Tamer Gothic - Book Zero - Blue League Adventure

Part 12

House. Diagon Alley.

Not long after getting a three bedroom house in what was pretty much the magical district of London, my entire harem had enrolled for a two week course at Diagon Alley's school. It was a school for magic types that also took elves, while their my pokes would learn how to be an effective harem as well spells that would aid their Tamer. They'd even gotten cute uniforms to wear, which were mandatory even for the short courses.

The Alley was more than a mere street as I had first thought there was a whole community hidden away behind the stores and other business. This included the houses, one of which I was staying in now, the school, a pokecenter and even a small supermarket.

Currently I was staying at home while studying up on the Blue League, this part of the pokegirl world had its own laws and culture that was different from the Crimson League. It was less liberal and had more rules governing the lives of pokegirls. There were valid reasons for this as there were a lot more ferals here, and outside of the major cities things than under the feudal system. That was also true within the cities, but they were more modern so it was hard to tell that some noble with a fancy title owned all the land.

I was just getting to the part of the book that covered The Wall, which was a wall up in Scotland that separated the Blue League from the wild northern lands when the doorbell rang.

The doorbell rang again just as I reached it. Whoever it was sure was impatient. As for who was at the door I figured it could be anything from a salesmen to faith-spreaders. Which were people I simply didn't want to deal with. I had half-considered just pretending not to be home, and perhaps would have if the bell hadn't kept ringing.

I braced for the worst as I opened the door but was taken aback at what awaited me. Before me stood a man in a delivery uniform, a clipboard in hand and an expression that told me I had kept him waiting too long. Standing in the shadow of him, too shy to be correctly seen, was a girl. Well, not quite a girl, she was a poke.

She had a pair of small horns and floppy cow ears poking out from beneath her long, dark hair. As my eyes travelled down her, my suspicions were confirmed. Her legs were in small cloven hooves. She was a Milktit

I hadn't spent time with many Milktits while living in the Crimson League despite how common they were, but I'd seen plenty, enough to recognise one when I saw her.

"A delivery for a Mister Mason" the man said.

It took me a moment to realise that I was Mister Mason. I'd forgotten that I was using a fake name.

"Uh... yeah, that's me" I replied.

The delivery man didn't seem to notice the delay or the uncertainty in my voice. I didn't think he had actually listened to me.

"Sign here, please" he requested.

Before I could protest, he shoved the clipboard and a pen into my hands. I scanned each word on the document as quickly as possible, while conscious of him waiting.

"It's just confirmation of the delivery" the man explained in a mildly annoyed voice "Now, if you could go ahead and sign that, I do have more deliveries to get to today.'

I was still lost. That was definitely my name at the top of the paper. My address, everything. But I hadn't ordered anything, never mind a poke. Still I scribbled a signature and handed the clipboard back to him.

"Thank you" the guy said, still using that rather annoyed voice "Have a nice day".

I stared blankly after him for a few seconds as he handed me a piece pf paper, before finally turning to the Milktit. She seemed to flush at my gaze, her eyes falling to the ground. She held her hands tightly in front of her, her thumbs dancing together. I couldn't help but notice how much her arms pushed her large breasts together, and they were quite large, filling out the front of her black and white top to an almost impossible amount.

"You can come in" I was finally able to say.

Her eyes shot up to meet mine and I would be lying if I said it didn't have any effect on me. Her eyes were so soft. A warm brown that drew your attention to them. Kind and loving. They looked as if they had never made a glare, or even could.

"Thank you, Master" she said.

She stepped past me, only pausing to brush her hooves on the doormat. I couldn't help looking at her ass, it looked ready to climb out the tight shorts she wore, and not because her ass was big it just seemed as if her body wasn't used to being covered.

