But is that really what you want? Do you want to take her as a lover, or lead her to Eshabaar’s milk parlor? There she can join the sisters and be eternally within reach, one more woman in a rolling sea of slippery breasts and open mouths. Andrew was mulling over these possibilities when he realized that Emma was awake.
He almost dropped one of the buckets when he saw her looking at him, her hands reaching instinctively for the sodden covers and covering her nakedness.
“I’m so sorry, Ms. Lake, I did not mean to intrude. Eshabaar sent me here to see to your cuts and draw you a… bath.” His voice sounded lame in the stillness of the room, and he was wondering whether or not he should leave when she smiled. The effect was stunning, her entire face seeming to shine with the true happiness only Mother’s Milk could provide.
“It’s alright Andrew, she told me to expect you.” She dangled her legs off the bed, the purple bruises around her ankles a stark contrast to her pale skin.
“They still sting a little. Do you have something for them?”
Andrew rushed to her feet, pulling a bottle of balm from a pocket on his loose black trousers as he kneeled over beside the bed.
“We are so sorry about that, the vines tend to act up when she’s around.” He took a gob of the gooey fluid and smeared it gently across the tender flesh. His mouth was salivating as he stooped in such close proximity to her pussy, his face inches away from the curves of her knees. His cock hardened against his thigh as he inhaled her scent rising from her flushed skin. She looked down at him with playful eyes, her hair framing the delicate lines of her face.
“That feels much better. Your hands are so soft.” She twirled her feet in the air before him. “And what is in those buckets, Andrew? Not water, I presume?”
“Eshabaar suggested you bathe in Mother’s Milk. It is a diluted form of the substance, but it is rich in regenerative properties. It will help your cut, and you will feel greatly refreshed.” He released her foot and walked back to the other end of the room, keeping his back to her as his erection prodded obscenely against the front of his pants.
You are acting like a teenager trying to hide his morning glory. Take her, she wants it as much as you do. Just look at her coy smile and the way she is tossing her hair. He began to pour the milk into the tub, the viscous fluid swirling around the marble bottom.
“I doubt I could possibly feel any fresher.” He watched from the corner of her eye as she flung off her damp sheets and walked to his side. Oh god, she is even more beautiful than you realized. Her hips brushed against his as she climbed into the tub. He almost dropped the bucket as her trailing fingers ghosted past his cock.
“Keep on pouring Andrew, right over my body. I want to be drowned in it.” She lay with her right leg draped over the marble rim, her breathing shallow as he emptied the heavy buckets on her porcelain skin.
“Mmmm, that is invigorating.” Her left hand traced the ancient runes engraved into the tub’s interior while her right hand stroked her smooth stomach, the tips of her fingers caressing the skin just above her blonde pubic mound.
She is mad for the milk, just like the others. Andrew continued to fill the tub with the shimmering milk, sweat beading his brow while the muscles in his arms strained against his black sweatshirt. When it was done her body was almost completely submerged, with only the hard points of her nipples breaking the white surface. He took a breath and wiped his forehead.
Offer her a hand. Wipe her clean. “If there is anything else you need, the door is open. I will be waiting outside.” He turned to leave, but her hand shot out from the milky depths of the tub and grabbed his retreating wrist.
“Andy, would it be possible for you to bathe me. It’s so relaxing in here, I can barely lift my own arms.” He could feel the Mother’s Milk on her fingers, and the glimmer of her eyes drew him to his knees beside the tub. He took the washcloth from the edge of the tub and passed it slowly over her arm, relishing the feel of her wet skin separated from his by only the merest layer of material. She murmured approvingly as he washed her slender arms and wiped the arc of her neck. His hands slipped across her shoulders and the lithe muscles of her legs, kneading the milk into her soft skin. Her skin is as smooth as a newborn’s, but she has a woman’s body.
She was moaning when he finally began to wash her breasts. They were springy to the touch, and he lightly circled the dark areolae before milking the swollen tips between his thumb and forefinger. He could see that her hands were busy between her thighs, bubbles rising and popping on the milk’s surface where it churned above her cunt. One hand rose dripping from the milk and clenched his pulsating prick, the sudden warmth eliciting a gasp from between his fluttering lips. She began to milk him in return; her hand squeezing as she slowly jerked him off.
