Aria the adventure-hardened explorer strode through the shadowed bazaar, her leather-clad form cutting a striking figure. She paused at the elf trader's stall, eyes locking on Lirael—a curvaceous elf with full, leaking breasts straining against thin silk. "This one leaks like a fountain," the trader boasted. Aria smirked. "I'll take her. Name your price."
At her cliffside manor, Lirael stood tall, arms crossed, milk beading on her nipples. "You bought a slave, adventurer? How quaint. But don't think I'll drip on command like some tavern wench."
Aria circled her, voice sharp and teasing. "Oh, you'll drip plenty, elf. That salve I rubbed on your skin ensures it. Now, shed the rags—let's see if your pussy's as wet as those tits."
Lirael laughed, defiant, peeling off her dress to reveal dripping breasts and a glistening slit. "Horny already? Cute. But I decide when the milk flows, not you." Aria pressed close, fingers tracing Lirael's ass. "Witty little thing. Suck my cock first—show me that strong mouth." She strapped on the enchanted phallus, hard and throbbing.
Lirael dropped to her knees with a wicked grin, taking the cock in a slow, teasing blowjob, tongue swirling as Aria groaned. "Mmm, not bad for a maid," Aria panted, sweating. "But now, on the bed. I want that milk." She latched onto a nipple, sucking greedily as warm cream flooded her mouth. Lirael arched, moaning, "Fuck, that's it—drink deep, mistress. My pussy's dripping for you."
Fingers plunged into Lirael's wet heat, pumping as milk sprayed. They tumbled together, bodies slick with sweat, Lirael riding Aria's face while grinding on the hard cock. "Harder," Lirael demanded, strong thighs clamping. "Make me come—fill me!" The elf came first, juices dripping, then Aria followed, the room echoing with pants and cries as lactation mixed with raw lust, promising endless nights of use.
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