I followed her into the living room, and checked the poke out. She had a very nice figure, she was fairly slim for a milktit. Still she had the wide hips and thick thighs common to the breed, however while she was curvy she was not at all fat. Also a thin black and white tail fell from her backside, ending in a tuft of hair somewhere around her knees. Her skin had a leathery texture, and was a milky white all over.

Being an experienced Tamer I knew that the first thing I needed to do was scan her with my 'dex so that I could find out more about this breed of pokegirl.

MILKTIT, the Dairy Cow Pokégirl
Type: Varies from Very Near Human to Not Very Near Human (Bovine Animorph)
Element: Normal
Frequency: Common
Diet: Herbivore, Can digest almost any plant material
Role: Milk producer, Emergency food provider
Libido: Average to High
Strong Vs: Ghost
Weak Vs: Fighting
Attacks: Smother, Love 'N' Affection, Stomp, Warm Milk, Busting Out, Milk Drink, Roll Out, Butter Up, Mountain Hold, Puff puff
Enhancements: Enhanced Durability (x5), Enhanced Intelligence, Semi-elastic skin, fast recovery, breasts can produce up to 25 gallons per day of milk; internal glands can alter the milk to various states
Evolves: Minotaura (battle stress), Mooncalf (Moon Stone), Queenbra (Dragon E-Metal)
Evolves From: None

When looking at advertisements and commercials one of the most heavily used Pokégirls is the Milktit, though it's not because of her looks or fighting prowess. These bovine Pokégirls are known throughout the world as the source of milk, cheese, cream and other dairy products. Dairy farms often have several dozen of these Pokégirls, and many Tamers find them to be just what they need in terms of a food source for long journeys.

It was for this purpose that Milktits were actually created. In conjunction with Chickenlittles, these cow Pokégirls were used in the Revenge War frequently. They were easy to feed in the field, their dietary needs easy to fulfil by simply letting them graze on nearby grass and trees, and the milk their breasts produced provided much needed health boosts for several units of Sukebe's forces. Because they were not the best fighters, however, they were also among the first breeds of Pokégirl to be officially `tamed.' The breed has remained widely popular to this day, especially among starting Tamers and Tamers who have trouble finding food in the wild.

Common across the globe, they're relatively easy to find in addition to usually being the face of the Dairy Industry. The diary cow Pokégirl's appearance ranges from fur and vaguely animistic features to normal-looking girls with small, slightly curved horns and soft, leather-like skin.

Most Milktits have features in line with dairy breeds of Pre-Sukube cattle, such as the black and white patched colouration of Holsteins or the smooth brown of a Jersey. However some take on the features of other cattle breeds, like the solid black Angus or rust coloured reality, however, this only amounts to variations in fur colour and horn length (or in the case of 'Polled Milktits' the absence of horns).

Their height and skin tones vary greatly as well, and their sometimes regional differences lead researchers to speculate that several types of human and cattle DNA were used in making different strains of this largely variable breed.

Oddly for a breed based on cattle, they also have some capacity for higher intelligence and tactics, usually above the average human. This leads some Milktits to be used as assistants, but as they are generally submissive in nature, they rarely make good Alphas or Betas, the majority preferring subservient roles in whatever their setting is.

These cow Pokégirls also have something of a maternal streak, and it's not uncommon for them to be seen in households as nannies or the mothers themselves.

Friendly, gregarious, and non-aggressive, these bovine Pokégirls prefer the quiet life over the roving life of a Tamer, though they tend to accept most situations as they come.

One of the most notable features of the breed is their breasts, and not just because they're spectacularly large. A Milktit's breasts are constantly lactating, producing delicious milk to drink. When milked completely, they are never smaller than a D-Cup, but it's rare to see them at such a comparatively small size. A Milktit produces up to 25 gallons of milk per day in optimum conditions (though usually stresses and other factors make this an average of about 10 gallons per day).

