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Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: The entry is a little over 3,000 words and includes a full sex scene with proper build up to it. The sex scene contains mother/daughter incest along with lactation play.
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Celestine laughed prettily, flipping some of her long, magenta-colored hair back to better expose the indecent amount of cleavage her outfit showed off. She enjoyed the way the act always drew eyes to her over-large breasts that were crammed into a top that barely contained their voluminous size.
A good test to weed out the lesbians from the women only interested in men, she always thought when she let loose the “charming” little display that drew so much attention. Add a little bounce and she could make her breasts jiggle as well, causing an even greater reaction in those ogling them.
There was a LOT of breast to jiggle. Her mammoth mammaries were huge, each far larger than her head by far. And with as heavy and dense as their jiggling meat was, custom-tailored underwear and clothing would have barely been able to contain them.
The clothing she wore WAS custom-tailored and enchanted as well. Truly the finest outfit an Adventurer could want, costing a small fortune that most in the Guildhall would have found unimaginable, but to a queen the price was barely worth noting.
Draped over her shoulders was an elegant cloak covered in purple feathers, the colors matching perfectly the open front skirt that covered her from the belly down. Under that garment was a white bustier, trimmed with gleaming gold metalwork. It had enchantments beyond counting sewn into it, many allowing the garment to act as armor that left her as protected as if she were in full plate mail.
But it was the enchantments that hugged her huge breasts in place that she was most fond of. The cups of the bustier that worked so hard to hold her tits up covered only the undersides of her breasts, arching up to cover just enough of her nipples to leave a tantalizing hint of her areolas on display.
Back in her kingdom it had long been the fashion for important noblewomen and female members of royalty to wear clothing that in any other land might be considered indecently revealing. She’d been happy when she saw that many of the female Adventurers she was now spending her life amongst wore outfits as sexually charged, although perhaps not quite as revealing.
The male Adventurers appreciated the view even more than the women she was trying to attract, but the queen in hiding mostly ignored them. She had very little interest in men beyond what they could offer her as servants. And as sexual beings? She often forgot men existed when it came to desires of a sexual nature.
She’d spent her whole life with men doing whatever she wanted and took it for granted that all men would simply do what she wished at all times. It was why she’d not sensed even a hint of dishonesty in the plump Guildmaster. The idea such a lowly, insignificant man would lie or try to trick her was unthinkable to her. He was practically a servant, existing simply to better facilitate her whims.
Her daughter, Bellarosa, was perhaps a little leerier when it came to men. Celestine had been queen since before she came of age and had lived all the life she could remember with the world literally bowing and begging to do what they could to please her. Bellarosa, although having lived a life of privilege and comfort, had needed to endure more of the world of men.
Even as suiters lined up to try and earn Celestine’s hand in marriage most in their kingdom suspected the queen had no intentions of ever taking a man to be her king. The only hope these men had was the queen’s need for an heir, and that was a hope that died once the woman announced she was pregnant. To this day no one knows who the father is, not even her daughter. Once the queen had birthed her heir she’d made it clear she would never marry and the men hoping to join the royal family through marriage to her finally gave up.
Until Bellarosa came of age. Then their hopes and attention had fallen on her. She’d hated their endless advances and to try and escape them she’d badgered her mother into letting her join their kingdom’s military. There, although mostly surrounded by men, her status as a commander in training had allowed her to escape most male attention, and those that dared to make advances could be punished.
Her career hadn’t lasted very long. She’d learned just enough about fighting to feel she could protect herself. Then her mother and she had decided to temporarily hand the rulership of their country to another, a trusted placeholder who would return command of the kingdom to them once they returned.
“We’ve some things we need to get out of our systems,” the queen had informed some of her most trusted advisers. They’d nodded, thinking they understood. Unlike most of the kingdom, they understood why both royal women spurned the advances of all men, and they understood that although such romances were acceptable in some lands their kingdom was not ready for a lesbian queen or princess, much less both.
