As I indicated, Brin still nurses me regularly, though the need to keep me fit has long since passed. She just values this pleasure too much to forgo it. And rather than cradle me on the hard ground as she did in that cave she now actually takes me into her sacred bower for this. Still cruelly hogtied, I get to lie in her arms in that hammock, swinging gently back and forth in a slow fluttering of scented petals as I empty one giant breast after another.
I almost dare to believe the bond developing between us is mutual at these times. Goddess will sigh and murmur and even moan as I suckle her, occasionally actually stroking me contentedly. She has even been known to fall asleep thus. Then I snuggle in between her breasts and immediately drop off myself, reliving that night of stolen heav