This constant lactation is due to a variant of Prolactin that is created within the Milktit's blood stream. This means that the breed is constantly producing milk, and the hormone (called Prolactin M) is also present in the milk produced by the breed. Due to the presence of the hormone in the Milk, any female, human or Pokégirl, who drinks fresh untreated Milktit milk will begin lactating themselves. This lactation, however, is normal, and is curable simply by not milking the affected female.

Not milking a Milktit will not stop her lactation though. Luckily, due to the elastic collagen nature of the breed's breasts, they can handle up to a whopping 45 gallons of milk before their system takes over and begins leaking the milk from their nipples at a constant rate due to pressure. For the Pokégirl, being that full of milk is an extremely unpleasant feeling, and that much milk has their breasts so large that they immobilise the bovine type. If a Milktit remains unmilked for up to a week, they will be immobilised by the sheer size of their own breasts. At that point, usually their breasts are sensitive to the touch as well, inducing pain. In liberal and some Moderate leagues, allowing a Milktit to go unmilked for that long is considered abuse, and there are fines and punishments that are levied accordingly.

Most of the breed do not take to battling well, as they don't have many offencive moves. Milktits are more suited to a support role, where they can use their moves to distract or annoy their harem sister's opponents, or stay on the sidelines and use their innate abilities to give their sisters aid. To do this, the breed falls back on their milk producing ability. Inside their breasts is a series of glands which they can use to alter their milk's effects, creating a healing potion, a sedative, a libido enhancing drug, or a hypnotic. Most often during battle, it is the healing milk of this dairy Pokégirl that can keep her harem sisters going. If sent into battle on her own however, many of the breed begin to stress easily, which lowers their milk production, and causes their eventual evolution into a Minotaura.

Taming a Milktit depends usually on the demeanour of the individual Pokégirl, though universally the breed has shown a love for any type of breast play. Preferences, besides the aforementioned breast play, are usually up to the individual, as Milktits can be seen in almost every fetish at least once, including the more risqué taming styles such as bondage or domination.

Feral Milktits are herd based Pokégirls, travelling in tandem with others of their kind and browsing the land and raising Pokékits when left alone. When attacked, the breed tends to stampede, the entire group of Pokégirls running madly away from danger and trampling everything in their path. Some wily feral predators have learned to simply chase down Milktits and separate them from their herd before pinning them and drinking their fill. However, more often than not, predator Pokégirls are after the bovine type's meat, and not her milk. Single ferals tend to be highly skittish and flee from most forms of what they perceive as danger.

If a tamer wishes to catch a Milktit in the wild, often the easiest way is to take a page from the predatory ferals and single a Milktit off from her herd. Some liberal tamers have claimed that another method is more gentle and viable. Offering up some tasty fruit and have a non-threatening Pokégirl lie prone on the ground nearby. The gently curious ferals will investigate, and if a taming is initiated the Milktit is a good as caught. A word of warning for this method, however, if the tamer makes a wrong move, they may wind up trampled.

Thresholding into a Milktit is among the more common thresholds for young girls to go through. Many thresholders delight in their new found 'assets' but the loss of their human status still stings. More often than not, thresholders are given to friends of the family or placed in dairy ranches, instead of being cycled into the Ranch system.

I then closed my 'dex, looked over the piece of paper I had been given, and then went over my phone.

"Listen, I think there's been some kind of mix up" I said to the poke "Let me just call around to fix this.'

I jumped a little as my phone rang just a spilt second before I could pick it up and start dialling.

"Hello?" I said.

What followed was a very one sided conversation with Tiffany's grandmother, who had apparently learned that her granddaughter had gotten herself a nice young man. The Milktit was a gift for both Tiffany and myself. The grandmother, who never gave me her name, followed that up with something about growing boys and getting plenty to drink. I also got the impression that Tiffany would enjoy having a Milktit around for some reason.

"Um... I guess you will be staying here after all" I told the poke.

Her tail swished behind her as her eyes lit up.

"Thank you. I look forward to serving you, master" she replied, sounding very happy

Then her face changed expression and before she spoke I knew she had remembered something.

