Chapter Thirty-Eight
Mrs. Zoe Baldwin smiled in delight when the spectral forms of two of the ghosts slid out of the wall. The dryad had wandered away from the others, wanting to just find her own delights. It was fun sharing it with them, but there were all these monster girls to love. She had passed through the guard room, where Garnet had gotten distracted, and then crossed the mermaid pool. Nina Naughty had jumped down there.
Now the dryad wandered the Third Labyrinth. She felt that subtle shifting. Her son had changed the layout of the dungeon. Almost immediately, the two ghosts found her. She smiled as they appeared out of the wall, their bodies delicious as they floated towards her. They were translucent and shed a green light in the darkness of the labyrinth.
It was "dark" but Mrs. Baldwin would still see. She was at home here.
"Oh, aren't you two adorable," the dryad said, her leafy-green hair falling around her golden-brown face. "Mmm, I bet you two have never had breast milk before."
"Breast milk," one of the ghosts said.
"That sounds... intriguing," her sister answered.
The dryad cupped her breasts, lifting her big and lush tits. She squeezed them. Beads of milk appeared on the ends. A smile spread on her lips. "Well, let's find out if you can drink milk. Did you drink my son's cum? I can't imagine he didn't fuck you both."
"He did, Mrs. Baldwin," purred one.
"The Dark Master ravished us all," moaned the other.
"Mmm, and what are your names, cuties." The dryad smiled, squeezing her tits.
"I'm Dusata," the first one said, her eyes locked on the dryad's large boobs. Milk beaded her nipples. The ghost licked her lips.
"Grobi," the other said. She lowered down to suckle on the dryad's teat. But the ghost didn't bend over or kneel. Her feet just passed through the floor.
Cold, spectral hands cupped Mrs. Baldwin's right breast. Grobi's fingers dimpled them. The ghost leaned in and latched her mouth on the dryad's fat nipple. Milk squirted into the ghost's mouth. The white liquid could be seen through her translucent flesh. It outlined the inside of her mouth. She swallowed it, the milk flowing not to a stomach, but seeming to diffuse like mist through her spectral body.
The ghost slid her mouth off and moaned, "That's delicious, Mrs. Baldwin."
"Dusata?" the dryad asked, hefting her left tit.
The ghost moaned and joined her sister at nursing from the dryad. Mrs. Baldwin's pussy clenched as their cold, deathly lips nursed the life from her breasts. Her milk squirted into the ghosts' mouths. The pleasure shot through Mrs. Baldwin, her twat drinking in the delight.
She swayed there, whispering as they pleasured her. Their fingers kneaded her tits in such an exciting way. Her cunt clenched, this wild heat washing over her. She groaned, her heart hammering so fast. She closed her eyes, groaning from the hot delight. It rippled through her body. It was a wonderful sensation.
Her pussy clenched as she enjoyed every second of nursing the two ghosts. They both moaned in haunting ways as they nursed from her nipples. The pleasure rippled through the dryad. She groaned, her voice echoing down the hallway.
"Oh, you two are making my pussy so wet," she moaned. "Just so juicy. Ooh, Dusata! Grobi! Welcome to the harem. My son made some delicious ghosts."
They both groaned around the dryad's nipples between suckles.
The milk streamed into the ghosts' mouths. They suckled with such delight. Their cool lips felt so wonderful on the dryad's hot nipples. Mrs. Baldwin felt so feverish. Her flesh almost blazed. She wiggled her hips, her breasts rising and falling. This was a wonderful delight.
"Yes, yes, yes," she groaned as they nursed from her. "You're so wonderful. Yes, yes, just so amazing."
A big smile spread on her lips. Her nipples throbbed. She trembled as her milk spilled into their mouths. Her heart hammered in her chest. Her back arched and pussy clenched. The heat rose and rose in her.
Pussy cream soaked her bush. A trickle ran down her thighs. Her toes flexed against the stone as she held the ghosts to her tits. Their spectral mouths nursed with hunger. Chilly fingers massaged her tits.
"That's so wonderful," she moaned. "Ooh, you're making me feel so juicy."
Dusata pulled her lips from the dryad's nipple. "I want to taste how juicy you are, Mrs. Baldwin. You are the Dark Master's mother, no?"
"Yes, I am," the dryad moaned. "But that doesn't mean he doesn't love you two."
"The Dark Master showed us his love," Grobi moaned. "Would you love me?"
"I would," purred the Dryad. "How?"
The two ghosts glanced at each other, then Dusata sank even lower into the floor. Her head pressed up between the dryad's thighs. Instead of pushing her legs apart, the sides of the ghost's head phased through the dryad's legs. A moment later, Dusata nuzzled into the thick, green bush and licked at Mrs. Baldwin's cunt.
The spectral tongue flicked over her folds. She shuddered, spreading her legs apart to stop having the ghost be in her. A shiver ran through her. That cool tongue licked at her hot and feverish flesh, sending pleasure rushing through her.
"Oh, yes," Mrs. Baldwin moaned as Grobi rose into the air, her round boobs passing the dryad's face. Mrs. Baldwin licked a nipple, making the ghost whimper.
But those breasts kept rising as the ghost's legs slid through Mrs. Baldwin's torso. The spectral chill sent a wicked shiver through her. A heartbeat later, Grobi was sitting on the dryad's shoulders, her spectral pussy right before Mrs. Baldwin's lips. A faintly sweet aroma filled her nose.
The dryad stroked her warm tongue through those cool petals. She shivered at the taste. It was almost not there, but Grobi had a sweetness. A shiver ran through Mrs. Baldwin. Her large breasts jiggled as the other ghost feasted on her cunt.
"Oh, yes," the dryad moaned as she shuddered beneath Dusata's licking. "Oh, my, that's so good."
"So tasty," moaned Dusata, her voice echoing around them. Her cold tongue wiggled deep into the dryad's warm pussy.
Life and death swirled about. A shiver ran through Mrs. Baldwin. She tongued the ghost's pussy, savoring those spectral traces of sweet cream. Grobi's moans were distant echoes that bled out of the ceiling. They rippled around the dryad.
She fluttered her tongue against that spectral pussy. She feasted on the ghost's cunt, loving every moment of licking and lapping at her. It was a treat for the dryad to enjoy. She shuddered, licking with such hunger at the girl's cunt.