“I have a wager for you,” Ember purred.
“Well, since you’re threatening to sic your pet Purifiers on us, I guess we don’t really have a choice…” Kara huffed, crossing her arms under her breasts as she looked up at Ember, but she could only barely see past the taller woman’s enormous left breast.
“Drink me, both of you. If you can drink all of me without stopping for anything but the occasional bit of air or a burp, I will be your personal milk slave for as long as you want me. Whenever you want, you can just call me and I will drop what I am doing and come to provide-.”
“And if we can’t?” Suri interjected, raising an eyebrow, though she struggled to keep her tongue in her mouth as thoughts of Ember’s gargantuan milky breasts at her beck and call bounced through her head.
Ember looked to the side as she began unlacing the back of her gown, arms above her head. “If you can’t empty my breast…“ the silvery fabric slid away from her pendulous bosom, gathering at her waist as she hefted her breasts, thumb-sized nipples pointed like daggers at the two of them- “You’ll fill it.” Her nipples opened with soft gasping sounds, hungrily sucking forth.
Kara looked around the small room, from Ember cradling her massive bosom to her friend standing next to her to the two veteran Purifiers behind them blocking the only door. They didn’t look like they were under any sort of milk-induced spell, but casually mentioning devouring other people and demonstrating the means to do so (even through non-oral means) in front of warrior-priests devoted to destroying anthrophagous creatures usually provoked a bit of a response.
“I don’t think we have a choice, Su.”
“I don’t think so either,” Suri replied, finishing her own scan of the room. “But we’ve both eaten men bigger than her tits, right? How hard can it be?”
Harder than it looked, apparently. Forty minutes later, the two of them were suckling for dear life against a seemingly never-ending torrent of rich, creamy milk. Suri pulled away; gasping for air, her olive skin positively green, and her stomach hugely distended and drum-tight.
“Done already? You’ve hardly had any.” Ember mocked. “I thought you had it in you, but I guess it’s going to be in me.”
Suri steeled her face and turned back to the swollen teat, staring it down as if she could cause it to run out of milk through sheer force of will. Almost in response, several fat beads of milk oozed from the offending nipple. Suri’s stomach lurched and her cheeks bulged. She clapped her hands to her mouth, letting Ember’s right breast drop with a meaty slap against the other woman’s stomach.
Just as a drop of milk began to trickle from her clamped fingers, Ember’s breast lunged forward with a soft growl, her nipple stretching to take in Suri’s head and shoulders. Kara stared in horror as the monstrous mammary swallowed up her friend in violent, jerking gulps, struggling only a little to engulf Suri’s huge, milk-filled gut. She kept enough of her composure not to spit or cry out; ignoring her own bloated belly’s twinges of protest as she continued suckling rhythmically.
Ember turned to her, a lazy smile of triumph on her face. “Don’t worry; I can still give milk with her in there... but your job has become a lot harder, wouldn’t you say?”
Tags: samesize, breast expansion, breast vore, lactation, multiple victims, evil, magic
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Story by MasterToymaker |
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Artwork by Exemi |
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