body, but he was already kissing his way down her hip bones, the curve of her pussy, the top of her thighs. He pressed his face into the softness of her inner thigh, breathing deeply, then moved to the other side, kissing the mole on her hip that he had glimpsed so many times when she bent to sweep the floors.

"Saheb... what are you..." she whimpered, her legs trembling.

"I am preparing you," he said, his voice muffled against her skin. "Twenty minutes remain. I must ensure every part of you is ready for the release."

He moved back up her body, his mouth tracing a wet path from her hip to her waist, to the side of her breast, to her neck again. He kissed her lips once more, his handspressing her boobs gently, feeling them refill even as he touched them, the milk production relentless, driven by her body's confused hormones.

He pressed his face between her inner thighs without warning, his tongue finding the tight, dark entrance. She cried out, her body jerking, but he held her hips firm, licking and sucking at her pussy, his tongue pressing and circling, wetting her thoroughly. The sound was wet, sloppy, intimate and she buried her face in the pillow, her fists clutching the bedspread.

"Please... oh god... Saheb..."

"Now its time forrelease Devika.. I am going to drink your milk". He positioned himself over her right breast and latched on.

The sound was immediate and loud, wet suck as he sealed his lips around her areola and drew her nipple deep. Milk flooded his mouth, warm and thick, and he swallowed greedily, immediately sucking harder, his cheeks hollowing.

"Oh! Oh god! Saheb!" Devika cried out, her back arching violently, her hands gripping his head.

Suck... slurp... gulp... suck...

The sounds filled the room the wet rhythm of his mouth, the soft squelch of milk being drawn, her moans mixing with the crude noises of his feeding. He kneaded her breast with his hand, working the milk toward the nipple, milking her into his mouth.

He switched to the other boob without warning, latching on with equal ferocity, his free hand squeezing the first breast to coax more droplets. The milk seemed endless, her body producing it as fast as he could drink.

Slurp... gulp... suck... slurp...

"Please..." she was moaning, her hips moving restlessly, her legs spreading.

He lifted his head briefly, milk glistening on his chin. "You taste like heaven," he groaned, before returning to her boob, pressing his face deep, nuzzling as he sucked.

When her boobs began to soften, when the flow slowed to a trickle, he lifted his head. Her chest was stained with milk, her nipples erect and sensitive. But he was not done.

He stood, stripping off his clothes, revealing his thick, 12cm heavy cock straining upward. Her eyes widened at the sight, but he gave her no time to fear. He flipped her onto her stomach again, pulling her hips up until she was on her knees, her face pressed to the pillow, her ass raised and presented.

He slapped her again hard, sharp cracks that left her flesh jiggling and red. She cried out with each blow, her body tensing, then he was behind her, his cock pressing against her entrance.

"One hour," he reminded her, his voice guttural. "And now I claim what is mine."

To be continued in Part 3.....