{Chapter 18: Omelettes and milk}

I roll and look at Vanilla. She’s sleeping peacefully. I snuggle up to her and hug her. I hear someone in the kitchen. I smell fishy deliciousness. I share my energy with Vanilla. How am I doing these things?!

Vanilla coughs, a cute little sound that warms my heart. She opens her eyes and looks at me, snuggled up to her. She’s blushing a little. “You okay?”

She nods. “Sorry I almost got you killed…multiple times.”

“What do you mean?”

“The fever saved you the first time. When I get angry, I feel Lucy’s nature tugging at me. Fear brings out Kaede’s.”

She pales. “Oh…”

“As for what you were trying to say before I went insane…It’s not your fault. However…future reference, if you’re gonna react like that, don’t do it where there’s other people, unless you can see them.”

She looks away in shame. “You do realize though…watching you two is what made me so hot. You could have at least tried to wake me up and invited me…”

She starts silently sobbing and hugs me. I hug her and scratch between her ears while rubbing her back. “I thought you were never gonna wake up! You were out for two days when I left!”

“Vanilla, I…don’t know what to say.”

She looks at me. Slowly, she smiles. She snuggles in. Quietly, she says, “Then don’t say anything.”

We lay there and cuddle for a few minutes in silence. “Vanilla, as much as I want to just lay here and cuddle, it smells like Chocola is cooking something fishy and delicious. I’m sure she’s worried.”

Vanilla giggles. “Jeez, you even master being a cat quickly!”

She closes her eyes. “But I’m too comfy.”

“Hmm…If you don’t get up, I’ll tickle you!”

She jumps out of bed. I do the same and realize that my clothes have been bleached of color. The lines are there, but faint. I also realize my pussy is still burning. She looks at me. In a concerned voice, she says, “Umm…Alex, you’re blushing…you okay? It’s not gonna happen again, is it?”

“I don’t think so…I had started to feel feverish a few minutes before you caught me…so if I think it’s gonna happen, I’ll warn you.”

Her eyes soften with a look of protectiveness. We walk to the kitchen. Chocola turns around as we walk in. “I thought I heard you…”

“What smells so good?”

“Shrimp and salmon omelets.”

Vanilla looks at Chocola. “Please tell me you made some for Alex…To deprive her of your cooking would be cruel…and especially of your seafood omelets.”

“I’ve never had an omelet with seafood, so I’m excited…and I’m not just saying that because I’m a cat!”

She turns around and goes back to cooking. “Come on, let’s give her some space.”

I throw myself on the couch.

“I’d recommend you finish eating before me and run…”

“Why?”

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself.”

I see it dawn on her as she puts it all together. “Wait…The fever…You were holding your pussy when you fell, or actually, you were holding it when you sat up, too. You also said that watching us is what made you so hot…just now, you said you might not be able to control yourself, and you’ve been blushing since we woke up…or maybe even since you passed out, if you wanna count the fact that you were flushed…and you said that we could’ve invited you. In other words, you’re almost as horny as me and Shea! From what I’ve heard, that’s not normal…”

She gasps. “There’s another reason for wanting to get out of bed, isn’t there?”

I blush harder and throw up my mental wall. Then I put on my poker face. So Chocola didn’t tell her, then.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about…”

She climbs up on top of me and straddles me. Her pussy is against my stomach. She backs up and lays down, still on top of me, so she can look me in the eyes. I blush and look away. I really want her to touch me…but that would void my argument.

“Are you sure?” She asks seductively.

I blush harder. If she keeps this up I’m gonna crack! On the other hand, she’s touching me, so yay!

She starts licking the slope of my neck. I shiver. “S-stop it! I d-don’t l-like it!”

Total lie.

She starts sucking the spot she was licking. My breathing gets heavier. “S-stop! It’ll leave a hickey! She’ll see!”

My resolve is crumbling. She pulls away. Thank god…

She palms my boob. I turn red and grab her wrist with both hands, trying to push her hand off of my boob. I look at her, tears in my eyes. “No! P-please…stop it! Don’t touch that!”

No…not like this!

I feel my mental wall cracking. She squeezes. “Kya!”

I cry out as I cum. I take gasping breaths. Tears stream down the sides of my face.

She sticks her other hand in my soaked panties. I whimper as she brushes against my pussy. She pulls her hand out, covered in my milk, and examines it. I blush even harder. “Don’t look at it, it’s embarrassing!”

“You came so easily…You’re in heat, aren’t you?”

“No!”

Is it even possible for me to blush harder than I already am?

She dips her hand back in my panties, but this time, she scoops the cum from inside my pussy. “No! Don’t stick your finger inside!”

She pulls her hand out and dangles her fingers above my nose. My eyes widen as cum starts flowing to the tips of her fingers. The terror destroys the rest of my mental shield. “No! If it gets on my face, she’ll see!”

She flicks her hand. Cum splatters on my face. “No!”

I start sobbing. She raises her fingers to her mouth. “No! Don’t!”

I turn my head and pale. Chocola is standing in the kitchen doorway, mouth agape, frozen in wide-eyed terror. I start sobbing even harder. Vanilla sucks the cum off of her fingers. Chocola whimpers. Vanilla freezes, fingers in her mouth. She slowly turns and looks at Chocola, then looks back at me. “P-p-please…stop touching me…”

She palms my other boob with her now cum-free hand. Tension coils behind my navel. “L-l-leave me alo-”

She squeezes both of them. “KYAAAA!”

