Desert Escape

The bitterly cold night in the desert.

It was just as I was nodding off, with our long, long survival ordeal finally coming to an end.

“…Sluurp.”

Acard buried his face in my breasts, then latched onto one nipple and sucked on it like a baby.

“Eek?”

Even if I let him do everything else, breastfeeding was too sensitive, so I forcibly pulled his face away at once.

“My breasts are off-limits….”

The sudden stimulation of my nipples made me realize why he had insisted on holding me while we slept instead of letting me sleep in the plate armor, so I nagged him.

“I’m hungry, though.”

But then I heard Acard’s persuasive voice; he hadn’t eaten a proper meal since we became stranded in this desert...