Milk

"Hmm," Ivan pondered, considering the situation at hand. The mobster he'd only heard gruesome stories about was certainly starting to live up to them, surpass them even, in fact. "Leah, I'd say we should leave the city, but you know how tight the government is these days. I think we should lay low here for a while. If your father's men come, I'll deal with them," he assured her. Of course, Ivan had little experience in that kind of scene. Yeah, he knew had to fire a gun, but those had been warning shots; he'd never actually been in a gun fight, but now this woman was his responsibility, and he didn't want her to think he was a twat who couldn't protect her.
 
Leah nodded, hugging him again, wanting to stay in his arms. He was risking his life for her, though he had known her less than a day. "I wish everyone were as kind as you. What you're doing... You've saved me from an awful life. I just wish I could do something for you."
 
Ivan blushed at her words. If his old friends from college could see him now they'd be laughing hysterically. Risking everything for this girl he didn't even know...what a fool. But she was easy on the eyes, and there was something about her that made him feel obligated to protect her. Still, she wasn't the sole reason for his actions. It was for the good of society! With her help, perhaps he could find a cure. She wasn't a complete burden on him, but could prove to be an asset.

"...I just wish I could do something for you," Leah admitted, hugging him tightly. Had she read his thoughts? Ivan decided what with that opening, there was no way he could miss this chance.

"Well, there is something... something that might help me find a cure," he told her, looking intently into her eyes.
 
"Well, there is something... something that might help me find a cure," he told her, looking intently into her eyes.

Leah nodded, staring up at him. "Of course. Anything you need. Believe me, I'd love to find a cure and stop all of this. If I can help you find a cure, then there's nothing I wouldn't do. I'm guessing this is going to require me taking some of the drug though." She paused, biting her lip, unsure if she could do it. But thinking back on what milk had done to the world and how it had been used against her, she realized she wanted to do it. She wanted it to end and this was her chance. "I'll do it. I want to help you."
 
She sounded so sincere, so willing, that Ivan almost backed out of asking. The way she'd spoken of her experiences with the drug had seemed horrific, he doubted she'd willingly put herself through that again and...

To his great surprise, she guessed his request before he'd asked. "You'd drink the milk?" he asked, disbelief evident on his face. "I-this is wonderful!" he exclaimed, probably sounding odd. It wasn't that he wanted her to feel so vulnerable, but he was glad to have found a trustworthy and willing participant.

He jumped from the bed and hurried to his workstation, only to return moments later with a vial of the substance. "This is a typical dosage of milk I bought at a drug store. A single dosage is contained in this vial. I'd... I'd like you to drink it all. Understanding the drug is the first step in finding a cure." From the way Ivan was talking, it was obvious he was a doctor. He was so intent on discovering it's effects, that he'd gotten himself all worked up.
 
"You'd drink the milk?" She nodded, taking a deep breath, a little nervous but determined. Someone had to stop this, and she was willing to make the sacrifoved needed for it. She could tell he was surprised, based on everything that she'd told him, but those experiences were exactly why she wanted to help. "I-this is wonderful!" Shr couldn't help but smile at his excitement. It encouraged her and made her less frightened knowing he wanted to find a cure so badly.

"This is a typical dosage of milk I bought at a drug store. A single dosage is contained in this vial. I'd... I'd like you to drink it all. Understanding the drug is the first step in finding a cure."

She took the vial, shaking her head sadly. "It's disturbing that you could get this so easily and legally." She took a breath before drinking it quickly, closing her eyes. Immediately the drug began to take effect. She laid back, trembling as her body became more sensitive to the touch, her breathing sharpening and becoming more like panting. She was a little scared, but the drug dazed her, making her mind focused on pleasure. She whimpered softly, rubbing her thighs together.
 
He nodded solemnly at her words. He too thought it was disturbing that milk was so easily accessible to the public. He remembered when he was a child, his mother would take him with her to the drug store to pick up prescriptions. Back then, most drugs you needed a doctor's order for, but nowadays the drug market was very lax, and any number of mind altering drugs were readily available to everyone.

Ivan watched as she swallowed the milk quickly, and observed interest piqued, as the drug immediately took effect. He grabbed his medical notebook and hastily started scribbling down what was happening. He sat at his desk chair across from her. She was on the bed, but her body was not still. With each passing moment, her body trembled and her breath became shallow. Her eyes glazed over, and her body tensed up. It was remarkable! The drug hadn't even been in her system for five minutes, and she was already feeling this way.

