Feeding Session

Warning: This one shot contains the physical and somewhat forced act of breast feeding upon a man. If this idea does not sit well with you, please look elsewhere. It is very fetishistic in nature.

“For speech.”
‘For thought.’

Feeding Session

Pairing: L x Original Character (A Humanoid)

It has been too long since I’ve drawn sustenance from the humans and right now I was starving. I needed to find a suitable candidate, the last one, I milked entirely dry and it would be some years before I could take from them again. Thankfully, I could alter time and reality to my advantage. Not sensing any from this reality, I began searching abroad, seeking other candidates from other realities. My search seemed fruitless for some time until my nose picked up a scent from a candidate previously undetected from before. I closed my eyes and let out a mental echo to pick out the location of this candidate. This person was currently in Japan…hmm… I think I knew who this was, but I could not be certain until I’ve seen this person up close. Channeling my energy to transport myself there in a few seconds, I inhaled and held my breath before creating a mental image of the echo that was redirected back to me.

It was not long before I found myself outside a rather tall building. I’d hidden myself from the other human’s eyes before allowing myself to walk indoors and sneaking my way towards my candidate. Several floors up and at last I was within range. I phased myself through the closed door and before me was a well known detective in this reality. A shag of raven hair and dark circled eyes were looking at a screen, his visage told me he was very concentrated on what he was doing. It was a perfect opportunity for me to take him. I walked to him and touched him, absorbing everything there was to know about him, but I wasn’t here to learn, I needed this information to create a temporary clone until I was done feeding from him. Keeping my grip on his shoulder and allowing him the sensation that he was being touched, I needed him to know what was going to happen. He shifted a little in discomfort, clearly not used to physical contact. I only smirked, giving him little warning before he was transported into my realm.

I stood in front of him a short distance away. He appeared disorientated at first, but as he began to notice his surroundings, I could see emotion appearing in his features, this one was most clearly fear. He looks my way and his large eyes somehow become larger. I have taken my more humanoid form, but I still do not look human, I want him to see me like this. I want him to know who is going to feed from him. I dig into his mind, opting for telepathy.
‘W-what is that…that thing?!’
‘I’m not a God of Death, I can tell from a side thought you have. You have many side thoughts Mr. Lawliet. You are fascinating.’ His jaw drops at the realization that I could read his thoughts and voices it.
“You can read my thoughts?”
‘I am using telepathy to communicate, I can read all your thoughts. Like I said, you have many and I find this fascinating.’

It takes a moment, but the detective seems to have forgotten that we are not in the headquarters he’d established.
“Where are we…whatever you are?”
‘We are in one of my personally favorite time bubbles. I am an Androgyny by the way.’
“Time bubble?” He sounded rather incredulous, but given the setting, it really should not have been. I guess I did a good job at befuddling him, it made me smile.
“So Androgyny…why have you brought me here into this…place?”
‘I require something from you. It will be invasive to you, no doubt about it, but I need it and I am going to take it from you.” A look of confusion crosses his features, entirely unsure of my motives, as noted by several theories. I decided to call him on it.
‘I can tell you are formulating scenarios and that you cannot simply turn off your thinking on a whim. I can just be honest with you and tell you that I am going to breast feed from you.” For 5 seconds, his thought process did stop before they continued uninhibited.

He looks at me for some time, trying to work out the dynamics and physics of males being able to produce milk and how much would sustain someone like myself, or in his case, something like myself.
‘You never cease to stop thinking don’t you? The best way to demonstrate your theories is to simply put them to the test. I want you to feel your milk ducts activate. I want you to feel the sensation of having a bodily fluid leak out that is not in the middle of your legs. I want you to have an extremely sensitized nipple. I want you to know that your essence is going to give me nutrients.’ As I said these things, I walked towards him slowly, using my mental abilities to hold him in place. I could tell that however I was saying it was having an interesting effect, concentrating itself in his groin.
‘Do you perhaps have a secret fetish for the act of breast feeding Mr. Lawliet? That stirring in your groin and the several erotic images in your mind seem to confirm this.’ His gaze diverts itself and he looks flushed, clearly embarrassed that I could see these things.

