It is dark and cold in the dungeon, and Lactania stirs. The reptilian milk mage finds herself on her knees, her arms raised high, her shoulders hurting, and her dress hanging on by a thread.

When she lifts her head, she sees through the darkness around her and enters the solitary cell. The wind moans through drafty stone, and a constant dripping echoes throughout. Who knows how many hallways? She is left alone with the maddening plinking.

But she isn't alone for long, for boisterous laughs and the steps of four feet reach her auditory canals. She hangs her head low, keeping her eyes slightly lidded to pretend she is defeated and asleep.

The door clicks, echoing throughout the room and drowning out the drip-dropping, only for the loud clang of the metal frame slamming open to replace it.

"Alrighty. Here we are! Right where we left her." The first voice is gruff, deep, and female?

"Damn, and I thought they said you were a cow," the second sniveled, a shorter, higher-pitched male.

The two captors step up to Lactania. The two of them dress in simple tunics with short sleeves. As described, the leader of the two is a cow, tall and broad, but her tits are relatively small.

The second is a smaller male, perhaps a rat. He carries a cauldron with which he grunts and hefts over before the milk mage, clanging it loudly before her. "If that doesn't wake her up, nothing will!"

The two wait to see her response.

Stirring, Lactania opens her eyes, glancing around at her guards. "And just what do you plan to do to me? Don't you know who I am?"

"Oh hell yeah, we do," says the cow, stepping around her and getting behind the milk mage. She cracks her knuckles and snickers, gripping the milk-mage's shoulders hard. "You're the former champion and legendary of the lactative arts, Lactania."

The rat steps to the side, cracking his fingers as he stares at the captive's chest. "And you lost your spot to a little dragon just before our boss could get some out of ya."

"Now," says the cow, her hands moving to Lactania's throat. "It's our job to take what he wants."

"What are you talking about-aaah!?" Lactania's retort is cut short when the cow tears the strap holding her top up. The bovine tosses it forward, and the rat catches it, tearing down the dress and exposing the heaving, full breasts of the mage.

"I won't let you get away with this!" Lactania snarls.

"Oh, but we're already doing it!" says the cow, leaning in. Her strong arms wrap around the caster, squeezing and holding them up.

Warm streams of milk squirt out of the sorceress.
The rat tilts the container so the streams all land inside, rolling down in rivulets as they fill the bowl.

"Don't let any of it spill!" the cow says, fondling and working the tits with practiced hands. "The boss'll have our heads if we don't give him all of it!"

Lactania moans as she's pumped by those squeezing, groping hands. The hot breath of the cow behind her makes her shudder as she tries to pull away from the tight chains that hold her down.

"That's easy for you to say!" the rat snaps, moving the cauldron about. "There's just so much of the damned stuff. It's spraying everywhere! I thought you said you were a pro at this!"

"I am!" snaps the cow. "She's just got so much grade-A milk in her, it's gonna spill and drizzle and stain her dress!"

And the glistening of the cow's forearms and the rivulets of milk that strain down Lactania's scales are proof enough. Despite all the groping and the squeezing, the milk mage doesn't seem any less full than when they started.
Lactania huffs, her mouth hanging open as she watches the whole cauldron fill to the point the rat can no longer hold it.

Now, the cow pushes against Lactania, her small breasts against the milk mage's back as she squeezes and fondles.

Beside her, the rat also gets in on the action, holding and aiming the things and snickering. "Gods damn, there's so much of this all over her body! How can we gather it all?"

The cow huffs. "I don't know. But it shouldn't matter if we fill up the cauldron!"

Lactania groans, her tits becoming so sore from the constant attack of those hands. She lifts her chin and whines, speaking up. "P… please… give your hands a rest… let me… recover."

"Eh, we got a good bit already," says the rat. He licks his lips. "Maybe the boss wouldn't mind if we kept some for ourselves."

"Just be gentle…" Lactania says. "And it's yours."

The cow laughs, stepping back. She slaps Lactania on the rear. "Well, well, glad you've finally seen things our way, milk-slut. Now, pucker up, boyo, and enjoy your drink."

