24-01-2026, 03:03 PM
Chapter 46: Maya (Act 4)
Rahim’s lips never left her breasts. For twenty relentless minutes, he suckled with a fervor that left Maya breathless and trembling. Her thick, milk-heavy breasts were now fully exposed, the dark nipples glistening with both milk and saliva.
Rahim’s mouth worked tirelessly, his tongue swirling around her areola as his hands kneaded the soft flesh of her other breast. The rhythmic suction was relentless, trying to draw out every last drop of milk until her stomach was streaked with the white residue, pooling in the dip of her navel and trickling down her sides.
“Oh… Rahim-ji, please…” Maya gasped, her voice trembling as she clutched the thin mattress beneath her. Her hands dug into the fabric, her fingers curling into fists as waves of relief and sensation washed over her. “You’ve… you’ve drained it already. You don’t have to keep going…”
Rahim pulled away, his lips glistening with milk, his chest rising and falling heavily. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his expression a mix of exhaustion and concern. Despite his efforts, Maya’s breasts still felt heavy, the pain lingering beneath the surface. She winced as she shifted slightly, the discomfort sharp and unrelenting.
“The pain… it’s still there,” Maya whispered, her voice breaking as tears welled up in her eyes. She sat up slightly, her blouse now completely removed to avoid soiling it with milk. Her bare torso was exposed, her breasts still full and heavy, the nipples dark and taut. Her vulnerability was palpable, her face flushed with both shame and desperation.
Rahim hesitated, his eyes flickering to her chest before he quickly looked away, guilt knotting his stomach. “Maya…” he began, his voice hesitant, “there’s still… milk left.
Your ducts are clogged again. I tried to clear them, but…” He trailed off, his words faltering as he struggled to find the right way to say what he needed to.
Maya’s breath hitched, her tears spilling over as she clutched at her chest. “What else can I do, Rahim-ji? The pain… it’s unbearable. I can’t keep living like this.” Her voice was raw, filled with both physical agony and emotional distress. “I’ve been enduring this alone since the baby was born. My husband won’t touch me… he won’t help me....”
Rahim’s heart ached for her, his own discomfort overshadowed by her suffering. He took a deep breath, his voice soft but steady. “There’s… another way. It’s not ideal, but it might help.” He paused, his palms sweating as he struggled to continue. “Since the flow is cleared, I can… knead your breasts at the basin. It will help drain the remaining milk and relieve the pressure.”
Maya’s eyes widened, her face burning with shame at the suggestion. She shook her head vehemently, her voice trembling with disbelief. “Knead my breasts? Rahim-ji, you just… you just finished sucking them! How can you suggest something so… so intimate again? I… I can’t let you do that.” Her hands instinctively moved to cover her chest, her body recoiling from the thought.
Rahim clenched his fists, his voice earnest but nervous. “Maya, I know this is difficult for you. Believe me, I never wanted to put you in this position. But right now, you’re in pain, and if kneading your breasts is the only way to ease that pain… shouldn’t we consider it?” His words were measured, but there was a pleading undertone to them.
Maya stared at him, her chest heaving as she fought back another wave of tears. “And what if someone finds out? What if my husband walks in and sees this? Do you understand how this looks, Rahim-ji? This isn’t just about the pain...it’s about my dignity, my marriage!” Her voice rose slightly, her desperation evident.
Rahim nodded, his expression solemn. “I understand, Maya. I really do. But think about it...this isn’t about anything other than helping you. Your husband isn’t here, and I doubt anyone else would understand what you’re going through. If we don’t do something now, the pain will only get worse.”
Maya hesitated, her hands still clutching her chest protectively. “But… but why kneading? Isn’t there another way? Can’t I just use the pump again?”
Rahim shook his head gently. “The pump won’t work if the ducts are blocked. Kneading is the only way to clear them properly. I know it’s uncomfortable to think about, but it’s the best option right now.”
Maya’s shoulders slumped, her resistance slowly crumbling under the weight of her pain and exhaustion. She looked at Rahim, her eyes searching his for reassurance.
“Promise me… promise me again please that this isn’t… sexual for you. That you’re only doing this to help me.”
Rahim met her gaze, his expression sincere. “I promise, Maya. This is only about easing your pain. Nothing more.”
She took a deep, shuddering breath, her hands trembling as she slowly lowered them from her chest. Her voice was barely a whisper as she said, “Okay… okay, do it.”