"Leah, pay attention to me," he told her, directing her focus back on him. "Tell me everything you feel."
 
"Leah, pay attention to me," he told her, directing her focus back on him. "Tell me everything you feel."

Leah struggled to concentrate, her eyes squeezing shut. "I... My mind feels numb and fuzzy... I can feel every little thing..." She blushed as a moan escaped her, growing wet without anything to touch her. "Oh god!" Her head fell back and her back arched as she tried to speak. "I feel really sensitive and..." She cried out, her small hands gripping the sheets. It felt like torture, her whole body begging for release. She squirmed, her inhibitions lowering as she squeezed her legs. "Please! Oh god!" She blushed, her body tense
 
Ivan probably should have thought of just what giving her milk would entail beforehand, because now, with this writing, beautiful woman on his bed pleading for release, it was getting increasingly difficult to focus on simply observing. He wanted to hand the research to his assistant and climb in bed with Leah, help her find the release she so desperately wanted, again and again and again...

Only problem was, he didn't have an assistant, and Ivan was not going to take advantage of her, no matter how much she pleaded... no matter how much she moaned... no matter how hard his cock was getting inside his pants. Oh god... if there were a version of milk that affected males, surely he must've had some.

He averted his gaze from her, horrible form for research, but he couldn't stand to look at that flushed face any longer. His pen scratched frantically on the paper, writing down her jumbled account of how she was feeling. "Leah, I'm so sorry you have to feel this way..." Ivan muttered apologetically. He wondered if tying her to the bedposts would help, or dousing her in cold water. "Leah, is there anything I can do? Anything that can help? Erm... besides the obvious, of course," he said, cheeks heating at the very idea. But this was science! He couldn't mess up this experiment by fucking with the variables.
 
Leah could barely hear his voice, so focused on what she felt, getting lost in it. Without the pain from the bullet, there was nothing to distract her. She looked to him, resisting the urge to reach out and touch him. Ivan was attractive, and it wasn't the milk that had caused her attraction. Though his physical traits mesmerized her, his personality was what made her so needy for him. His kindness, respectfulness, and willpower made her want to run up and kiss him. Those feelings had already been there for him, but the milk brought them to the surface.

"Leah, I'm so sorry you have to feel this way..." She blushed, trembling on his bed as her chest heaved, closing her eyes as heat gathered in her loins. "Leah, is there anything I can do? Anything that can help? Erm... besides the obvious, of course."

Leah bit her lip, blushing deeply. "Please, just touch me? Please Ivan," she spoke quietly, her body quivering from need
 
Ivan groaned at her words, cock twitching in response in his pants. Fuck, they were getting increasingly tighter. Damn it! He banged his fist on the desk, trying to control himself. "Leah, I can't. You know that's just the milk talking," he told her, but god... how badly did he want her desire for him to be true! To be manifested by her own accord, for her to want him as much as she wanted him right now without the aid of milk....

He watched, torn, as she writhed helplessly on the bed, rubbing her thighs together and squeezing his sheets tightly. He hated seeing her like this. What kind of man was he if he didn't give this woman the release she so desperately craved?

A good man, that's what, his mind reminded him. You know she doesn't really want you. The milk made her crave any male, crave any male's cock sliding in and out of her, releasing his ejaculate into her tight little pussy. Ivan groaned again, hand gripping his thigh. He could only imagine how bad she must be feeling if he was so riled up himself.

Unable to resist her desperate moans and squirming luscious body any longer, Ivan approached the bed. "Leah... are you sure? Please, I don't want you to regret this," his hand reached out and tenderly brushed her flushed cheek.
 
"Leah, I can't. You know that's just the milk talking." Leah closed her eyes, trembling, part of her knowing that wasn't entirely true. This man was willing to risk his life for her. Couldn't he tell that made her care for him? She didn't want anyone else, just him. She needed him, needed him to touch her.

"Ivan, please!" She cried out, panting on his bed. She couldn't stay still, growing desperate, willing to do anything. "Please, I'll do anything you want." She was shocked by what she just said. Milk took away free will, leaving women as slaves to the men, willing to do whatever they asked in exchange for release. But god he was wonderful. Was it really just the milk making her so willing though.