The rat rubs his hands together and holds onto one of the orbs, having it in both hands as the thing is massive compared to his frame. He licks over the nipple, taking in that sweet taste. His whole body shivers in delight as he moans, drinking up the offered drink.

The cow leans back, stretching out her arms and shaking off her hands. "Glad to have a break. In a minute, I'll grab another cauldron.”

The rat pulls back, smacking his lips. "Take your time, take your time."

As the cow steps past Lactania, the milk mage smirks, and then she coos and whispers to the man, enjoying a nice milky treat. "Enjoy every last drop, dear. You're going to regret it."

The rat's ears flicker after Lactania's proclamation: "Whatcha talkin' about-ooooh!"

Suddenly, through the power of lactomancy, the milk that lingers in his mouth forms into tiny milky bullets that rattle around in his head. He's sent stumbling this way and that, covering his face and yowling in pain.

The cow grunts, squeezing Lactania’s tits. "What are you tryin' to pull?" She growls. "Stop your sorcery now, you witch!"

"Stop? Sorry, but you gave me all the magical essence I need!" With that, the milk in the cauldron bubbles, foaming and spinning from the magical energy that Lactania emits. Suddenly, the thing shoots off in a pressurized blast, hitting the milk mage squarely in the chest, sending her flying back like a massive milky wrecking ball, flinging the cow upward, and slamming her against the back wall!

The bovine guard groans, slipping out of her grip and falling dazed to the floor. Meanwhile, the rivulets and droplets of milk slink up Lactania's body, slipping into the locking mechanism and working upon the tumblers of her manacles.

The rat coughs and spits, the remnants of the milk in his mouth falling out like little pearls. He snarls and grabs his knife. "Okay, you: the boss said if you weren't playing fair, we should teach you a lesson!"

Lactania's smile grows across her face, and the manacles click, freeing her from her bonds. She stands in a fluid motion, the milk shining as it runs down her buxom form. "Oh, you wish to teach me a lesson?" she asks, licking her lips. "Come on, little man."

The rat's eyes twitch, and he slashes his knife at Lactania.
Lactania steps back, dodging the blade. With a flick of her wrist, she animates a puddle of the milk, turning it into a leash that wraps around his ankle, tugging at him and sending him falling back. With a beckoning gesture, she summons the weapon from his hand, spins around, and throws it, her eyes glowing with magical energy that aids in her aim, sending her weapon true and catching the rat's sleeve. Enchanted by her spell work, the blade digs into the ground, pinning him to the floor.

The cow rubs her head, stumbling, snorting, and putting up her fists. "That's it, you bitch," she snarls. "It's go time!"

With a loud and long lulling grunt, the cow rushes forward, throwing a punch.

Lactania weaves underneath that wayward and dizzy punch, forming magical energy into her fingertips and thrusting her hand forward, that martial move burying against her opponent's armored abs.

"Never fight a magician in a fist-fight," Lactania coos, and from her extended fingertips, she fires off blast after blast of peppering bolts of magic, each of them nothing on their own but an onslaught of many stings with great intensity, doubling over her opponent, making the cow fall forward, grabbing her stomach, and moaning in pain.

"How undignified it is to be unwittingly groped by a brutish bovine such as yourself," Lactania says. "You should know the sanctity of milk. Or, since you are a mammal, do you take the life-giving fluid for granted?"

“F… fuck you…” the cow growls.

"Sorry, love. I only have eyes for one who appreciates me." She says this, stomping a milky puddle. From it forms a massive milky fist. This one launches into the air, uppercutting the cow and sending her sprawling onto her back.

The rat yelps and tries to get his armored sleeve freed from the magical knife but to no avail. He screams and squirms as the naked milk mage approaches him, one hand on her hip and the other hand crackling with magical energy.

"Please… please, oh great Lactania. D-don't hurt me!"

She chuckles slightly, her snake tail swishing back and forth. She lifts her free hand, and all the milk spilled in the room coalesces into a ball, swirling and sloshing. "Now, now, you stole my milk. Of course, I will have to ask for repayment."

"H-how about some information!" he gasps.

