"Oh, you're just so cute and
perfect
just like this, aren't you, darlings?"
Senya mewled and suckled needily, clinging to Mommy's side and pressing his face deeper into her soft, warm breast. He bucked with a whimper as Kitten, down below, gave his drooling cock lick after lick with that velvety little tongue.
"
There's
Mommy's good little baby~" The silver-haired holstaur stroked his hair and giggled. "Just keep suckling. There's plenty for both of you."
Bobbi, squished in beside him, suckled and moaned loudly. Her cries alternated with Senya's as Kitten took turns licking them.
"That's it. So nice and pleasuredrunk. Isn't that just lovely, darlings?"
All three of them whined in agreement. The carriage rolled along the bumpy road, but in Mommy's arms, everything was soft, everything was warm, everything was safe.
Senya looked up blurrily, gazing in adoration at Mommy's perfect, pretty face, her eyes shimmering with love... and smug, satisfied triumph.
* * *
Laca could have drifted into eternity in this sweet, syrupy prison of pleasure she'd made for herself. Eventually the carriage would stop, and she'd have to get out and give the silly little driver another taste, but that was hours away.
She smirked down at Bobbi and Senya. Bobbi especially was finally truly broken, nice and dumb and beaten at last. Laca cooed wordlessly, giggling as little baby Bobbi drooled and cooed back.
The carriage ground to a halt.
At first, Laca didn't really register it. The stop was gentle, a gradual slowdown, and she was quite occupied pampering her darlings.
But the steady rocking of the carriage had been very soothing. Slowly, it occurred to her that the rocking had stopped.
She looked up, her lazy smile sinking into a puzzled frown.
"Well, that's strange, isn't it?" she murmured down to her playthings. "Our driver shouldn't be remembering herself
just
yet."
They barely noticed her words except to moan in agreement. Valina managed to look up at her, blinking heavy lashes.
Laca giggled and reached down, cupping Bobbi's chin and slowly pulling the former straw boss away. Bobbi's lips released Laca's nipple with a
pop
. She stared up at Laca, eyes misty, lips parted and drooling a little extra milk.
"Bobbi, baby," Laca cooed, "you wanna go see what's keeping the driver? Hmm? You wanna do that for Mommy?"
"Buh..." Bobbi blinked blearily.
Laca gave Bobbi a soft, tender kiss on the lips, then pulled back again."You wanna be good for Mommy, don't you?"
"Buh." Bobbi blinked a bit faster, then nodded, letting a dumb smile spread across her drooling face. "Yes, Mommy!" she squealed.
Laca couldn't help but smirk. Goodness, how the mighty, cocky, control-obsessed hob had fallen~
"Good girl~!" Laca stroked Bobbi's hair, then helped her up and pointed at the door. "Go check on the driver. If the little darling is starting to wake up, maybe you'd better send her back here for a deeper dose of Mommy's care~"
"Yes, Mommi!" Bobbi bubbled. She was still drooling a little as she rose to her feet and made her way out. She opened the door and, with one last longing glance at Laca's dripping nipple, stepped outside.
No sooner had she closed the door behind her than Valina crawled up, eyes wide and pleading. "Mewww?"
"That's right, babykitten!" Laca laughed, taking the broken catgirl by the chin and helping her to the now-unattended breast. "It's your turn for a taste, darling~"
"Mewww--mmf~!" With a look of pure adoration, Valina latched on and began to suckle.
Laca smiled distantly. She tried not to drift off too much, knowing she might soon need to bring the driver properly to heel, but the soft, prickly pleasure bubbled through her sweeter and swifter than she'd expected. Her little Kitten had such a nice, rough little tongue, and darling little Senya was so devoted, so perfect and mindless, and it was so pleasant, so easy to let her eyelids lower...
Distant noises pulled her back up to consciousness. She heard voices. Bobbi's voice and another, one she didn't recognize.
Her eyes narrowed slightly. With her foot, she reached out and nudged the door open.
She saw Bobbi standing out there on the front of the carriage, although she could only make out Bobbi's lower body thanks to Bobbi standing atop the crates. The driver was nowhere to be seen.
She heard Bobbi slur something--it sounded like, "But how are you back?"
It
sounded
like that, but wasn't quite that, because it broke off in a choking sound. Laca saw Bobbi's whole body tense.
Then she went flying up into the air. Before Laca even fully registered what had happened, Bobbi's frantically kicking feet had disappeared from sight.
Laca heard a rustling up above. Sibilant laughter echoed down.
For a moment, Laca bothered to feel a little concerned. She gently pushed Senya and Kitten off of her and towards one another--they immediately started kissing, tasting the milk on each other's lips--and rose to her feet.
The holstaur had to tuck an arm under her bare breasts for support. They were bigger than her head, and while gravity usually didn't presume to give fey too much trouble over such things, she was unsteady from the hours of attention, and they were ponderous with thick, addictive milk.
She stepped outside as the woman descended from the trees, and instantly, Laca was no longer worried.
