The Castle of Solange - Part 6

Hanna took Deena by the hand leading her away from the wardrobe. The fabric caressed her skin as she moved in the gauzy dress, her nipples standing out from breasts that hung heavy on her chest. That muscle, too, had softened into breastflesh, and perhaps more. She could feel the sway against her torso, the widened hips rocking as she walked. She felt like fertility and womanliness made flesh. Like she could birth the world from her hips and pussy. When she sat in the chair where she first encountered Hanna, she sighed. Her body melted into the seat and her eyes, heavy-lidded, regarded the stupified maidens on their cushions. How soft and sweet they were. How helpless. How she yearned to take them all into her arms and hold them close to her breast.

"I think for you to understand, to convince Mistress that you are who you say, you must understand what we do for the girls. Would you like to care for one as I do?"

"Yes," Deena whispered. She did not understand why she felt such a need, but she had to have one of these girls in her lap, cradled against her.

"Good. You are such a wonderful caretaker for our girls. Here, this one. She looks hungry."

Deena blinked slowly while Hanna urged one of the girls back to her feet. She was thin, almost waifish, with full lips and big eyes and a loose mop of dark hair like Deena's. She staggered when Hanna led her to the chair like she'd had too much to drink at a feast. When she was close,s he climbed easily into Deena's wide lap and the warrior embraced her, pulled her close. She was light and eager to be held, and the sensation of the girl's hands grasping her shoulders and pulling herself close sent a tremor of satisfaction through Deena. The girl was so soft and warm against her and smelled faintly of honey. She nuzzled against Deena, her face against Deena's heavy breast, mouth moving as if to suckle.

Hanna shook her head. "No, no, Colette. This is not a true caregiver. This is a warrior. She will not feed you."

The sensation of the girl's mouth moving against her nipple sent another wave of pleasure, a connection that felt like a direct line between nipple and cunt, making Deena squirm. And that negation, the idea that Deena was somehow incapable of feeding the girl... Why, Deena could fairly hear the slosh of the milk in her breast, ready to feed Colette. She wondered if that was the girl's true name and decided it didn't matter. It was the name she was given by Mistress Solange, and so it must be true. Just as Mistress Solange had filled her breast with milk to give the girl.

Colette licked her lips again, as though tasting Deena. The warrior reached to her chest, pushing Colette's face away while she moved aside the fabric covering her, exposing the snow-white breast and its dark nipple topping it, the breast that hung weightily against her. And now Colette's mouth returned, impossible to refuse. Her lips sealed around Deena's nipple, her teeth gripping the flesh with a gentle hold, her mouth opening beneath the seal to suck. Deena groaned softly, a sound that seemed to come from somewhere far away. She arched her back, arching the girl, her tongue reaching for her other breast.

"Oh, gods, yes! Yes!" Deena gasped as the sensations came rushing over her, making her fingers curl in Colette's hair. Her nipple was sucked into the warm wetness of the girl's mouth, and Deena rocked the girl's head, encouraging her to continue, to take more and more of Deena's breast.

Colette's hands slipped under Deena's gown, touching her thigh, then sliding up along her leg to cup her hip. The contact sent another shiver down her spine. Her legs spread wider, welcoming the touch.

"Please..." she said, unable to stop her words from escaping. Did she want more? Did she want to escape? She couldn't tell,e specially with the twin pleasures of Colette suckling at her breast and Hanna's hand between her legs, softly stroking her cunt beneath the silk.

"That's it," Hanna cooed, "feel yourself drain into the girl. Mistress has made your body a tool for her. Isn't that lovely? With every drink of your milk, the girl will lose herself more in Mistress's service. We are the hands of our Mistress, Deena. Essential to her control of others. And it's only right that you should know the same bliss as the girl in your lap."

Deena blinked slowly, looking to Hanna. The woman had opened her dress, revealing her own swollen breast. At the tip, a single pearly drop of milk swelled and threatened to fall. Deena's mouth watered.

"More?" Hanna asked, her bared nipple a tongue's length from Deena's mouth. "You can have all you like. Go on, my sweet sister. Drink."

Hanna pressed closer now, leaning over the girl suckling at her breast. Deena's lips parted and closed, the stiff nipple caught between her teeth as she held onto Hanna's teat. One arm cradled the girl in her lap, the other caressing the breast n her mouth. And as she drank and felt the hot splash of milk coat her tongue. It was sweet and thick, a cream that filled her mouth with three long pulls. And as she fed from Hanna, she fed the girl in kind. Her own breast gave up its bounty and she felt the weight of her newly-enlarged breasts drain into the mouth and belly of the girl moaning in her lap.