“So this is what you were trying to hide from me, huh? Come inside the tub and make love to me, Andrew. I need this in me now.”
Andrew slipped out of his clothes and climbed into the tub, his mouth finding Emma’s in a slippery tangle of milk and flesh. They kissed fervently, milk sluicing over the edges of the tub as Emma wrapped her legs around the small of his back. He could feel the points of her nipples scraping against his hard chest as he lowered himself on top of her, and the swishing milk licked at his ass and back as he eased himself into her tight pussy.
“Ahhh,” they moaned in unison as his milk-slickened cock filled her hot center. Her eyes fixed on his as he rolled his hips in fluid circles, her hands raking the sparse black hair that covered his chest. She pulled his head down to her tit and begged him to feed on her as his cock split her wet lips.
Her face is so full of hunger. Andrew took a breath and stuffed his mouth with a tit glossy from Mother’s Milk, his head spinning as he fulfilled the desire he had nursed since he first laid eyes upon the exquisite journalist.
Hmmm, she tastes so good. He suckled eagerly, swirling his tongue around her nipple while he nibbled with his quivering teeth. Mother’s Milk trickled in the corners of his mouth and sent shivering snakes of pleasure racing through his stomach. But she was lactating as well, a sweet milk of her own that splashed against the roof of his mouth and squirted across his feeding face.
One afternoon with the milk queen and her breasts are already full and leaking. She could be the crown jewel of Eshabaar’s milk parlor, a demi-goddess in the womb of the world…
As he sucked, she met his thrusts with her own. She pulled him tightly against her, guttural noises gurgling from her mouth. He slid a hand up her body and stroked her shuddering face, her teeth sinking into his hand as he traced her lips with his fingertips.
You are going to come soon; gaze into her eyes. He reluctantly tore his head from her breast and stared into the green lakes of her eyes, breast milk dribbling from his lips and sprinkling her cheeks. A tiny smile pricked her lips as she licked up the falling drops, her eyes rolling back to reveal the whites beneath. Milk was flying everywhere as their fucking reached a screaming crescendo, and when she came, her pussy clamped around his cock like a vise and milked his spurting come.
Afterwards he rested his head against the pillows of her breasts, a flood of warmth and wellbeing suffusing his entire body.
Please let this moment last forever. You could die happily right now, Mother’s Milk lapping against your spent body as you float in her embrace. They held each other in the milky cradle as he listened to the soft drone of her breathing.
“I think I’m in love with you.” he whispered to her tits.
This was followed by silence, and he worried that he had overstepped the mark. But when she turned his face to her own, he saw a tear running down her cheek, the salty drop mingling with smeared milk.
“I love you, too, Andrew.”
They fell asleep in the sweet solution, their bodies entwined and their fingers interlaced.
Chapter Ten: Seed and Milk, the Eternal War
Evil floats in this pool, thought Emma Lake as she stood in the pale silver glow of Eshabaar’s
milk parlor. A group of women stolen off the streets and forcibly immersed in a vat of Mother’s Milk, all memory of their previous lives washed away in the intoxicating liquid. They love it now, but who wouldn’t? Once they taste the milk they have no alternative but to succumb to its teasing caress.
Emma gazed surreptitiously into Andrew Thorne’s eyes beside her, watching as his transfixed pupils glittered with the shifting light of the pool’s reflection. His rich black hair and striking face were almost enough to dispel all of Emma’s lingering doubts, but the occasional moans emanating from the pregnant women who called the secret cavern home undercut her incipient bliss like a foul odor dancing along the edges of an enticing banquet. Is this truly an acceptable price for desire? Does the promise of long-awaited fulfillment and endless pleasure excuse the sight before you?
