In a non-canon alternate timeline from Monstrous Ranch, the gentle, supple holstaur Laca has taken her catgirl, hob and human boytoy to their new home to indulge for all eternity. But strange things lurk in the wilderness, and not all of them are living. And Laca's milk might not be as effective at breaking their wills as it was for Senya's, Valina's and Bobbin's...
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Kitten wasn't sure what had distracted her. But she knew, in definite certainty, that she was being a bad girl right now.
Kitten knew she was supposed to be at Mommy's breast, eagerly suckling and filling herself with nice, addictive, mind-numbing, will-melting milk as the holstaur slept. Instead, the catgirl padded down the stairs, her mind in a strange daze.
Kitten was quite a state right now, and if the Valina from a few years ago could have seen her now, she would have been shocked. Her eyes were glassy, milky-green from hours upon hours satisfying her mistress and filling herself with the drugged milk. Her lips were plump and pouty from constant drinking, and her whole form had filled out—just slightly—making her nice and soft and just a little bit plump. Just like Mommy liked her little Kitten to be.
Her dark hair was long and unbraided, hanging in dark curtains around her face. Her lacy silk pajamas were messy with milk and juices, and one of her breasts was half-exposed, spilling out of its scanty coverings like thoughts spilling from her silly head. Her once-perky dark catlike ears drooped, her magic all-but-forgotten as the milk melted away all semblance of independence. Her tail flicked about, excited to take its owner back to her owner.
Her old self, silly Valina, was gone. Now, only Kitten remained. And Kitten was supposed to obey her Mommy.
But Mommy was sleeping right now, lost in lust as her playthings endlessly delighted her. Someone—probably her dear boy Senya—had crawled in to immediately take Kitten's place.
And Kitten couldn't get the voices out of her head.
"Kitten," sang the melodic voices, almost ghostly in the late hours. "Sweet little Kitten..."
Kitten blinked blearily as she reached the bottom of the stairs and reached, hesitantly, for the door. Her lips quivered, and she licked them, already missing her Mommy's milk.
"Here, kitty-kitty-kitty," cooed the voices, and Kitten's mind echoed with longing as she reached for the door. Her free hand was already gently stroking beneath her panties. "Heeeere, kitty-kitty-kitty."
The doorknob turned, and the door swung open.
She was greeted by a wave of delighted coos, and nearly fainted on the spot. Luckily, soft, slender hands were there to catch her, there to guide her where she belonged.
She fell onto the couch with barely a mew, staring up dreamily at her assailants.
Gleaming red eyes stared down at her.
Kitten stared up into those eyes. Her heart had stopped. The red seemed to go on forever, endless, burning fires of nothingness. Dying stars. Kitten felt her mind sinking, and she suddenly felt more pliant, more obediently entranced, than she had in weeks.
Or hours.
"Kitty needs to be milked," came the familiar coo, and Kitten mewled happily, already pulling down her lacy lingerie with trembling fingers to bare her breasts. They giggled, delighted at her eagerness. "So generous. Sweet, whimpering slut."
Kitten licked her lips, and she tried to speak, tried to agree. But a kittenish mew was all that escaped her. Those eyes held her firmly, gently, soft as cotton, like spider webbing at her throat. She could barely whimper.
And as the owner of those eyes descended upon her breasts, and started to suckle, and Kitten's nipples began to tingle with a strangely familiar delight, she began to whimper quite a lot.
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"Oh, Senya, you naughty boy."
Senya's eyes did not open, but he did wince. Lying half-under the covers, he clutched at Mommy and suckled all the harder, letting her sweet—but strangely less sweet than usual—milk course down his throat. He whimpered an apology. Clearly, Mommy wanted him to suckle harder.
He felt the warm body he clutched trembling, and tiny little whimpers were coming from it—as they had for the last hour or so of suckling. He held it tighter, lapping and sucking at the nipple with a singular hunger. Had to be a good boy. A very, very good boy.
If the Senya from a year ago could have seen him now, he would no doubt have been shocked. But Senya knew this was what he'd always wanted. Senya's brown hair was messy with milk and saliva (Kitten liked to lick him a lot, and Bobbi had become a little prone to drooling when Mommy 'played' with her). His form was slight, and he had grown even weaker and softer from days spent in Mommy's tender embrace—just the way she liked him. Unlike Kitten, Mommy had kept Senya fairly slim, but that was just because she liked to keep him tender and ticklish—and liked him to feel little. Vulnerable.
He didn't mind feeling little, though, as long as Mommy was there to keep him safe.
"Senya."
His hazel eyes finally fluttered open, milky and dreamy, heavy-lidded. His lips continued to suckle as he slowly looked up.
Senya and his curvaceous lover lay on the impossibly soft king-sized bed, immersed in layer after layer of soft feather comforters. Dazedly, he gazed up into the equally glazed, equally vulnerable eyes of Kitten. She bit her lip to hold in another whimper as his lips sucked at her nipple.
She knew as well as he did that he wasn't supposed to suckle him, but for some reason, instead of teasing and tormenting him as she usually would—for while they were both Mommy's slaves, Senya was very much the weakest of the three—she appeared incapable of interrupting him. In fact, judging from the wetness he felt beneath him, she had cum multiple times from it.
His eyes widened, and he pulled off, licking his lips as he looked over her shoulder at the gorgeous creature who held them both in her arms.
Mommy tutted, stroking his hair as he keened. "Naughty boy," the holstaur cooed, guiding him gently back towards her breast. "Silly, naughty boy."
And in the brief moment before Senya's mind melted back into easy bliss at his mistress's teat, he had one small spark of curiosity.
Why was Kitten lactating?
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Laca gave a long, low sigh of pleasure as Senya returned to nursing her. That was better. When she'd awoken and found Bobbi suckling her alone, she'd had a moment of something close to panic. And then to see him having switched to drinking from the catgirl... oh, how delightful. Hilarious, even.
But the holstaur bit her lip, pushing him possessively against her chest. She needed to be suckled. That was the one thing a holstaur could not live without.
And she truly had flourished since her escape from the Ranch—and capture of her three very most favorite playthings. The holstaur's curly silver hair had grown long, spilling down around her like a bed of fine, soft angora wool. Her form remained curvy and flawless, her breasts massive and constantly leaking her sweet, intoxicating milk which had so captivated Senya, Bobbi and Kitten. Her hazel eyes shimmered with bliss as she listened to Senya and Bobbi—dear, darling, once-so-proud Bobbi desperately drinking from her, eagerly and willingly keeping themselves under her control. Her care. Hers. Hers forever.
She blinked, returning to the present as she noticed Kitten still whimpering. Apparently, the catgirl was jealous, and missed her little attendant.
Laca smirked, reaching over to caress Valina's cheek. "Oh, my sweet, whimpering slut," she cooed. She didn't often talk to her little toys like this, but she knew it affected Kitten—and indeed, she beamed as the catgirl shivered.
"M-Mommy," Kitten mewled, rubbing against Laca's hand. She crawled up, kissing along Laca's exposed breast as Bobbi suckled it, worshiping it on her way to Laca's neck, then to her cheek. She gave Laca's face a little lick, quivering on the bed. She was surprisingly cold, Laca noticed. "M-Mommy, please..."
"Soon, dearest. Soon." Laca giggled, turning to stare at Kitten and instantly captivating the weak-willed catgirl in her gaze. Oh, how easily they melted for her now. Once, Kitten had tried to resist her almost daily. Now she knew true peace, true pleasure, true purpose. All thanks to Laca's love.
Laca blinked, reaching down to run a hand over Kitten's surprisingly prodigious curves. "My, my," she murmured, "have we grown, darling? I don't remember willing that. Such generous curves."
She looked up and saw that Kitten was trembling violently. At first, Laca was concerned—then she noticed that at Kitten's cunt, which was currently pressed against the side of Laca's hip, juices were steadily trickling down onto the bed.
She grinned. "Oh, but how delightful!" She kissed Kitten, continuing to stroke the catgirl's breasts, savoring the helpless trembling that followed. "Poor little dear."
"Unh... M-Mommy..."
Laca gave one nipple a little tickle, giggling when the catgirl jumped. "Maybe my milk knows me better than I know myself, because, goodness..." She made her voice husky, leaning in to Kitten's ear.
"I think I like you like this, baby."
"Yes, Mommy," the catgirl said meekly.
Laca smirked. "There's Mommy's good baby girl." She reached down, nudging Bobbi away from her breast. Bobbi left the nipple with a disappointed whimper and a little trail of drool. "Here you are, Kitten. Drink up. Make yourself niiice and dumb and empty for Mommy now."
And with an overjoyed squeal, Kitten descended back into her mistress's bliss.
~ ~ ~ ~
Entering the house was quite easy. The slaves of the holstaur—those that she didn't constantly keep at her bed, the man and woman who originally owned this dwelling—were easily whispered to sleep, and nobody had thought to sprinkle nutmeg over the doorstep. The milk kittens had even considered devouring the servants whole the first night, but there would be too much risk of discovery if the house went uncleaned.
And so as they had the last three nights, the milk kittens sent the house servants to sleep with whispers, strokes, and gentle little promises. Once this was done, and the two lay in a pile with dreams they would only half-remember, the milk kittens made their way towards their true target.
The doors did not creak. The stairs did not cry out. The red-eyed creatures crawled up to the second floor in perfect silence.
They were a vision mixing terror and desire. Totally naked, their porcelain skin was unnatural, off-putting, like blank canvas, like pooling cream. Their bodies were slim, their breasts small but full, their legs shapely and lithe. They moved like cats, graceful, terrifying.