"I'm Madeline" she then introduced.

For a moment I was tempted to shake her hand, but the moment passed. Which was good because a pokegirl who had just been sent to met her new master did not want a hand shake. That would give her the impression that I wanted to be professional with her rather bend her over things for a good Taming.

"Nice to met you, Madeline" I replied.

A silence fell between us as I found myself with nothing to say. With great effort I forced myself to think of something.

"You can have a seat if you want" I offered.

I motioned to the couch and she sat down like a good poke should.

"You have a lovely home" the milktit remarked.

My place wasn't anything fancy. It had come furnished but there was nothing in it that made it seemed like a home, it looked more the idea of a home than the real thing. If I had been planning to stay here for more than a few week I would have done something about that, however I only planned to use this place while in London. I wanted to hit the road again soon and see what the rest of this League had to offer.

"Thanks" I said "It's not that much really. Actually, that's kind of the problem. I don't have anywhere for you to sleep. This was all a surprise to me".

Madeline didn't seem concerned.

"That's fine. I can sleep anywhere" she told me "This couch is pretty comfy, actually".

She let herself fall back into the cushions, bouncing slightly on impact. I couldn't help but stare at her breasts as they wobbled beneath her top. I couldn't call a shirt as it didn't seem as if had been designed to contain anything, it was more like something made to cover up her breasts without limiting their movement.

"I can't believe how comfy this is" Madeline was now saying "We had nothing like this at the farm".

While it was tempting to go right for some Taming, I decided to get to know my new poke a little before inserting anything into her.

"Really? What did you have?" I enquired.

She soon gave me an answer.

"Just hay" she said "It was piled up along the sides of the barn for us to sleep on at night. But this is so much better! It's so soft!".

She flopped to her side and rubbed her body into the couch before shooting upright with a shocked expression.

"I'm sorry, master!" she then called out.

For the life of me I couldn't understand how she might have done something wrong, unless she'd been planning to hump the sofa in a sexual frenzy.

"Its fine. Make yourself at home" I instructed.

She thanked me but remained upright. Her tail was swishing behind her again, rustling against the fabric of the couch.

"So you only eat a vegetarian diet?" I said, wanting to avoid any further awkward silences.

She nodded her head.

"I can eat anything that's a plant" she told me "if you have a garden I can graze there".

Celeste, my sexy elf, loved the back garden. I figured she'd be very upset if someone came along and started eating parts of it. I'd have to make sure that was stuff free to eat before I unleased a hungry Milktit outside.

"We'll go shopping later" I told Madeline "We need more food anyway".

While I'd not forgotten how much a Witch needed I hadn't imagined that Tiffany, who was a small poke, could eat more than Raven ever did. I wondered if she had a stomach at all, perhaps there was some magical vortex in its place.

"I need to study right now" I informed Madeline "Why don't you take a nap or something".

As soon as the words left my mouth the Milktit was snuggling into the couch, this involved rubbing her body on it before getting comfortable. I left her to her snoozing and went back to my room so I could finish my book. I needed to read it before I got too distracted by the new poke.

(Line Break)

Not long after I had finished the book, which was just one the texts I needed to read before venturing out in the world once more, I found a pair of tits that had been thrusted into my face.

Her breasts were amazing. Too much for me to take in this close up. They were so large and full. Each must have been the size of a watermelon, and they ended in a pair of rosy-pink nipples. Yet as big as they were they looked so soft. All of her looked so soft.

"I'm sorry for bothering you Master" the Milktit said "but I need to be milked".

Thankfully I recalled Nikita and her Milktit, who while not a pokewoman, had been getting close, and as such had needed to leave my girlfriend's harem. Before that day I had watched the then Becky milk her governess so I knew what to do. Sort of.

"Yeah, let's go... let's go do that" I managed to say.

