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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "Cynder was once afraid that the tearing of her dress would lead to her having to suffer the indignity of leers and jeers from the lewd machinations of men. Upon seeing Markus’s expression, she no longer fears that.\nMarkus’s eyes are so transfixed upon her full, red, lactating breasts that his own eyes almost look like tits. He practically drools, lowering down his weapon, staring transfixed.\n“So,” she says, sighing gently, placing a hand on her cheek, squishing her boob up against her, letting the milk run over her arm. “You know my secret. I suffer from a curse of continuous lactation. Only my dress can keep me from continually leaking everywhere, dripping this warm…”\n“Uh huh…”\n“Sweet…”\n“Yeah…”\n“Milk.”\n“Oh… oh no…” Markus shakes his head, tightening his grip on his sword. “You’re messing with me. I will not be swayed!”\nShe opens her arms, closes her eyes, and tilts her head back. The milk trails down her sides, highlighting her feminine curves.\nHe licks his lips, then shakes his head, growls, and splits his sword into two smaller blades, sparks shocking each of them.\nShe smirked, opening one eye and watching this battle in his mind.\n“Perhaps, there is another way?” she asks, tilting her head down, her smirk now superior to him, hands slipping to press up against her tits. “Perhaps we don’t need to fight anymore? Perhaps, if you put your silly little weapons down, then you can have your fill of my tits and all the milk that comes out of them?”\nShe steps forward, squeezing those breasts. Milk shoots out, spattering onto the floor.\nHe steps back, one sword lowering.\n“Imagine, oh great hero, having all you could ever drink, laying on my soft lap.” She strokes her hand down over her thigh, leaving a glistening trail of the sticky, sweet substance as her fingers stroke over herself.\nHe gulps.\n“You can have it straight from the tap, nice and warm.” She coos.\nHis knees rock and knock together, and he swallows the salivation in his mouth.\nShe’s right in front of him now. He could cut her so simply like mowing the lawn, but instead, he remains still, save for those eyes, which follow her nipples as she sways in front of him.\n“Imagine it,” she says, a purr in the back of her throat. “All this sweet warmth deep in your belly, and you’ll never have to worry about not having what you desire ever again. You’ve won!”\nShe adds to this point by squeezing again. This time, she aims herself correctly, her milk splashing the dragon warrior in the face. It trickles down his nose and snout, pooling at his mouth. He shudders, then closes his eyes, his tongue shooting out, licking over the precious liquid, slurping it up, a gasp rising up from his face.\nHis swords clatter to the floor, his hands open, weak, his mind unable to force him to grip them anymore.\n“What are you waiting for?” she asks, her voice husky.\nHe leaps forward, grabbing at her, his hands grasping for one tit, holding that massive mammary, squeezing, and opening his mouth wide.\nThe milk splashes at his tongue, his eyes roll back, and his voice is nothing more than a satisfied groan as he tastes what he has been denying himself for so long.\nDeep in his mind, the warrior screams at himself, chastising him for falling for the temptations of his enemy. But this voice inside him is drowned as waves of white flow over him, completely enrapturing his mind, flooding him with the delights of the simple pleasure that is the taste of a dragon’s most perfect teat treat!\nCynder places a hand on his head, rubbing his hair, growling tenderly as he squeezes and plays, laps, and licks. “Oh, aren’t you the hungry hero?” she says, her tail lashing back and forth. “That’s okay, baby. You can have as much as you want. Why are you holding back?”\nHis eyes brightened at that, and he stared deep into hers before he blinked, tears running down his cheeks. He wraps his lips around the tip, sucking on that nipple. The suction is enough to coax out a steady stream that fills his mouth, swishing around inside him, washing away all concerns and all of his desires. After all, what else could he possibly want when he is filled with such the perfect fountain?\nHe gulps down the perfect milk. It’s an almost constant flow from the evil queen to his waiting tummy. He practically stands on his tiptoes to get as much of her as he can, all while her arms reach around him, pulling him up close to herself, gentle coos rising from her, whispering sweetly for him.\n“There we go,” she says, sighing. “You found a compromise… a way we could live together without any more bloodshed. The only fluid spilled today shall be milk, and for a woman so cursed with it, it is something I thank you for.”\nHe responds in an acknowledging hum, his eyes closed, his mind shut off from the world around him.\nAs he drinks, she leads him back to the deeper depths of her keep, staring up with a smirk of absolute evil as she sighs happily. “Oh, my dear little dragon warrior. Together, we shall have such a wonderful, ah, time. Mmm…”\nSomewhere, deep in the depths of Markus’s mind, his sense of right and justice gasps and floats in a sea of milky turmoil. It stares up, defeated, surrounded by his deepest desires.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Cynder was once afraid that the tearing of her dress would lead to her having to suffer the indignity of leers and jeers from the lewd machinations of men. Upon seeing Markus’s expression, she no longer fears that.