But the vampires' true power lay in their faces. Two of them, a boy and girl, had long, straight black hair. A third, another girl, had brilliant red hair, the sole source of color of the three. She had given birth to the other three, but they were all equals in this. All three would feed on the fey and the mortal. Their old names almost forgotten dark-haired boy called himself 'Sieve', the girl called herself 'Ive', and the redhead called herself 'Red'.
Their eyes glowed like smoldering coals. Their lips were full, plush and almost glossy. And those lips were the true peril.
They exchanged gleeful smiles and tiny coos of excitement as they opened the bedroom door. Wet sounds—sounds of the most delicious bounty imaginable, sounds that made their mouths water—greeted them.
They stole into the room, crawling around the bed. The redhead looked up, peeking over the side of the bed for just a moment, and grinned. She had seen what they wanted to see: The hob fey and catgirl were suckling, and the human boy lay beside his holstaur keeper. In their slumber, he had no milk, and so he idly sucked on one of her fingers for comfort. Down below, his fingers stroked his cock, edging himself until such a time as one of his three bedmates would deign to show him some mercy.
But, the milk kittens knew, suppressing tiny giggles, he would not have to wait so long tonight.
They began to softly mewl—tiny sounds that could not awaken the most restless sleeper—and watched as the boy stirred, whimpered, squirmed. Their whispers and whimpers sank into his head endlessly, filling him with desires he had no ability to manage in his state.
At the same time, the catgirl, holstaur and hob sighed. The catgirl's and hob's suckling slowed as a deeper sleep settled upon them. The holstaur's embrace loosened, and her fingers half-slipped from the human boy's lips.
Soon, the boy was whimpering, wriggling needily, helpless within the kittens' cooings. But he would find no relief from his mistresses, for they were now sound asleep, captivated within dreams they would only half understand.
And the milk kittens made their move. They climbed onto the bed, again with the utmost grace, the utmost stealth, and massed around the boy. They did not touch him. They continued to whisper and mewl all the while as they slowly closed in, almost spiraling around him, immersing him deeper and deeper into their control until he was visibly twitching.
Finally, they were assembled—Red lying beside him, Ive with her face inches from his hard, precum-slick cock, and Sieve on his hands and knees close to the head of the bed.
Sieve reached down, gently taking the holstaur's hand and easing her fingers from Senya's lips. The boy whined, and mewled, but the holstaur did not stir. The milk kittens beamed. Even just a few inches away, his mistress was helpless to protect him.
"Shh," cooed the redhead behind him, petting his hair in the manner they had seen the holstaur soothe him. "There's a good boy."
Slowly, his complaints quieted. Grinning gleefully, they began to gently roll him over onto his other side, to face away from the holstaur.
This made him complain more, squirming and whimpering. He was getting louder, too,. Reluctantly, they stopped. Clearly, the boy would need to be tamed a little before they could continue.
They thought a moment. Then Red gave an evil grin.
Behind them, the faint wet sounds from the holstaur's nursing continued, but quiet, soft, slowed from the deep sleep. Oh, so soft. So distant.
And so when Red opened her mouth and began to unleash sounds no human mouth could make—the wet, slurping sounds of suckling mouths, the little kittenish whimpers, the sleepy sighs of a happy holstaur—it easily drowned out the sounds the boy was hearing in front of him.
"Sweet boy," hissed the male above, in the smooth, soft voice of the lovely holstaur. "Oh, sweet, sweet boy, why have you turned away?"
The boy's eyelids fluttered, confusion marking his angelic features. But in his horny, sleepy state, he was no match for the undead deception. He slowly rolled over, whimpering as he continued to stroke himself. "Mommy," he mumbled. "Please, Mommy."
As he moved, Ive crawled gracefully around to his new position, giggling a little. They now had the boy facing away from his mistress and straight towards Red. His cock pointed straight towards Ive's head.
He was theirs to enjoy.
Ive licked her lips, eyes gleaming with hungry delight. Leaning in, she gave his cock a little lick—to her delight, it jumped.
She licked it again. It twitched, and he moaned.
With a tiny giggle of glee, she took the lovely cock into her mouth—just the tip—and began to gently suckle.
The effect was immediate, as her lips and saliva worked their magic on his mortal body. He started to writhe, and moan, but Sieve was there to coo comforting words in his ear, petting his hair, confusing him with praise as pleasure poured and poured and surged into him from Ive's gentle drinking.
"Oh—" The boy was writhing, but Ive held his hips steady, giggling around his shaft, "—oh, I—I c-c-can't—"
His eyes finally fluttered open.
And they widened as they were instantly captivated within two gleaming red fires.
Red grinned.
He opened his mouth to scream, but she struck, wrapping her hands around his head and seizing him in a mind-numbing kiss. He screamed into the kiss, thrashing, but she wrapped her legs around his arms to pin them to his sides. Sieve continued to pet him, cooing nonsense, mewling little pleading sounds into his ears.
The milk kittens held him tightly as he struggled, pouring mind-melting whispers and whimpers into his ears. He couldn't escape. Couldn't tune them out. And all the while, Ive's sucking continued, building him higher and higher and higher.
But even they were amazed at how quickly the boy's struggles began to ebb. Before long, he was barely moving at all. His eyelids fluttered, then half-closed, as his next scream sounded suspiciously like a moan. Gradually, the moans dissolved into desperate whines for more. And Ive was happy to oblige him.
They kept him quiet with kisses as the whining got louder and louder. Red held him tightly, giggling as he started to gasp, as the whispers and mewls began to take their toll and guide him back towards a state of half-slumber.
"Pleeeease let us milk you," she cooed, kissing him on the lips. He babbled and leaned into the kiss, eyes half-shut and more glazed-over than ever. "Ooh, please, Mommy would be so happy. Please, you must be a good, good milkslave for us!"
He let out a tiny whine as, down below, Ive let out an agreeing sound. Her sucking was almost as loud as the whispers, and joined the endless waves of enticing sounds designed to render him helpless, confused and horny. The sweet, dreamy boy was already sinking back down, deep into a nice, pliant trance.
And once he was in that state, it was easy to keep him nice and quiet. One time, Ive's tongue lapped sloppily over the head of his cock, eliciting a high-pitched squeal from the boy. Red quickly kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and drinking up his mewls. Sieve continued to coo into his ears, and gradually, his squeals subsided back into soft whimpers.
And then, with one last little smacking sound, Ive began to drink.
Red's lips smacked against his as she watched the light in the boy's eyes sparkle and brighten for a moment, then dim, dull, and fade into a look that went beyond glassy. Staring into his eyes was like staring into a mirror. The boy was cumming—cumming in an orgasm not even a succubus could provide, a steady flow of purest pleasure.
Red pulled back with a giggle. His mouth hung half-open, and his tongue lolled out as he let out a long, tormented moan.
He was still cumming. Down below, Ive's cheeks and tongue were working hard to suck, slurp and lick up every drop. He was not bucking, and her mouth was not moving save to suck. It was like she had turned on the tap.
Inside, they knew, pleasure indescribable was sinking through his body, dragging his entire mind right between the fulsome lips of his new goddess.
And that pleasure would continue through the entire night, as in glee, the milk kittens watched their plaything twitch and tremble... and Red and Sieve waited for their own turns to drink the mortal into this same senseless stupor of bliss.
In future nights, they knew, all three of them would not be needed to drink him. He would be as easy as eager as the catgirl, helpless to even make a sound as they called him to their embrace.
But for now, they gently suckled him, one-by-one, and whispered programming little mewls into his ears all the while.
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Laca awoke to fervent suckling and moaning—well, more than usual. Her eyes opened, and she looked down with delight as Senya clutched her teat, whimpering loudly. He drank like a man dying of thirst, milk dribbling down his chin, his face a bright, flustered red.
"Well, aren't you a thirsty little thing!" she cooed with delight.
She glanced over at Kitten, who continued to suckle her as down below, Bobbi audibly licked her out. Such good girls.
"Mmmm!" Senya managed. Laca reached down to caress his surprisingly cold cheek. His eyes closed in sheer pleasure at her touch.
"Such a good boy." She smirked. "Drink Mommy down, baby. Be a good baby boy."
The relief in his eyes was almost palpable. Laca giggled. She'd never noticed how vacant her boy's eyes were these days.
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It was strange. Laca didn't go for walks often, but... she almost felt heavier than usual. Her breasts felt more full. She giggled, bouncing them together playfully. "You must stop this, darlings," she cooed. "We wouldn't want to smother silly little Senya, would we?"
These last few mornings since that awakening had been a wave of delights for Laca. Senya was thirstier and needier than ever, and she always awoke to him filling himself with her milk. He was even a little rowdy at times, pushing Kitten or Bobbi out of the way to get to a teat, but he still behaved whenever Laca scolded him to wait his turn. When doing so, he would often suckle Kitten or Bobbi instead, and they clearly enjoyed the stimulation.
Kitten had been especially submissive lately, and that was saying a lot. She seemed to react pathetically to even the slightest touch, and barely spoke anymore, save for brief whimpers like, "Please, Mommy," or "Yes, Mommy." Whereas once she'd often teased Senya a little bit, now she mostly just clutched him and mewled soft nothings in his ear, licking the top of his head all the while while he suckled her.
Mommy rather enjoyed her Kitten being almost wordless. Her playthings were better seen than heard, anyway—and of course, the sounds they did make were vastly preferable to words.
