The Milky Baroness

"Oh. I suppose so." She sighed.

Imon jumped as he felt her soft, slender hand settle on his knee. And begin to slide up his leg.

"Well, then..." She beamed, eyes glimmering with amusement at his reaction, "... why don't you just concentrate on answering these questions, then? And take as much time as you need."

"Y-Yes, m'lady."

"Oh, please, call me Miss Aura!" She wriggled closer as her hand settled in his lap, and he could swear he saw the tiniest trace of a smirk as her hand grazed over his tented trousers. "Since we're becoming such good friends."

Feeling a bit of wetness against his arm, he looked down and realized she was pressing quite tightly against him indeed--and one of her leaking nipples was pressed against his shirt sleeve.

The sweet smell flowed around him like he'd been dropped into a whirlpool of warm honeyed cream.

"Yes, Miss Aura," he said softly. He licked his lips.

"Good boy." She gave his cock a little squeeze through the trousers--and then her hand started to slide underneath them.

"M-My lady--" he stammered.

"Miss Aura," she corrected smugly, as her nimble hand wrapped around his shaft, capturing it within her soft, warm touch. "Come now, dear, don't tell me you're already getting forgetful, young man. This is going to be an awfully long... conversation..." Her eyes shimmered with glee. "... if you can't keep your senses about you~"

Imon squirmed and cleared his throat. "Yes, Miss Aura," he said softly, taking care to keep his voice level, to keep his calm. This was fine. He'd been trained for... for just this contingency. Sure, he'd never been trained to deal with how delectably enticing her breasts looked and felt smooshed up against him, how sweet her milk smelled, her her honeyed perfume seemed to blend with aching sumptuousness with the ambrosia dripping from her breasts... how agile her wicked hands could be...

"So," she purred, arching an eyebrow, "where were we, dear?"

"I... um..." Imon took a deep breath, unable to help himself. He just needed to steady his mind. Steady his nerves. "We were... you had... questions?"

"Yes, dear." She giggled. Her fingers toyed along the tip of his cock. She wiggled a little closer, and he couldn't help but notice how nicely her breasts bounced, how hot her body was against his. "So, you've been enjoying your time in the kitchens?"

"Yes, Miss Aura." He gave a weak smile, trying to affect some of his smoothness in his voice. "M'lady has kept us quite busy in there, not that we mind. I've welcomed the ch--challenge." he bit his lip as her other hand reached up and gave her own breast a little squeeze. Gods, she looked so soft...

"Yes," she said softly, "we've had quite a varied menu lately. You're a wonderful cook. Where did you learn so many recipes, my dear?"

"H-Here and... there." He shifted nervously, longing to object to the stroking but not knowing how to do so without attracting her curiosity. "I've always liked baking, m'lady. Miss Aura." He flushed as she pouted expectantly, and squirmed as he brightened at his correction.

Fey were ageless, creatures of the moment--even urbanized ones like Miss Aura. Like Aura. So why did he feel so... inexperienced compared to her? So vulnerable to her charms? So at a disadvantage? It didn't help that she looked to be in her thirties, in an attractive, mature way. Like the mother of the girl next door, if the mother was an insatiable, sultry, seductive, utterly amoral temptress. She seemed to grip his will with the utmost ease, stroking ever-so-sweetly, petting his will like a beloved kitten until he just wanted to purr

He almost caught himself shifting closer to her. She was just so warm. And her breasts kept... gods, it was so tempting, so easy to brazenly stare, with them right in front of him... her voice so delicate, sensual, rippling with barely-contained giggles as if constantly amused at everything he said...

"Imon?" Aura prompted, and Imon gave a start, eyes widening. He realized he'd zoned out and missed something she'd said. "Do you... not know?"

"W-What?" Imon's cheeks heated up. "I-I mean, um... I'm not sure. What do you mean, Miss Aura?" His facade was crumbling, he knew. He just had to keep his head, though.

"I said you're very good at it," she said, clearly smug. As if she knew. Of course she knew. "Baking, that is. And I asked if there were any recipes you knew that need ingredients I can provide."

"Um..." Right, right. Cooking. Baking. Imon wracked his brains for something to say, some way to avoid just saying, no, no idea, like a fool. He cleared his throat. "Well, there's fallberry wine cake. I meant to make it the other day, but we don't have any..." His eyes glazed down to her breasts again, unable to help but admire how pearlescent and smooth they looked... "... any, um... fallberries around here."

"Fallberries?"