Madeline hurried ahead of me as we made our way back to the living room. We soon reached the living room and she turned to look at me expectantly.

"So, how do you want to do this?" I asked.

Milktit milking was different depending on who did performed the act. They nurse children in a very motherly way or be milked non-sexual, however she was my poke and I was her Master so she would most likely become very aroused.

"Don't you want something to collect the milk in?" Madeline asked

That would be helpful so I headed to the kitchen, and then struggled to find something suitable. I settled on a big piece of pottery that was some kind of jug, meant for baking I guessed.

Madeline was waiting patiently as I returned, her hands gingerly cupping her swollen breasts. She eyed the jug with apprehension, but didn't hesitate to get down on her hands and knees over it when I placed it on the floor.

"Okay, hold still" I ordered.

I shuffled close to her side, and grabbed hold of her tits. They were so large, my hands barely cupped a third of their mass.

Then I froze as she let out a little sigh, yet she did not protest. In fact, her eyes were closed as if waiting for a great relief. I massaged the supple flesh between my hands, resisting the urge to give in and fondle them as roughly as I wished. This wasn't for fun, at least not for me, I had a job to do. Like a proper Tamer I would perform it.

Soon, wet droplets stained my fingers as they passed over her hard nipples. She was as aroused already. I was too, for that matter. An uncomfortable tent was forming in the front of my trousers.

I readjusted my hands and began squeezing her breasts down toward the nipple. A jet of milk squirted from her, and landed inside the jug. Again I milked her breasts, this time extracting even more. With every squeeze her milk flowed more freely, filling up the jug beneath her. And with every squeeze she began letting out more and more sighs of pleasure.

After a while a strange moan escaped her lips after a few minutes. I watched her with curiosity, unsure of what to make of it. It looked like nothing could disturb her from the dreamy bliss spread across her face.

"Are you mooing?" I asked her.

She opened her eyes from her bliss as her cheeks flushed red.

"Um, yeah" she replied "that's just how I moo"

I couldn't help but smile, she'd gone moo so softly I had recognised the sound.

"Moo all you like" I told her.

Before long the milk slowed and she placed a hand over mine to stop me.

"I think that's all of it. I don't feel so full anymore" she reported.

She sat back on her knees, a droplet of milk still hanging from her nipple. I peered into the jug and realised that there must have been at least two litres of milk in there. It was amazing to think that all of that had come out of her.

"Normally I make more" Madeline told me "its just that I was stressed out on the way here. I didn't know what was going to happen".

She need not have worried.

"There's only going to be drinking it" I replied "and I don't think I'll be able to drink all of it".

Now she was happy again.

If any goes to waste, it's not like it matters. I'll just make more" she said "I just hope you enjoy it as much as my sisters did".

She then went on to explain what she had just mentioned.

"The farmer's didn't let us have it often. They saw it as cutting into their profits. So me and my sisters would drink from each other's breasts at night when they weren't watching".

She then smiled at me in a way I hadn't seen before.

"Let me return the favour" she then said.

We kissed and she wrapped her tongue around mine, as that was happening I reached a hand down into her short and rubbed against her cunt with my index and middle fingers, before slowly inserting them inside her. She gripped me tightly and gasped as I began fingering her slowly.

Next I took her left breast in my mouth and began suckling, her milk didn't flow but I did get a few drops. I pinched her right nipple with one hand and wrapped around her with my other.

It wasn't too long before I could hear her stifling her moans. I swirled my tongue around her nipple before letting the marvellous breast pop out of my mouth. I took a look at her and smiled. I then saw her other breast, with milk spilling out just a little. I wrapped my lips around that nipple and suckled.

When I was done with that she got down onto her knees, and pressed her tits together around my cock.

"I haven't earned a Taming, yet" she said.

After saying that she got to work giving me a very nice tit wank.

(Line Break)

Supermarket. Diagon Alley.