Yes, the last few days had been wonderful, and it was tempting to spend every single moment, waking and dreaming, in her bed, brainwashing her lovers. Holstaurs were a single-minded species, being sprite fey. All they wanted was suckling, was release. But Laca was, in fact, quite active by holstaur standards. After all, somebody had to make sure the servants were behaving. The servants were supposed to drug anyone who came by and send them up to Laca for play and 'adoption', but Laca had no interest in being caught in another gilded cage like the Ambrosia Ranch.
She went for a walk or two every week, in part just to emphasize to herself that she could if she wanted to. She was in control, now, and with the Ambrosia Ranch under Thriae domination and its two would-be owners—Bobbin and Senya—under her domination, she knew she always would be.
This evening, Laca had left her playthings to take care of each other—with bottles, of course—and gone for a short little walk around the house. As she walked, she teased her nipples idly. Milk dribbled out, and she bit her lip. Ffffuck, she needed some mouths at her tits.
No. She shook her head. Not yet. She wanted some fresh air, at least.
She stopped at the living room window, gazing out into the dark forest. The sun was just starting to settle beneath the horizon. The window was partway open, and a cool breeze laden with leaves and flower petals rustled her hair slightly. She took in a deep breath and let out a happy sigh.
Well, this was a fun little stroll! she thought, turning back towards the stairs. But how long has it been? One minute? Two minutes? My little darlings must be...
She heard a rustling from outside.
Laca froze like a frog in lamplight.
Laca had not been... startled in a long, long time. Not since... well, not since she'd escaped the Ranch. Not since she'd claimed this domain. Not since she'd retired into her bedroom to enjoy a well-earned 'retirement'.
And so it was not until now, as her heart gave a jolt, that she realized how very, very out of it she was. Her head and heart were thick with her constant arousal and pleasure. She had gotten placid. Docile like a happy young milk cow, fat from grass and oblivious to the world beyond her window.
I've been spoiling my dears, she thought, giving a little giggle as she peered out the window with narrowed eyes. What she knew, but refused to admit, was that she had been spoiling herself. She was slow. Half-awake. And that little rustle... well, it had clocked her right back into the waking world, alright.
Her eyes narrowed further to slits as she scanned the bushes nearby the window. Had it just been an animal? She was being more than a little paranoid, in fairness. Probably giving it more weight than it deserved because she was so very unused to surprises nowadays.
All the same... she'd never really stopped to wonder what had become of the Ranch after the Thriae had arrived.
Could it be Thriae scouts? Or the Crows, still hunting for their escaped prisoners? Or—
"Mommy?"
The tiny voice made Laca dribble a little more as she turned to see Kitten in the staircase doorway. The catgirl was sucking her thumb, naked save for her panties—her lingerie top had been a day or two ago abandoned, as her breasts were now almost the size of large cantaloupes. With her free hand, she played with those breasts, and in sympathetic need, Laca mirrored her movements.
"In a moment, dearest," Laca said, flashing the catgirl an easy smile. She turned back to the window, though her heart wasn't quite in it anymore. Her lust was returning, along with a growing skepticism. It's a forest. Of course it was some animal. Silly to get so worked up over it. But she frowned, considering the grass. Were those tracks she saw? Were they the servants', or...
"Please, Mommy?" came Bobbi's plaintive voice, followed by wet sounds. Laca turned around again, seeing that Bobbi had come up behind Kitten and was kissing her neck. Her similarly large breasts pressed up against Kitten's back, who whimpered, her back arching, but did not move. "Mm... Mommy, Kitten needs you so bad."
Her eyes glimmered. Laca smirked, seeing that familiar little sparkle in Bobbin's eyes. Bobbi had never fully lost her rebelliousness, though now it was more like bratty teasing than anything truly problematic. Laca almost missed Bobbi's little tantrums sometimes, but a Bobbi who was single-mindedly dedicated to Laca's pleasure... ooh, that was well worth the cost.
"In a moment, darlings," the holstaur said, sparing one last casual glance towards the window. A smile played across her lips—she was really just toying with them now.
"Mommy, Senya needs you. Mm." Bobbi's lips smacked on Kitten's shoulder, much to Kitten's clear delight and discomfort. "You must—mm—come upstairs and see to him."
At last, Laca lamented, and strolled up to pull the two fey beauties to her. They cooed and mewled up at her, batting their eyelashes. They started to lick at her dripping breasts, then latched their lips on to begin nursing.
Laca's knees weakened. She would have to hurry up the stairs if they were going to be this greedy. It would not do to leave poor Senya unatttended, even it was very, very tempting to just lie there and let her little kittens drink her deep, as she so deserved.
She blinked. A strange thought.
Bobbi and Kitten let out twin cries, clutching Laca so tightly she lost her grip on the rails and could only clutch them tightly. She cast the odd thought aside as she slowly sank to the floor, whimpering. Her mind went blank as they burbled their delight, and Laca allowed herself to be...
... devoured.
~ ~ ~ ~
Laca's dreams were drowning in coos and mewls and whispers and endless, flowing pleasure, as they so often were. She knew that she was only half-asleep—she could physically feel Bobbi's and Kitten's bodies pressed against her, their incredibly plush, slick lips suckling and slurping at her tits with mastery unspeakable. But she couldn't quite awaken.
In her state of half-sleep, Laca wondered why the bed felt so very uncomfortable. Usually, the servants took care to keep it in a constant state of clean softness (though it was admittedly hard to get certain scents out of the blankets), but tonight, it felt like she was sleeping on the edge of the bed or something. Corners dug into her back, slightly impeding the endless, unspeakable pleasure.
The dreams struggled to explain this. She was back in the Ranch, up on the barn roof. Bobbi had taken her up here once, the naughty thing, and had forced Laca to squeal and beg for the attentions of passing fairies. Later, Laca had borne her Bobbi up to the same location, and forced her to beg passing fairies to deliver Laca's milk to her in little bottles—she'd been unworthy of suckling directly. At least, not until she was nice and milk-stupid.
But not even the barn roof had been this uncomfortable. Laca's eyes shot open in irritation, her moan interrupted by the brief disorientation of wakefulness.
She stared down in numb confusion.
The two soft, plump, wet lips at her nipples were perfect in their expertise, in their simultaneous delicacy and mercilessness. Tongues lapped eagerly over her aerolae, and the loud smacking and sucking sounds only heightened her arousal.
But these two young women were not Kitten and Bobbi.
No, Kitten and Bobbi were at the foot of the stairs, whimpering, still clearly half-asleep as they awkwardly tried to suckle one another. Milk dripped all over their bodies—their own milk, Laca realized numbly.
And the two cooing, mewling forms before her...
"Ooh!" Laca trembled, her back arching as their lips worked their magic on her. It had to be magic. Nothing had ever felt so good, so... so... "N-no! S-stop!" She fumbled to push them away, but only found herself pulling them closer, her heart pounding. More. More. More. She had never felt so helpless, so compliant, so utterly weak-willed. More. More. More.
They moaned, simpering up at her with looks of glee in their gleaming red eyes. The redhead rose off her nipple, plush lips dripping with Laca's milk. And yet despite the power in Laca's udders, the crimson-eyed creature seemed far more lucid than Laca—who found she was having trouble keeping her eyes open as the other continued to eagerly suck. "Sleep," the redhead cooed, licking Laca's nipple softly and sweetly until Laca was trembling. "Sleep, little cow. Sleeeeep."
The creature's words seeped into Laca's mind like molten butter, and Laca found her head spinning as if from thirst. Gods, she felt so wonderfully stupid right now. Laca moaned, her eyelids fluttering. "N-No, I..."
"Mommy is—mm—sleepy," said the other in a tiny, kittenish voice, as the redhead returned to drinking. "Mommy... needs her rest. She feels so—mm—so warm and weak and wet. Let us love you, Mommy."
These words were like candy to Laca's broken mind. She found herself drifting despite her efforts, sinking deeper and deeper into a strangely familiar state, and for the first time she wondered what had caused her breasts to grow larger over the last few days. And why she hadn't wondered about it sooner.
"Wonderful, beautiful mindless Mommy," whispered the redhead between slurps. "So sweet and strong, holding us here. So milky and sweet. So sleepy and sweet. So heavy and sweet."
"Soooo heavy," echoed the other, planting several wet kisses on Laca's tingling breast. On the last, a thin trail of saliva connected her lips to Laca's nipple, and Laca had the chance to recognize, mushily, that the saliva itself carried some sort of power to it. Some sort of magic that was making her... leak...
But she was already sinking, lulled by the creatures' sweet words and flattery. She could barely remember what was going on, and it felt so, so perfect, so good, so... right.
Laca's eyes closed. She hugged the milk kittens to her, lost in their moans of triumph, and submitted to her devouring.
And then she heard Senya give a distant squeak of pleasure.
Her eyes snapped open. A single thought passed through her mind then.
Mine.
This was, of course, a dangerous thought with two little ones already suckling her, and an ordinary holstaur might easily have been lulled back into slumber with such a carelessly-worded desire. But Laca was not an ordinary holstaur.
With a whimpering groan, she shoved the two creatures away. They were already in a precarious position on the stairs, and they went tumbling, squealing in surprise.
The holstaur turned and rushed up the stairs, cradling her massive, dripping breasts. Mine, was the only thought passing through her, as Senya gave another, quieter cry. Mine. All mine!
In the bedroom, Senya lay alone on the massive bed, his head nestled in the pillows, as down below a pale, dark-haired man tenderly suckled his cock. Senya was whimpering as the man—the creature—hummed and cooed wordlessly up at him, and Laca distinctly saw the creature swallowing, heard the loud sucking and licking sounds...