"Yes, Miss Aura." He managed to smile back, forcing his gaze back to hers. "They likely sell them in the market, but--"

"Those grow down south, don't they?" Aura tilted her head with a curious look. "In the Bracken and Tallow regions of the plains?"

Imon stiffened. Stupid. Stupid! "W-Well, they grow all over," he stammered, desperately trtying to keep the smile casual and easy-going to mask his nerves. How could he have slipped up like that? Of course he'd name the one recipe that was specifically from Tallow! "They're very... very...." He squirmed and bit his lip--not from nerves, but from the way Aura's stroking had just sped up a little.

"Oh, I suppose you're right!" Aura giggled. She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, making him gasp in surprise. Gods, her lips were just as soft as the rest of her. "They are a very... fertile berry, aren't they?"

Her hand squeezed his cock, slowly stroking up to the tip, then down to the base. Imon was starting to wish he could take these trousers off--then he wondered why he'd ever want that. He couldn't want more of this treatment, could he? She'd melt him into putty if he was... was...

He licked his lips, wrenching his gaze from her full bosom, and swallowed. Her eyes were sparkling with amusement. "I'll have the girls fetch some fallberries," she said sweetly, her voice guileless. She caressed his cheek. "Should I send anyone in particular? Is there anyone you think would know what to look for?"

"I-I mean, I can always go buy them," Imon said weakly. "I can..."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Aura pouted. "I didn't mean to suggest you weren't anexpert on them."

Imon felt his cheeks heating up. "I'm, um. Not, Miss Aura. I just... yes, we can send someone to buy them."

"Who should I send?" Her voice oozed with sweetness as her free hand reached down, as one finger delicately twirled around a nipple, spiraling round and round, luring his gaze in...

He moaned softly as her hand stroked up his shaft. "A-Anyone," he managed, watching that leaking nipple and licking his lips. "I d-don't, um..."

"Right, you don't know many people here yet." Aura tutted softly. "Don't worry, my sweet boy. I'll make sure the girls stop leaving you so dreadfully lonely in that drafty old kitchen."

Imon's head spun. Was she... assigning people to watch him? Did she suspect him? She couldn't. She just wanted to play with him more. Bring him more under her thumb.

He stared at the dripping nipple, his lips half-parted. "But... b-but I..."

"Hm?" She thrust her chest forward a little, and her tits bounced upward, as if inviting his greedy, lusty stare. And he couldn't help but oblige. "But what?"

"Nnn... Nothing..." He panted, feeling the stroking of his cock starting to slowly speed up, becoming more pleasurable by the second. As if she was reading his reactions, noticing every little twitch, every gasp, every moan. A sif she was learning to make him feel better and better and better. To play him like an instrument.

"Should I send a couple maids to spend time with you, maybe?" she asked innocently, planting another little kiss on his other cheek. Imon squirmed helplessly as the pleasure started to mount. He couldn't stop breathing in deep, and with every breath of the sweet, perfumed, pheromone-laden air... "Do you like my maids?"

Imon struggled to find his words. Somehow, he managed to slow his breathing, to give a semblance of dignity to his voice. "They're... quite friendly. I've enjoyed the company of Amelie."

"Oh, have you?" Aura teased. She leaned in over him, and Imon nearly whimpered as her fat, milk-dripping tits bounced right before his reyes, as her husky voicepurred in his ear, "A lot of boys do, you know~"

She pulled back, giggling at his expression.

Imon swallowed and nodded, forcing his face to ease into a less pleasure-dazed smile. "I'd imagine! She's--" He held in a cry as the fingers stroked tenderly over his cock's tip. "--q-quite the flirt!"

"And what about Janza?" Miss Aura asked sweetly, her lips brushing his ear, her voice like hot, molten honey pouring right into his head. "She took quite the liking to you, as I recall."

The tits were so close. So fragrant. All he could smell was their addictive scent. He wanted more. Her hand just kept pumping, slowly, ever-so-slowly...

"A lovely little lady," he said, somehow keeping a single tremor from his voice. He managed to smirk slightly in memory of the majordomme, and he hoped his wryness would distract Aura from how his hips had started involuntarily bucking for a moment against her hand. "Clearly very dedicated to her work. Quite the enjoyable interview, in fact."

"How about Passi and Pyrra?" The breasts jiggled and swayed with her soft laughter. "Aren't they such sweet songbirds?"

"Oh, yes. Yes, they're very friendly. Passi is--"

Imon froze.

Aura pulled back, her eyes glittering with cruel delight. She smirked slightly at the look on his face. "Oh," she said innocently, "have you met them?"

