Out of the darkness, with shaking hands and cross-eyed, appeared two Purple Capes that Beatrice sent after Grizwald. Their legs barely supported their weight and they only remained upright by leaning against the wall that was marked with a hearty spray of milk. Even as they staggered forth out of the darkness, their tongues did not part from the wall for even a second. They successfully licked their way back to Beatrice, though Beatrice was no longer their target.
The two men turned the corner into the large spherical dungeon cell with pits in the ground, following the sticky white path marked for them, and suddenly paused. Their eyes snapped back into place, and they gasped in awe when they finally saw the one who guided them so deliciously.
Their female comrade was on her ass, legs spread wide, hastily half-undressed, with one hand fingering her squelching pussy, and with another lifting her giant tit and drinking her full of her warm, white nectar. Despite her insatiable thirst, she couldn’t swallow fast enough even from one tit. The milk overflowed and poured down her body. Her torn shirt and purple cape were drenched, her skin white and sticky, her panties flowed on top of the ever-increasing puddle of milk. But the woman could not care less about any of it. Milk was the only thing that mattered: its warmth, its texture, the way it made her taste buds tingle. And that wasn’t the only thing that tingled!
So great was the pleasure from drinking her own milk, that the woman couldn’t help but seek further ways of increasing that pleasure. Even after forgetting how many times she had orgasmed already, she wanted more and more. She scooped the milk off the floor and fed it straight into her pussy with her fingers to get as much of it into her body as quickly as possible. She would have used her other hand to feed more milk up her ass, but, alas, with only two hands, she needed that hand to keep her heavy breast up to her mouth at all times.
Fuck that bastard, Jim! the woman cursed the coward who abandoned his breast-support duty. If he was still behind her and supported both her breasts, she would have been able to use that other hand to send more milk up to her stomach through the back door.
But Jim heeded Beatrice’s warnings and “noped” out of this situation before he too ended up another milk addict. Luckily for the woman she did not dwell on this frustration for too long: another orgasm wiped her mind of thoughts of Jim and his crude hands and returned her to the paradise of milk.
Though her pussy should not have had any taste buds inside it, the woman got off on the idea of drinking up the milk with her special place. The place that used to be reserved for special man milk, she wondered: could she get herself pregnant with her milk if she sucked up enough of it into her womb? What kind of baby would she have? Surely, she would give birth to a beautiful daughter who would grow into a fine woman…
Would she too end up addicted to her own milk one day? Would she too one day find herself on her ass with legs spread, fingering her pussy with her milky fingers, shoving as much of that warm nectar into her special place as possible until she feeds her womb with her own milk and makes herself pregnant? Is she the first of a new human sub-species of self-impregnating human females with giant, lactating titties who spend all day drinking their own milk while finger-fucking themselves into milky pregnancy?
Ah, sounds nice! she thought as her eyes rolled into the back of her skull and she came yet again.
“What did you do to them?” Alexander asked Beatrice while the two returning Purple Capes ran straight for the masturbating, lactating woman, fell into the milk puddle and used both hands to get as much of the stuff into their salivating mouths as they could.
“Well…” Beatrice struggled to find the words to explain what she unleashed while one of the two men, particularly agitated about the milk that was used wastefully into the wrong hole, crawled up to the masturbating woman and started passionately eating her out, trying to suck out any milk that she already stole with her pussy, while more of it fell on his head from the milk waterwall of her boobs.
“MY BABY!!” the woman cried out in fury, even letting her big nipple out of her mouth. She instantly sandwiched the man’s head between her thick thighs and squeezed tightly. She was about to crush his skull for attempting to interfere with her self-impregnation scheme, but then she realized that as he tried to slurp the milk out of her pussy, more milk rained down on his tongue from above.
“Ah! Yes!” The woman moaned, overjoyed, and lessened the pressure on the man’s dome. Each time he slurps out the old milk, he ends up adding more fresh milk! Yes! Keep at it! Just like with inferior milk of men, once it’s been inside it’s useless and needs a fresh load. Drink up that old milk if you like it so much, I’ll allow it, as long as you keep so graciously sending new milk up my pussy!
“Ugh,” Olivia looked at them with horrified disgust.
