I'm Thirsty

The day had been busy, but everything at the café felt seamless. Mani and Mocha moved in perfect sync, their years of working together turning every task into a choreographed routine. Whether it was taking orders, brewing coffee, or baking bread, they needed barely any words to communicate. A glance, a nod, or a small gesture was all it took for them to understand each other.

By the time they closed up for the day, the sun had already set, painting the town in shades of deep orange and purple. Mani locked the door behind them, letting out a satisfied sigh as they began their short walk home.

"That was a good day," he said, smiling up at Mocha.

"It always is when we're together," she replied, ruffling his hair affectionately.

As they stepped into their house, Mani moved to set down his bag, but before he could take another step, Mocha's strong hands grabbed his shoulders and spun him around. In an instant, his back was pressed against the wall, and her towering frame loomed over him.

"Honey," she said, her voice low and teasing, "you've been such a good boy today. I think you deserve a reward."

"W-what do you mean?" Mani stammered, his face already beginning to flush.

Mocha didn't answer. Instead, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off in one swift motion, revealing her massive, bare breasts. Without hesitation, she cupped one of them and brought it to his lips.

"Go on," she murmured, her red eyes sparkling with affection and mischief. "You know what to do."

Mani's breath hitched, but he didn't resist. His lips closed around her nipple, and he began to suck gently. Warm, rich milk flowed into his mouth, the familiar taste soothing and comforting him despite the situation.

"Good boy," Mocha cooed, her fingers threading through his hair as she held him close. Her massive breast squished against his face, completely enveloping him.

As he continued to nurse, Mocha's arms wrapped around him, pulling him into a tight hug. His head disappeared entirely between her massive breasts, her soft fur and warm skin pressing against him on all sides.

"I love you so much, honey," she murmured, her voice filled with genuine affection. "You're my everything, you know that?"

Mani's muffled voice tried to respond, but it was impossible to form words with her chest smothering him.

Mocha chuckled, clearly amused. "You're so cute when you're flustered," she said, gently bouncing her chest against his face. Her movements caused her soft, heavy breasts to press against him even more, her playful teasing leaving him completely overwhelmed.

But then, as her thick thighs pressed against him, she felt something. A small but unmistakable sensation against her leg.

Mocha froze for a moment before glancing down, her red eyes gleaming with mischief as a sly grin spread across her lips. "Oh, honey," she said, her tone dripping with amusement. "What's this?"

Mani tried to stammer out a response, his face burning with embarrassment, but Mocha cut him off with a soft laugh. "Don't be shy," she said, leaning closer so her lips were just inches from his ear. "I think it's time I take care of you, too."

Before Mani could protest, Mocha scooped him up effortlessly, slinging him over her shoulder as if he weighed nothing.

"Mocha, wait—!" he started, but she only chuckled, her tail swishing with anticipation.

"No more talking, honey," she said, her voice firm yet teasing. "You're all mine tonight."

She carried him to their bedroom and gently tossed him onto the bed, her towering frame casting a shadow over him. Her red eyes gleamed as she leaned down, her lips curling into a smirk.

"Let's see how much you can handle," she murmured, her voice low and sultry.

Mocha's strong yet gentle hands pinned Mani to the bed as she climbed on top of him, her curvaceous figure enveloping him completely. There was no escape—not that Mani wanted one.

For the rest of the night, Mocha made sure her love and dominance were impossible to ignore, her every touch and word leaving Mani completely at her mercy.

The day time came quickly. The soft rays of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, bathing the bedroom in a warm glow. Mani stirred, his eyes fluttering open as the events of the previous night slowly came back to him. He tried to sit up but immediately winced as a wave of soreness washed over his body.

Every muscle seemed to ache, a reminder of just how thorough Mocha had been the night before. Glancing to his side, he saw her sleeping peacefully, her long red hair cascading over her pillow and her massive, curvaceous body covered only by the thin blanket they shared.

Mani sighed, letting his head fall back onto the pillow. "What a night…" he muttered to himself, his cheeks heating at the memory.

But his moment of reflection was cut short as Mocha began to stir. Her floppy ears twitched, and her red eyes opened slowly, a sleepy but mischievous smile spreading across her lips as she turned to look at him.

"Good morning, honey," she said, her voice low and husky from sleep.

"Morning," Mani replied, his voice tinged with embarrassment.

Mocha chuckled softly, her gaze drifting over him. "You look tired. Sore, too."

"Gee, I wonder why," Mani said, giving her a pointed look.

She laughed, leaning over to ruffle his hair. "Oh, come on. You know you love it."

Mani opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say anything, Mocha's hands gently cupped his face, and she guided him closer. Her massive breasts, bare and impossibly soft, pressed against his chest as she moved.

"Let's start the morning right," she murmured, her red eyes gleaming with affection and mischief.

"Wait, Mocha, it's too early for—" Mani began, but his protest was cut off as she gently pressed one of her nipples to his lips.

"Shh," she whispered, her fingers stroking his hair. "Just relax, honey. You'll feel better in no time."

Mani sighed, knowing there was no arguing with her. He opened his mouth and began to suck gently, the warm, rich milk flowing almost immediately. The familiar taste was soothing, even as his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"That's it," Mocha cooed, her voice soft and encouraging. "Good boy."

She cradled his head with one hand while her other hand guided her breast, pressing it closer against his face. The sheer size of her chest made it impossible for him to do anything but focus on the task at hand. Her nipple was so large that his hands, when they moved to steady himself, could barely even cover it.

Mocha's soft moans filled the room as she watched him, her tail swishing lazily behind her. "You're so cute when you're flustered," she teased, gently rubbing her breast against his face. "I should wake you up like this more often."

Mani's muffled response made her laugh, the vibrations tickling her sensitive skin. She shifted slightly, pressing his head deeper into her chest, his face nearly vanishing between her massive breasts.

"Drink up, honey," she murmured, her voice tinged with affection. "There's plenty more where that came from."

As the milk continued to flow, Mocha's hand stroked his hair lovingly, her red eyes soft with contentment. "You know," she said, her tone playful, "I don't usually do this in the morning, but seeing you like this… I might have to make it a habit."

Mani tried to respond, but his words were lost as Mocha pressed him even closer. He sighed inwardly, deciding it was easier to just let her have her way.

By the time she finally pulled him away, Mani's face was flushed, his lips glistening with milk. Mocha grinned, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

"Feel better now?" she asked, her voice sweet and teasing.

Mani nodded, though his cheeks were still bright red. "Y-yeah… thanks."

"Good," Mocha said, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him into a warm hug. "Because you're not getting out of bed until I've had my fill of cuddles."

Mani sighed, resting his head against her chest. "You're impossible," he muttered, though there was no mistaking the affection in his voice.

Mocha chuckled, her arms tightening around him. "And you wouldn't have it any other way."

As the morning sunlight continued to fill the room, Mani found himself smiling despite his soreness. Life with Mocha was anything but ordinary, but he wouldn't trade it for the world.