Laca advanced on the strange boy. He was slender and slight, on his hands and knees as he slowly drank. His own cock was fully erect.
As she started at the cock, a sly smile spread across Laca's lips. So these things—some sort of vampire, she guessed—had needs. Perfect. She slowly reached forward, curling and uncurling her fingers in preparation—
But the creature must have heard her, or sensed her, or something. Without even turning, he pulled off abruptly, leaving Senya to spurt out one last crying orgasm as the creature sprang for the open window. He cast one look back, giggling as his ember eyes met Laca's, and licked his plump lips. Then he sprang through the frame and out into the darkness of the early dawn.
Laca stared after him for a moment. She had barely had time to think before the creature was out. These things moved fast.
She looked down at Senya, whose state truly was pitiable, and reached down to cradle him in her arms—
"Ooh! Aah! Nn!" These high-pitched cries came from down below. Laca snapped to attention, springing back down for the stairs, with superhuman grace.
Down below, the fallen redhead and dark-haired girl had pulled Kitten and Bobbi apart and were tenderly suckling their breasts and stroking their pussies, gleefully playing with them while Laca was gone. But as Laca stared, spellbound by the sight, they looked up, saw her, and sprinted on all fours away.
And they, too, were laughing.
Bobbi and Kitten lay there on the landing, moaning, lactating, helpless. Laca stared at them, then looked back at Senya, who was whimpering, his arms pathetically outstretched for his Mommy. The poor thing looked positively parched.
"One moment, baby," she cooed tenderly, stepping over to pet his hair. He grasped her hand, and she let him suckle her finger for a moment, then smiled, pulled away and stepped back to the stairs. First, I have to get all my darlings together for the night. Make them suckle my brains out. Then... then I think I'll get an answer or two.
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"Tell me all you know about these things." Laca hugged the whimpering Senya to one nipple, as Kitten slurped at the other, and smiled across the bed at the brainwashed hob. "Go on, then, baby."
Senya had barely given gave Laca any sleep for the whole rest of the night. He'd been utterly ravenous. Laca wouldn't have been able to sleep anyways, of course.
Bobbi blinked. The hob was in a remarkable state, now that Laca really thought about it. Her breasts were massive—almost as large as Laca had been before... well, before all of this had started. Easily Thriae-sized. Her eyes, once a fiery orange, had gone vacant and dull, almost brown. Some of that was from constantly drinking holstaur milk and learning to be a good toy, but some of it, Laca knew, was new. She squeezed her nipples idly as she thought. "Um... yeah. Okay."
Bobbi licked her lips, and Laca smiled, despite the circumstances. "Soon, Bobbi." She patted Kitten's head. "Be a good girl, and you can drink all you like! You can just drink and drink and drink without thinking at all. Doesn't that sound nice, baby?"
"Mm." Bobbi nodded absently. "Um. Okay. I... I th-think they're... milk kittens."
Laca blinked. This meant nothing to her.
"Milk kittens are... they're a kind of vampire." The hob was clearly struggling, and Laca almost felt guilty, realizing how dumbed down the once-clever house fey had become after these months in Laca's care. But mostly, she felt turned on. She couldn't wait to bring Bobbi back into her arms just as soon as Bobbi was finished waking up, to dumb her back down again. "Like... vampires are undead who died in some kind of denial. Milk kittens are parasites. They drink from living hosts to relive what they wanted but never had in life."
"Aw, the poor things." Laca tutted, in spite of her concern. "They never had a nice Mommy like you did, did they?"
Bobbi squirmed, running her fingers over her slick pussy. "Um... so they... they usually pick a bunch of hosts, and visit them every night or so. Usually girls. People they can suckle from. They turn th-them into... into hucows. Big-breasted brainless needy slutty bimbo slaves." She started to stroke her clit, biting her lip. "U-Usually, a milk kitten—or a b-bunch of them—will just haunt one town or village, alternating their victims. They can only leave the house at night, so they usually play it pretty safe. But some are... selective."
"Only the finest milk." Laca smirked, enjoying Bobbin's increasingly obvious need.
"Y-yeah," Bobbi squeaked, stroking faster. "They need... they need a nice, perfect Mommy like you, Mommy. Wonderful and beautiful. And... and we're just a bonus."
Laca giggled, and was about to call Bobbi back and push Kitten away (she could hardly make Senya move when he was clearly so very thirsty) when something occurred to him, and she frowned. "But... they aren't suckling little Senya, are they?"
"N-no." Bobbi stared at Senya's pathetic form, and Laca knew this was only making it worse on her. She was rocking on her fingers, now, as milk dribbled down her breasts. "They... they can't suckle people who don't have n-natural tits. I d-dunno what they're doing with him. Maybe just playing? Keeping him n-nice and... docile?" She almost squeaked the word as her stroking hit a new tempo. "Like with the servants?"
"Maybe." Laca frowned. "So... how do I stop them?"
"N-Nutmeg," Bobbin managed. "Sprinkled over the door ways, usually. If y-you have it, and... and we probably don't. They..." She took a deep breath. "They aren't i-immune to hypnosis... v-very weak-willed, in fact..." She was gasping, now, practically crying. "But... they... make... you... w-weaker!"
Laca looked down at the mindlessly drinking Senya, whose whimpers were growing in frequency as both he and Kitten built towards climax. Then she smiled up at Bobbi. "Well, then, Bobbi... I'd say you earned it."
Bobbi practically keened with need as she neared her own orgasm.
"But I think I like watching you." Laca giggled. "No cumming, Bobbi. Keep on stroking like a good girl."
Bobbi's mouth hung open. She was drooling, now, and openly so. She continued to rock on her fingers, eyes wide with horror. "M-Mommy—"
Laca beamed, and slid a finger over her own clit to help herself along as she watched Bobbi slowly melt down completely. "Aw, baby..." she cooed. "Such a good girl."
She had to find some way to pass the time until nightfall, after all.
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As the sun set, the milk kittens gathered at the gates of the old house beneath an old maple. They exchanged excited looks.
"Four nights," Ive said, licking her lips. "The catgirl is lost. The milk kittens' little kitten."
They giggled.
"Seven nights," sang Sieve softly, grinning up at the distant window—lamplight shown from it now, a mark of the holstaur's fear. "The hob will be lost tonight. She has melted well."
"Two nights." Red's voice was soft and musical like little windchimes, as she ran one finger over her pussy. "The boy is ours."
"He was already ours." Ive's eyes glittered. "Such a tasty little thing she has made him. A nice little present for us!"
"The holstaur will be ours."
"Yes."
"Sweet, silly Mommy."
The sun's rays vanished beneath the horizon. The milk kittens' hearts swelled with excitement.
It was time to claim their feast. There was nothing the fey seductress could do to stop them now.
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Laca lay in her bed, her heart beating rapidly. Senya and Bobbi hungrily suckled her as Kitten, down below, noisily sucked Senya's cock. She hugged Senya tightly, unable to withhold a whimper. Sleepiness warred with fear; lust warred with determination.
She needed to stay awake. Even as the lamplight dimmed, even as the shadows grew deeper and darker around them, she needed to stay awake.
Although, in hindsight, Laca supposed that this goal ran somewhat counter to her other decision tonight, because... oh, gods, letting them suckle her made her so sleepy. She longed to slip into the liminal space between waking ecstasy and dreaming bliss, as she did every night. And she was so, so tired.
She stared at Senya, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. Gods, she adored her darling boy. She cooed praise down at him, stroking his hair gently, and was rewarded with a moan and even hungrier sucking. Such a good boy. Such a good boy. These vampires couldn't have him. She wouldn't let them take even one of her darlings away from her.
Her eyelids drooped. She wouldn't let them hold him down.
She wouldn't let them drink him dry, deny him the sweet milk he deserved...
... wouldn't let them take his place, cooing and squealing as they started to suckle her with those wonderful, wonderful lips...
The world around Laca seemed to ooze into murky mush as she stroked Senya's hair and listened to him suckling, listened to Bobbi's fervent moans, to Kitten's smacking and slurping on Senya's cock.
She wouldn't let them take her darlings from her. Wouldn't let them take her power. These three were hers. She wouldn't let them gather around her, dozens of them, endless tongues and lips as they sucked and kissed over her skin, as Senya squealed, was pulled from her reach, as those lips slipped over her nipples and all her cares melted away forever, lost within the music of their whispers as the world grew darker and darker around her...
Bobbin gave an especially loud moan, and Laca's eyes snapped open. Her heart gave a jolt.
She had slipped under.
For a moment, the holstaur was panicked, wondering how much time she'd lost. For the first time, she found herself regretting not having a clock in this room. She'd never liked clocks—being able to tell time always seemed so silly and useless when you just wanted to melt away into pleasure—but now, she sort of understood why Bobbin had been so keen on them. It was so easy to lose track of time when everything was so... comfortable.
At least nothing seemed to have happened. Her eyelids fluttered, and she desperately tried to keep them open, biting her lip hard enough to hurt. Senya and Bobbi were still happily nursing, and—
Wait.
Down below, the sounds of Kitten's cock worshiping had stopped.
Laca blinked. In the dim light, she could just barely see the forms of her two darlings at her chest. But little Kitten...
She heard a mew from behind the foot of the bed. Her heart sank as she noticed some tiny little suckling sounds, almost too quiet to hear.
"Lost." The voice came from the infinite darkness. Laca's breath caught in her throat as she looked around frantically. They had taken Kitten, had dragged her off the bed. Or had led her off the bed. And somehow, Laca hadn't noticed.
