The Moray's Lair 🔞

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Malleus felt so much lighter. In a mere few hours, she might once more regret the potency of her self-transformation spell, bemoan the productive power of the mammalian chest she had grown, but right now, she could not fathom any better feeling than the relief of being emptied.

She petted Sebek's hair. Her stomach was seemingly bottomless, and she cared deeply about her duties toward Malleus, so Malleus could count on her every time.

"Thank you, Sir Sebek," she said softly, placing a finger under her chin.

Sebek gulped, hard, Malleus's milk sinking down her throat, before she followed her lady's nonverbal command to look into her eyes. "It's my pleasure, milady," she said, loud voice made smooth and husky by the cream fat coating her throat.

Malleus smiled. "You're still hungry," she said, not as a question, but as a statement of fact, of familiarity with her guardsman's appetite.

Sebek paused, squirmed a little.

Malleus slid a hand down her side, soaking up Sebek's own half-mammalian body heat, until she felt the soft spot under her ribs, the side of her belly. It was not as soft as it usually was, no mere fleshy approach to her muscular front; it was firmer. Malleus was feeling her own milk inside her.

Malleus' chest felt so much lighter, so much softer.

Sebek's belly growled.

Malleus chuckled. "I've got more for you," she said, gently guiding her head to her other breast. "Eat up, Sir Sebek."

Sebek dipped her head, a loose lock of hair falling over her brow, as she fitted her lips around her other nipple.

Malleus sighed in contentment. She leaned back into her pillows, allowing herself to relax as the pleasure of Sebek's hungrily suckling lips spiraled through her.

She played with her free nipple, relishing how puffy it was, how it sprang and bounced atop the freshly-emptied breast, until she felt a tingling, felt a bead of wetness form under her finger, and she stopped.

She rubbed Sebek's back instead.

Sebek's breath caught in her throat, but she continued her feast, sucking hard and gulping lustily.

She stopped, detached, bowed her head away, and Malleus opened her mouth to ask what was wrong, but was interrupted by what sounded like a long roll of thunder.

It was only a burp coming out of Sebek, she realized, as a breeze of warm air brushed over her exposed chest and upper belly.

Malleus swooped in before Sebek could react to herself, kissing the crown of her head and wrapping both arms around her.

Sebek froze for a long few seconds, undeniably, adorably embarrassed.

She took Malleus' nipple back in her mouth.

Malleus watched her suck, feeling her back pulsate with every gulp, tracing the outline of her sports bra underneath her shirt. Seeing her arm muscles tense underneath her sleeves, she took instead to supporting her in her arms, lending a touch of magic to her grasp to keep her knight comfortably in place.

A little moan came, deep and quiet, from somewhere in Sebek's chest.

"Good boy," Malleus said gently.

Sebek whimpered, loosing a breath that tickled Malleus' skin.

"What's the matter, my dear? Don't tell me you're full up already."

Pursing her lips, Sebek shook her head.

"Drink up, then."

Sebek obeyed.

Humming with satisfaction, Malleus drummed her fingertips upon Sebek's back, trying not to get too excited by the feeling of her milk draining into her.

After a few minutes, Sebek stopped, still tonguing her, but shifting slightly where she lay on top of her body.

Malleus furrowed her brow, ready to chastise Sebek, but was interrupted by the rumble of another burp.

Malleus gasped. The vibrations tickled where her lips touched her nipple, and they mounted so intense that the plush flesh of her breast visibly rippled before her eyes.

Sebek's head shot up, eyes wide with shame. "Milady—" she began.

"That felt good," Malleus blurted out.

Sebek blinked.

Deliberately, Malleus returned her shock with a smile. "Belch all you want," she said soothingly, and petted her face. "Especially if it makes room in your stomach which may then hold more of my milk."

"Yes, my lady," Sebek answered.

Slowly, cautiously, she ducked back down to Malleus' chest, and pressed her lips there once again.

Once again, she belched.

"Good boy," Malleus whispered. Wet warmth trickled rapidly down her breasts, fresh milk that Sebek rapidly licked up, one, then the other. She gulped, and belched again, loudly.

"Such a noisy boy," Malleus said, then quickly amended, "but keep going. It follows most naturally that a good eater is a good burper."

"Milady, your praise—"

Malleus silenced her with a firm pull to her hair and an ethereally gentle kiss to her lips.

"You may thank me with your actions, Sir Sebek."