Imon swallowed. His veneer of carelessness was gone like a rowboat crushed in the rapids, and he could only hurl himself at the nearest piece of flotsam in sight. "Th-They might have, um... maybe in the hall, once..."

"Really?" She batted her eyelashes. "And here I've never seen them outside the aviary!"

He stared, wide-eyed. For a moment, he fumbled for words, before managing, "W-Well, um... I think they must have, um... wanted a late-night snack. So they came to the kitchen. And I saw them there. Yes, I remember now."

"Ah!" Miss Aura nodded. "That makes sense. They are such greedy little things."

He nodded back, watching the tits bounce. This was bad. He couldn't keep fumbling. She was going to... to...

"They're always after sweet things," Miss Aura went on with a light, airy giggle. "Poor dears. I always have to indulge them so. But do you know something, sweetie?"

He mumbled slightly. He needed to stop talking, he knew numbly. And avoid meeting her gaze. And not give her any more clues, so she couldn't... couldn't...

"I don't mind," she purred. He felt her hand on the back of his head, gently stroking his hair. "In fact... She started guiding his head down. Closer. "I love indulging my sweet, obedient darlings."

"Um... I..." He licked his lips, staring hopelessly as he was guided closer and closer to those gorgeous, intoxicating, breathtaking tits. The hand below edged him on, keeping his cock bathed in a constant state of indulgent delight...

"And," she went on, with a mischievous, wicked little giggle, "I think you're having some trouble putting words together, aren't you, sweetie?"

"Umm... mm..." He nodded meekly. What else could he say? It was getting so hard to think of more lies. And so risky. He licked his lips. And he was getting so... so...

"So, if you aren't going to talk anyways..." Her voice flowed through him like a river of rich, creamy, honey-laced ambrosia. "... why don't you have a drink, darling boy?"

"Nnng..." He blinked rapidly. Wait. No. This was... this was... "I... um..."

She leaned in. The breast was so, so close... "Be a good boy for your mistress, now, Imon~"

His lips parted unthinkingly. The nipple slipped in.

And without conscious thought guiding the motion, he obeyed and started to suckle.

Oh.

oh.

Imon's eyes widened, then closed, as the most exquisite taste he'd ever experienced flowed onto his tongue. The scents didn't even begin to describe... it was like the richest, sweetest, most decadent thing he had ever tasted, and at the same time it was intoxicating, addictive, and he only wanted more. The milk splashed on his tongue, and a warm, tingling milky haze began to immediately rise in his mind.

And Aura's moans... Imon suckled eagerly, hearing the holstaur letting out suchsweet cries, feeling her embrace around him tightening. "Oh, y-yes," the holstaur cooed, squirming against him, "yes, good boy--th-that's a good, good boy, s-so eager--"

The hand started to pump him faster. The pure pleasure was overwhelming. Imon's eyes opened, and he stared helplessly up into Aura's warm hazel gaze as she beamed down at him. Her own cheeks were getting red. "Oh, you like that, don't you?" she cooed.

He moaned and squirmed, almost delirious with pleasure.

"I thought so," she purred, wriggling happily and pumping faster. "Boys like you are alwayssoooo easy to toy with."

He whimpered and gasped, head swimming with her scent. Gods, she was so beautiful, and she tasted so good--it felt so good--"

"Th--That's right, sweetie," she whispered, clutching him close to her chest. "Mm... drink up. Such a good, obedient boy."

Her praise filled him even thicker and sweeter than her addictive milk. He bucked and thrashed, nodding hopelessly. He'd nod along with anything when it made him feel this good. This achingly, unspeakably good.

"You want to keep feeling good like this, don't you, darling boy?" she cooed, pumping his cock, lifting her breast slightly to allow him to more easily meet her gaze while breastfeeding.

"Mmm..." He found himself nodding. Gods, he was senseless. All his thoughts were still there, but molten, like impossibly limp muscles too relaxed from massage to so much as flex. He stared up into Aura's shimmering eyes and breathed her scent in deep, letting his head swim with pleasure.

"Good boy." The praise was accompanied by another kiss on the cheek. Her lips were so sensuous, so soft. "You want to be a good boy, don't you?"

"Mm..." he struggled briefly. No, he couldn't say that. Except... yes, he... he was supposed to say yes, wasn't he? To avoid... giving himself away to her...

"Hm?" She giggled at his doomed efforts at resistance and gave his cock a long, indulgent pump.