Not even Senya had. Laca stared at him, biting her lip. His eyes remained closed in oblivious bliss. Laca turned and looked at Bobbi, hugging her even tighter. She would not lose these two. Bobbi was hers.
She had to remain alert. Vigilant. If she fell under their spell again, she would be helpless, and her mind would melt away into submissive ecstasy forever. Those soft little whispers and mewls from up above her, the sweet voice that told her to be a good Mommy, to sink into the pleasure, to drift back off into sleep... she had to ignore them, ignore the speaker, and concentrate on trying to work out where the other milk kittens were!
She had to ignore the whispers telling her how silly she was, how sleepy she was. Had to ignore the longing to just... fade... had to ignore the voice, let it slip into her subconscious as she slipped into the pleasure, lost herself in the sweet coos of Kitten's captor, the delights of Senya and Bobbin at her needy, aching, milky tits...
Laca's heart skipped a beat, and she widened her eyes, realizing she'd been about to drift off again. Again, panic struck her, and she tightened her grip around Bobbi and Senya.
They were still with her. The kittens hadn't gotten to them.
Yet.
Although... why was Bobbi suckling on her back, now?
It was too dark. The lamp had died—or been turned off—and Laca hadn't even noticed. But... Bobbi definitely felt heavier in her lap than before.
Ignoring the voice that told her to ignore it, Laca squinted. She could just make out a form clinging to Bobbi, just make out those little whimpers and coos, those little smacking sounds.
Bobbi was being suckled by the dark-haired boy, even in Laca's arms. Laca's heart raced. She clutched Senya all the tighter.
"Such a good Mommy. So happy. So sleepy. Such a nice, glassy Mommy, our happy and malleable Mommy..."
"Stop it!" Laca cried, shaking herself in a panic. Her hand on Bobbi's shoulder flew to her head, as if by smacking herself she could rid herself of the compulsions. "Just... stop it! They're mine!"
She felt Bobbi's mouth slip from her nipple, and was dimly conscious of the hob being dragged from her. Horror sank into her as she simultaneously recognized this and one other pertinent fact.
As she brought her hand up, it brushed through crimson hair.
There was a milk kitten right above her head.
Laca found herself staring up into fiery red eyes—the same eyes she had been staring up into all night without knowing it.
Acting on pure instinct, Laca wrapped her legs around Senya, sliding his cock between her legs—but not quite into her pussy. Not yet. She just needed to keep anyone from sucking him. The holstaur stared up into the red eyes, her own going wide and glassy.
"So nice," said the milk kitten sweetly, smiling down at her. "So soft and silly."
Agreeing mewls and whimpers—sounds from the kittens, sounds from Laca's own fey slaves—surrounded them, immersed Laca. Laca trembled. She had never known how powerful a single whimper could be. But she loved to hear them so.
"So soft," she whispered, her eyes shining. "So... soft."
The milk kitten giggled. "Soft and silly. Soft, silly Mommy."
With her free hand, Laca ran her hand over her free breast, biting her lip at the intense pleasure and need coursing through her as the nipple practically squirted milk. "Soft," she repeated, smiling up at the milk kitten. "Soft and milky!"
The milk kitten beamed, kissing Laca on the cheek. Laca trembled from the kiss—those lips were like heavenly pillows, glossy, wet. If they touched her nipple, Laca knew she would melt completely.
She spiraled a finger around her nipple, head buzzing with the whispers and moans around her. "So soft and smooth," she managed. "So... soft... and sweeeeet." She practically moaned the word. She was on the verge of orgasm with Senya's suckling. Just the thought of a second pair of lips on her was... excruciating.
"Sweet," echoed the milk kitten, planting unbearable kisses down Laca's cheek, down her chin, over her neck, and towards the lone, needy breast. "Sweet and milky."
Laca continued to spiral the finger until her nipple was steadily dripping. "So much milk," she burbled. "So much life in me. I wanna give it... wanna give it all to you."
"Good Mommy," the milk kitten hissed, grinning. She watched Laca's finger, clearly delighting in Laca's degradation—here was this proud, powerful fey, so brainwashed she was trying to seduce her own temptress simply into devouring her!
For her part, Laca's mind was turning so foggy, so mushy and needy, it was all she could do to keep spiraling. "Gooood Mommy," she repeated, her voice almost breaking. "Such a good Mommy. Baby never had a nice Mommy like me, did she?"
"Mm." The milk kitten licked her lips, breathing in. Her eyelids visibly fluttered. "Milky..."
"That's right," Laca said, her voice dripping with the sweetness welling inside her. She clutched Senya even tighter, thighs rubbing around his cock, savoring his little sighs of pleasure. "Milky. Nice and milky for Mommy's baby vampire. Never had so much nice, warm, sweet milk, not ever."
"Nnn..." The milk kitten's eyelids were drooping. She licked her lips again, shuddering. "Never... never enough..."
"Poor dear." Laca's finger spiraled, and she licked her own lips, noting how the milk kitten's eyes were following the finger now. "She just needs to be taken care of, doesn't she?"
"Um..."
"Needs all this milk," Laca whispered, extending her pinkie finger and gently stroking the milk kitten's chin. "It'll feel so, so good, and really, isn't that all that matters?"
The milk kitten whimpered. She nodded slightly, as if in a trance. "Mm-hm."
"What was that?" Laca asked, tickling her nipple until her finger was dripping with milk.
"Yes!" The milk kitten's eyes were wide. "I... n-need..." She stared at the finger, licking her lips. "Need... to suckle..."
She slowly sank downward, lips parting.
And Laca popped her finger into the milk kitten's open mouth. "Good girl!"
The milk kitten blinked, and seemed to struggle—but only briefly, as the nutmeg-infused milk filled her mouth and dulled her will. It was no contest, really.
Gradually, almost as though confused, she started to suck on Laca's finger.
Meekly, at first.
And soon, she was whimpering.
"There's my good girl," Laca whispered. "There's my little doll." She leaned down and kissed the milk kitten on the forehead, eliciting a disoriented whine. "Shh, shh. It will all make sense in time. Mommy will make it all make sense for her darling little dolls."
Down below, she heard the other two milk kittens also starting to sound uneasy in their moans, and giggled. All three of her pets had been filled with nutmeg over the course of the day, and just as she and Bobbin had guessed, the vampires were not handling it well. And come the morning, with her own mind still intact, their Mommy would be able to take good, good care of her now-powerless little hypnotized slaves.
By the time the nutmeg left their heads and they were clear again... ooh, by then, they would be hers. And they had come so close to having it all.
She smiled down at the redhead, then at little Senya. Through it all, her sweet, docile boy had remained totally, mindlessly obsessed with one solitary task. "Good boy," she whispered, nuzzling him, pulling him close to her. Her thighs stroked along his cock, and she savored his little mewls. "Oh, such a good boy you are."
"Mmmy," he managed, eyes squeezed tightly shut as he filled himself with her, his lips suckling at her like a man dying of thirst.
Laca giggled. "You know, I think I like you like this, baby. Maybe I'll have them suck you every now and again, to keep you nice and thirsty." She leaned in close, her pleasure rising as she felt him trembling. Her voice was husky. "Would you like that, baby?"
His eyes opened wide, and he stared up at him and nodded meekly. "Yes, Mommy," he whimpered, slurring his words around her nipple as he licked her milk up.
His eyes were glowing like burning embers.
Laca's heart stopped.
"Wh..." She could barely speak. He continued to suckle her, but his eyes held her, wide, needy, submissive... mesmerizing... "What... you..."
He pulled off slightly, beaming up at her as he kissed around her breast. Laca trembled from those soft, wonderful lips. "Wanna be a good boy for Mommy!" he mewled, licking her nipple. "Such a good Mommy. So silly and... milky..."
He sank back into her soft tit with a moan and resumed drinking.
Laca trembled. "Nn." Pleasure rose in her. "No. Nn. P-please..."
She heard giggling, and looked deep into the glowing eyes of the red-haired milk kitten. The redhead looked at her, then back at Senya—or what used to be Senya—and visibly smirked.
Laca bit her lip, panting. She needed... she needed to push him off. He was drugged, just like Red. She could... she could still...
He blinked up at her, and batted his eyelashes. A little whimper escaped him.
And her heart and mind melted as one.
"Oh, darling boy," she heard herself cooing, her brain bubbling into foamy lust and adoration as she clutched at him. She hugged Senya tightly within her arms, her left hand slipping away from the redhead.
The next thing she knew, both the redhead and Senya were suckling at her tits. Drinking her. Emptying her. And yet she had never, ever felt so fulfilled.
"Darling, darling boy!" she babbled, as an orgasm unlike any she'd ever felt before began to well within her helpless body. "Your—aah—M-Mommy has you!"
And, the milk kittens knew, they would always have her.
~ ~ ~ ~
One week later...
Laca lay back in her bed, quivering, as Kitten and Bobbi suckled noisily at her breasts—occasionally rising off her only to suckle at each others' instead, as all three of them had tits too large for them to move easily at this point, and all three of them felt the agonizing need to be used, to be emptied. They scarcely stirred nowadays, save to suckle and masturbate. Good hucows needed nothing more.
Laca clutched her girls to her bosom with a whimper, watching the sun set. Pleasure trickled through her like an endless stream, tortuously slow, like endless edging.
But soon, she knew, the three of them would have relief once again.
Soon, their four keepers would arrive to see to their needs for the night.