Rahim’s lips never left her breasts. For twenty relentless minutes, he suckled with a fervor that left Maya breathless and trembling. Her thick, milk-heavy breasts were now fully exposed, the dark nipples glistening with both milk and saliva.
Rahim’s mouth worked tirelessly, his tongue swirling around her areola as his hands kneaded the soft flesh of her other breast. The rhythmic suction was relentless, trying to draw out every last drop of milk until her stomach was streaked with the white residue, pooling in the dip of her navel and trickling down her sides.
“Oh… Rahim-ji, please…” Maya gasped, her voice trembling as she clutched the thin mattress beneath her. Her hands dug into the fabric, her fingers curling into fists as waves of relief and sensation washed over her. “You’ve… you’ve drained it already. You don’t have to keep going…”
Rahim pulled away, his lips glistening with milk, his chest rising and falling heavily. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his expression a mix of exhaustion and concern. Despite his efforts, Maya’s breasts still felt heavy, the pain lingering beneath the surface. She winced as she shifted slightly, the discomfort sharp and unrelenting.
“The pain… it’s still there,” Maya whispered, her voice breaking as tears welled up in her eyes. She sat up slightly, her blouse now completely removed to avoid soiling it with milk. Her bare torso was exposed, her breasts still full and heavy, the nipples dark and taut. Her vulnerability was palpable, her face flushed with both shame and desperation.
Rahim hesitated, his eyes flickering to her chest before he quickly looked away, guilt knotting his stomach. “Maya…” he began, his voice hesitant, “there’s still… milk left.
Your ducts are clogged again. I tried to clear them, but…” He trailed off, his words faltering as he struggled to find the right way to say what he needed to.
Maya’s breath hitched, her tears spilling over as she clutched at her chest. “What else can I do, Rahim-ji? The pain… it’s unbearable. I can’t keep living like this.” Her voice was raw, filled with both physical agony and emotional distress. “I’ve been enduring this alone since the baby was born. My husband won’t touch me… he won’t help me....”
Rahim’s heart ached for her, his own discomfort overshadowed by her suffering. He took a deep breath, his voice soft but steady. “There’s… another way. It’s not ideal, but it might help.” He paused, his palms sweating as he struggled to continue. “Since the flow is cleared, I can… knead your breasts at the basin. It will help drain the remaining milk and relieve the pressure.”
Maya’s eyes widened, her face burning with shame at the suggestion. She shook her head vehemently, her voice trembling with disbelief. “Knead my breasts? Rahim-ji, you just… you just finished sucking them! How can you suggest something so… so intimate again? I… I can’t let you do that.” Her hands instinctively moved to cover her chest, her body recoiling from the thought.
Rahim clenched his fists, his voice earnest but nervous. “Maya, I know this is difficult for you. Believe me, I never wanted to put you in this position. But right now, you’re in pain, and if kneading your breasts is the only way to ease that pain… shouldn’t we consider it?” His words were measured, but there was a pleading undertone to them.
Maya stared at him, her chest heaving as she fought back another wave of tears. “And what if someone finds out? What if my husband walks in and sees this? Do you understand how this looks, Rahim-ji? This isn’t just about the pain...it’s about my dignity, my marriage!” Her voice rose slightly, her desperation evident.
Rahim nodded, his expression solemn. “I understand, Maya. I really do. But think about it...this isn’t about anything other than helping you. Your husband isn’t here, and I doubt anyone else would understand what you’re going through. If we don’t do something now, the pain will only get worse.”
Maya hesitated, her hands still clutching her chest protectively. “But… but why kneading? Isn’t there another way? Can’t I just use the pump again?”
Rahim shook his head gently. “The pump won’t work if the ducts are blocked. Kneading is the only way to clear them properly. I know it’s uncomfortable to think about, but it’s the best option right now.”
Maya’s shoulders slumped, her resistance slowly crumbling under the weight of her pain and exhaustion. She looked at Rahim, her eyes searching his for reassurance.
“Promise me… promise me again please that this isn’t… sexual for you. That you’re only doing this to help me.”
Rahim met her gaze, his expression sincere. “I promise, Maya. This is only about easing your pain. Nothing more.”
She took a deep, shuddering breath, her hands trembling as she slowly lowered them from her chest. Her voice was barely a whisper as she said, “Okay… okay, do it.”
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