"Leah... are you sure? Please, I don't want you to regret this." He was so sweet, so gentle when he touched her cheek, and she nodded, her hand moving to his cheek also. She kissed him gently, her hands moving over him
 
Fuuuccckk the way she panted his name, writhing around on his bed like a crazed dog in heat. "Please, I'll do anything you want," she offered and Ivan let out a sound of longing. He drew closer to her on the bed, hand running from her cheek to her shoulders, and down along her arm until he grasped her hand in his. She acted like this every touch was a gift from God.

"Leah I--" before he got a chance to finish, she'd leaned in and pressed her lips to his eagerly. The first contact was enough to make him want more. He leaned over her and sat on the bed, placing his chest over hers. Her lips were so soft, so warm and wet. Ivan parted them slightly with his tongue. He tasted some of the milk's residue on her tongue. It had a subtle, tangy taste to it, and it reminded him not to take advantage, not to go too far. No matter how much she begged him.
 
Leah closed her eyes as his hand moved over her arm down to her hand, squeezing it gently. She moaned quietly, parting her legs as he touched her gently. She couldn't get enough of him.

"Leah I--" Leah unknowingly began to grind her body against his, moaning into his mouth. She held him tight, her breasts pressed against him. Blushing, she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled then off of her body. A small hand reached between her tighs and began to rub. "Thank you Ivan," she smiled, kissing him deeply.
 
Ivan moaned as the woman pressed her body against his tight. Her supple breasts slid again and again against his chest, hard, aroused nipples abrading him deliciously. It wasn't enough for him, and more importantly, it wasn't enough for her.

She unbuttoned her jeans and slide them all the way down, revealing her cute, lacy panties. Leah's hand shot down her body, and she began to play with herself. Ivan nearly lost it right then and there. It was the most sexy sight he'd ever seen. "No, Leah," he began huskily, lowering his hand and replacing hers with his own, "let me." He rubbed his fingers against her damp panties. Jesus Christ he'd never felt a woman so wet before. He grunted into her hair and yanked her panties down, unable to wait any longer.

"Leah, I'm going to make it all go away. I'm going to make you cum, again and again, as much as you need until the milk is completely out of your system," Ivan informed her. Her parted her pink pussy gently and gingerly rubbed her opening. She was absolutely dripping. He moved his fingers back to her clit, rubbing softly. "Does it feel good, Leah?" he asked, beginning to rotate his fingers in languid circles around her small bud.
 
"No, Leah." Leah's eyes went to his surprised, blushing shyly as she looked up at him. Then she felt his hand and understood, letting hers fall to her sides, letting him play with her. "let me." Oh god, his fingers felt amazing. She tensed, squirming against him in pleasure, gripping his shoulders as her hips moved.

"Leah, I'm going to make it all go away. I'm going to make you cum, again and again, as much as you need until the milk is completely out of your system." The way he talked, his voice husky, made her heart race. She moaned as she stared into his eyes, his hands making her weak. "Does it feel good, Leah?" She nodded, her back arching. "Ivan," she cried out his name, wanting him badly. She kissed him happily, lovingly as he touched her
 
The way she said his name was a good enough indication of how he was making her feel, Ivan decided. He kissed her back passionately, tongue gliding against her. Her moans, lips, and the feeling of their bodies so close together had him aching for release as well. Pre-cum was already dripping from the tip of his cock, but tonight was about her. After being nearly raped and used by those men, she deserved to have pleasure soley devoted to her. Besides, her reactions were enough for him to feel pleasure himself.

He gradually increased the speed of his fingers on her clit, watching her reactions intently to find what she liked best. After this, if she still wanted more, he was going to finger her, then lick her, then repeat it all over again. He wanted to please her. After all, she had agreed to drink the milk, helping him out a great deal. Plus, pleasing her pleased him, made him grow hard and needy himself.
 
Leah panted as he went faster and faster, making her cry out with every breath she took. Her hips bucked as she bit her lip, clearly enjoying everything he did to her. "You're amazing Ivan," she whispered into his ear, moaning softly as the pleasure really grew. Suddenly she tensed before waves of pleasure crashed over her, causing a sharp cry to leave her mouth. Her juices spilled out and her body trembled, excited from her first orgasm. "Thank you Ivan," she said before kissing him passionately.
 
Ivan returned her kiss, and felt a rush of exhilaration as he watched her beautiful face contort in exquisite pleasure as her orgasm swept through her body. God, he wanted her to look like that when he was buried deep inside her, cock filling up that beautiful pink pussy of hers...