The woman was a lamia, as far as she could tell--although a truly vast one, with glittering coral-red scales trailing down a tail that seemed to loop and hang over every branch in the vicinity like a single enormous length of Solstice tinsel. She had a beautiful figure, with a slender waist, curvy hips, and decadent chest framed by flowing black hair. Her dark lips curved up in a smile as she regarded Laca, eyes glimmering in the forest shadows. "Well, hello, there, my sssweet~"
Laca smiled back, licking her lips, and gave her massive tits a happy little squeeze. "Hello to you, too, darling. And what might your name be?"
The 'lamia' licked her lips, and Laca noted multiple long forked tongues.
Demon.
That explained the crown of dark horns rising from atop her head.
"
Celessste
," the demoness purred, her coils slowly lowering her in lazy mapleseed spirals until she was almost at eye level. "And yoursss, pet~?"
Laca tilted her head to the side, eyes half-closing in delight. "You can call me Mommy, babygirl~"
She gave her tits a languid squeeze, sighing as milk leaked from her sensitive nipples.
Oh, those seven tongues would feel just
lovely
when Celeste was happily suckling at Laca's breast like a good little implet.
Celeste just laughed. She swayed slightly in the air, her motions like a clock's pendulum. "Oh, can I? How adorable. Are you quite sssure you wouldn't rather be my coiled-up little bimbo
udderssslut
?" Her voice was sultry and soft, and it smoked like an incense stick--or a munition. "You'd be
ssso
pretty like that."
"Oh?" Laca giggled, bouncing her breasts slowly together. She liked how Celeste's eyes followed them, even as the lamia continued to sway back and forth. Oh, she just loved the moment when a sub's eyes started to widen with hopeless
need
, then glaze over with dumb, adorable
desire
. Celeste's eyes were already fixated. It wouldn't be long now. What a darling little plaything this fiend would make. "But don't you think I'm already pretty like this, darling? Maybe you should stare a little deeper."
She slowly squeezed her breasts together, then bounced them up and down. She watched Celeste's eyes follow the motion. Up and down. Celeste's eyes were truly gorgeous, shimmering with pretty concentric circles of blue, green, and gold. Would their colors merge together when she was enspelled? They were already such big, pretty eyes. Laca couldn't wait to see them widen in brief, fleeting alarm with the realization that Celeste was no longer in control~
"A little deeper," Celeste repeated, her voice oozing sweetness as she stared. Her eyes seemed to swirl with colors as she swayed slowly to and fro, hanging right before Laca's eyes. "Deeper."
"Deeper," Laca agreed, blinking slowly. Celeste's eyes, still locked on her breasts, were certainly... pretty to look at. The circles seemed to slowly wind inward, like inverted ripples in deep pools of green, gold, blue...
"Deeper," Celeste hissed, swaying slower and slower. Her eyes wound endlessly inward, drawing Laca's gaze... deeper and deeper...
"Deeper," Laca repeated, dimly surprised at the faintness in her own voice. She felt herself swaying slightly.
Oh. Is the little darling... trying to...
"Deeper and deeper," Celeste purred. Her breasts swung with every sway, but Laca couldn't tear her gaze away from those eyes. She felt Celeste cupping her chin, forcing her to stare. Oh, those eyes were certainly... certainly... "Such a pretty thing."
Laca swayed, then swallowed, feeling her cheeks reddening slightly. No, she didn't... exactly plan to come this far only to...
The eyes swirled. Spiraled. Oozed her out of herself, drawing her in deeper. Deeper beneath the comforting spirals as they wound above her, trapping her under, and all she could think of...
... was that those pretty, spiraling eyes certainly hadn't left her breasts this entire time.
...
Hm~
"You... you know, darling," Laca said, slowly finding her words even as she continued to sink. She released one breast, allowing it to bounce free, and trailed one finger up over its vast, gentle curve, nails tracing around the freckles. "You do seem to like my breasts, don't you?"
"Mm..." Celeste licked her lips again. Seven forked tongues. Oh, this was a strong one. "You'll make sssuch a preciousss little bimbo
titssslave
for me~"
"I wonder," Laca said softly, even as her whole fey spirit longed to sink deeper, deeper... "Did you by any chance give my darling Bobbi a little kiss before sweeping her off her feet~?"
Celeste was silent for a moment.
Laca's smile widened. "Do you know, darling," she said silkily, tracing her finger in lazy spirals of her own encircling the leaking nipple, "my little Bobbi had
just
been drinking
awwwfully
deep. You may have tasted a little..." She gave her nipple a pinch. Milk dribbled out. "... sweetness on her tongue~"
Celeste smirked. But she also licked her lips, and Laca was sure she saw those lashes flutter ever-so-slightly. She was staring at Laca's breasts with naked, wanton desire.
"Maybe you'd like a
deeper
taste?" Laca cooed, giving the whole breast a languid squeeze. Her whole body shivered with pleasure, but it was nothing compared to the sight of the shiver passing through Celeste. "Just a little lick~?"
"Mm..." Celeste drifted closer, then back, as if briefly off-guard. She licked her lips again. "I... think I might jussst decide to ravish you
ssstupid
instead, my sssweet." The swirling in her eyes intensified. "
