[ Neuvillette is there within seconds, having sprinted there in the casual clothes (just a button down shirt and slacks) he was wearing because it would take too long to get all dressed up. He knocks on the door to Wriothesley's room after someone else let him in. ]
Of course… no one else is in the hall, right. If not, then come on in.
[ he’s hovering near the door, ready to slam it shut right behind neuvillette. his face is red, flushed, and his shirt is stained around his chest. ] I don’t know what’s happened, but this [ he turns an even darker shade of red as he makes a motion over his swollen tits. ] is not normal.
[ Neuvillette blinks slowly in surprise as his eyes move down from Wriothesley's face to his chest, trying to get his brain to wrap around those words. ]
I do not...believe you are capable of lactating, although it has occurred within males in extremely rare cases. You are a mammal, after all.
[ They definitely look plumper than he remembers. He normally wouldn't complain if this was achieved through normal work-outs and not spontaneously. He brushes a finger slowly around one of his nipples. ]
Have you been secreting milk? Or was your shirt damp from sweat?
I am going to attempt to squeeze a bit out to confirm what manner of fluid it is. I will be gentle.
[ He gently applies pressure to his nipple with his fingers to try and get him to secrete some of the liquid, though this might be far outside his level of expertise. Where is Sigewinne when you need her... ]
…alright, but just be ge- ah, ah! [ he bodily shudders as he starts to leak, his hand grabbing neuvillette’s wrist because he wants to pull his hand away but he also wants the relief that comes from his playing with his tits. ]
[ He brushes his finger over the liquid to taste it, though he has no idea what breastmilk is supposed to taste like. Whatever Wriothesley is leaking is sweet but also earthy... ]
[ He samples another drop, unaware he's slowly murdering Wriothesley. He's just trying to be scientific about this. ]
It does taste somewhat like sweetened tea, so I would not be surprised if this is some sort of side effect or allergic reaction. Where did the tea come from? Your personal stash?
Considering the tea house has questionable origins, it would seem that the tea from there is the likely culprit, but we would need a greater sample size to confirm the theory, and– for what it is worth, it does not taste foul to me. I have drank your blood, sweat, and seed before, and all were far less sweet.
...this wouldn't be the first time I have had its tea. I'm not sure what was so different this time. I'm not sure I want to bring this up with anybody outside of you, Monsieur. [ he is 110% sure he's never mentioning this to ANYBODY. ] ... [ gg neuvi - you killed him. ]
[ he's far too stunned to care about the rest of that, but he does take a step back and bring a hand to his face in an attempt to hide his darkening blush. ] G- Great.
If this were an allergic reaction I think more than my... my chest would be affected, Neuvillette.
[ hasn't his poor brain suffered enough. he swears he can feel it short-circuit as neuvillette offers to help him drain them. ] Let's... wait, at least for now, and if nothing changes or things seem to get worse, then you can... help me...
Very well. I can rub some ice on them in the meantime to reduce the swelling? Or help you relax with a shoulder massage? I could also sneak you to the Gluttony House so you may lay in the new tub in our household and rest?
I'm not looking to risk being seen like this. As nice as the new tub sounds. We can relax here. A massage sounds nice. [ he really wants neuvillette kneading his chest, but he can't bring himself to ask for something like that. yet. ] I'm sure the swelling will go down. It couldn't possibly get worse.
I would definitely have to bring in a healer if that happens. For now, let us get your mind off the swelling.
[ He guides Wriothesley to sit on the edge of his bed and kneels behind him, kissing the side of his neck before pressing his hands into his shoulders, thumbs pushing deep into his tendons as he starts to apply gentle pressure. His tentacles, soaked in hydro, slide out of him and move across his back muscles, spreading a pleasant cooling touch over his skin. ]
[ NO HEALER. he'll deal with this himself if push comes to shove. ] Alright. [ he goes to the bed and sits, peering over his shoulder as neuvillette drops a kiss on the side of his neck. ] Ah. [ he hums, shutting his eyes as he leans into the touch, ...shuddering only after the tentacles have joined in kneading his muscles. his mind can't help but wander, thinking about how good it would feel to have his tentacles on his chest. ] More. [ wet and slippery against his sore and swollen tits. ] ...not there, not quiet there.
[ Neuvillette pauses and hugs Wriothesley from behind as the tentacles snake their way over his stomach and along one of his thighs, innocently brushing across them for now. ]
...Where exactly would you like them? I am trying to take your comfort into account, but your scent tells me you are aroused.
[ He runs his tongue along one of the wolf ears before gently biting the edge of it and murmuring– ]
I can take care of you if you simply let me know how.