"Now, what could I possibly want to know?" the milk mage begins. As she is about to throw the magical sorcerous sphere at his muzzle, her memory flashes with recognition.

She wasn't alone.

"Markus," she whispers, "Where is he?"

The sphere shifts into a spear, pointing at the rat's neck.

The cowardly guard shudders, his whiskers pointing up and his body trembling. "N-n-now th-there's no need to hurt me. I'll tell you! The little blue fella. He's being held here in another chamber. It's down a few floors. You can't miss it!"

The milk mage dismisses the milky weapon, letting it spill over the rat. "Very well. You're lucky I am a woman of my word. You're free to go… if you can free yourself from that enchanted dagger.”

The rat yelps and cries for help, but Lactania steps with her head held high out of the prison chamber, slamming the door shut behind her. Even though she is fully nude, she doesn't let that bother her. If her Markus is in danger, that is all that matters.

	That being said, she does bolt through the hallways of the dungeon, past other chambers where other magical creatures are held captive. Each of them glances up at her, looking for a chance to escape, but those are not her concerns.

As she heads down the stairs, she runs into another guard. This one is a black cat holding a lantern. He yelps when he sees her and reaches for his belt, where he stores his whistle.

The milk mage runs her hand along her tail and whips it, slamming the enchanted thing against the guard's side and knocking him against the wall.

By the time he wakes up, he'll forget everything he sees. That's best, because anyone who would harm Markus is in for quite the surprise.

Markus sits strapped to a chair in a cold and unwelcoming room. All around him, on the walls, various torture implements hang, ready to show off to any unfortunate soul who finds themselves the primary guest of this terrible place. However, it isn't whips and chains that are on display here, but rather the form of the one providing the torture. 
Standing before him with her head no higher than his chest in his seated state is a goat-like creature with eyes that burn with a passion for pain and manipulation. Large horns curl up from her forehead, and leathery, bat-like wings drape over her shoulders. Huge, floppy ears drape down over those wings, looking like ceremonial tassels. Through yellow eyes that slit vertically, she seems pretty uncanny. However, her broad hips and her enormous tits show off more about her than the other demonic traits could ever do. She dresses in accessories and sleeves, but they do not cover her upper body. Instead, she only has garments that support but keep exposed, her voluptuous breasts.

"So," the demoness begins, stepping up with a hoof onto a small stool before Markus. "Why don't you be a good boy and tell me all about your milk mage mistress, hm? Where does she get her power? How does she use it? I'm very interested in learning all I can about her, but she's just so mean to me," she says with a pout, fluttering her eyes at him.

Markus turns up his snout at her and huffs. "Listen here, you half-sized hellspawn: I may be many things, but a backstabber isn't one of them!"

"Ooh, you have such dedication to her, but do you think that Lactania has total loyalty to you?" the succubus asks, stroking a long-nailed finger along his thigh. "After all, if something bad happens to you, then she's free to be the queen bitch she used to be instead of babysitting you. Then, if you're locked up in here and she joins us, you'd be stuck forever for the whims of my master."

He growls, gripping the arms, his eyes narrowing.

Snickering slightly, the succubus kicks the stool closer to the chair and steps up to it. She then trails her finger down along her collar and around the mound of her breast. "But if you tell us everything we need, I'll give you a perfect gift." She squeezes the tip of her mound, just around her areolas. Sweet milk pearls up at the nipple, the droplet forming and quivering. "Did you know that a succubus has an unlimited milk supply?"

Markus's eyes lock onto the pearl, staring transfixed.

"The tales say that you made Lactania fill an entire room with her milk. With me, you could fill a palace."

Markus gulps, squirming in his chair slightly.

The succubus leans in, her free hand lifting that large mound closer to his lips. "Go ahead, lean in, taste. You'll enjoy every drop for all eternity, for sure."

Markus's eyes cross as they stare at that proffered breast, but then they lock in on the succubus's face. He spreads his mouth wide in a smile, ruefully filling his face as he barks a hearty laugh at her.

This makes the succubus step back, nearly falling off her stool. "What!?"