The sensation of pure, liquid ecstasy melted him like butter in her arms. He suckled desperately and gave a blissful nod. "Mm-hmmm..."

"Good boy." Another kiss on the forehead. His skin tingled where her lips touched, making his whole head buzz with staticky delight. He knew... he knew he needed to fight, but fuck, it felt so wonderful...

"You want to be obedient." Her voice dripped with wicked, poisonous honey, but it sounded so sweet to his ears, he could almost cum just from hearing it. "It's soooo easy to do..." Her other hand slid down, and he felt her unbuckling his belt. "... whatever Miss Aura says, isn't it?"

"Mm..." His mind squirmed within her grasp. No... no, he needed to... resist... right? He was getting so confused, with this much pleasure, this much praise... it was so hard to remember... to fight... "Nnn..."

"Hm? No?" She smirked. Gods, she was smiling like she already had him. She didn't... did she? "Did my Imon say no?"

He suckled needily and whimpered, unsure. He couldn't give himself away, but... this felt too good. Dangerously good. But he knew she was trying to... to brainwash him..

... and oh, fuck, being turned into her obedient plaything, every ounce of his wits turned towards her whims, sounded so... so hot...

"It's hard to say no when it feels this good, isn't it?" she asked sweetly, innocently, eyelashes fluttering. "Poor boy~"

"Mm... mm-hm..."

"You're quite a clever man," she cooed, pumping a little faster. "Aren't you? Such a smart boy."

"Mm..."

"But take a clever man," she went on, her voice slowly settling around him, smoothly coiling around his mind like a serpent around its prey, "and put him in a pretty girl's lap... mmm..." Her milk flowed past his lips, and he eagerly drank it down, even as he felt his will to resist being drowned in the sweet nectar, deeper and deeper by the second. "... and do you know what he becomes, my darling Imon?"

He stared up at her, squirming hopelessly in her clutches. He was getting close. He was getting so, so close, and her hand wasn't letting up...

"A man," she said smugly, her voice like spider's silk, "like any other~"

Her delicate hand stroked up.

"Desperate for pleasure."

Her delicate hand stroked down.

"Begging to cum."

And up.

"Enslaved to his own cock."

And down.

"Just a clever little bull in search of a mate."

And up.

"Ready to obey."

And down.

Imon was a wreck, blushing, moaning, bucking against her dainty touch. His mind was flowing like the tides, aimless, dreamy. He had all his thoughts to him, but none of them felt quite so important. None except... obeying...

"Sooo, sweetie," Aura cooed, giggling at his delirious state, "I had just one or two more questions, if that's okay."

He weakly shook his head. No. She couldn't... he couldn't let himself..

"Now, now. Be a good boy and do as you're told." She smirked. "Because what have you learned today?"

He moaned as her hand started to pump faster.

"It's hard to say no," she murmured, "when it... feels this good."

Her own eyes were starting to half-close. She was getting horny. Very, very horny. Dimly, Imon realized he could try to take advantage, but he was too far gone himself. He found himself sleepily nodding.

"Good boy~" She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. He moaned softly, feeling her either hand pulling his pants down at last. He knew that was bad, somehow, but... how could anything that felt so good be bad? "And it's soooo easy to do what Miss Aura says, isn't it, Imon?" Her eyes shimmered. "Didn't you say that?"

He squirmed. He had said that, he supposed reluctantly. "Mm-hm..."

"Good boy~" Another delectable kiss. His undergarments were pulled away from Imon, and he gasped with relief as his cock sprang up into the open air. Aura smirked. "And you did tell me you want... want to be a good boy, didn't you?

"Mmmm..." He suckled hungrily, unable to help himself. He... hehad said that, he thought dizzily, and so he nodded again.

"Good boy!" Another kiss that made him moan and cry out. The silken hand was stroking faster, faster... "Such a--oh, ooh, yes--s-such a good boy!"

He panted and squirmed. He was lost. He couldn't control himself anymore. It just felt too good. Who could resist this much pleasure? He was so close, so close--

"A-And good boys," she purred, reaching up to give her breast a little squeeze, "get to feel soooo good, a-after all." Her lashes fluttered. She was starting to breath heavier, he felt, pressed against her chest. Starting to pump faster and faster. Clutch him tighter. "And... a-and didn't you say you like feeling good?"

More milk flowed into his open, gasping mouth, and he swallowed it eagerly, obediently. He wanted more kisses. More praise. More milk. More pleasure. Foggily, he realized he was being trained. Taught to associate praise with pleasure. Taught to associate obedience with pleasure.