He swallowed involuntarily and a jet of milk squirted into his mouth, He rolled the milk over his tongue and let it trickle down his throat. Instantly he felt a tingling fire in his stomach, which grew rapidly, spreading to the tips of his fingers and toes. A jolt of energy sluiced through his spine from the sacral vertebrae to the crown of his head. His hunger for her milk consumed him. He whimpered softly in a transport of infantile rapture, swallowing greedily and glutting himself on the rich, thin milk. John’s aura pulsed with each swallow until he was surrounded by an enormous scintillating golden aura.
Blessings of the Goddess Scene 12