And then her darling boy would get to suckle her once more.
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This story was one of my "Bonus Pairings"! If you have your own request for a future pairing—non-canon or otherwise—feel free to leave a comment below!
Also, sorry about the scant updates lately. I'm taking a break in the summer, so there'll only be one or two chapters per month until September. Thanks so much for reading, and don't forget to leave feedback and ratings if you enjoyed what you read! I know this story was more than a little indulgent, but, well, that's kinda Mommy's whole shebang. ;)
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Kitten wasn't sure what had distracted her. But she knew, in definite certainty, that she was being a bad girl right now.
Kitten knew she was supposed to be at Mommy's breast, eagerly suckling and filling herself with nice, addictive, mind-numbing, will-melting milk as the holstaur slept. Instead, the catgirl padded down the stairs, her mind in a strange daze.
Kitten was quite a state right now, and if the Valina from a few years ago could have seen her now, she would have been shocked. Her eyes were glassy, milky-green from hours upon hours satisfying her mistress and filling herself with the drugged milk. Her lips were plump and pouty from constant drinking, and her whole form had filled out—just slightly—making her nice and soft and just a little bit plump. Just like Mommy liked her little Kitten to be.
Her dark hair was long and unbraided, hanging in dark curtains around her face. Her lacy silk pajamas were messy with milk and juices, and one of her breasts was half-exposed, spilling out of its scanty coverings like thoughts spilling from her silly head. Her once-perky dark catlike ears drooped, her magic all-but-forgotten as the milk melted away all semblance of independence. Her tail flicked about, excited to take its owner back to her owner.
Her old self, silly Valina, was gone. Now, only Kitten remained. And Kitten was supposed to obey her Mommy.
But Mommy was sleeping right now, lost in lust as her playthings endlessly delighted her. Someone—probably her dear boy Senya—had crawled in to immediately take Kitten's place.
And Kitten couldn't get the voices out of her head.
"Kitten," sang the melodic voices, almost ghostly in the late hours. "Sweet little Kitten..."
Kitten blinked blearily as she reached the bottom of the stairs and reached, hesitantly, for the door. Her lips quivered, and she licked them, already missing her Mommy's milk.
"Here, kitty-kitty-kitty," cooed the voices, and Kitten's mind echoed with longing as she reached for the door. Her free hand was already gently stroking beneath her panties. "Heeeere, kitty-kitty-kitty."
The doorknob turned, and the door swung open.
She was greeted by a wave of delighted coos, and nearly fainted on the spot. Luckily, soft, slender hands were there to catch her, there to guide her where she belonged.
She fell onto the couch with barely a mew, staring up dreamily at her assailants.
Gleaming red eyes stared down at her.
Kitten stared up into those eyes. Her heart had stopped. The red seemed to go on forever, endless, burning fires of nothingness. Dying stars. Kitten felt her mind sinking, and she suddenly felt more pliant, more obediently entranced, than she had in weeks.
Or hours.
"Kitty needs to be milked," came the familiar coo, and Kitten mewled happily, already pulling down her lacy lingerie with trembling fingers to bare her breasts. They giggled, delighted at her eagerness. "So generous. Sweet, whimpering slut."
Kitten licked her lips, and she tried to speak, tried to agree. But a kittenish mew was all that escaped her. Those eyes held her firmly, gently, soft as cotton, like spider webbing at her throat. She could barely whimper.
And as the owner of those eyes descended upon her breasts, and started to suckle, and Kitten's nipples began to tingle with a strangely familiar delight, she began to whimper quite a lot.
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"Oh, Senya, you naughty boy."
Senya's eyes did not open, but he did wince. Lying half-under the covers, he clutched at Mommy and suckled all the harder, letting her sweet—but strangely less sweet than usual—milk course down his throat. He whimpered an apology. Clearly, Mommy wanted him to suckle harder.
He felt the warm body he clutched trembling, and tiny little whimpers were coming from it—as they had for the last hour or so of suckling. He held it tighter, lapping and sucking at the nipple with a singular hunger. Had to be a good boy. A very, very good boy.
If the Senya from a year ago could have seen him now, he would no doubt have been shocked. But Senya knew this was what he'd always wanted. Senya's brown hair was messy with milk and saliva (Kitten liked to lick him a lot, and Bobbi had become a little prone to drooling when Mommy 'played' with her). His form was slight, and he had grown even weaker and softer from days spent in Mommy's tender embrace—just the way she liked him. Unlike Kitten, Mommy had kept Senya fairly slim, but that was just because she liked to keep him tender and ticklish—and liked him to feel little. Vulnerable.
He didn't mind feeling little, though, as long as Mommy was there to keep him safe.
"Senya."
His hazel eyes finally fluttered open, milky and dreamy, heavy-lidded. His lips continued to suckle as he slowly looked up.
Senya and his curvaceous lover lay on the impossibly soft king-sized bed, immersed in layer after layer of soft feather comforters. Dazedly, he gazed up into the equally glazed, equally vulnerable eyes of Kitten. She bit her lip to hold in another whimper as his lips sucked at her nipple.
She knew as well as he did that he wasn't supposed to suckle him, but for some reason, instead of teasing and tormenting him as she usually would—for while they were both Mommy's slaves, Senya was very much the weakest of the three—she appeared incapable of interrupting him. In fact, judging from the wetness he felt beneath him, she had cum multiple times from it.
His eyes widened, and he pulled off, licking his lips as he looked over her shoulder at the gorgeous creature who held them both in her arms.
Mommy tutted, stroking his hair as he keened. "Naughty boy," the holstaur cooed, guiding him gently back towards her breast. "Silly, naughty boy."
And in the brief moment before Senya's mind melted back into easy bliss at his mistress's teat, he had one small spark of curiosity.
Why was Kitten lactating?
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Laca gave a long, low sigh of pleasure as Senya returned to nursing her. That was better. When she'd awoken and found Bobbi suckling her alone, she'd had a moment of something close to panic. And then to see him having switched to drinking from the catgirl... oh, how delightful. Hilarious, even.
But the holstaur bit her lip, pushing him possessively against her chest. She needed to be suckled. That was the one thing a holstaur could not live without.
And she truly had flourished since her escape from the Ranch—and capture of her three very most favorite playthings. The holstaur's curly silver hair had grown long, spilling down around her like a bed of fine, soft angora wool. Her form remained curvy and flawless, her breasts massive and constantly leaking her sweet, intoxicating milk which had so captivated Senya, Bobbi and Kitten. Her hazel eyes shimmered with bliss as she listened to Senya and Bobbi—dear, darling, once-so-proud Bobbi desperately drinking from her, eagerly and willingly keeping themselves under her control. Her care. Hers. Hers forever.
She blinked, returning to the present as she noticed Kitten still whimpering. Apparently, the catgirl was jealous, and missed her little attendant.
Laca smirked, reaching over to caress Valina's cheek. "Oh, my sweet, whimpering slut," she cooed. She didn't often talk to her little toys like this, but she knew it affected Kitten—and indeed, she beamed as the catgirl shivered.
"M-Mommy," Kitten mewled, rubbing against Laca's hand. She crawled up, kissing along Laca's exposed breast as Bobbi suckled it, worshiping it on her way to Laca's neck, then to her cheek. She gave Laca's face a little lick, quivering on the bed. She was surprisingly cold, Laca noticed. "M-Mommy, please..."
"Soon, dearest. Soon." Laca giggled, turning to stare at Kitten and instantly captivating the weak-willed catgirl in her gaze. Oh, how easily they melted for her now. Once, Kitten had tried to resist her almost daily. Now she knew true peace, true pleasure, true purpose. All thanks to Laca's love.
Laca blinked, reaching down to run a hand over Kitten's surprisingly prodigious curves. "My, my," she murmured, "have we grown, darling? I don't remember willing that. Such generous curves."
She looked up and saw that Kitten was trembling violently. At first, Laca was concerned—then she noticed that at Kitten's cunt, which was currently pressed against the side of Laca's hip, juices were steadily trickling down onto the bed.
She grinned. "Oh, but how delightful!" She kissed Kitten, continuing to stroke the catgirl's breasts, savoring the helpless trembling that followed. "Poor little dear."
"Unh... M-Mommy..."
Laca gave one nipple a little tickle, giggling when the catgirl jumped. "Maybe my milk knows me better than I know myself, because, goodness..." She made her voice husky, leaning in to Kitten's ear.
"I think I like you like this, baby."
"Yes, Mommy," the catgirl said meekly.
Laca smirked. "There's Mommy's good baby girl." She reached down, nudging Bobbi away from her breast. Bobbi left the nipple with a disappointed whimper and a little trail of drool. "Here you are, Kitten. Drink up. Make yourself niiice and dumb and empty for Mommy now."
And with an overjoyed squeal, Kitten descended back into her mistress's bliss.
~ ~ ~ ~
Entering the house was quite easy. The slaves of the holstaur—those that she didn't constantly keep at her bed, the man and woman who originally owned this dwelling—were easily whispered to sleep, and nobody had thought to sprinkle nutmeg over the doorstep. The milk kittens had even considered devouring the servants whole the first night, but there would be too much risk of discovery if the house went uncleaned.
And so as they had the last three nights, the milk kittens sent the house servants to sleep with whispers, strokes, and gentle little promises. Once this was done, and the two lay in a pile with dreams they would only half-remember, the milk kittens made their way towards their true target.
The doors did not creak. The stairs did not cry out. The red-eyed creatures crawled up to the second floor in perfect silence.