So now the two women sat in the Guildhall, enjoying the party-like atmosphere as they drank, sang, and reveled with other Adventurers. They had no stories of their own to tell yet and knew they couldn’t share tales of their old lives less they give their true identities away, so they mostly listened. And flirted. Both women flirted with any woman they could, although the mother and her titanic tits drew most of the attention to her.
Bellarosa didn’t mind. She knew she only looked fit and small-chested compared to the over-exaggerated voluptuous curves of her mother. Even her Fighter’s outfit, which was far more functional and far less magical than her mother’s clothing, barely hid her thick curves. Her thighs were particularly thick, melting into a wide plump ass that nearly matched her mother’s.
Her tits would put almost any other woman’s to shame if not so epically overshadowed by her mothers. Knowing they would rarely be apart in their travels she’d not even bothered accentuating them, choosing an outfit that barely showed off any of the ample breast-flesh she had crammed under the elegant and flashy white leather armor she wore.
The girl watched quietly as her mother threw back her hair once more, jiggling her huge tits as she did to try and draw the attention of all the nearby women. She smiled happily and drank in silence as she saw the move draw far more female eyes than she’d expected.
Let them flirt, she thought with a fresh sly smile. Let them think they have a chance. They don’t. Those that have been here for a few nights now already know she’s a tease that has no intention of following through. The night will end as it always does, with the two of us returning to our shared rented room together with no other partners.
Her sly smile deepened as she tried to imagine what they thought. A noblewoman and her daughter, simply retiring to bed because both are too nervous to take a lover to bed with them. If only they knew the truth!
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“I was beginning to wonder if you’d ever grow tired of flirting,” Bellarosa teased her mother as she closed the door to their room. “You were in rare form tonight.”
“It’s our last night at the Guildhall before we begin our first quest,” Celestine said with a shrug. “I wanted to soak up a bit more flirting. You know how I adore the way THOSE kinds of women ogle my breasts.”
“Oh, I know,” Bellarosa said, eying her mother’s huge breasts lustfully as the woman began to take her clothing off. “Would you like me to help you with the bustier?”
“Always, my sweet,” Celestine said once the bustier was all she had on. She turned her back to the girl and pulled her long magenta hair to the front of her body, leaving her back unobscured.
Bellarosa went to her mother and eagerly began unclasping the garment, muttering a slight incantation as she did. Without the incantation the garment could not be removed, at least not without the aid of magic or a great deal of physical strength.
“You know, I heard another party talking about the quest we’ve taken on,” Celestine said as her daughter slowly worked to free her of the garment. “They were speaking about just how dangerous those Pigtrull monsters are, how only Adventurers rated a certain level or higher would be allowed to take on the quest. I just smiled, not wanting to deflate their egos by letting them know the Guildmaster thought us, rated only level one, could take on the whole bandit gang of them on our own! The man truly sees our worth, even if that fool who rated us when we applied for entry into the guild did not.”
Bellarosa grunted her agreement.
The sound caused Celestine to chuckle. “I fear you’re not listening, my sweet.”
“It’s these last couple of clasps,” Bellarosa growled in frustration. “The magic always clings to them like they are unwilling to relent and free your breasts.”
“You’re just eager to be able to see them,” her mother teased as the last of the clasps were undone. The bustier dropped to the floor where it would be forgotten till the morning. She let out a sigh of relief as the garment released her midsection. It did much to try and slim her thick belly, which she mostly appreciated, but after a long day of being trapped in it the freedom was most delightful.
“Better?” Bellarosa asked, caressing her mother’s naked back and gently signaling she wanted the woman to turn and face her.
“Much better,” she sighed happily, stepping away from the girl as she turned. If she hadn’t her mammoth mammaries would have smacked into her daughter, probably slapping her in the face due to their height difference.
Too much of her father in her, Celestine thought unhappily. The girl got none of my impressive height or my beautiful hair. Although I suppose the blond fits her well… And really, I’m glad the girl is so different from me. I’d not have the feelings I do for her if I saw only myself when I looked upon her sensual beauty.
