24-01-2026, 02:57 PM
Chapter 45: Maya (Act 3)
Rahim hesitated for a moment, his voice low but steady as he spoke. “Maya… I’ve been reading a lot about pregnancy and breastfeeding to prepare for Lina. There’s… there’s another way to alleviate the pain and drain the milk. Sometimes, when the breast is heavily filled, there can be blockages at the areola that even a pump can’t clear. It needs manual suction.”
Maya froze, her eyes widening as she turned to look at him. Her voice was barely above a whisper, laced with both disbelief and a flicker of something else...desperation, perhaps. “What… what do you mean by that?” she asked, her hands instinctively pulling the robe tighter around her.
Rahim hesitated, his voice low and cautious, as if treading on fragile ground. “The pain… it’s because the milk isn’t flowing properly. Sometimes, there are blockages at the areola, the area around the nipple. Even pumps can’t always clear them. They need… manual suction.” His words were measured, but there was a nervous undercurrent to his tone.
Maya stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest. Her voice trembled as she asked, “Are you saying… that the only way to relieve this pain is by someone… sucking my nipples?”
Rahim shifted uncomfortably, avoiding her gaze for a moment before nodding slowly. “Yes. It’s… one of the ways to get immediate relief. It can remove the clog and ease the pressure.”
Maya’s face flushed deeply, her mind racing. Her voice cracked as she spoke, disbelief and confusion mixing in her tone. “But… but that’s… that’s so intimate. How could I possibly let someone do that?” She shook her head vehemently, clutching the robe even tighter. “I can’t wake my husband...he’d never understand. And the clinic is closed at night. There’s no one else… no one else who would agree to something like this.”
Her voice trailed off as another surge of pain shot through her chest, and she winced, biting her lip to stifle a whimper. The discomfort was becoming unbearable, and she sank back into the chair, her hands trembling.
Rahim watched her with a mixture of sympathy and guilt, his voice soft but insistent. “Maya… I know this is… unconventional. But if your husband isn’t helping, and if the pain is too much…” He paused, swallowing hard before continuing hesitantly, “I… I wouldn’t mind doing it for you. It wouldn’t be… sexual. It would just be to help you. And it would stay a secret between us.”
Maya’s eyes widened in shock, her breath catching in her throat. “You… you’re serious?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “You’d really… do that? For me?”
Rahim nodded, though his own unease was evident. “I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t think it was necessary. You’re in pain, Maya, and I hate seeing you like this.”
She shook her head again, her voice rising slightly in distress. “No, no...I can’t. This is… this is too much. My husband wouldn’t… he wouldn’t approve. And besides, you’re practically a stranger. I barely know you!”
Rahim took a step closer, his voice gentle but earnest. “I understand how uncomfortable this must be for you. But think about it...if the roles were reversed, and Lina was in this much pain, wouldn’t you want someone to help her? Even if it felt… strange?”
Maya hesitated, her hands gripping the edge of the chair. The pain was intensifying, and she could feel her resolve weakening. Her voice was small and uncertain as she spoke. “But… but it’s so… personal. I’ve never let anyone see me like this...except my husband.”
Rahim nodded again, his tone soft but firm. “I know. And I respect that. But right now, you’re suffering. If there’s a way to ease that pain… shouldn’t we take it?”
Maya looked down at her hands, tears welling up in her eyes. “I don’t know, Rahim-ji. This feels so wrong. What if someone finds out? What if my husband...”
“He won’t,” Rahim interrupted gently. “No one will know. It’ll just be between us.”
The room fell silent, the weight of the decision hanging heavily in the air. Maya’s chest throbbed with every heartbeat, the pressure building to an almost unbearable level. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to push away the pain and the shame that came with even considering Rahim’s offer.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she opened her eyes and met his gaze. Her voice was barely audible, trembling with vulnerability. “Promise me… promise me it won’t be… sexual. That it’s just to help me.”
Rahim nodded solemnly, his expression sincere. “I promise, Maya. It’s only to relieve your pain. Nothing else.”
She took a deep breath, her hands shaking as she loosened her grip on the robe. Her voice was small but resolute as she whispered, “Okay… okay, do it.”
Relief washed over Rahim’s face, but he quickly composed himself, his expression serious and respectful. He knelt beside her chair, his voice soft and reassuring as he said, “Just try to relax, Maya. I’ll be as quick and gentle as I can.”