They were a vision mixing terror and desire. Totally naked, their porcelain skin was unnatural, off-putting, like blank canvas, like pooling cream. Their bodies were slim, their breasts small but full, their legs shapely and lithe. They moved like cats, graceful, terrifying.
But the vampires' true power lay in their faces. Two of them, a boy and girl, had long, straight black hair. A third, another girl, had brilliant red hair, the sole source of color of the three. She had given birth to the other three, but they were all equals in this. All three would feed on the fey and the mortal. Their old names almost forgotten dark-haired boy called himself 'Sieve', the girl called herself 'Ive', and the redhead called herself 'Red'.
Their eyes glowed like smoldering coals. Their lips were full, plush and almost glossy. And those lips were the true peril.
They exchanged gleeful smiles and tiny coos of excitement as they opened the bedroom door. Wet sounds—sounds of the most delicious bounty imaginable, sounds that made their mouths water—greeted them.
They stole into the room, crawling around the bed. The redhead looked up, peeking over the side of the bed for just a moment, and grinned. She had seen what they wanted to see: The hob fey and catgirl were suckling, and the human boy lay beside his holstaur keeper. In their slumber, he had no milk, and so he idly sucked on one of her fingers for comfort. Down below, his fingers stroked his cock, edging himself until such a time as one of his three bedmates would deign to show him some mercy.
But, the milk kittens knew, suppressing tiny giggles, he would not have to wait so long tonight.
They began to softly mewl—tiny sounds that could not awaken the most restless sleeper—and watched as the boy stirred, whimpered, squirmed. Their whispers and whimpers sank into his head endlessly, filling him with desires he had no ability to manage in his state.
At the same time, the catgirl, holstaur and hob sighed. The catgirl's and hob's suckling slowed as a deeper sleep settled upon them. The holstaur's embrace loosened, and her fingers half-slipped from the human boy's lips.
Soon, the boy was whimpering, wriggling needily, helpless within the kittens' cooings. But he would find no relief from his mistresses, for they were now sound asleep, captivated within dreams they would only half understand.
And the milk kittens made their move. They climbed onto the bed, again with the utmost grace, the utmost stealth, and massed around the boy. They did not touch him. They continued to whisper and mewl all the while as they slowly closed in, almost spiraling around him, immersing him deeper and deeper into their control until he was visibly twitching.
Finally, they were assembled—Red lying beside him, Ive with her face inches from his hard, precum-slick cock, and Sieve on his hands and knees close to the head of the bed.
Sieve reached down, gently taking the holstaur's hand and easing her fingers from Senya's lips. The boy whined, and mewled, but the holstaur did not stir. The milk kittens beamed. Even just a few inches away, his mistress was helpless to protect him.
"Shh," cooed the redhead behind him, petting his hair in the manner they had seen the holstaur soothe him. "There's a good boy."
Slowly, his complaints quieted. Grinning gleefully, they began to gently roll him over onto his other side, to face away from the holstaur.
This made him complain more, squirming and whimpering. He was getting louder, too,. Reluctantly, they stopped. Clearly, the boy would need to be tamed a little before they could continue.
They thought a moment. Then Red gave an evil grin.
Behind them, the faint wet sounds from the holstaur's nursing continued, but quiet, soft, slowed from the deep sleep. Oh, so soft. So distant.
And so when Red opened her mouth and began to unleash sounds no human mouth could make—the wet, slurping sounds of suckling mouths, the little kittenish whimpers, the sleepy sighs of a happy holstaur—it easily drowned out the sounds the boy was hearing in front of him.
"Sweet boy," hissed the male above, in the smooth, soft voice of the lovely holstaur. "Oh, sweet, sweet boy, why have you turned away?"
The boy's eyelids fluttered, confusion marking his angelic features. But in his horny, sleepy state, he was no match for the undead deception. He slowly rolled over, whimpering as he continued to stroke himself. "Mommy," he mumbled. "Please, Mommy."
As he moved, Ive crawled gracefully around to his new position, giggling a little. They now had the boy facing away from his mistress and straight towards Red. His cock pointed straight towards Ive's head.
He was theirs to enjoy.
Ive licked her lips, eyes gleaming with hungry delight. Leaning in, she gave his cock a little lick—to her delight, it jumped.
She licked it again. It twitched, and he moaned.
With a tiny giggle of glee, she took the lovely cock into her mouth—just the tip—and began to gently suckle.
The effect was immediate, as her lips and saliva worked their magic on his mortal body. He started to writhe, and moan, but Sieve was there to coo comforting words in his ear, petting his hair, confusing him with praise as pleasure poured and poured and surged into him from Ive's gentle drinking.
"Oh—" The boy was writhing, but Ive held his hips steady, giggling around his shaft, "—oh, I—I c-c-can't—"
His eyes finally fluttered open.
And they widened as they were instantly captivated within two gleaming red fires.
Red grinned.
He opened his mouth to scream, but she struck, wrapping her hands around his head and seizing him in a mind-numbing kiss. He screamed into the kiss, thrashing, but she wrapped her legs around his arms to pin them to his sides. Sieve continued to pet him, cooing nonsense, mewling little pleading sounds into his ears.
The milk kittens held him tightly as he struggled, pouring mind-melting whispers and whimpers into his ears. He couldn't escape. Couldn't tune them out. And all the while, Ive's sucking continued, building him higher and higher and higher.
But even they were amazed at how quickly the boy's struggles began to ebb. Before long, he was barely moving at all. His eyelids fluttered, then half-closed, as his next scream sounded suspiciously like a moan. Gradually, the moans dissolved into desperate whines for more. And Ive was happy to oblige him.
They kept him quiet with kisses as the whining got louder and louder. Red held him tightly, giggling as he started to gasp, as the whispers and mewls began to take their toll and guide him back towards a state of half-slumber.
"Pleeeease let us milk you," she cooed, kissing him on the lips. He babbled and leaned into the kiss, eyes half-shut and more glazed-over than ever. "Ooh, please, Mommy would be so happy. Please, you must be a good, good milkslave for us!"
He let out a tiny whine as, down below, Ive let out an agreeing sound. Her sucking was almost as loud as the whispers, and joined the endless waves of enticing sounds designed to render him helpless, confused and horny. The sweet, dreamy boy was already sinking back down, deep into a nice, pliant trance.
And once he was in that state, it was easy to keep him nice and quiet. One time, Ive's tongue lapped sloppily over the head of his cock, eliciting a high-pitched squeal from the boy. Red quickly kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and drinking up his mewls. Sieve continued to coo into his ears, and gradually, his squeals subsided back into soft whimpers.
And then, with one last little smacking sound, Ive began to drink.
Red's lips smacked against his as she watched the light in the boy's eyes sparkle and brighten for a moment, then dim, dull, and fade into a look that went beyond glassy. Staring into his eyes was like staring into a mirror. The boy was cumming—cumming in an orgasm not even a succubus could provide, a steady flow of purest pleasure.
Red pulled back with a giggle. His mouth hung half-open, and his tongue lolled out as he let out a long, tormented moan.
He was still cumming. Down below, Ive's cheeks and tongue were working hard to suck, slurp and lick up every drop. He was not bucking, and her mouth was not moving save to suck. It was like she had turned on the tap.
Inside, they knew, pleasure indescribable was sinking through his body, dragging his entire mind right between the fulsome lips of his new goddess.
And that pleasure would continue through the entire night, as in glee, the milk kittens watched their plaything twitch and tremble... and Red and Sieve waited for their own turns to drink the mortal into this same senseless stupor of bliss.
In future nights, they knew, all three of them would not be needed to drink him. He would be as easy as eager as the catgirl, helpless to even make a sound as they called him to their embrace.
But for now, they gently suckled him, one-by-one, and whispered programming little mewls into his ears all the while.
~ ~ ~ ~
Laca awoke to fervent suckling and moaning—well, more than usual. Her eyes opened, and she looked down with delight as Senya clutched her teat, whimpering loudly. He drank like a man dying of thirst, milk dribbling down his chin, his face a bright, flustered red.
"Well, aren't you a thirsty little thing!" she cooed with delight.
She glanced over at Kitten, who continued to suckle her as down below, Bobbi audibly licked her out. Such good girls.
"Mmmm!" Senya managed. Laca reached down to caress his surprisingly cold cheek. His eyes closed in sheer pleasure at her touch.
"Such a good boy." She smirked. "Drink Mommy down, baby. Be a good baby boy."
The relief in his eyes was almost palpable. Laca giggled. She'd never noticed how vacant her boy's eyes were these days.
~ ~ ~ ~
It was strange. Laca didn't go for walks often, but... she almost felt heavier than usual. Her breasts felt more full. She giggled, bouncing them together playfully. "You must stop this, darlings," she cooed. "We wouldn't want to smother silly little Senya, would we?"
These last few mornings since that awakening had been a wave of delights for Laca. Senya was thirstier and needier than ever, and she always awoke to him filling himself with her milk. He was even a little rowdy at times, pushing Kitten or Bobbi out of the way to get to a teat, but he still behaved whenever Laca scolded him to wait his turn. When doing so, he would often suckle Kitten or Bobbi instead, and they clearly enjoyed the stimulation.
Kitten had been especially submissive lately, and that was saying a lot. She seemed to react pathetically to even the slightest touch, and barely spoke anymore, save for brief whimpers like, "Please, Mommy," or "Yes, Mommy." Whereas once she'd often teased Senya a little bit, now she mostly just clutched him and mewled soft nothings in his ear, licking the top of his head all the while while he suckled her.
