Harlot Knight (Book Four: Delights of the Deep Dairy) by Clover Amanda

Author:Clover, Amanda
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-12-11T00:00:00+00:00

7

Pleasures of the Milk Maids

Sophie was not sure how long the bell had been ringing when she finally lifted her face from the straw. She had straw tangled in her hair and plastered to her cheek with drool.

“Haven’t slept this hard in years,” she muttered, plucking the pieces of straw from her hair. “Who is ringing that damn— AHH!”

She sat up and felt the painful heaviness of her breasts. They were much bigger than they had been when she fell asleep. Her milk had returned and, judging by her round, taut breasts and the swollen redness of her nipples, she was even more laden with milk than she had been at any point the night before.

“By Mardoch,” she murmured, hefting the firm heaviness of her breasts in both hands. “How much bigger can these things get?”

She stood with effort, feeling unbalanced by the redistribution of her body’s weight. She had always been what men liked to call “top heavy,” but this was just ridiculous. Her breasts were becoming outrageously big. She gave her breasts a testing, two-handed squeeze and plentiful streams of milk shot from her nipples and in a fine mist around them. She squeezed harder and felt a strange, pleasurable release as her milk spurted out and onto the wall of her stall.

Just then, the door swung open and one of the fish men entered the room. She had not seen this one before. He was a little smaller than the others and with no fins atop his head. His eyes were more forward-facing and his mouth was smaller. His skin was grayish rather than the blues and greens she had noticed with the others.

“Stop that,” he rasped. “You arrrrre wasting Holy Milk.”

“Sorry?” Sophie released her breasts and they settled back against her ribcage, her thick nipples still dripping with cream. The weird part was that she felt truly chastened. She had seen the power of the Holy Milk mingled with the water of the springs and knew that her milk could help the sick and the aged.

“Come,” said the fish man, dropping a stool on the ground and sitting down. “On hands and knees. I milk you, sister cow.”

It was such a matter-of-fact way of addressing her that Sophie found it compelling. She got back down on her knees and leaned forward on her hands. Her laden breasts hung so heavily beneath her that the nipples dragged in the straw. The fish man brushed the straw aside and slid a wide pail beneath her hanging breasts.

His hands went to work immediately. There was no fondling or pleasuring going on. He squeezed her tits to produce milk and he pulled her nipples to cause the milk to spurt into his pail. He moved with such forceful certainty it was clear that this fish man had milked thousands of women like this. He knew just how to work to drain Sophie’s taut tits of their cargo.

There was something about being handled like this that Sophie found exciting. She bit back sounds of pleasure as each spurt of milk produced a ripple through her body to her core.

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