2 Leaked Milk (End)
Milk flowed from his chest towards his belly, filling the room with its sweet scent.
Recalling how uncontrollably his milk had flowed during the mission today, Colneth's originally fair face blushed slightly.
He inwardly scolded himself for his lack of modesty.
Colneth couldn't understand why, even though he was only six months into his pregnancy and his belly wasn't very large, his milk supply seemed unusually abundant.
He hadn't felt much in his abdomen before the fifth month, but now it seemed to flow almost without any stimulation.
The area around his nipples was particularly sensitive, making him wish he could scratch, tug, and press on them to relieve the itch caused by the milk flowing out.
With these thoughts in mind, Colneth took action for the first time.
His hands seemed uncontrollable as they moved to his chest.
The once flat area had a slight swell due to pregnancy, resembling a small peach with dewdrops.
His nipples had swollen several times over, and pink buds continuously released milky white liquid.
They were more sensitive than ever; even a gentle touch sent electric currents from his fingertips to his heart, causing Colneth to convulse.
It felt like every nerve was tingling, and his flesh stem in front had become erect. It was an entirely new sensation.
He reasoned that his current state of heightened desire must be due to pregnancy.
Colneth tried to find excuses for himself in a daze, but he had never realized that, aside from that one sexual encounter, even self-indulgence could be this pleasurable.
His hands, now damp with milk, unconsciously moved to his belly.
Though his round belly wasn't exceptionally large, when lying down, it still obstructed his view below.
The little being inside had managed to survive even after a month of high-intensity missions, which warmed Colneth's heart.
He had always been an orphan, but now, a new sense of warmth enveloped him.
As he gently caressed himself with his hands, his lower region seemed to recall the sensation of making love for the first and only time half a year ago.
Like a response, a sudden rush of arousal flooded his senses, one wave after another.
Colneth's entire body shuddered, and he had no choice but to tightly clench his legs together, grinding against himself with intensity.
His eyes began to moisten. How could it be... so overwhelming... so irresistible?
One hand, weakly cradling his belly, while the other pressed firmly on his nipple, attempting to stop the milk from spraying.
But no matter how hard he tried to suppress it, the milk flowed relentlessly between his fingers, increasing with each passing moment.
"Ah... mmm..." Not only were his nipples sensitive, but his lower region continued to moisten.
He desired to insert his fingers, to thrust vigorously, longing for a thick, hot shaft to penetrate him, to fill his lustful passage, just like that time when he brought himself to climax repeatedly, causing his juices to spray wildly.
He couldn't hold back any longer.
His eyes were already reddening.
The ironclad self-control he had developed over many years as a special police officer came into play at this critical moment.
He bit down on his lip, pulled a tissue to wipe the milk off his body, got up from the bed, wrapped himself tightly in a robe, and sat down at his desk.
He picked up a copy of the <<Police Law>> and began to read it attentively.
"Article 20, maintain a neat and dignified appearance. Dignified appearance..." No, the milk had started flowing again.
His robe was already soaked, and the moisture from below had smeared onto the chair since he wasn't wearing underwear.
His labia squeezed tighter, and the sensation grew even more intense.
Colneth had no choice but to clamp his legs even tighter together.
His mind had started to wander uncontrollably, and his breathing had become irregular.
It was at this very moment that a sudden and urgent doorbell rang out.
The sudden ring bell left Colneth with a feeling of being jolted awake from a dream.
The doorbell continued to ring persistently. Colneth, who was always alone at home, had no idea who could be at his door.
He hurriedly removed his robe and put on a set of casual home clothing.
His shoulder ached when it came into contact with the fabric, causing Colneth to furrow his brow in pain.
Unable to properly secure his belly, he had to drape himself in a loose black overcoat.
He checked his appearance in the mirror to ensure everything looked fine before leaving the room.
As he opened the door, Colneth had regained his usual expressionless demeanor.
However, he hadn't anticipated that the visitor would be Dalgliesh.
"What brings you here?" he inquired.
"Can't I visit you for no reason, Captain Etherton?" Dalgliesh smirked, glancing at Colneth in his casual attire, a smile that hid ambiguous intentions on his face.
Dalgliesh had originally been on his way home from the team, but for some reason, he suddenly remembered the injury on Colneth's shoulder.
Before he knew it, he had arrived at his doorstep. However, upon seeing Colneth's unfriendly face, his words turned mocking.
The title "Captain Etherton" sounded grating to Colneth's ears.
He met his gaze without a hint of timidity.
He couldn't deny that the special police uniform Dalgliesh wore added to his already handsome face, and his tall, robust figure exuded a strong masculine allure.
"Comrade Cavill, if you have official business, you can contact Director Jason. I believe we have no personal matters to discuss."
Hearing his response, Dalgliesh raised an eyebrow without committing to an answer.
Indeed, they weren't particularly close, and their relationship had always been that of a superior and subordinate.
Colneth had always maintained an aloof demeanor, and he wasn't the kind of standout talent in the team.
Naturally, he couldn't catch the attention of Captain Etherton.
"The gunshot I took for you during the day doesn't count as a personal matter?"
Colneth fell silent for a moment.
"Thank you."
That gunshot had indeed caught him by surprise.
If it weren't for his unique physical condition, he wouldn't have needed someone to shield him from a bullet.
"Captain Etherton, even when you're expressing gratitude, you still wear such a cold expression. Isn't that a bit insincere?"
"What do you want?"
"I don't want anything. Just remember to wait for me tomorrow." Dalgliesh left with this cryptic remark, and before leaving, he deliberately glanced at Colneth's belly, leaving him shivering.
He quickly tightened his overcoat, fearing he might have noticed something.
After he had gone, Colneth closed the door and let out a deep sigh.
His lower body, without underwear, had reacted in the moment he saw Dalgliesh.
His intimate area had clenched as if he were experiencing climax, releasing a surge of fluids that trickled down his legs.
