Maria checked Sadie's pulse. She was dead.
Overwhelmed by grief and desperation, Maria frantically moved, her leather panties clinging to her damp skin, her voluptuous breasts swaying with each hurried step. The realization of Sadie's lifeless state weighed heavily on her, evoking a sense of disbelief and a desperate desire to find a solution.
In her desperation, Maria's mind turned to the mystical nature of her own being as an incarnation of a goddess. Could her milk possess the magical properties needed to revive Sadie? It was an unconventional thought, but Maria was willing to explore any possibility.
With a delicate touch, Maria lifted one of her ample breasts, its weight and fullness evident in her hand. The smoothness of her skin beneath her fingertips sent shivers of anticipation through her body. Her nipple, taut and eager, beckoned to be caressed, to be enveloped by the warmth of her own mouth.
Drawing her own breast closer to her lips, she watched as her lips parted. The moistness of her mouth seemed to mirror the moistness of her breast.
With a graceful movement, Maria brought her mouth closer, the heat of her breath teasing her sensitive flesh. Her tongue darted out, caressing her own nipple with a gentle flick, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her own lips.
Her mouth encircled her nipple, creating a seal that locked her in an intimate embrace with herself. A soft suction drew her nipple deeper into her mouth, allowing the nourishing liquid to flow into her mouth.
In that moment, as her own milk mingled with her senses, Maria was aware of a growing arousal within her. The act of self-suckling, although borne out of desperation, had unexpectedly awakened a sensual response within her. She found herself unable to resist the temptation, bringing both of her breasts to her eager mouth and indulging in the dual sensations of pleasure and nourishment.
But amidst the intoxicating pleasure and the brief escape it offered, the reality of Sadie's lifeless form resurfaced in Maria's mind. A surge of guilt and anguish washed over her, snapping her back to the somber reality of the situation. The realization that she had momentarily forgotten the gravity of Sadie's condition brought forth a mixture of remorse and determination.
Feeling a renewed sense of urgency, Maria gently released her breasts, the taste of her own milk still lingering on her lips.
Maria's determination led her to give her milk a try, despite knowing that its taste held no magical properties. With a heavy heart, she crouched beside Sadie, gently opening her mouth and directing a stream of milk into it, hoping for a miraculous response. Yet, Sadie remained unresponsive, deepening Maria's despair.
Tears welled up in Maria's eyes as she pleaded, "Come on, Sadie. Please wake up. I wish you didn't come with me."
In the midst of Maria's sorrow, a voice unexpectedly broke through the air, "Don't cry."
Maria turned to face the source of the voice, finding herself confronted by Jane Foster, clad in her strapless Mighty Thor costume. The absence of a skirt and presence of gold-plated panties emphasized her muscular legs, exuding a powerful aura that seemed capable of crushing any foe between her thunderous thighs.
Maria's voice caught in her throat as she exclaimed, "Jane!?"
Jane exclaimed, "So, I've returned to finish what I started, and look at those enormous tits of yours."
With an almost predatory enthusiasm, Jane lunged forward, her hands gripping Maria's voluptuous breasts. It was an unfamiliar sensation for Maria, as someone else's touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Despite the undeniable pleasure, Maria resisted and attempted to push Jane away, pleading with her to stop.
"Jane, please, this is not the time," Maria implored, her mind still burdened by the weight of Sadie's tragic demise.