Maya nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she closed her eyes, bracing herself for what was to come.
Maya bit her lip, her hands trembling as they clutched her robe tighter. The ache in her breasts was unbearable, and the thought of relief was tempting. She winced again, the pain sharp and unrelenting. “I… I don’t know if I can hold....,” she whispered, her voice breaking.
Rahim didn’t wait any longer. He stepped closer, his hands moving to untie the sash of her robe. Maya tried to protest weakly, but her body betrayed her as the robe slipped off her shoulders. He lifted her blouse, revealing the heaviest pair of breasts he had ever seen. They were luscious, voluptuous, and firm, with dark nipples that glistened from the milk slowly dripping out. They were bigger than Lina’s, even bigger than Janina’s..a sight that made his breath catch.
“They’re… beautiful,” Rahim murmured, his voice thick with awe. “So full and perfect.”
Maya’s face burned with shame, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop him. The pain was too much, and his words, though so direct, were strangely comforting. Before she could say anything, Rahim leaned in and took her right breast into his mouth. His lips and tongue worked hard around the areola, sucking firmly as he kneaded her left breast with his hand.
Maya shuddered, a gasp escaping her lips. She tried to wriggle away, but Rahim held her steady, lowering her gently onto the bed. “Just a little longer,” he murmured against her skin. “You’ll feel better soon.”
His mouth continued its work, sucking and licking with fervor. Maya’s body tensed, but then, suddenly, the blocked passage in her right breast cleared. Milk began to pour out in a steady stream, and the pain in her chest started to ease. A soft moan escaped her lips as Rahim drank deeply, his hands still kneading her other breast.
“You taste so sweet,” he said softly, his voice husky but sincere.
Without pause, Rahim moved to her left breast, repeating the process with the same intensity. Maya’s body relaxed as the pressure in her chest finally subsided. Her hands, which had been pushing weakly at his shoulders moments ago, now rested on his head, urging him closer. She wasn’t sure if it was the relief or something more primal, but she found herself offering her breasts to him willingly, tilting her body to give him better access.
Rahim drank greedily, his lips and tongue working tirelessly to drain every drop. Maya’s soft moans filled the room, her arousal growing despite her attempts to suppress it. She couldn’t open her eyes; the sensation was too overwhelming, too intimate.
Rahim hesitated for a moment, his voice low but steady as he spoke. “Maya… I’ve been reading a lot about pregnancy and breastfeeding to prepare for Lina. There’s… there’s another way to alleviate the pain and drain the milk. Sometimes, when the breast is heavily filled, there can be blockages at the areola that even a pump can’t clear. It needs manual suction.”
Maya froze, her eyes widening as she turned to look at him. Her voice was barely above a whisper, laced with both disbelief and a flicker of something else...desperation, perhaps. “What… what do you mean by that?” she asked, her hands instinctively pulling the robe tighter around her.
Rahim hesitated, his voice low and cautious, as if treading on fragile ground. “The pain… it’s because the milk isn’t flowing properly. Sometimes, there are blockages at the areola, the area around the nipple. Even pumps can’t always clear them. They need… manual suction.” His words were measured, but there was a nervous undercurrent to his tone.
Maya stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest. Her voice trembled as she asked, “Are you saying… that the only way to relieve this pain is by someone… sucking my nipples?”
Rahim shifted uncomfortably, avoiding her gaze for a moment before nodding slowly. “Yes. It’s… one of the ways to get immediate relief. It can remove the clog and ease the pressure.”
Maya’s face flushed deeply, her mind racing. Her voice cracked as she spoke, disbelief and confusion mixing in her tone. “But… but that’s… that’s so intimate. How could I possibly let someone do that?” She shook her head vehemently, clutching the robe even tighter. “I can’t wake my husband...he’d never understand. And the clinic is closed at night. There’s no one else… no one else who would agree to something like this.”
Her voice trailed off as another surge of pain shot through her chest, and she winced, biting her lip to stifle a whimper. The discomfort was becoming unbearable, and she sank back into the chair, her hands trembling.
Rahim watched her with a mixture of sympathy and guilt, his voice soft but insistent. “Maya… I know this is… unconventional. But if your husband isn’t helping, and if the pain is too much…” He paused, swallowing hard before continuing hesitantly, “I… I wouldn’t mind doing it for you. It wouldn’t be… sexual. It would just be to help you. And it would stay a secret between us.”