Markus’s eyes are so transfixed upon her full, red, lactating breasts that his own eyes almost look like tits. He practically drools, lowering down his weapon, staring transfixed.
“So,” she says, sighing gently, placing a hand on her cheek, squishing her boob up against her, letting the milk run over her arm. “You know my secret. I suffer from a curse of continuous lactation. Only my dress can keep me from continually leaking everywhere, dripping this warm…”
“Uh huh…”
“Sweet…”
“Yeah…”
“Milk.”
“Oh… oh no…” Markus shakes his head, tightening his grip on his sword. “You’re messing with me. I will not be swayed!”
She opens her arms, closes her eyes, and tilts her head back. The milk trails down her sides, highlighting her feminine curves.
He licks his lips, then shakes his head, growls, and splits his sword into two smaller blades, sparks shocking each of them.
She smirked, opening one eye and watching this battle in his mind.
“Perhaps, there is another way?” she asks, tilting her head down, her smirk now superior to him, hands slipping to press up against her tits. “Perhaps we don’t need to fight anymore? Perhaps, if you put your silly little weapons down, then you can have your fill of my tits and all the milk that comes out of them?”
She steps forward, squeezing those breasts. Milk shoots out, spattering onto the floor.
He steps back, one sword lowering.
“Imagine, oh great hero, having all you could ever drink, laying on my soft lap.” She strokes her hand down over her thigh, leaving a glistening trail of the sticky, sweet substance as her fingers stroke over herself.
He gulps.
“You can have it straight from the tap, nice and warm.” She coos.
His knees rock and knock together, and he swallows the salivation in his mouth.
She’s right in front of him now. He could cut her so simply like mowing the lawn, but instead, he remains still, save for those eyes, which follow her nipples as she sways in front of him.
“Imagine it,” she says, a purr in the back of her throat. “All this sweet warmth deep in your belly, and you’ll never have to worry about not having what you desire ever again. You’ve won!”
She adds to this point by squeezing again. This time, she aims herself correctly, her milk splashing the dragon warrior in the face. It trickles down his nose and snout, pooling at his mouth. He shudders, then closes his eyes, his tongue shooting out, licking over the precious liquid, slurping it up, a gasp rising up from his face.
His swords clatter to the floor, his hands open, weak, his mind unable to force him to grip them anymore.
“What are you waiting for?” she asks, her voice husky.
He leaps forward, grabbing at her, his hands grasping for one tit, holding that massive mammary, squeezing, and opening his mouth wide.
The milk splashes at his tongue, his eyes roll back, and his voice is nothing more than a satisfied groan as he tastes what he has been denying himself for so long.
Deep in his mind, the warrior screams at himself, chastising him for falling for the temptations of his enemy. But this voice inside him is drowned as waves of white flow over him, completely enrapturing his mind, flooding him with the delights of the simple pleasure that is the taste of a dragon’s most perfect teat treat!
Cynder places a hand on his head, rubbing his hair, growling tenderly as he squeezes and plays, laps, and licks. “Oh, aren’t you the hungry hero?” she says, her tail lashing back and forth. “That’s okay, baby. You can have as much as you want. Why are you holding back?”
His eyes brightened at that, and he stared deep into hers before he blinked, tears running down his cheeks. He wraps his lips around the tip, sucking on that nipple. The suction is enough to coax out a steady stream that fills his mouth, swishing around inside him, washing away all concerns and all of his desires. After all, what else could he possibly want when he is filled with such the perfect fountain?
He gulps down the perfect milk. It’s an almost constant flow from the evil queen to his waiting tummy. He practically stands on his tiptoes to get as much of her as he can, all while her arms reach around him, pulling him up close to herself, gentle coos rising from her, whispering sweetly for him.
“There we go,” she says, sighing. “You found a compromise… a way we could live together without any more bloodshed. The only fluid spilled today shall be milk, and for a woman so cursed with it, it is something I thank you for.”
He responds in an acknowledging hum, his eyes closed, his mind shut off from the world around him.
As he drinks, she leads him back to the deeper depths of her keep, staring up with a smirk of absolute evil as she sighs happily. “Oh, my dear little dragon warrior. Together, we shall have such a wonderful, ah, time. Mmm…”
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