The creature leans forward, its tongue unfurling from its maw to lap at the milk spilling from your breasts. Its rough, textured surface sends shivers through you, each pass drawing more liquid forth. The creature groans hungrily, its hips bucking against yours as it feeds.

The pain in your gut subsides, replaced by a dull ache that pulses in time with the creature's movements. You can feel its essence mingling with your own, transforming you from within.

As dawn approaches, the creature slows its pace, still buried deep inside you. You lay there, panting, dazed and disoriented. Your body feels altered somehow, but the details are vague beneath the heavy fog of sleep.

With a final grunt, it pulls free from your chest and withdraws its member from your throat. It regards you for a moment before vanishing back into the darkness under the bed, leaving you spent and confused.

You drift off once more, unaware of what has transpired... until another night arrives, and the cycle repeats.