After the tit wank I had decided to go shopping and hesitated at first before asking Madeline if she wanted to come. I wasn't sure if it was the right thing for me to take her out with me. I couldn't remember seeing anyone with a Milktit out shopping before.

From what I had seen people led the more animal like pokegirl around on leashes while pokes like elves and witches were only required to wear collars. Madeline looked human enough, aside from the hooves and the horns, so I wasn't sure if I leave her at home or not.

Once outside the supermarket I had noted cat and dog girl type pokegirls were left outside. They weren't tied to anything and they were just standing around, eagerly awaiting the return of their owners.

In the end I had decided it was wiser to bring her inside with me so I would have some help picking out what she could eat.

"Oh my! Look at all this" Madeline exclaimed.

She hurried over to the display shelves of fruit, her tail swishing behind her.

"Can we get some of these?" she requested.

Her enthusiasm for such a simple thing as a display of fruit was rather charming I thought.

"Sure" I replied "Grab whatever you want".

She took that literally and began pilling fruit after fruit into the shopping trolley as she pointed out her favourites. Discovering each one seemed to make her more and more giddy. She held the fruits to her nose, drinking in the scent, looking as blissful as when I milked her. I had never seen someone so excited about fruits and vegetables.

Also she seemed to exude an aura of pleasantness to everyone she came in contact with, even the staff inside the store. She seemed at peace with the world, relishing in the joys it provided. It was infectious.

Soon our shopping trolley was full and we headed to the check-out. Madeline grabbed the bags as they were packed.

"You don't have to carry all of them. I can take a few" I told her.

She looked at me oddly.

"Master this is poke work" she said.

I saw no point arguing. As the cashier continued to bag our items, I realised I wouldn't be able to carry all of them anyway. Which offended my male pride some what as men were suppose to do things like carry shopping bags and opens doors. Tiffany and Celeste understood this, but they'd not been raised on a farm, I imagined that Madeline was more used to physical labour.

As I paid, I overheard a woman speaking from the next counter.

"It's just not right to bring an animal into a grocery store" she said "It's unhygienic. A Tamer should know better"

There hadn't been any indication that I wasn't allowed to bring Madeline in here. Not even the cashier had commented on the matter so I put it down to that rather plain looking woman being jealous of my Milktit, who was very sexy and nice to everyone.

"I don't think I should have come" Madeline said on the way out.

She didn't need to explain her sudden change of mood

"You heard that woman, too" I said.

She gave a nod as we reached the doors. As the slid open the roar of the downpour outside met us. I put my bags down so I could open my umbrella.

"Come on, it's not that far to my place" I said.

I held the umbrella over her as I picked up my bags, but she stepped back.

"I'm fine, Master" she insisted "The rain doesn't bother me that much. You take it".

My male pride showed itself again. I wasn't going to let even a pokegirl get soaked while I stayed dry. I hadn't been raised that way.

"It's pouring down. You'll get drenched" I pointed out.

She shuffled her hooves and gazed off into the rain. I stepped over to her and held the umbrella over the both of us.

"Don't worry about what that woman said" I told the Milktit "You had just as much right to be there as she did".

The Milktit gave me a weak smile.

"I wasn't, I'm just..." she let out a sigh. "I'm just... unsure about myself all of a sudden. It's fine".

With one more smile from her we set off into the rain. The wind cut into us and the rain drenched our legs. We hurried, desperate to get out of the rain.

(Line Break)

House. London.

The rain had only grown wilder as the afternoon turned to night. The rest of my harem came back soaked to the bone, and after showering they'd needed to be fed, then they'd done their home work before going to bed rather early,

By the time I turned in for the night, a thunderstorm had rolled in. I curled up under the covers, listening to the rain hitting the window. Having grown up in an alternate version of the U.K I was used to weather and rather pleased it hadn't changed.

It was all very smoothing until a flash of lightning illuminated the room before a crack of thunder rumbled. It was deafeningly loud and I knew that the thunder bolt must have struck very close to the house.

