Archive of Our Own

"Sorry! I was held up," said Kay, out of breath, as she closed the door behind her. New Vale, their new village in the hinterlands of Kalay, was far from the sprawling multilevel expanse that their former home once was on the slopes of Mt. Aleph, but to answer a call on the grounds of medical importance created an effort from rushing that was not so different from climbing those erstwhile earthen stairways.

Jenna groaned from the bedroom. "Whoever it was that kept you, just leave them next time!"

"You don't sound well." Kay hung her coat on a hook by the door and began to cross the living room. "What's changed from yesterday?"

"You're the nurse. You tell me."

Kay entered the bedroom to find Jenna lounging topless, with her long auburn hair down, in an armchair as she grimaced at her exposed breasts, which were noticeably engorged. Not for a very long time had her breasts been small, to be sure, but rather than their usual round and sprightly selves, they seemed distended, swollen, and tinted red. A few drops of milk decked her areolas. "You're not clogged, are you?"

"Far from it." Jenna gestured to the sleeping infant in the crib across the room. "Matthew had plenty, but I feel like I'm making milk faster than he can drink it."

Kay furrowed her brow. "It's a shame we don't have any other babies in the village at the moment, or you could help nurse them too. Garet and his wife are expecting, but I think they're still a few months—"

"Kay, please. My breasts feel like they're going to burst. The last thing I need is to think about your brother."

"Yes, of course. Have you tried expressing the milk?"

Jenna looked at her blankly. "Expressing?"

"You know, like—" Kay caught herself. Like milking a cow was more or less true, but Jenna, having been svelte and strong most of her life—especially following her journey with Felix—had been quite sensitive about the changes in her body's shape while she was pregnant. It was mostly back to its usual and quite attractive form, minus some muscle and plus some breast volume, but it was kinder to speak with care here. "Well, like squeezing it out."

"Why not just say 'squeezing' then?" Jenna sighed. "Yes, I've tried that, but they're so sore. Don't you have a spell or a remedy you've learned that could make it go away?"

"You're a more talented adept than most of us by now, after all the experience you've had. If only we could've convinced either of your expert healers to settle with us here."

"Ugh!" Jenna covered her face with her hand. "I can't imagine what would be more embarrassing. Asking Mia to heal my breasts, or asking Piers."

Kay giggled, and Jenna laughed along in spite of herself. "How bad was the pain with Matthew earlier?"

"Well... not horrible. It was worse before he started suckling, at least."

"Then maybe we should just try to relieve it by... more ordinary means."

"But you said there aren't any other babies in the village right now."

"It doesn't have to be a baby. You know that."

"And you know as well as I do that Isaac's out of town."

"Yes, I know about his little cabin project with Garet. Just boys on their own little adventure, leaving their wives at home for Big Sis to look after." Kay smiled as she rolled her eyes. "Do you want me to spell it out for you, or would you like to think up a few more names to ask for help first? Perhaps Dora, or your own mother, or even—"

"Ew, Kay! No!" Jenna shouted.

"Shh. Let's not wake Matthew. You don't need your breasts and you ears to be in pain."

"This is too weird."

"No, it's not weird. It's just your body doing what it does, and it's a beautiful thing that you're able to feed your baby. Some women's bodies have trouble making enough milk. Yours is a little overeager, so you have too much for one little one to take on." Kay slid off the stool and knelt on the floor. She took Jenna's hand in her own. "Let me help you."

Jenna grimaced, closed her eyes over some welling tears to hold them back, and sighed. Her voice shrunk. "I guess you're right."

"Shall I get you any more cushions?"

"No, I'm fine. You can, um... we should get started."

Kay smiled. With a hesitance perhaps best attributed to reverence, she rose up on her knees and leaned forward, only to find herself obstructed by Jenna's knees and skirt. Jenna frowned thoughtfully at this, and spread her legs wider to accommodate Kay, which caused her skirt to slide up past her knees.

Kay felt a tingle of excitement at glimpsing Jenna's panties, but she kept her eyes up and pressed herself into place. Her mouth was mere inches from the nipple of Jenna's right breast. Fresh saliva enveloped her tongue. Her breathing, for a moment, synchronized with Jenna's.

"Kay?"