Is it [ swallows. ] that obvious… [ he avoids peering back at neuvillette, because he’s beyond embarrassed. to think his body could ( and would ) betray him like this. ]
[ his wolf ear flicks in response to neuvillette’s tongue, staying down and turned out as he hesitates begging… but he ultimately can’t help it. the tentacles on his stomach and his thigh are a tease. ]
[ He lets his tentacles wrap around Wriothesley's chest once, binding them until the muscles bulge out between them as much as possible while the tips stroke over his nipples. His tail slips its way between Wriothesley's legs as Neuvillette slides a hand down his pants and underwear to pull his dick free.
He gives it a few strokes while his tail winds around the base to apply slight pressure. ]
The fluid will leak out quicker this way, though I do not wish to waste it.
[ He gathers some oozing out from Wriothesley's nipples and sucks the tip of his own tentacle dry. ]
...you have. [ he hates that it's so telling! but it's also kind of nice since he doesn't have to verbally divulge all the embarrassing details. ] Hng-! [ grunts as the tentacles wrap around him, squeezing his chest and making his tits bulge. his mouth drops open and he immediately starts to pant, saliva pooling in the corner of his mouth as his legs are spread and his dick is uncovered. ] Neuvillette.
[ this is too much all at once! ]
[ his hips jump and he swears he could cum if not for the pressure his tail is applying to the base of his cock. ] Does it, does it really taste that good?
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after someone else let him in. ]Wriothesley, may I see you?
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[ he’s hovering near the door, ready to slam it shut right behind neuvillette. his face is red, flushed, and his shirt is stained around his chest. ] I don’t know what’s happened, but this [ he turns an even darker shade of red as he makes a motion over his swollen tits. ] is not normal.
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I do not...believe you are capable of lactating, although it has occurred within males in extremely rare cases. You are a mammal, after all.
May I lift your shirt?
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...yes. [ he'll help him lift it, his face scrunching as the fabric brushes his sensitive nipples. ]
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Have you been secreting milk? Or was your shirt damp from sweat?
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[ He gently applies pressure to his nipple with his fingers to try and get him to secrete some of the liquid, though this might be far outside his level of expertise. Where is Sigewinne when you need her... ]
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Hmm. Did you consume anything before coming home?
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All I had was some tea. Nothing out of the ordinary.
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It does taste somewhat like sweetened tea, so I would not be surprised if this is some sort of side effect or allergic reaction. Where did the tea come from? Your personal stash?
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I think once was enough.
No. I went to the tea shop earlier.
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Water is the main component in all bodily fluids.
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[ he's far too stunned to care about the rest of that, but he does take a step back and bring a hand to his face in an attempt to hide his darkening blush. ] G- Great.
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[ But he understands why Wriothesley wouldn't want anyone to see him like this, even if it was by a medical professional. ]
Would you rather wait until they drain on their own? Or I can attempt to drain them for you?
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[ hasn't his poor brain suffered enough. he swears he can feel it short-circuit as neuvillette offers to help him drain them. ] Let's... wait, at least for now, and if nothing changes or things seem to get worse, then you can... help me...
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[ He guides Wriothesley to sit on the edge of his bed and kneels behind him, kissing the side of his neck before pressing his hands into his shoulders, thumbs pushing deep into his tendons as he starts to apply gentle pressure. His tentacles, soaked in hydro, slide out of him and move across his back muscles, spreading a pleasant cooling touch over his skin. ]
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...Where exactly would you like them? I am trying to take your comfort into account, but your scent tells me you are aroused.
[ He runs his tongue along one of the wolf ears before gently biting the edge of it and murmuring– ]
I can take care of you if you simply let me know how.
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[ his wolf ear flicks in response to neuvillette’s tongue, staying down and turned out as he hesitates begging… but he ultimately can’t help it. the tentacles on his stomach and his thigh are a tease. ]
Touch them. Please touch them.
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[ He lets his tentacles wrap around Wriothesley's chest once, binding them until the muscles bulge out between them as much as possible while the tips stroke over his nipples. His tail slips its way between Wriothesley's legs as Neuvillette slides a hand down his pants and underwear to pull his dick free.
He gives it a few strokes while his tail winds around the base to apply slight pressure. ]
The fluid will leak out quicker this way, though I do not wish to waste it.
[ He gathers some oozing out from Wriothesley's nipples and sucks the tip of his own tentacle dry. ]
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[ this is too much all at once! ]
[ his hips jump and he swears he could cum if not for the pressure his tail is applying to the base of his cock. ] Does it, does it really taste that good?
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