“Scream for me.. “
Her naked ebony body was coated with a fine film, a silvery sheen of sweat which shimmered as she shook in her sleep, curling around the muscled form of her master: Sanguine. Within the mind of the dark elven woman, nightmares stirred, brought upon her by her masters nature. Sanguine was a creature of Nightmares, the darkest depths of the Elders whom live in the Below. Within the slaves mind, stirred the nightmare of when Alexa first had her taste of a spell called “Milk”.
A nice, crisp evening was the backdrop of this nightmare, little flakes of snow drifted from the dark, foreboding clouds to leave a nice layer of fluffy white on the ground. The forms of Alexa and Sanguine would appear at the tavern, The Lonely Inn, with Sanguine settled at the bar and his slave, Alexa coming down the stairwell. The Drak Sen always knew when his slave came anywhere near him, he could smell her, feel her, hear her heartbeat, and thus, his eyes settled on her sensuous form.
Long before she came down the stairs did she have the thoughts of mischief, and didn’t quite expect the sight of her Master to be there when she decided to show herself. However, like always, her thoughts were on defying him, tarnishing his honor in the presence of so many faces, many of which were with places of power in these lands. He could see, simply by the little glimmer that sparkled within her icy blue eyes that this eve would be trouble. How right he was…
“Alexa.. Come to me..” The rich, deep voice of Sanguine filtered out through the tavern to the dark elves keen ears. Those ears twitched, however she did not respond, not directly. Instead, her form turned and started walking towards the front doors that would lead her .. where? To her freedom? Not likely, she knew she couldn’t evade him, and even now she started to cringe, for she could see the faint glimmer of vermilion that crept into her masters eyes. Her ears then picked up another noise, a clearing of someone’s throat, a noise she knew too well to be Sanguines.
“Alexa, come here now.” Those words flowed to Alexas ears again, causing her to halt in her steps. She could tell that he was on the virge of raising his voice, and whenever he did, her punishment would increase in pain. Alexas form already twinged with the punishment she knew was coming from her disobedience, she could feel his eyes boring into the back of her head. Turning around, she hesitantly started to walk in the direction of the bar, and in the direction of her master, eyes lowered so that his angered glare didn’t catch on her eyes.
When finally she drew near, Sanguine lashed his arm out, his thin fingers digging into the bare flesh of her arm and yanked her into his lap, allowing a faint growl of distaste to rumble forth into her ear. “When I say.. Come here.. Alexa.. I mean for you to come here. Instead, you disobey me in public..” Grip tightening on her, he settled her in the direction of the bar, hands sliding from her shoulders down under her arms before coiling up. He made short work of the small piece of clothing she wore to cover her breasts, fingers sliding over the plump curves and tender flesh, teasing and kneading. “Sanguine, Stop! .. No in public!” issued a harsh whisper to Sanguine from the slave.
He didn’t listen though, just as she didn’t listen to him when he called out for her, and a faint shiver of energy passed into her body, the sensation of a magic she’s never felt before till now. As soon as the energy seeped into her flesh, his hands released her, sliding away from her body and allowing the effects to take place. Wide-eyed, Alexa suddenly turned towards Sanguine, grunting and bowing slightly as an acute pressure started building in her chest. Slowly and steadily, the dark elven womans breasts started to grow and swell with a liquid so sweet to the taste, a man would die for.
Alexa didn’t know where this pain came from, or why, but she knew she wanted it gone. There was the pressure from the milk within her breasts, pushing out against the fabric of her shirt, which threatened to break from the strain. Too eagerly she sought for a way out, an escape so she could figure out how to stop the pain. She then noticed wet spots on the fabric.. her nipples were.. leaking?! Shocked, she looked over to Sanguine, a threat of death shimmering in the depths of her eyes at what he’d done to her. Her immediate reaction was to pull her top down and start twisting her nipples, to milk herself of the liquid and the pressure.. however, something held her back.
Sanguines grip on her waist kept her from moving very far, he wanted to watch her squirm, watch her body shake from the pain that he’d inflicted upon her, and most of all, he wanted to see those large globes of enticing flesh bounce and jiggle with each movement that she made. “Sanguine.. please.. Not in public!” Alexa couldn’t help but cry out, the pain was getting to her, and the embarrassment that this was all happening in the public eye was simply frightening in itself.. She squirmed and moaned against him, nearly coming to tears from the pressure within and against her breasts.
“Next time.. do not ignore my commands my Precious.” Her ear twitched from the whisper before another drawn out moan escaped her own lips, but thankfully, Sanguine had stood himself up, still holding her quite firmly, and was moving in the direction of a booth they often used. More than once did he have to hold her body up, to keep her from falling over in pain, her fingers curling at the lower hem of her shirt and wanting to rip it free from her body, to relieve some of the pain that he’d caused her. But, that was not to be. As soon as they reached the booth, he lifted her form off of the floor and onto the table, pressing her breasts to the tables surface. A squeal of pain bubbled up from her throat at the new pressure placed upon her breasts.
His hand pressed itself between her shoulders, applying a small bit more pressure before he curled his fingers about the fabric of the shirt, flexing his fingers upwards and tugging over his slaves head the shirt she’d been wearing. Those succulent spheres of ebony perfection bounced free of the leathery confines, allowing small, pearled droplets of milk to roll free from her nipple, tracing white trails that contrasted to her dark flesh, making it that much more alluring. With each breath taken, those breasts before him heaved, still a whimper of pain fluttering free from Alexas lips, wanting blessed release from the torture that he was inflicting upon her small body.
Laying her body out on the table with her back pressed to the hardwood surface, he reached out with eager fingers to gently take hold of those leaking, ever taut nipples. She cried out when he did too, her voice rising above the hubbub of the tavern in a mixture of a scream, squeal, and moan; gentle squirts of the white nectar squirting up about an inch before splashing down over her breasts in a simply wondrous display for the eyes. Again he seized up those stiff peaks, watching again the milk flow freely for him and his fingers, with each knead and pull, another very minuscule amount of pressure leaving her body.
As much as she didn’t want her body to react to his touches, she was rather quickly growing aroused by the sensations of his fingers upon her breasts, the sight of his defined, muscular body above his, coaxing from her form yet another liquid, something he sought, and this brought moisture between her legs, a light glistening of arousal. That moisture brought on a burning, a yearning within her loins to be taken, to be filled as only her master knew how to. Her body yearned for his, writhing upon the table as minute after minute more of the milk was released from her, be it by fingers or lips, though his lips were more prefered, as it allowed her to feel that length of muscle slither over the surface of her nipples, sending little shocks of euphoria through her.
Suddenly, Alexas eyes snapped open as she awoke from the nightmare, her shivering aroused form pressed all too eagerly against Sanguines sleeping body. The burning she felt in that nightmare was all too real as she reached down between her legs, gently pressing her fingers to the petals of her snatch and feeling the warm slick moisture that built up from her lusts. Her lower lip tucked itself inside her mouth, suckling slightly as she was thinking if she should wake her master or not.. But, her body decided for her and she pushed against him, whispering his name repeatedly.. “Sanguine… Sanguine…”
~Fin~