“Mother… the curse is getting worse.”
“I’m well aware,” Celestine sighed, taking in the concerned look on her daughter’s face as the girl stared at her exposed breasts.
“They LOOK so much bigger,” Bellarosa said, carefully reaching up and cupping her mother’s overlarge breasts in her hands. She lifted them as if testing their weight. “And they feel alarmingly dense and heavy tonight.”
Celestine had shuddered in delight at the girl’s gentle touch. “Careful, my sweet,” she warned her. “They’ve grown quite tender after being trapped in the bustier all day. I should have had the royal tailors let it out a bit before we left… And I should have known the curse would worsen as I became more physically active. It is, after all, half the reason we’ve taken on this life as Adventurers. Somewhere out there must be a cure for this evil ailment.”
“Evil, yes,” Bellarosa muttered as she gently fondled her mother’s huge breasts. “You’re overfull,” she added, licking her lips and staring at the beads of milk leaking from her mother’s large nipples.
Seeing the hungry look on her daughter’s face made Celestine flush. She felt her nipples hardening and her womanhood moistening between her legs. Her body knew what would come next.
“Yes, my sweet, I need them drained for the night. We may need to start draining them more than once a day, although that may be more difficult while we are questing.”
“Yes, yes,” her daughter muttered. “We’ll worry about all that tomorrow, for now we need to take care of your needs.”
Celestine smiled. And your needs, my sweet. I know you wouldn’t mind if my curse was never lifted. I’ve never known a woman filled with such tit-lust as you, my lovely daughter. And you never mind what the milking does to me… You get everything you want and I’m left in a state where I wouldn’t be able to say no even if I didn’t want you as badly as you want me.
“Shall we retire to the bed so you can milk me?” Celestine asked, waving towards the large bed the two shared. When her daughter hesitated the woman asked her, “What is it?”
“It’s that golden dragon skull mounted on the wall above the door, the one with the rubies set in the eyes. Have you ever felt its… I don’t know, watching us?”
Celestine looked at it. “No,” she said. “It is just an ornament, a minuscule imitation of a real dragon’s skull. I suspect it is but a bauble some Adventurer left in the Guildhall. And,” she added, “I feel nothing right now.”
“Not now,” the girl muttered. “But when we are in the bed I feel it.”
Her mother held a hand out and closed her eyes. As she muttered arcane words her hand glowed, sending out a wave of magic that flowed through the room and then returned to her. “I sense no magic in it,” she said, unaware that the detect magic spell she’d cast was so low level there were few magical items it could detect.
“But if it will make you happy perhaps we start somewhere else? That lavish chair in the corner there almost reminds me of something from the palace. And it is out of sight of that ornament that so unsettles you.”
“Yes,” Bellarosa said eagerly. “And I think it is even large enough for me to lay in your lap as I help lessen the pressure you must be feeling after such a long day without being drained.”
As Celestine got comfortable in the chair then helped her daughter drape herself over her lap she thought about her breasts and the curse that affected them so intensely.
They’d always been over-large for a Human woman, even one as thick as her. Along with her magenta hair they were the last signs of the High Elven blood that had once helped her family lay claim to its throne.
But after the curse they’d grown larger, feeling permanently swollen and often tender as if she were in that cycle of her moons even when she wasn’t. They’d also grown far denser when she’d begun lactating, something that had not ended once it had begun.
The milk felt as though it was always building up in her, making her already heavy breasts unbearably weighty. And the pressure! It would build up in her till it felt like it would explode. Often, when it was like that, her nipples would constantly leak milk. The relief that would come once they were drained was a pleasure few others compared to.
And with that relief always came arousal. The more milk expressed from her the more aroused she became. And as the milk was expressed her tits, and then her whole body, would become more sensitive. By the time they were emptied she’d be left so horny she’d give in to any demand if it meant she’d be given even a little sexual relief. And that relief always came easy and quickly as the milkings left her able to cum fast and hard.