She excused herself from explaining by taking Jenna's nipple into her mouth and achieving a good latch. The flow of milk was immediate and pleasantly sweet, and Jenna's sigh of relief tickled her ears and scalp as she braced her hands astride Jenna's bare abdomen and her elbows against the armrests of the chair. Skin-on-skin contact lit up her nerves like a thick smear of stars across the night sky. She felt some relief of her own—at ease at last after running around the village all morning, mainly taking care of errands for Garet's wife, Melissa, who was in the midst of a rather difficult pregnancy. A chance to sit down, even awkwardly on her knees, was a welcome break.

Kay suckled for some time, enjoying a renewed heat that sparked from within her body when Jenna placed a hand on her head and stroked her hair, fingernails grazing her scalp hypnotically. She felt a wet spot beginning to grow on her panties. She craved for something to rut against. Jenna's thick, firm, travel-sculpted thighs, or a folded-over pillow, failing that.

She felt a tug on her ponytail and unlatched from Jenna's breast. "Is something the matter?"

"You have such nice hair." Jenna worked a finger into the ribbon tying Kay's hair back. The knot loosened. "Why not let it down?"

Kay's scarlet hair fanned out as the ribbon fell away, spilling over her shoulders and forward onto Jenna's chest. Jenna's hand guided her back, and she began to suckle again, and she drank until the flow slowed to a trickle.

Jenna heaved a deep sigh as Kay unlatched and sat back. "That's so much better."

"You're a little lopsided now," Kay said, giggling. "Are you ready for me to start on the other side?"

"Yes, but first," Jenna said, bracing herself on the armrests to stand. "I'd like to lie down."

"Oh, yes, of course," Kay said, shuffling out of Jenna's way on her knees and trying to hide her excitement. "Whatever you like."

Jenna lay in the middle of the bed and propped up her head and shoulders with a pair of lumpy feather pillows after beating them into shape with her fist. A sunbeam from between half-drawn curtains crossed her stomach, illuminating fine down hairs, a few modest stretch marks, and the returning tone of her abdominal muscles, driven by lifting and carrying baby Matthew every day.

Momentarily, Kay felt a twinge of disappointment at no longer being able to see up Jenna's skirt, but getting to behold the rest of such a radiant body was more than adequate compensation. And too, it was only fair; her own clothes were hiding the lust leaking from between her legs. Jenna's predicament was her own joy, perverse as such an idea was. Vale, as it had once been and having been refounded, had never lacked for attractive women, but Kay's admiration of Jenna rose above the rest since they were adolescents blooming on the foothills and foreslopes of Mt. Aleph.

"What are you staring at?"

"N-Nothing!" Kay said. "I... I was just trying to figure out how I should lie down with you."

"Kay, I don't care if you're on top of me as long as you finish helping me with all this milk."

Blushing at Jenna's brusqueness, she nodded, and she removed her shoes before straddling Jenna's legs. She felt a pang from her bladder. All that liquid intake was catching up with her, but she didn't want to keep Jenna waiting, especially considering that she might never be asked for such help again. She draped herself over Jenna's body and held Jenna's right breast toward her mouth with her fingers.

She began to suckle again, and Jenna loosed a quiet gasp. The milk flowed even more readily from this side. Kay supposed, in retrospect, she probably could have simply expressed the milk from Jenna's breasts herself, rather than resorting to such intimate means to minimize Jenna's pain. For all of the lovely things there were about Jenna's body, soft hands weren't among them, so it was little wonder that they only made Jenna's sore breasts worse. They were strong and attractively slender, but also callused and tough. Despite more than a decade of easier, simpler living in New Vale, a journey spent scaling mountains and swinging swords for more than a year had left some marks which would never fade completely.

Even during her pregnancy Jenna had still taken to battle. The twisted wildlife born of Mt. Aleph's eruption caused occasional problems in the village, and Mars Psynergy was just as hard on one's hands as a physical weapon when one wielded it like Jenna did. Kay wasn't some softhanded layabout either; she certainly had her share of calluses from working in the garden, but she had to admit her share was smaller indeed.

But Jenna's sighs and relieved moans were evidence enough for Kay that the self-serving aspect of her offer of help was offset by some modicum of pleasure for Jenna as well.

"Almost there, Kay."

Kay acknowledged this with a gentle nod. It was a good thing, too; she was running out of room despite having not had lunch that day. The pressure from her bladder had grown as well, but so too had her arousal, and Jenna's fingernails continuing to graze her scalp had made sure of that. She wanted, just as desperately as she'd wanted to rut against Jenna's thighs, to unbutton her blouse and feel Jenna's warm skin against her own bare chest. Over years of will-they-won't-they village gossip about Jenna and Isaac, which had reached an all-time high while they were both away, Kay's pining had turned from idle daydreams about holding hands in the garden or atop the Psynergy stone on the island in the plaza reflecting pool into late nights waiting for her family to go to sleep so she could slip out for some privacy.