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Out of the darkness, with shaking hands and cross-eyed, appeared two Purple Capes that Beatrice sent after Grizwald. Their legs barely supported their weight and they only remained upright by leaning against the wall that was marked with a hearty spray of milk. Even as they staggered forth out of the darkness, their tongues did not part from the wall for even a second. They successfully licked their way back to Beatrice, though Beatrice was no longer their target.
The two men turned the corner into the large spherical dungeon cell with pits in the ground, following the sticky white path marked for them, and suddenly paused. Their eyes snapped back into place, and they gasped in awe when they finally saw the one who guided them so deliciously.
Their female comrade was on her ass, legs spread wide, hastily half-undressed, with one hand fingering her squelching pussy, and with another lifting her giant tit and drinking her full of her warm, white nectar. Despite her insatiable thirst, she couldn’t swallow fast enough even from one tit. The milk overflowed and poured down her body. Her torn shirt and purple cape were drenched, her skin white and sticky, her panties flowed on top of the ever-increasing puddle of milk. But the woman could not care less about any of it. Milk was the only thing that mattered: its warmth, its texture, the way it made her taste buds tingle. And that wasn’t the only thing that tingled!
So great was the pleasure from drinking her own milk, that the woman couldn’t help but seek further ways of increasing that pleasure. Even after forgetting how many times she had orgasmed already, she wanted more and more. She scooped the milk off the floor and fed it straight into her pussy with her fingers to get as much of it into her body as quickly as possible. She would have used her other hand to feed more milk up her ass, but, alas, with only two hands, she needed that hand to keep her heavy breast up to her mouth at all times.
Fuck that bastard, Jim! the woman cursed the coward who abandoned his breast-support duty. If he was still behind her and supported both her breasts, she would have been able to use that other hand to send more milk up to her stomach through the back door.
But Jim heeded Beatrice’s warnings and “noped” out of this situation before he too ended up another milk addict. Luckily for the woman she did not dwell on this frustration for too long: another orgasm wiped her mind of thoughts of Jim and his crude hands and returned her to the paradise of milk.
Though her pussy should not have had any taste buds inside it, the woman got off on the idea of drinking up the milk with her special place. The place that used to be reserved for special man milk, she wondered: could she get herself pregnant with her milk if she sucked up enough of it into her womb? What kind of baby would she have? Surely, she would give birth to a beautiful daughter who would grow into a fine woman…
Would she too end up addicted to her own milk one day? Would she too one day find herself on her ass with legs spread, fingering her pussy with her milky fingers, shoving as much of that warm nectar into her special place as possible until she feeds her womb with her own milk and makes herself pregnant? Is she the first of a new human sub-species of self-impregnating human females with giant, lactating titties who spend all day drinking their own milk while finger-fucking themselves into milky pregnancy?
Ah, sounds nice! she thought as her eyes rolled into the back of her skull and she came yet again.
“What did you do to them?” Alexander asked Beatrice while the two returning Purple Capes ran straight for the masturbating, lactating woman, fell into the milk puddle and used both hands to get as much of the stuff into their salivating mouths as they could.
“Well…” Beatrice struggled to find the words to explain what she unleashed while one of the two men, particularly agitated about the milk that was used wastefully into the wrong hole, crawled up to the masturbating woman and started passionately eating her out, trying to suck out any milk that she already stole with her pussy, while more of it fell on his head from the milk waterwall of her boobs.
“MY BABY!!” the woman cried out in fury, even letting her big nipple out of her mouth. She instantly sandwiched the man’s head between her thick thighs and squeezed tightly. She was about to crush his skull for attempting to interfere with her self-impregnation scheme, but then she realized that as he tried to slurp the milk out of her pussy, more milk rained down on his tongue from above.
“Ah! Yes!” The woman moaned, overjoyed, and lessened the pressure on the man’s dome. Each time he slurps out the old milk, he ends up adding more fresh milk! Yes! Keep at it! Just like with inferior milk of men, once it’s been inside it’s useless and needs a fresh load. Drink up that old milk if you like it so much, I’ll allow it, as long as you keep so graciously sending new milk up my pussy!
“Ugh,” Olivia looked at them with horrified disgust.
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