Emma squeezed Andrew’s hand while the milk bath was readied for purification. The Sisters were suspended in the air above the iridescent solution like writhing blimps, rivulets of Mother’s Milk dripping off their fleshy skin. The steel tentacles would hold them aloft until the cleansing could be completed, and for once their puffy nipples were not being relentlessly pumped by the terrifying suction caps. Their tits swung pendulously below their hanging bodies, steady streams weeping from their swollen nipples. Emma recognized the auburn-haired woman who had delivered the baby, her stomach already beginning to bud with Eshabaar’s latest surrogate progeny. Her closed eyelids quivered almost imperceptibly in her sensual face, and Emma wondered what the Sisters saw when they entered the silent world of dreams. Probably Eshabaar and her milk, if they still dream at all.
The disheveled, skinny young scientist called Thaddeus passed beneath them with a tiny scraper, running the curved end across the Sisters’ enlarged bellies. Emma looked at him quizzically as he dragged the steel arc along Olivia’s smooth black stomach. Thaddeus noted the odd stare as he collected the microscopic fragments of skin on tiny glass slides.
“Epithelial samples. The solution has a transformative effect on their D.N.A. I try to collate it, recognize a pattern, but it’s becoming futile.” The Sisters appeared to be undergoing a shared trance, their lips murmuring softly as their breast milk spattered on Thaddeus’s bald head.
“The stronger batches of Mother’s Milk are changing them in radical ways. They seem to be aging far more slowly than regular humans, and the wounds of birth are healed within minutes of breaching. This may sound crazy, but I think they’re evolving.”
Crazy was a relative term these days. Emma glanced at the redhead called Ramona, whose massive breasts were spurting uncontrollably as her huge belly sagged in the cool air.
“Do they remember anything of life before all of this, such as their families, friends, and lovers? Surely they cannot forget their whole histories?” Emma had tasted Mother’s Milk and she knew its unspeakable power, but she still struggled to see how these women would willingly consent to their own imprisonment and constant impregnations.
“They remember glimpses, like the snapshots of childhood that come upon us when our minds wander and we allow our senses to transport us.” They were the first words Andrew had spoken for a few minutes, and his voice sounded slightly tremulous beneath the constant lapping of the milk.
“But the milk washes away all, simplifies the user’s needs and eliminates the necessity of memory. Who needs memories when you’re cocooned in constant warmth and forgiveness, close to the earth mother’s beating heart? Tell me, why do you value remembering so highly, when the forgetting is so sweet?”
Emma released his hand awkwardly and chewed her blonde hair while she raised her hand and softly touched Ramona’s dreaming face.
“There are things I wouldn’t want to forget. My mother, books I’ve read, places I’ve seen.” She turned and stared challengingly at Andrew, her green eyes sharply focused as she laid claim to the narrative of her life.
“Perhaps you prefer them like this because they’re so uncomplicated. Unburdened by grief, love, or loss; they’re blank slates with epic tits and succulent milk to feed on. No messy entanglements or emotional baggage: just pure escapism. I’m telling you now, Andrew Thorne, you can bathe me in milk and pour it into my mouth while you fuck me, but I’m never going to become one of them.”
And you don’t have to. You can be so much more… Emma still hadn’t got used to Eshabaar’s silky voice slithering around unbidden in her head.
“You know, I kind of wish you would stop doing that. You’re making me feel like a carnival ride, I feel like I should charge you a dollar every time you hop inside my noggin.”
“Do not be distressed, child.” Eshabaar sat motionless by the edge of the milk bath, absentmindedly trailing a finger across the viscous surface. The earth goddess was naked, her alabaster skin speckled with milk from the overhanging Sisters. Trails of her white hair fell in the water as she inspected one of her nipple piercings with milky fingertips, the blue light from her choker illuminating the glorious mounds of her breasts.
“I have read thousands of minds, and there is nothing in yours that is vile or impure. I know you have the right constitution for this place. You may think this whole set up perverse, but recall the greater good. The Children of the Mountain have lives and homes to look forward to; the world has Mother’s Milk.” She squeezed her nipple and a jet of milk splashed on her translucent foot.
“Laguna is the nursery of the gods.”
