After the traitors had been thoroughly 'convinced' to crawl back to their master with Noah's message–well, just the ones that survived–we found a relatively dry spot under a sprawling willow tree a few hundred yards from the riverbank.
I sat down on a smooth stone, sighing as I pushed aside my tunic to let the cubs latch on. My breasts were already starting to feel that familiar, heavy throb again. Being a walking buffet for three growing predators was a full-time job, even in the middle of a political coup.
"There you go, you little gluttons. Suck up." I whispered, wincing slightly as Raiden latched on with more enthusiasm than necessary.
Guess they were already so hungry but the adrenaline from the battle just now, didn't let them yelp.
So now, my breast has to suffer.
While they drank their fill, I pulled a strip of dried meat jerky from my pouch and started gnawing on it. It was tough, salty, and exactly what I needed to keep my brain from turning into mush.