She cooed softly as Bellarosa suckled at her massive teats. Already the warmth was spreading through her body, the relief of the pressure lessoning from her tits turning into the heat of desire and becoming a pressure of another kind.
And she’s gulping down so much of the milk tonight, she thought as she stroked her daughter’s blond hair. At first, when she began ‘helping me’ she did what my old handmaidens had done. Milking me like a cow… it was humiliating and I always hated how much that humiliation turned me on.
She remembered that first night Bellarosa had suggested sucking the milk out. She’d seen through the girl’s ploy at once and knew it was an attempt to goad her into sex. The first few times they’d promised it could never happen again, but Celestine had quickly realized the girl had been eager to break those promises, using the milkings to get her horny enough to fuck her daughter again.
My sweet thought once she was sucking on my nipples I’d be her sexual plaything. She wasn’t wrong, but there was something neither of us realized. My milk! No one had ever tasted it. It made her as horny as the milking made me. Now she thirsts for the milk as savagely as she thirsts for my body.
“Gods, yes,” Celestine moaned. “Switch, my sweet, even them out. And do that thing with your tongue I so enjoy as you suck and drain me.”
Bellarosa broke suction wetly around one nipple, milk spilling messily out of her mouth. A moment later she was latched onto her mother’s other breast, sucking and teasing the woman’s nipple with her tongue.
Celestine watched the way one of the girl’s hands slipped between her deliciously thick thighs. I wonder, is she even aware of how vigorously she’s playing with herself? I doubt it… the milk makes her mad with lust, and with as much as I need draining tonight she’ll be untamable when the font runs dry.
“My sweet, please don’t stop, but listen to me.” She waited till her daughter nodded to signify she was listening. “This can’t go on forever. We both know it’s wrong. This life we’ve taken up as Adventurers, it is just a temporary thing. We will let this perverse need to be with each other run its course while we search for a way to cure me of my curse. But once I’m cured we HAVE to be done with this!”
“I know, Mother,” Bellarosa gasped as she came up for air. “But we can worry about such things later. Are you drained enough?”
“Enough,” Celestine told her, knowing even if she wasn’t the girl wouldn’t be able to hold off longer.
“The bed,” her daughter growled demandingly, grabbing her mother’s hand and pulling her to her feet. “NOW,” she added in a voice suggesting she’d take what she wanted even if her mother tried to deny it to her.
“Yes, my sweet,” Celestine told her, so horny that all her doubts about their coupling were forgotten. She could feel guilty and shame later. At that moment they both needed each other’s bodies, and after so much practice they knew exactly what the other needed.
They fell to the bed, Celestine practically ripping her daughter’s clothing off as the girl’s hands were all over her body. They were a whirlwind of wild sapphic passion, coaxing orgasm after orgasm from each other till, nearly two hours later, both lay panting, drenched in sweat and other various fluids.
“We won’t… be able to do… this… on our quest…” Celestine said between heavy gasps for air.
“We’ll find a way… to work it in,” her daughter huffed. “You’ll still need… to be milked… daily. We’ll fuck… wherever we can… find privacy,” she added. “In the dirt if we need,” she added playfully.
Celestine smiled. She knew her daughter meant it in jest. But if it came down to it? They had little control over their lusts for each other and the curse on her breasts ensured what little they had was meaningless.
We’ll fuck in the dirt if it comes down to it, she thought. And it won’t matter. For no one knows I’m a queen and she a princess. And there will be no danger! My magic is too strong, and she’s too good a fighter. We’ll conquer quest after quest till we either find a cure for my curse or run into a fellow Adventurer that knows of one.
Beside her Bellarosa had fallen asleep. Celestine knew she’d not remain awake for long and welcomed sleep’s embrace. As she waited for it to take her the woman’s eyes fell on the strange golden dragon skull that had so unsettled her daughter. Her final thought was that it DID seem to be watching them, but it was a thought long forgotten by the time she woke.
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