"Hah! You honestly think I need a limitless supply of milk?" Markus says, rocking back and forth. "Lactania's plentiful breasts are more than enough for me, and there's nothing you can do to change that!"

The succubus hops onto her stool, clenching her fists and stomping her hoof. "Oooh, you disrespectful mortal! How dare you laugh off my gift!" She wrinkles her nose, her ears bristling. "Oooh, you'll regret this. You want milk, huh? Then, I can give you milk. Milk so much you'll drown in it if you don't talk!" She says this, gripping her tit and grabbing him by the back of the head, wrenching him forward. "Now, then, either you're gonna gulp this down, or it's gonna go down into your lungs. Either way, I'll have fun for certain."

Behind her, the door to the room slowly opens, and Lactania's large hand slowly pulls the portal toward her. She smiles at Markus and gently, tentatively, tiptoes toward the short succubus.

"What's the matter?" asks the demon, shaking her chest, pressing his lips right up against that tit. She squeezes her breast, spilling the sweet and hellish substance over his lips, dribbling it down his chin.

The seducer laughs, shaking her hips and bouncing on her hooves. "Ooh, once you open up, you'll never stop." She cackles, her impish nature shining through.

But that's when large hands reach from behind her, and massive breasts, sticky and wet, press against her back.

"Oh, baby," coos Lactania. "You really put yourself in a bad position. Markus, be a dear and show her just the mess she got herself into."

With that, she pushes the demon forward, pressing together both tits so that the nipples squish together.

That's when Markus takes his opportunity, wrapping his lips around both teets and suckling. His tongue lashes up and down, back and forth along the nips, stimulating them, making them stiff.

"A… ah… n… nuh... No! Let go of me! This is supposed to be his torture! You can't just, aaagh!"

Lactania shuts the succubus by massaging those milkers, sending warm, tingling milk streams onto Markus's tongue.

The dragon laps and suckles, coaxing more liquid from the succubus's bust.

The demon dangles, held up by Lactania, and presses to Markus, kicking her hooves in a sad attempt to escape. But she cannot escape, as she is squished between these scaled wonders, left to gasp and groan as Markus sucks and sucks and sucks and Lactania squeeze and squeezes and squeezes.

Markus's eyes latch onto Lactania, and Lactania coos, patting him on the head. "I'm glad I could find you," she says. "Now, let's finish this and get ourselves out of here, hm?"

And Markus, his mouth complete, lets out an enthusiastic, "Mmm-Hmmm!"

The succubus squirms, pushing herself away from Markus, but Lactania keeps her pinned up against the two of them.

The milkmage brushes her fingers over the demon's hair. "Oh, no, no, no… you wanted Markus to drink but didn't understand what that entailed, did you?"

With that, Markus suckled, closing his eyes, savoring every sweet drop of the slightly smoky solution. "Mmmmph…"

"You were correct when you said that he would be able to milk me dry, but you didn't realize that he has no limit in his desire for dairy.”

The succubus's hooves kick around uselessly as she dangles between the two, struck between their chests and the tight hold of the milk mage. "Puh - Please… have mercy! I am only doing as I was told! Don't suck me dry, oh dragon!"

Markus's glance turns toward Lactania, wide and curious but also devious.

Lactania smirks back at him.

Markus's suckling goes faster and harder, taking more and more demonic milk into himself, filling his belly with the sloshy white goodness of a mother's delightful drink.

Bleating, the succubus thrashes around. "W… wait! I can to-tell you, ah… all about my, ugh, boosss!"

"Better be quick," Lactania coos. "Markus can do this all day if need be."

When Lactania and Markus retrieved all they could from the succubus, they left the demon a drained and twitching mess, completely knocked out and no longer a threat.

On their way through the dungeon, Markus rubs his tummy and licks his lips.

"Now it's time to give their boss a talking to," Lactania says, clenching her fist and speeding up her approach.

Markus blinks, holding his stomach and following her. "Are… are you sure about that, my teacher? We could escape. That’ll be enough to tell him he shouldn't mess with us."
Lactania smiles at her pupil, holding his hand in hers, and nods. "If we don't deal with this now, he will most likely return for us. It’s now or never."

