The stillness of the hut was thick with the ghosts of a subterranean past, a secret history of skin and milk that bound Fuyu to his aunt with cords of shared, incestuous memory. While wet-nursing was a pragmatic exchange in their culture a communal necessity where resources or Kuri were traded for the life-sustaining fluid what had occurred between Susan and Fuyu was far from ordinary. Susan's eyes remained fixed on the earthen floor as the memories flooded back, warm and terrifyingly vivid. She hadn't just provided milk; she had cherished the sensation of him suckling like a voracious leech.
It had sparked an atavistic, inexplicable pleasure that radiated from her nipples to her very soul, a feeling so salacious she could never breathe a word of it to the village elders.