Emma tore her eyes away from the unnaturally beautiful breasts and thought briefly about the children. They were so gorgeous and innocent, and even now they were playing outside in the afternoon sun, their fingers covered in dandelions and their smiles beaming. If she closed her eyes, she could almost hear the tinkle of their voices beyond the parlor walls.
“And they will never know their true mothers.”
A flash of anger briefly distorted Eshabaar’s face, and Emma caught a fleeting glimpse of the terrible wrath that brewed beneath the earth mother’s flawless skin.
“They will always know their true mother. I live in their blood and the pulse of their hearts. The Sisters are merely vessels for the ancient seed. The milk is mine, and it flows through the children’s veins as surely as Esther Thorne’s spirit lives in Andy. Do not presume to lecture me on motherhood, Ms. Lake. Goddesses can be vengeful, even children know this.”
Emma bit her lip and considered protesting further before Andrew’s hand circled her from behind and settled across her tits.
“Let’s leave these debates alone, Emma. Eshabaar must go back into the mountain after the purification, and we may not see her for a few more months. She must regain her strength and develop more milk from the mountain’s seed. Let us enjoy this final afternoon together.”
Emma’s pussy trembled as Andrew’s strong fingers kneaded her sensitive breasts. His fingertips teased her tender areolae as he licked her earlobe. She was still disturbed by the machinations of the milk parlor and Eshabaar’s dark tone, but she found any vestiges of resistance melting as Andrew fondled her and his cock poked firmly against her ass. He delicately kissed her neck and she groaned, her hand grasping his and forcing it between her greasy thighs.
Thaddeus muttered under his breath and abandoned his skin samples. “Jesus guys, at least give me a warning before you get all X-rated on me. I’m a professional!”
“Then go back to the pod and do your calculations, conscientious objector.” Andrew licked Emma’s lips as his fingertip brushed her clit.
“It’s time for us to get wet.”
Emma responded fiercely to his exploring digits, her hand stroking Andrew’s throbbing dick through his pants.
You are a prisoner to him, and you don’t even care. Desire must never be feared child. Fear of our own selves leads men to the greatest follies and the most heinous depravities. The only thing worth fearing is the desire unpursued, for it may be a desire that can never be reignited. Eshabaar’s voice was a fading whisper as the tall goddess stood and waded a few steps into the milk
bath. Milk was pouring from the Sisters’ breasts as their queen spread her pale legs and unfolded the lips of her cunt with wet fingertips.
“A drop of the squid lord’s seed, a kiss of my holy waste.” She pissed right then, the hot stream of pale blue urine bubbling over her hands and hissing on the milk’s cool surface. Emma’s eyelids fluttered as she watched the eerily gorgeous creature unleash a thundering flood of her sacred urine.
It is a powerful liquid, Ms. Lake, seasoned with the power of the severed cock. It will make my children strong.
Emma briefly wondered whose disembodied prick Eshabaar was referring to when Andrew stopped fingering her, took her wrist, and pointed at the steaming piss flowing from the Earth Mother’s white pubic mound.
“Mother’s Milk is a heady brew, and not all of the ingredients are sweet. But I promise you will like the taste all the same.” She swallowed once and smelt her cum on Andrew’s raised fingers. The milk was calling her and she was powerless to refuse.
Emma walked into the pool as she slid from her loose white dress. Andrew followed closely behind with his rigid manhood leading the way. Above them the Sisters were beginning to shake, their large round bodies shuddering violently as the robotic tentacles tightened their metallic grips.
“Seed and milk, the eternal war, the sacred union before us all.” Their voices were hoarse as their breast milk joined the pool’s percolating surface. Eshabaar’s tits were leaking, the precious milk mixing with the warm fountain of urine flavoring the milk bath. Emma couldn’t say why, but the first thing she did when she neared the gushing queen was to duck her head and take the hot spray directly in her hungry face,
The indigo discharge was almost scalding hot against her skin, and she could taste its pungent saltiness and sharp acid as it splashed against the back of her throat. Eshabaar held Emma’s head in an outstretched arm and aimed an arc of her piss directly in her mouth.
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