Markus nods, squeezing her hand.

The two of them pass what would be an easy exit to continue further to the deepest recesses of the dungeon, and when they push open the great doors leading into the chamber beyond, glimmering piles of gold greet them in torchlight.

And sitting upon those piles, lounging in all his wealthy splendor, is a red dragon, anthropomorphic in shape and muscular in build. His broad shoulders lie upon his coin mattress, his tail swishing along his riches, and his statuesque frame is displayed for the two to see in all its glory.

"Ah," he rumbles, his voice a deep and seductive baritone. “Lactania, you've proven far more resourceful than I could have imagined. But that is why I had hoped to find you in the first place."

"You must be Halatraxion," Markus says, growling. "You should know better than to mess with another dragon's possessions!"

Lactania squeezes Markus's hand, and the dragon backs down, nodding and watching her.

Halatraxion chuckles, smirking in a shark-toothed grin. "Oh, well, you should know very well that it's not in a dragon's nature to share."

"And you," booms Lactania, "should know that I'm not a prize to be won nor a treasure to abscond."

"Well then," Halatraxion says, pushing himself up. Mounds of coins roll off his shoulders and back into piles at his feet. Smoke emerges between his teeth as he looks down at the milk mage and her apprentice. "It looks like the two of you will have to learn that I decide what is or isn't true in my domain."

He grows large in the chest, smoke billowing around him. The air pressure is like wind, forcing Lactania and Markus to step a few paces toward him. He smirks and then bellows forward, a cone of fire erupting from his throat.

Lactania smirks.

The milk mage squeezes her full and bare tits, gushing a powerful stream of her dairy straight toward the roaring flame. It crashes against the fiery blast, steaming and frothing and filling the room with the cooked milk scent, leaving the treasure chamber in a smoke-filled ambiance.

The dragon coughs and bats his wings, pushing the smokiest steam away from him, leaving only a white misty haze about the place. "Oh, that's just cute. I didn't bring you here to show me cheap parlor tricks," he says, rolling his shoulders and stretching. "I wish to create invincible weapons emboldened by potent magic!"

"Weapons?" Markus gasped. "With Lactania's milk as an energy source, then…"

"That's right," Halatraxion says, stepping forward, "Then I would have a near-limitless supply of arms that I can use to conquer and then rule with an iron fist."

Forming his hand into a fist, the dragon throws a swiping punch toward Markus.

Markus hops back, his eyes wide as the appendage barely brushes over his snout.

Halatraxion furrows his brow and continues to spin, whipping his tail. This time, it strikes the dragon, sending him flying into the coins, the force scattering the gold all across the room.

"Huh… must not have done my morning stretches," the dragon jeers. "That should have sent you careening into next week." He says this, rolling his shoulder. Yawning, he continues. "I'm growing bored of you too. Why don't you give up and return to your cages?"

Lactania stares at him with furrowed brows and raises her arms. Her eyes glow a deep violet as magical energy forms around her, creating a powerful blast of energy.

Halatraxion stands his ground, snickering. "Oh, this is gonna be fun." He says, his legs wide, his toes gripping into the ground.

The milk mage fires off the energy ball, shouting the magical words to empower it further. The thing is large and burns with crackling electricity.

Halatraxion lifts his arm before him, catching the attack with it. He then parries the blast, sending it flying into the wall and causing an explosion of stone and mortar.

Lifting his wings, Halatraxion lets them block the rubble, and with just as guided and quick movements, he flicks the debris off his membrane.

"Come on… if I couldn't undo a simple spell, do you think I would seek you out?"

"Seems to me," begins Lactania, "that if you were so powerful to begin with, you wouldn't have bothered to capture me in the first place."

Halatraxion growls toward Lactania, challenging her with "I don't need you for your skill. I need you for your power output. You're nothing but a battery to me—a rowdy one that needs to be taught her place. Now, kneel!" He points his finger at her, and a beam of magical energy fires out straight at her chest.

Lactania sloshes up a wall of milk that blocks the attack. The blast that ensues scatters milk everywhere, leaving warm rivulets to run down not only her body but Halatraxion's.

