Leaving Colneth's house, Dalgliesh felt unexpectedly great.
After all these years, it was rare to see Colneth in casual attire.
Although he still stood tall and upright, he didn't exude that "law enforcement aura" like when he was in his police uniform.
As Dalgliesh approached him, he caught a familiar milky scent, seemingly even more intense than before, and it carried a hint of something seductive.
Dalgliesh couldn't help but find it amusing. How could Captain Etherton ever have such a fragrance on him?
But the more he thought about it, the more every cell in Dalgliesh's body seemed to come alive.
As night fell, Colneth lay in bed, a person known for his regular sleeping habits, yet tonight, he found himself tossing and turning, struggling to fall asleep.
Whenever he closed his eyes, that slightly wicked face would faintly appear in his mind's eye.
Suddenly, Colneth opened his eyes once more.
Staring wide-eyed at the pitch-black ceiling, the warmth from his post-shower body had yet to dissipate.
His stomach had been in pain during the mission, but upon returning home, it hadn't troubled him further.
Colneth had disinfected the wound on his shoulder with iodine and had looked up which medicines he could use online.
Then, he had retrieved them from his medicine cabinet and applied them. In their line of work, danger often loomed, and even if they didn't suffer serious injuries, minor ones were inevitable.
That's why Colneth's home was well-equipped with various medications.
The slight pain from the wound was within Colneth's tolerance, but what he feared had never been physical pain; it was... desire.
For instance, now... his body was restless and agitated.
The sweat, milk, and arousal had all been washed away during the shower, but it was all in vain because his milk had started flowing again.
As soon as his chest leaked, it would itch, tempting Colneth to massage it.
Colneth struggled to calm himself down.
He knew deep down why his body was so excited today, but he was unwilling to acknowledge it.
Undoing the buttons of his pajamas, his hand slowly circled over his swollen belly, attempting to quell his desires.
However, the suppressed sensations in his body, unfulfilled since his return, couldn't be so easily subdued.
Once the valve of desire was opened, it surged like a flood.
To truly stop it, he needed to find a way to block the flow, but Colneth couldn't bring himself to let go of his pride and use something to seal the flow of his current desire.
His eyes reddened again as he breathed rapidly.
He thought to himself that merely touching the outside wouldn't be... Colneth, usually so cold and aloof, couldn't face his own lust, but the darkness of the night granted him a little courage.
His hand, which had been caressing his belly, slowly moved downward, slipping into his pajama pants.
It bypassed his erect member and not-so-large testicles and found its way to the extra flesh below.
As he touched that spot, Colneth first felt it was wet and then hot... He pressed his fingers there, and the pleasurable sensation intensified, causing his breath to quicken.
"Mmm... I really want to use my fingers to spread open and touch my clit, to rub the swollen bud, and to slowly push inside that wet entrance," Colneth thought, but he only dared to fantasize in his mind; he couldn't bring himself to actually penetrate.
In the midst of his desire, Colneth's mind involuntarily conjured an image of himself straddling someone, a thick, sturdy organ thrusting deep within him.
The initial pain of being penetrated was quickly replaced by waves of pleasure as the sizable head seemed to be pushing him to the brink, flooding him with a mixture of itchiness and ecstasy, leaving him drenched in desire.
"Ah... I can't hold back anymore..." Colneth couldn't resist, so he removed his pants and turned onto his stomach on the bed.
He raised his hips, keeping his face pressed against the pillow to avoid putting pressure on his stomach.
This position alleviated the discomfort caused by his swollen belly.
His disheveled pajama top lay atop him, and the movement pulled at the wound on his shoulder, causing the gauze to turn red.
The pain mingled with pleasure, and Colneth involuntarily released a stream of milk, soaking the bedsheet beneath him.
Desire was like a wild beast devouring his rationality.
While pleasuring himself with one hand and twisting his body as though someone were gripping his waist from behind, he couldn't help but moan with desire.
He knew he couldn't even bring himself to insert a finger, only rubbing his swollen labia at the entrance, causing his juices to trickle onto the bed.
With one hand fondling his sex, the other hand supporting his body, Colneth couldn't resist touching his own nipple.
Soon, his fingers were coated in milk, as if under a spell.
Gazing at the moonlight through the window, he looked at the milky liquid on his fingertips and then put them in his mouth.
"Umm..."
A wave of milky fragrance instantly filled his mouth, causing Colneth's cheeks to flush.
His own milk acted like an aphrodisiac, destroying Colneth's rationality and making him even more wanton.
Over the past month, every time he saw the milk flowing from his chest during his showers, Colneth had restrained himself from the urge to taste it.
Now, in his loss of control, that impulse had become a reality.
His tongue curled around his fingertips as he sucked, and once cleaned, Colneth dabbed some more into his mouth.
"Mmm... so fragrant..."
"I'm wet again... ah... insert there..."
Colneth, his embarrassment pushed to the extreme, could no longer hold back his tears as they fell one by one.
The liquid from his swollen labia soaked his fingers completely, and his body trembled incessantly.
Colneth knew he was nearing the edge.
The speed of his hand's movements increased rapidly, and several times his fingers accidentally slipped inside, brushing against the wet, hot clitoris.
Each time, it sent shivers through his body, and he yearned for a forceful penetration.
As Colneth neared the brink of climax, he suddenly recalled the sturdy embrace from earlier in the day and the powerful male pheromones that had emanated from that person.
It felt like an aphrodisiac surging into his body. In an instant, he shivered, arched his back, and his milk shot out, drenching his entire body.
Despite only pleasuring the area around his labia, his crimson entrance gushed like a spring tide, wetting his palm.
Meanwhile, the member in front of him released without any contact.
"Ah..." Not daring to make too shameful a sound, Colneth tightly bit down on the pillow beneath him.
His legs couldn't help but close, squeezing his hand between them.
As the echoes of climax still lingered, Colneth's phone rang at this very moment, disrupting the silence of the night.