I am now in front of him and I place both my hands onto his chest and let my altered gravity descend us both to the ground. As we descend, I take the time to remove him of his shirt, cutting it in half with a slender clawed finger.
‘I will leave no marks visible on you, you can’t afford to go back looking any different than you did coming here, it would be against the rules. I am not going into details, Mr. Lawliet, but know that rules exist. I promise that as soon as the feeding begins, you will start to feel good in different places, but you already know where that may be.’ I grab his arms and mentally pin them above his head and I do the same to his legs, I allow his body freedom of movement; I like the feeling of them squirming below me. I then ignore his facial reactions in favor of that pale beige colored bud.

I lean down and give it a tentative lick with the tip of my tongue, feeling it react by becoming a little harder.
‘You want this, don’t you? To feel the unknown, to go down this rabbit hole?’ There was no response, just a slight hitching of breath when I took another lick at the nipple.
“I am…curious to see…and feel if such an act can be performed.” His breath hitches again as I take one broad swipe of my tongue across the hardened bud and place a chaste kiss to it.
‘Such an act is possible Mr. Lawliet, but only I can do it.’ I have encased his areola in my mouth and brought my right hand to cup the muscles on the chest area closest to my mouth. I play with the nipple before latching on and giving a gentle suck while massaging the muscles there.

“How does this feel Mr. Lawliet?’ I continue to speak with telepathy, all the while, gently kneading the muscles and sucking on that bud, enjoying the sensation of him moving.
“It’s…a strange feeling. No one has ever done this to me before.”
‘I can tell, you are so sensitive, it may actually help this process along.’ I press my face into his chest and sucked a bit harder and pressing harder into the chest, but not enough to mark him. He groaned at the sudden pressure and then reacted by arching up into me. This was going to take some time, but that’s why I loved my bubble, days and weeks can pass in a matter of seconds, minutes or an hour.

After 3 hours of sucking without any fluids, I lean back, looking at the detective who was panting hard and clearly aroused. I lick my lips and let a lazy grin play on my inhuman features. I can tell he’s still not quite used to everything, but his physical reaction to the last 3 hours seemed to make him forgo any rational thought. I reach down to the nipple I have not suckled on and gave it a teasing pinch. There was barely a reaction and I smiled at this. I reached over slowly and teasingly to the other nipple. I barely touch the areola when he gasps hard and arches into the touch, causing him to let out an almost needy moan. I so wanted to free his arms, but I know now was not the time, another 2 rounds and he’ll be compliant.

I hold his chest and tickle the sensitized flesh, amused by his writing and needy whimpers. I chose to ignore the straining flesh between his legs, it was not what I was after this time. I brought my mouth down on that little area and began to suck on the nipple once more, using my tongue to make lapping motions.
“Oh God…Fuck…” he breathed and I smiled into his chest. I feel his hips begin to move on their own accord; he was using the momentum to make friction inside his pants to help him along. I did not care, I had a mission and I would not stop until I’ve had my fill. My right hand returns to its place and kneads softly. I create an extra bit of suction and pull my head up, taking some loose skin with it. This was a necessary motion, it helps with gland stimulation, though the kneading and suckling in itself is a major benefactor to this.

I unconsciously let out a breathy moan as I continue to stimulate his chest, it was my own personal reaction to feeding this way. The detective takes this differently and it is here that I allow for a tiny bit of arm freedom. Almost instantly, his arms begin to jerk and twitch, though his thoughts do not give away any motive. I assume he want to finish himself off.
‘How does this feel Mr. Lawliet?’
“It feels really good…way better than anything I’ve imagined.” He moans as he talks, making sort of cracked and a little humorous to listen to. I chuckle then continue the chest stimulation.

Another 2 hours passed before I raise my head off his chest with a light ‘pop’, licking my lips again. I had begun to feel his glands finally react to the stimulation and I wanted to voice this. I look into his face and notice a slight change; he looks relaxed, satisfied even. I glance to my left and see that he finally got off, but this look was clearly not of that sort of relaxed or satisfied. I knew this look, having seen it on other Suppliers (Beings that give nutrients to Androgynies); it was one of absolute care. I smile broadly with a mostly human mouth before unblocking the grip on his arms. He does not try to do anything to help himself fight back, though I admit the random bouts of him losing all thought is both satisfying and a little confusing even to me.