That training stone Garet had crushed her plants with all those years ago had made for adequate shelter from wandering eyes as she touched herself and whispered Jenna's name reverently to herself. She had to remember to feign a certain grouchiness about the incident when he apologized for it upon his return, for in truth she had come to regard it as a blessing.

The flow of Jenna's milk finally receded, and Kay rolled onto her side to admire Jenna's breasts, now more like their usual selves, although still a bit puffy and red.

"It's so nice having you around, Kay," Jenna said. "My breasts haven't felt better since before I was pregnant."

"They look better too," Kay said, quickly raising her gaze to meet Jenna's eyes. Her bladder was full, but lying down like this, it was tolerable—or perhaps even a nice complement to being wet and hot for Jenna under her skirt. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Stay a while. It's nice having company when Isaac's not around. It would also be pretty rude to have you... well, drink all my milk and then send you packing."

Kay smiled. "I like coming to see you. I worry you'll get lonely if I don't."

"Hey, I have other visitors. Dora brought me a fresh loaf of bread yesterday!"

"No, I don't mean like that, I just... well, never mind."

"You're blushing. What are you talking about?"

"Never mind!"

"Kay. You just sucked on my tits for what had to be an hour. Surely we're good enough friends that you can tell me what's on your mind!"

Kay grimaced. "It's nothing, really."

"No," Jenna said. She propped herself up on her elbow to face Kay. "Tell me what you mean."

Kay had expected more aggression, as Jenna was normally quick to anger, but in place of that anger was patience, and even a bit of concern. She steeled herself with a breath. "I mean... by touch. You're here and Isaac's away and... I imagine that must be hard."

"Hard? Kay, I'm married. I know he's coming home. Eventually, anyway. If anything, it must be harder for you. Weren't you seeing some boy from—"

"No."

"Oh, that must've been Anna from down at the inn. Well, wasn't there—"

"I'm not seeing anybody, Jenna."

Jenna huffed. "How is there not a legion of men lined up at your door when you're as smart and beautiful as you are?"

She wanted to smack Jenna for being so dense, but the "beautiful" remark was enough to stay her hand. "Because I turn them away. Even your own brother asked me once, when we were kids, but I said I couldn't, and that I couldn't tell him why."

Jenna considered this a moment, chewing on her lip and looking Kay in the eye. She held a hand out to Kay, and when Kay offered her own hand in return, she took it and placed it on her breast. "You... prefer something softer, don't you?"

Kay swallowed. She felt the calluses along the upper edge of Jenna's palm press into the back of her hand, and she felt Jenna's heart beating through her palm. "Please don't be mad at me."

"I've been around the entire world, Kay. You're not alone in liking other women, not even here in this room. There's nothing to be mad at you about."

"It's not just other women." Kay noticed herself trembling and was helpless to stop. "It's you, and I know I can't come between you and Isaac, but I can't help but think about you. I want to be with you, and I—"

"Hush. Don't wake Matthew," Jenna whispered. "But let me get this straight. You're lonely, and you're worried I'm lonely, so you're here taking care of me, but nobody's taking care of you?"

"Jenna, don't make fun."

"I'm serious. Really. What do you wanna do, Kay?"

"We can't. You're... you're married! It's wouldn't be right."

"Isaac is miles away. I've been taking care of my own needs without him for weeks. If we're, you know, helping each other, he doesn't need to know. Sometimes I think he'd rather be married to Mt. Aleph's crater."

"Do you really mean that?"

Jenna shrugged. "When he's away like this, I get a little cranky. Horny, too. My mom brought over a basket of fresh vegetables the other day, and I was having impure thoughts about the cucumbers." She laughed. "Look, if you'd left just after suckling me, I would've locked the door behind you and fingered myself watching you leave through the window, so don't think for a second it's an issue for me that we're both women. If I'm this pent up, Kay, I can only imagine how desperate you are, and if my husband and your brother can do whatever they're getting up to out there with their cabin project, we can take care of what we need to take care of down here."