Maya’s eyes widened in shock, her breath catching in her throat. “You… you’re serious?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “You’d really… do that? For me?”
Rahim nodded, though his own unease was evident. “I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t think it was necessary. You’re in pain, Maya, and I hate seeing you like this.”
She shook her head again, her voice rising slightly in distress. “No, no...I can’t. This is… this is too much. My husband wouldn’t… he wouldn’t approve. And besides, you’re practically a stranger. I barely know you!”
Rahim took a step closer, his voice gentle but earnest. “I understand how uncomfortable this must be for you. But think about it...if the roles were reversed, and Lina was in this much pain, wouldn’t you want someone to help her? Even if it felt… strange?”
Maya hesitated, her hands gripping the edge of the chair. The pain was intensifying, and she could feel her resolve weakening. Her voice was small and uncertain as she spoke. “But… but it’s so… personal. I’ve never let anyone see me like this...except my husband.”
Rahim nodded again, his tone soft but firm. “I know. And I respect that. But right now, you’re suffering. If there’s a way to ease that pain… shouldn’t we take it?”
Maya looked down at her hands, tears welling up in her eyes. “I don’t know, Rahim-ji. This feels so wrong. What if someone finds out? What if my husband...”
“He won’t,” Rahim interrupted gently. “No one will know. It’ll just be between us.”
The room fell silent, the weight of the decision hanging heavily in the air. Maya’s chest throbbed with every heartbeat, the pressure building to an almost unbearable level. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to push away the pain and the shame that came with even considering Rahim’s offer.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she opened her eyes and met his gaze. Her voice was barely audible, trembling with vulnerability. “Promise me… promise me it won’t be… sexual. That it’s just to help me.”
Rahim nodded solemnly, his expression sincere. “I promise, Maya. It’s only to relieve your pain. Nothing else.”
She took a deep breath, her hands shaking as she loosened her grip on the robe. Her voice was small but resolute as she whispered, “Okay… okay, do it.”
Relief washed over Rahim’s face, but he quickly composed himself, his expression serious and respectful. He knelt beside her chair, his voice soft and reassuring as he said, “Just try to relax, Maya. I’ll be as quick and gentle as I can.”
Maya nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she closed her eyes, bracing herself for what was to come.
Maya bit her lip, her hands trembling as they clutched her robe tighter. The ache in her breasts was unbearable, and the thought of relief was tempting. She winced again, the pain sharp and unrelenting. “I… I don’t know if I can hold....,” she whispered, her voice breaking.
Rahim didn’t wait any longer. He stepped closer, his hands moving to untie the sash of her robe. Maya tried to protest weakly, but her body betrayed her as the robe slipped off her shoulders. He lifted her blouse, revealing the heaviest pair of breasts he had ever seen. They were luscious, voluptuous, and firm, with dark nipples that glistened from the milk slowly dripping out. They were bigger than Lina’s, even bigger than Janina’s..a sight that made his breath catch.
“They’re… beautiful,” Rahim murmured, his voice thick with awe. “So full and perfect.”
Maya’s face burned with shame, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop him. The pain was too much, and his words, though so direct, were strangely comforting. Before she could say anything, Rahim leaned in and took her right breast into his mouth. His lips and tongue worked hard around the areola, sucking firmly as he kneaded her left breast with his hand.
Maya shuddered, a gasp escaping her lips. She tried to wriggle away, but Rahim held her steady, lowering her gently onto the bed. “Just a little longer,” he murmured against her skin. “You’ll feel better soon.”
His mouth continued its work, sucking and licking with fervor. Maya’s body tensed, but then, suddenly, the blocked passage in her right breast cleared. Milk began to pour out in a steady stream, and the pain in her chest started to ease. A soft moan escaped her lips as Rahim drank deeply, his hands still kneading her other breast.
“You taste so sweet,” he said softly, his voice husky but sincere.
Without pause, Rahim moved to her left breast, repeating the process with the same intensity. Maya’s body relaxed as the pressure in her chest finally subsided. Her hands, which had been pushing weakly at his shoulders moments ago, now rested on his head, urging him closer. She wasn’t sure if it was the relief or something more primal, but she found herself offering her breasts to him willingly, tilting her body to give him better access.
Rahim drank greedily, his lips and tongue working tirelessly to drain every drop. Maya’s soft moans filled the room, her arousal growing despite her attempts to suppress it. She couldn’t open her eyes; the sensation was too overwhelming, too intimate.
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