Halatraxion growls, wiping himself down. "Disgusting," he growls. "I'm going to have to wash up this ridiculous substance when I'm done with you, and then I'll-what!?"

Markus leaps out from the coins, wrapping his arms around the red dragon's waist. His eyes are like slits as he holds him tight. "You're not going to do anything to my Lactania!" He snarls, lifting.

Lactania sloshes milk to Markus, and the dragon turns his head and cheek against Halatraxion's side and opens wide. Splashed with her milk, he lifts the red dragon and throws him back, slamming him against the piles of gold.

Halatraxion grunts but slams his tail down, striking Markus against the head and sending the other dragon falling to his knees. The red master of this dungeon leaps up, his claws brandished and his eyes feral slits.

"You two are insulting me far too much! But it's not enough to stop me. It's never enough!" His muscles bulge, and his eyes crackle, and from his pure might of magical energy, the gold shifts and stirs, flying around the room as a treasure tornado.

The many metal bits buffet the two, sending them staggering from their positions, and in the center of the maelstrom stands Halatraxion, holding his arms up, laughing as he watches them suffering the attacks of thousands of tiny bits of shrapnel.

"You think you're so powerful? Do you think that you're something more than you are simply because I desire to control you? That's not how this works. That's not, ha… how any, mmm, of this works."

He blinks, shaking his head, his arms lowering, but then he lifts them again, only to throw them down, sending the piles and piles of gold slamming down and covering their bodies.

"I appear to be growing bored of this battle. You two better stay down while I call upon whatever guards you didn't dispose of." He turns from them, stomping from the chamber and towards the exit.

But between the cracks of the coins, a white glistening liquid emerges, shining brighter and more vibrantly than any of the gold in the chamber. A moment later, the coins explode, clattering throughout the room, mixed with a veritable torrent of milk.

Halatraxion spins around and uses his arms and wings to block the assault. He stumbles back and groans as he's pelted with flecks of metal and liquid, falling and losing his balance.

Markus and Lactania both stand firm and with complete resolve. Their faces bear the steely gaze of grim determination, undeterred by the wet milk pouring down their bodies.

With a huff and a puff, Halatraxion stares at both of them. He grits his teeth and stomps his foot, pointing to them.

"How dare you throw my coins with your milk! That milk will be a component to create my most powerful spells, it, gah!"

That's when a powerful blast erupts from Markus's hand, sending the red dragon crashing back into his pile of gold.

Groaning, Halatraxion's neck lulls back, his chest slowly rising and falling as he takes deep breaths. He grips against the coins, slowly pushing himself back up. "I'm not… done… yet!"

But thanks to the milk's steaming, it has spread everywhere as a thick cloud. His deep breaths bring more and more of the milk steam into his mouth, and droplets that fall from the ceiling hit his tongue. As he pushes himself up, his arms give way, and he falls back. "What's happening?" he tries to say, but it comes out as a long, protracted yawn.

"My, don't you know the old insomnia cure?" Lactania says, hands planted on her hips. "It's a nice steaming cup of warm milk."

The dragon groans, raising his hand, the arm trembling, his mouth hanging open, but only a long-winded yawn emerges.

Lactania leans against Markus's shoulder, and together, the two turn around, heading right out the door they came in from.

“Nh… unhh… nooo…” Halatraxion groans before collapsing, his eyes close, his consciousness drifting to the oblivion of sleep, dreaming soundly of the conquest using Lactania's power that he would never have.

As Lactania and Markus walk out of the fortress, they are greeted by a bright and sunny day. The dragon leans in and kisses the forehead of his milk mage. "Well, that was fun," he says. "We should thwart a dragon's plans more times, don't you think?"

"Whatever you say," Lactania says. "But let's get back to our study. There's still so much you need to learn."

He licks his lips, staring down over her milk-stained chest. "Well, after a fight like that, I need a little pick-me-up if you're interested.

"Oh, of course you do," the milk mage says, turning to face him, and lifting her hands over her head. "Go ahead and drink deep. You deserve it!"