With the fire in her loins having reached a fevered frenzy, Kay slid hastily across the bed and planted a kiss on Jenna's lips. It was an awkward, clumsy thing—she had never kissed anyone besides a family member with anything more than a chaste peck—but her nervous tongue was not rebuffed. Rough hands stroked gently at her cheeks. She sighed through her as Jenna's tongue pushed against her lips. This had to be a dream, but she dared not wake herself,

"Good girl," Jenna said breathily when their lips parted. "Now tell me what you want."

Kay was suddenly wetter than ever. "Please, touch me. I want to feel your hands. I want to melt between your fingers."

"Where?"

"Anywhere, please. Please." She was nearly in tears. Of joy, not sorrow, but not without the regret of a youth wasted in silence. What if she had spoken her feelings sooner? Perhaps years ago?

Jenna turned Kay onto her back and the question no longer mattered. Her blouse's buttons came undone at the behest of Jenna's fingers, and Jenna splayed a hand over her beating heart—the hummingbird caged within her ribs. A soft moan escaped her lips, and she looked up at Jenna.

"Kay, before we go any further, I have to ask..."

"What? Is something wrong?"

"No, not at all. I just wanna know—is this your first time?"

"Yes."

"Wow. A woman your age, and never once?"

"Don't be cruel, Jenna."

"No, it's just..." Jenna paused a moment. "You seem like you could charm anyone. Favors and freckles, you know?"

Kay shrugged. "I've never pursued anyone with the intent of charming them before."

"Well, you're charming me now. Are you sure you want this to be with me and not somebody special?"

"I can't think of anyone more special than you, Jenna."

Jenna seemed disarmed at this, and Kay wondered whether she had been too honest. She cast her gaze away from Jenna's, looking at the armchair where they had been sitting before, but a few fingertips turned her head back again by the chin.

"I can't believe you've waited so long to enjoy this with someone," Jenna whispered. She lowered herself onto Kay. Their breasts pressed together, and she kissed Kay's neck. "We'll make it extra special."

The pressure of Jenna's abdomen against her own summoned the sensation of fullness in Kay's bladder once more. She was hot all over, with the heat pooling there and in her loins below. A pleasant tension flooded her muscles, and she moaned into Jenna's ear. Jenna kissed her again, and again, and again, forming a trail from her neck to her collarbone. The pressure subsided as Jenna suspended herself on her arms, but still Kay's nerves rattled and hummed when Jenna's tongue traced over one of her nipples.

"How do you know?" Kay asked, shivering as Jenna kissed between her breasts.

"Know what?"

"How do you know how I want to be touched before I do?"

"Well, I know what I like, and the noises you make help." Jenna grinned. "But you did say 'anywhere'."

Kay shuddered as Jenna's fingertips dragged down her stomach; it tickled, but it also stirred more eddies of heat, more spirals of sparks rising from a freshly fed bonfire. She was willing to be burned if Jenna were the fire to consume her, and she was happy to be the pile of ash if Jenna were the broom to sweep her away.

"And for our next 'anywhere', I need you to pull up your skirt for me."

Kay tugged hard at the fabric, but found it drawing taut. She looked down her body to see Jenna pinning it in place with her knee.

"Don't be so impatient, Kay! I'd like to enjoy the reveal too, you know."

"Sorry. I'm just... excited."

Jenna drew back her knee. "Me too. Now, go on."

Kay slowly dragged her skirt up from her calves, and Jenna's eyes followed the hem as it passed over her knees, then her thighs. A twinge of shame crept over her as she revealed her panties, but the delight in Jenna's eyes fought back against it.

"Look how wet you are for me," Jenna said, kneeling upright between Kay's legs. She began to unfasten a set of buttons on her hip. Her skirt was wrapped around her, and she opened it and tossed it aside. "Look at how wet I am for you."

Kay slid a hand down to her groin and rubbed herself over her panties. She needed to pee soon, but holding herself and rubbing the gusset of her panties felt heavenly. She watched as Jenna mirrored her, touching herself and offering a better view of the wet spot staining her own panties, and this slow-paced ease of watching, touching, and sprawling across the bed was far and away improved over her youthful midnight escapes to the garden for hurried carnal relief.

"Your legs are beautiful, Jenna. They always have been."

"Do you wanna touch them? Do you wanna feel them?"

Kay nodded emphatically, and Jenna giggled at her enthusiasm as she lowered herself again, straddling one of Kay's thighs and bringing one of her own up to Kay's soaking panties.

A low moan escaped Kay's throat as Jenna's knee into her vulva. She felt herself leak a little and tensed up, but smiled through her distress—she was so wet already it hardly mattered.