He had to hold himself back. What was he even doing? Oh yes, he needed to see if having one orgasm was enough to get the milk out of her system, or if it lingered and ran it's due course. He figured it was the second but wanted to make sure. Breathing deep, he asked, "How do you feel now, Leah? Is the milk still affecting you?" As he spoke he tried to resist touching her again, but his hand rubbed her abdomen gently, unable to help himself.
 
Leah lost herself in that wonderful kiss, focused on him and only him. It wasnt just lust in that kiss though. She was kissing him in a way that was loving and gentle, not simply attacking his mouth in only passion. There was real emotion behind her kiss. "How do you feel now, Leah? Is the milk still affecting you?" She nodded, sighing as he massaged her stomach. "Please don't stop what you were doing," she said quietly, kissing him repeatedly, her hand touching him through his pants
 
"Please don't stop what you were doing," she pleaded softly, reaching a hand out to stroke him through his pants. Ivan held back a groan and couldn't stop himself from bucking into her hand. Hearing her beg for his tough was one thing, watching her orgasm was another, and now feeling her hand against his erection, even with the two layers of fabric, was enough to make him turn more aggressive. His kisses turned deeper, more desperate and hungry and his hands began to roam upward to the curve of her breasts. He pulled of her shirt hastily so she laid naked beneath him. "I'll do you one better, Leah," he told her, slowly kissing his way down her delectable body.

As much as he longed for her to touch him again, he had to remind himself that this was about her. He wasn't sure how much she truly desired him, or if it were just the milk in her system. He didn't want to take advantage by stripping down and shoving his cock inside her, as much as his body ached to do so. He didn't want her to be angry or regret it if they did have intercourse. He wasn't going to force her to please him, but he could, and would, satisfy her every need. His lips sucked on her nipples, alternating between the two, as his fingers worked between her legs. He slipped one finger in, two, and curved them slightly. She was dripping wet with arousal, but she was still tight around his fingers.
 
Her body trembled below him as he kissed her, returning those kisses with as much passion as he gave. Leah moaned into the kiss, opening her mouth for him. *She clung to his body, writhing in pleasure. Her blush deepened when he pulled the shirt over her head. *"I'll do you one better, Leah." Her back arched as his lips went lower and lower, making her moan.*

She cried out as his fingers slipped inside of her, tensing with bent knees, her toes curling. They brushed her hymen as she circled her hips, gasping quietly. His touch was exquisite, and her body was on fire. "Oh Ivan..." She kissed him over and over again, smiling up at him. Unlike with the men in the alley, where her mind was distressed despite her longing for their touch, she wanted him not only physically but mentally as well.
 
Her cries of pleasure urged him on and Ivan smiled against her stomach as he worked his way down her body. He felt some resistance as his fingers slipped inside her. Evidently, she was a virgin. he didn't want to hurt her, so he only fingered her slightly, being careful but still forceful enough to apply just enough pressure to her g-spot to make her wild.

Soon, his lips descended on her beautiful pussy and he closed his eyes, pressing his lips to her clit, sucking softly. The act had more pre-cum leaking out of his slit and he ached to be inside her, but resisted, instead contenting himself with the taste of her delicious pussy and soft moans echoing throughout his bedroom.
 
Leah's hips lifted off the bed when she felt him press against a certain spot. Shed never felt like this before and she wanted to feel it again and again. Her pants became faster as he descended, his hot breath warming her skin. When she felt his lips on her, her eyes widened and she squirmed. He was sucking on her, and it was amazing. "God Ivan I want you." She couldnt stay still, her body hot and ready for him.
 
In truth, Ivan hadn't had a great deal of experience in pleasing women. He'd had his fair share of lovers yes, but no more than a number he could count on one hand. He loved deeply and honestly, and didn't like frivolous relationships, so when he fell for someone, he fell hard. And he was falling hard for Leah.

He licked and sucked at her clit as his fingers quickened their pace inside her pussy. It was a whole lot of instinct, a whole lot of lust that lead his actions. It was also in observing, keen ears listening to what swipe of his tongue or twist of his fingers made her the most wild. She told him she wanted him, and Ivan's cock twitched inside his pants. She was bucking her hips like crazy, so much so that Ivan had to hold her waist down with his free hand. He wanted her too, so badly.
 
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