I lean my head back onto his chest one more time and I play with the very sensitive flesh on his chest and without sucking, I simply knead the chest area lazily. I feel his hands come to rest on my upper back and the back of my head, both begin to stroke downwards softly.
‘What do you feel now, Mr. Lawliet?’ I ask, nuzzling his chest and licking at the nipple, hearing a gasp and feeling him shift under me.
“I…I want to hold you here until you’re done.” He nuzzles my head and gives the back of my head a gentle squeeze and presses my head back. I smile before taking the light beige bud into my mouth one more time.

I add extra pressure to my suction, hearing the raven haired detective hiss a little. I do not stop though, this last little obstacle would hurt him at first, but as soon as it passes, it would be all right. I increase the pressure on his chest and grip him there tightly, but still not enough to mark. He groans hard.
“There’s this odd feeling in my chest…” he manages to get this out, though it sounded very pained.
‘It will pass. It is not pleasant, I can’t make it any less painful, but you may take my left arm and bite it as hard as you can when it gets intense. Do not worry, I can take it.’ I feel him take said arm and I feel teeth at my flesh and then a sort of pressure there. He must already be biting there. I increase pressure with my mouth and pull upwards. The pressure increases slightly, confirming this. I increase one last time, hearing a pained sounding muffled scream before at last the obstacle was breached.

I moaned loudly as the first few droplets hit my tongue and I lapped at them eagerly, savoring the unique flavor of his essence. The pressure is released from my arm and I hear the detective lean back and breath heavily. He shifts a little in what I assumed was discomfort.
‘You’ve done an exceptional job Mr. Lawliet. Just relax now, no need to do anything. I will return you back when I am done here.’ As the flow of the milky fluid becomes a little stronger, I massage the area with my hand and chin.
“This feeling of you feeding from me…It’ indescribably wonderful I admit. I never thought this sort of thing could ever happen. I don’t know how, but I feel a little more…alive I guess.”
‘It makes one feel more alive when they’ve tasted the forbidden fruits in this world Mr. Lawliet. I am the embodiment of some of these fruits. You should consider yourself lucky, honored even.”

He does not say more, but I know that he is certainly thinking things over. His essence is overpowering to my senses and I simply close my eyes, suckling him like a babe to a woman’s breast. How long I fed from him, I could not say, but I know he was getting as much from this as I was. I feel several stray drops leak from the sides of my mouth, but I do not mind, it is a normal occurrence. I feel his finger trail to the side of my mouth as I feed from him and I flutter my eyes open to observe him taste his own milky essence. He makes a disgusted face, but does not stop me.

Another undetermined amount of time has passed until at last I am full. I lean up and lick my lips and use my left hand to wipe away the rest of his milky fluid. I lean in and give him a peck on the cheek.
“Thank you for this Mr. Lawliet. I feel full now. You’re co-operation has been most welcomed, but now is the time we must part ways. Unfortunately…I must eliminate all memory of this feeding from your memory. You will return unscathed and healthy again. The only side effect is that your left nipple will remain sensitive for 2 weeks from today. Goodbye Mr. Lawliet and thank you once more.” I touch his forehead before he blacks out and fades from the bubble.

I observe him for another week thereafter, noting with amusement the strange way he reacts to his left nipple being touched. I hear his thoughts running through several inconclusive theories, making it all the more humorous to me. I don’t plan on coming back here for some time, but I know that this was one time I will not be forgetting anytime soon.

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A/N: This is…umm…something that is out of the norm with me. I wanted to try out a feeding session between my Original Character and a Death Note character for no reason. My Original Character has the ability to travel between time and reality. So the thought popped in my head while planning out my Original story with my OC: “Why not test out a feeding session on a human, in particular a human from an alternate reality?” At first I wanted this to be with Matt, but he’d be all to accommodating methinks. I thought about Mello, but it would just become more of a rape act with the amount of fight. Then L popped into my head. My understanding of L is that he is a calculating, but very curious person, speaking bluntly and seeking answers. He’d be unsure of how this would go, but curiosity would allow him to let this happen without being entirely too accommodating. That is how this fiction came to be. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Also, I do not have this particular fetish, but I know that some people do. Respect this writing and the nature that it is written please.

One more thing, I've put Xenophilia in the list, even thought the act is not really sex. it is sexual in nature as fetishes usually go, but no intercourse has taken place. Just putting it in there just in case anyone gets the wrong idea ^^;