Jenna rubbed herself on Kay's thigh—a few hip thrusts back and forth. "Mmm. I've been in charge here for a while, Kay. Do you want to ride me instead?"

"Oh, yes. Yes please!"

"Shh." Jenna put a finger over Kay's lips. "Don't wake the baby."

They changed places. Kay straddled Jenna's thigh and squatted against it, and she savored the firmness of the muscle as it pushed back. She felt Jenna's muscles tighten as she pressed down, which drove her to press harder. She began to rock her hips. Jenna's hands reached up to cup her breasts—rough hands, gentle grasp. She felt another spurt, though she was too lost in sensation to tell whether she was getting wetter or leaking again. She was determined to hold it in, although Jenna's ministrations about her nipples were eroding her concentration.

"Ride me, Kay. I wanna be the first to watch you come."

Amid her hip thrusts, Kay tried to respond, but her words trickled out as more of an eager whine than anything else. She closed her eyes as the muscles in her face bunched up. She curled her toes and panted, but there was a dam between her and her orgasm, and it was holding back a pair of floods—relief and release, piss and pleasure. Leaning forward to brace her hands on the bed, she rutted harder, hoping to push beyond it, but alongside the tensing, rising, and falling of Jenna's muscular thigh, and Jenna's fingernails tracing parallel lines from her waist to her collarbone, the dam broke spectacularly with a low wailing moan erupting from her lungs, and twin cataracts of pee spilling over both sides of Jenna's thigh and into the bed sheets as a tremendous tremor rippled from within her.

She heard Jenna gasp, but she could not regain control of the flow until the quake of orgasm had passed, and by then she was empty, sodden and too ashamed to raise her eyes to Jenna.

"I'm... I'm so sorry," Kay said, her voice barely a squeak.

"Did you just... no, of course you did," Jenna said, surprisingly calm. "All that milk. That's so..."

Kay tried to shuffle off the bed, but Jenna grabbed her arm.

"No, don't go yet. I'm not finished."

"What?" Kay said, opening her eyes in time to see Jenna's hand move from her arm to the sodden gusset of her panties and cup her vulva firmly.

"I'm not finished yet," Jenna repeated. "Now, leak a little more for me, if you have any left."

Confusion twisted Kay's face, but she managed to relax and let out one last dribble. It pooled in Jenna's palm, and Jenna drew back her piss-slicked hand to splash its contents on her own panties. She rubbed it into the fabric and then slipped her hand inside.

"Jenna? Are you—"

"Mmmh, yes, Kay. I am." Jenna groaned pleasantly, and the stroking motions of her hand inside her panties grew steadier and faster. "What could be hotter—unnh—than a woman who puts off her needs to help me for so long she has an accident?"

"But... what about your bed?"

"Forget the bed. Do you know what being pregnant does to your bladder? You're not the first grown woman to wet herself here."

It occurred to Kay now that Melissa had said something to this effect as well, but she thought it had been a joke, or hyperbole, anyway.

"Now, touch me, Kay. I'm close."

Kay began at first to reach for Jenna's breasts, but a moment's clarity made her bolder, and she reached to slide a hand into Jenna's panties. Jenna's hand moved aside and Kay's fingers met the folds of Jenna's labia. She stroked them with a come hither motion.

"Yes, just like that. Just like—mmm!"

Kay planted a kiss on Jenna's mouth, and Jenna moaned deeply back into her. The vibration tickled her lips, and she stroked Jenna faster, finding Jenna's clit amid warm flesh and damp, cooling fabric.

Jenna's breaths turned to gasps, little cries that Kay tried to muffle, with her mouth, until Jenna turned her head away and called out in a shrill, spine-tingling tone, "Kay! Kay! Yes! Unnnnh!"

Kay's limbs went weak at hearing her name called so amorously, and she collapsed into Jenna, still working the aftershocks of Jenna's orgasm out with her fingers. For a few moments they just breathed, halfway embracing with filthy hands upon stained bed sheets. Naked but for her unbuttoned blouse and thoroughly soaked panties, Kay would have felt chilly if not for the volcanic heat radiating from Jenna.

"What a mess we've made."

Jenna nuzzled Kay's shoulder. "Just take in the moment, Kay."

"You're right." Kay sighed contentedly. "It was more special than I could've hoped for."

"Good girl."

A few moment's silence passed before being broken by a disconcerted coo from the crib.

"Kay?"

"Yes?"

"Could I trouble you for a little more help?"

"Whatever you like, Jenna."