I scream as I squirt. Cum sprays through my panties, then through my skirt. I’m trembling. “I’ll ask you again. You’re in heat, aren’t you?”

I stay silent. She squeezes them a little. “Uhnnn…”

I look at her with pleading eyes. In a voice that’s practically a whisper, I say, “N-no m-more, please!”

“Answer me.”

I shake my head. She squeezes a little more. “Uhnnn…”

I’m shaking as I try to hold it in. “I’ll ask one last time. You’re in heat, just like us, aren’t you?”

My embarrassment about her finding out about it disappears. I’d forgotten when Chocola had said she was in heat. They’re twins…meaning that Vanilla would indeed be in heat, too.

I look up at her and stop trying to push her hand off my boob, holding it there instead. I nod. Please…finish me!

She squeezes. I scream as I squirt even harder. I see white and stars as each contraction hits. Harder!

She moves so she’s straddling my leg. She presses her knee against my pussy and squeezes my boobs, hard. I scream for what seems like hours as I squirt again. My legs, her leg, and the couch are completely and utterly soaked in my thick, sticky, white milk. She lets go and gets off the couch, trying to leave me to my bliss, but I won’t let go of her arm. “Don’t…leave me…I might f-float d-down the river of bliss and never be seen again!”

She pulls her arm out of my grip, then kneels next to me. I struggle to reach up and touch her cheek, but manage it. She holds my hand there. I roll onto my side and hold my other hand up. She interlaces the fingers of her hand with mine. A few minutes later, it stops. I’m struggling to catch my breath. I lay there for a few minutes, gasping and heaving, trying to regain my breath. “That…was…so…worth…the torture…”

My voice comes out hoarse and barely a whisper. We hear a thud and look at Chocola. She’s sprawled in a massive puddle of her milk. She raises her head a little. She’s breathing almost as hard as me. “Breakfast…is done. Go ahead…and eat. I’ll be along…when my bones actually…exist…”

I manage a weak giggle and look at Vanilla. “Same here…but unlike her, I can’t even move my head.”

She looks at me quizzically, but lets go of my hands and enters the kitchen. I hear her start eating. Chocola slowly drags herself over to me. Everything below her navel is soaked in cum. She rolls onto her side. Our eyes lock. I stare into her soft, chocolate brown eyes. “I’d come down there and hug you, but I am, once again, immobilized. I really need to stop ending up like this.”

She giggles. I reach out to touch her face, but my arm isn’t long enough. Instead, she grabs it and yanks. I yelp and fall off the couch. The room shakes. She crawls over and hugs me. “It’s such a shame to let all this milk go to waste…If you want some, I have plenty.”

“So do I…”

I manage to roll onto my back. “We’re about the same height, if you crawl on top of me to eat me out, I should be able to eat you out…”

She does. She pulls my soaked, sticky skirt up, then pushes my panties down to my knees. Her pussy is about an inch too far. “I can’t reach…”

She scoots back a few inches and buries her face. I realize that I have no way to pull her panties down nor a way to lift my head to eat her out. She looks at me. “Oops…” She pushes her panties to her knees. “Lift your head, just for a few seconds.”

I shakily lift my head. She pulls up her panties, then holds them with one hand so they stay up. They prop up my head. She flips her skirt over my head. I gasp. Her legs are streaked with milk. I start lapping it up, and she does the same. I finish and trace lazy circles on her clit with my tongue. She’s slowly lapping mine up, savoring every drop. She laps as much as she can reach off of my legs. Then, she starts stroking my labia with her tongue. “Mmm…”

I realize I can sit up. “You can have your hand back.”

I’d free you from my panties, but you’re too tasty for me to stop eating you.

“Can’t you just kick ‘em off? I’m not in a position to obtain any leverage.”

Fine, but I’m punishing you afterward.

I slicken at the thought. She climbs off, then drops her soaked panties. She picks them up, then slingshots them into my face, hard.

I yelp and rub my cheek where they hit. She climbs back on top of me and starts licking the inside of my labia. I resume tracing circles on her clit. I palm each of her ass cheeks with one hand and start gently squeezing and releasing them. She moans into my pussy and starts tickling my clit with her tongue. (⪆w⪅)

I moan. “N-no, p-p-please! I-if I c-c-cum again, I m-might d-die!”

I start wriggling and writhing and trying to push her off, but she locks my head between her thighs. Her tongue quests further into my pussy. I stop struggling and try to catch my breath. Then, she finds my g-spot. “Kyaaaa! Nooo! Anywhere but there!”

I start sucking on her clit. It gets harder and harder to continue as she strokes my spot. “Uhnnn…stop, please!”

She strokes faster. (◠w◠) I cum, violently. I pull away as I climax but keep sucking. Then, the seal breaks and her clit breaks free. “KYA!!”

She sits up on her knees. (≳≲) Her pussy seals around my mouth and floods it with cum. (◓◡◓) Her asshole is against my nostrils. She starts grinding against them. Chocola? Mistress? Is it okay…(≧~≦)…if I sniff your asshole?