As the thunder dissipated, I heard another sound. The sound of hooves running down the hallway followed by a knock at my door.

"Come in" I said.

The door opened and Madeline stepped inside. Even in the darkness, I could see she was only wearing a pair of panties.

"What is it?"

The Milktit twiddled her thumbs, looking nervous.

"Um, could I... stay with you tonight?" she requested.

A flash of lightning light up the night sky and she flung herself onto the bed, scrambling to get under the covers. I hadn't even given my permission so I knew she had to be very scared.

"Are you scared of storms?" I asked her.

The rest of my harem hadn't made a peep. I assumed that Tiffany had cast some spell to block out the sound over each bedroom. She didn't have many combat spells, but she knew a few minor tricks that came in handy.

"Sort of, I guess" the Milktit admitted We just always had others to cuddle with on the farm when a storm came. I don't want to be out there on my own".

Another clap of thunder hit, causing her to jump. Without thinking, I put my arm around her and pulled her in close. Her breasts pushed into my chest and the scent of her intoxicated me.

We just lay there, just feeling the warmth of each other's body as the storm raged outside. Finally I broke the silence.

"Why are you only wearing panties? Weren't you cold?" I wondered.

The Blue League even during the summer wasn't a warm place so my harem had clothes to sleep in that were warm while still looking sexy.

"A little, I suppose. I just don't like sleeping with a shirt on. It's bad enough with my breasts feeling so full when I wake up, I don't want to make it worse by sleeping with them squeezed into a nightie"

The storm continued on outside, slowly moving on and leaving us with only the sound of rain.

"I'm so happy" Madeline rather randomly said.

She'd been scared not that long ago I was a bit confused.

"Why?" I asked

She soon answered.

"When on the farm my sisters and I spend a lot of time imagining the lives we could have if we were sold" she told me "I got very lucky".

Before I could reply to that her tits were in my face. I suckled and licked her nipple until a stream of milk began to flow out. It was so sweet, and even better straight from the source. I kept suckling on her breasts, drawing more and more out of her before switching to her other nipple to do the same. She moaned in time with my suckling until milk began to flow from the fresh nipple.

My hand caressed her waist, slowly travelling down until my fingers found her panties. I traced a finger across the silken fabric of her crotch, causing her to grab a handful of hair on the back of my head. I traced my fingers back and forth. Finally I slipped my hand into her panties. She let out a gasp before letting out a moo.

I let her milky nipple fall from my mouth and pulled the rest of my clothes off. She took the opportunity to wriggle her underwear off and kicked them away.

"Please, put it in, Master" she pleaded.

I needed no further coaxing. I pushed and slipped inside her. She was so warm. So tight. Her own arousal made it effortless to slide right in to the hilt. I paused, savouring the feeling. My cock was deep inside her and she loved it.

Then I pulled back before thrusting in again. She moaned in response, grabbing at her own nipples. As I thrust into her again and again, her large breasts bounced back and forth, looking as if they were hadly being held in place by her fingers digging into her nipples. Streams of milk began to run down her chest as she squeezed them in ecstasy. She let out another cute little moo of absolute pleasure.

"Yes!" she gasped between moos. "Please. Don't stop!"

I could already feel my orgasm building. My cock could only take so much of this. Her moos grew louder, sounding more like cries of ecstasy. With a great moo she came, and I hadn't expected her to reach orgasm so soon, I was pleased as I wasn't going to last long.

With one last thrust I erupted inside her. With each spasm of my cock I plastered her insides with gooey cum. It just seemed to keep coming, as if her pussy was milking me for every last drop.

Finally, I pulled my cock from her pussy. As soon as I did her hands went down to her pussy, before long she was tasting the mixture of her love juices and my baby batter.

"I have more milk" she said "If you want it, Master".

She didn't need to offer for a second time I soon had my head buried in her boobs.