Mommy rather enjoyed her Kitten being almost wordless. Her playthings were better seen than heard, anyway—and of course, the sounds they did make were vastly preferable to words.
Yes, the last few days had been wonderful, and it was tempting to spend every single moment, waking and dreaming, in her bed, brainwashing her lovers. Holstaurs were a single-minded species, being sprite fey. All they wanted was suckling, was release. But Laca was, in fact, quite active by holstaur standards. After all, somebody had to make sure the servants were behaving. The servants were supposed to drug anyone who came by and send them up to Laca for play and 'adoption', but Laca had no interest in being caught in another gilded cage like the Ambrosia Ranch.
She went for a walk or two every week, in part just to emphasize to herself that she could if she wanted to. She was in control, now, and with the Ambrosia Ranch under Thriae domination and its two would-be owners—Bobbin and Senya—under her domination, she knew she always would be.
This evening, Laca had left her playthings to take care of each other—with bottles, of course—and gone for a short little walk around the house. As she walked, she teased her nipples idly. Milk dribbled out, and she bit her lip. Ffffuck, she needed some mouths at her tits.
No. She shook her head. Not yet. She wanted some fresh air, at least.
She stopped at the living room window, gazing out into the dark forest. The sun was just starting to settle beneath the horizon. The window was partway open, and a cool breeze laden with leaves and flower petals rustled her hair slightly. She took in a deep breath and let out a happy sigh.
Well, this was a fun little stroll! she thought, turning back towards the stairs. But how long has it been? One minute? Two minutes? My little darlings must be...
She heard a rustling from outside.
Laca froze like a frog in lamplight.
Laca had not been... startled in a long, long time. Not since... well, not since she'd escaped the Ranch. Not since she'd claimed this domain. Not since she'd retired into her bedroom to enjoy a well-earned 'retirement'.
And so it was not until now, as her heart gave a jolt, that she realized how very, very out of it she was. Her head and heart were thick with her constant arousal and pleasure. She had gotten placid. Docile like a happy young milk cow, fat from grass and oblivious to the world beyond her window.
I've been spoiling my dears, she thought, giving a little giggle as she peered out the window with narrowed eyes. What she knew, but refused to admit, was that she had been spoiling herself. She was slow. Half-awake. And that little rustle... well, it had clocked her right back into the waking world, alright.
Her eyes narrowed further to slits as she scanned the bushes nearby the window. Had it just been an animal? She was being more than a little paranoid, in fairness. Probably giving it more weight than it deserved because she was so very unused to surprises nowadays.
All the same... she'd never really stopped to wonder what had become of the Ranch after the Thriae had arrived.
Could it be Thriae scouts? Or the Crows, still hunting for their escaped prisoners? Or—
"Mommy?"
The tiny voice made Laca dribble a little more as she turned to see Kitten in the staircase doorway. The catgirl was sucking her thumb, naked save for her panties—her lingerie top had been a day or two ago abandoned, as her breasts were now almost the size of large cantaloupes. With her free hand, she played with those breasts, and in sympathetic need, Laca mirrored her movements.
"In a moment, dearest," Laca said, flashing the catgirl an easy smile. She turned back to the window, though her heart wasn't quite in it anymore. Her lust was returning, along with a growing skepticism. It's a forest. Of course it was some animal. Silly to get so worked up over it. But she frowned, considering the grass. Were those tracks she saw? Were they the servants', or...
"Please, Mommy?" came Bobbi's plaintive voice, followed by wet sounds. Laca turned around again, seeing that Bobbi had come up behind Kitten and was kissing her neck. Her similarly large breasts pressed up against Kitten's back, who whimpered, her back arching, but did not move. "Mm... Mommy, Kitten needs you so bad."
Her eyes glimmered. Laca smirked, seeing that familiar little sparkle in Bobbin's eyes. Bobbi had never fully lost her rebelliousness, though now it was more like bratty teasing than anything truly problematic. Laca almost missed Bobbi's little tantrums sometimes, but a Bobbi who was single-mindedly dedicated to Laca's pleasure... ooh, that was well worth the cost.
"In a moment, darlings," the holstaur said, sparing one last casual glance towards the window. A smile played across her lips—she was really just toying with them now.
"Mommy, Senya needs you. Mm." Bobbi's lips smacked on Kitten's shoulder, much to Kitten's clear delight and discomfort. "You must—mm—come upstairs and see to him."
At last, Laca lamented, and strolled up to pull the two fey beauties to her. They cooed and mewled up at her, batting their eyelashes. They started to lick at her dripping breasts, then latched their lips on to begin nursing.
Laca's knees weakened. She would have to hurry up the stairs if they were going to be this greedy. It would not do to leave poor Senya unatttended, even it was very, very tempting to just lie there and let her little kittens drink her deep, as she so deserved.
She blinked. A strange thought.
Bobbi and Kitten let out twin cries, clutching Laca so tightly she lost her grip on the rails and could only clutch them tightly. She cast the odd thought aside as she slowly sank to the floor, whimpering. Her mind went blank as they burbled their delight, and Laca allowed herself to be...
... devoured.
~ ~ ~ ~
Laca's dreams were drowning in coos and mewls and whispers and endless, flowing pleasure, as they so often were. She knew that she was only half-asleep—she could physically feel Bobbi's and Kitten's bodies pressed against her, their incredibly plush, slick lips suckling and slurping at her tits with mastery unspeakable. But she couldn't quite awaken.
In her state of half-sleep, Laca wondered why the bed felt so very uncomfortable. Usually, the servants took care to keep it in a constant state of clean softness (though it was admittedly hard to get certain scents out of the blankets), but tonight, it felt like she was sleeping on the edge of the bed or something. Corners dug into her back, slightly impeding the endless, unspeakable pleasure.
The dreams struggled to explain this. She was back in the Ranch, up on the barn roof. Bobbi had taken her up here once, the naughty thing, and had forced Laca to squeal and beg for the attentions of passing fairies. Later, Laca had borne her Bobbi up to the same location, and forced her to beg passing fairies to deliver Laca's milk to her in little bottles—she'd been unworthy of suckling directly. At least, not until she was nice and milk-stupid.
But not even the barn roof had been this uncomfortable. Laca's eyes shot open in irritation, her moan interrupted by the brief disorientation of wakefulness.
She stared down in numb confusion.
The two soft, plump, wet lips at her nipples were perfect in their expertise, in their simultaneous delicacy and mercilessness. Tongues lapped eagerly over her aerolae, and the loud smacking and sucking sounds only heightened her arousal.
But these two young women were not Kitten and Bobbi.
No, Kitten and Bobbi were at the foot of the stairs, whimpering, still clearly half-asleep as they awkwardly tried to suckle one another. Milk dripped all over their bodies—their own milk, Laca realized numbly.
And the two cooing, mewling forms before her...
"Ooh!" Laca trembled, her back arching as their lips worked their magic on her. It had to be magic. Nothing had ever felt so good, so... so... "N-no! S-stop!" She fumbled to push them away, but only found herself pulling them closer, her heart pounding. More. More. More. She had never felt so helpless, so compliant, so utterly weak-willed. More. More. More.
They moaned, simpering up at her with looks of glee in their gleaming red eyes. The redhead rose off her nipple, plush lips dripping with Laca's milk. And yet despite the power in Laca's udders, the crimson-eyed creature seemed far more lucid than Laca—who found she was having trouble keeping her eyes open as the other continued to eagerly suck. "Sleep," the redhead cooed, licking Laca's nipple softly and sweetly until Laca was trembling. "Sleep, little cow. Sleeeeep."
The creature's words seeped into Laca's mind like molten butter, and Laca found her head spinning as if from thirst. Gods, she felt so wonderfully stupid right now. Laca moaned, her eyelids fluttering. "N-No, I..."
"Mommy is—mm—sleepy," said the other in a tiny, kittenish voice, as the redhead returned to drinking. "Mommy... needs her rest. She feels so—mm—so warm and weak and wet. Let us love you, Mommy."
These words were like candy to Laca's broken mind. She found herself drifting despite her efforts, sinking deeper and deeper into a strangely familiar state, and for the first time she wondered what had caused her breasts to grow larger over the last few days. And why she hadn't wondered about it sooner.
"Wonderful, beautiful mindless Mommy," whispered the redhead between slurps. "So sweet and strong, holding us here. So milky and sweet. So sleepy and sweet. So heavy and sweet."
"Soooo heavy," echoed the other, planting several wet kisses on Laca's tingling breast. On the last, a thin trail of saliva connected her lips to Laca's nipple, and Laca had the chance to recognize, mushily, that the saliva itself carried some sort of power to it. Some sort of magic that was making her... leak...
But she was already sinking, lulled by the creatures' sweet words and flattery. She could barely remember what was going on, and it felt so, so perfect, so good, so... right.
Laca's eyes closed. She hugged the milk kittens to her, lost in their moans of triumph, and submitted to her devouring.
And then she heard Senya give a distant squeak of pleasure.
Her eyes snapped open. A single thought passed through her mind then.
Mine.
This was, of course, a dangerous thought with two little ones already suckling her, and an ordinary holstaur might easily have been lulled back into slumber with such a carelessly-worded desire. But Laca was not an ordinary holstaur.
With a whimpering groan, she shoved the two creatures away. They were already in a precarious position on the stairs, and they went tumbling, squealing in surprise.
The holstaur turned and rushed up the stairs, cradling her massive, dripping breasts. Mine, was the only thought passing through her, as Senya gave another, quieter cry. Mine. All mine!
In the bedroom, Senya lay alone on the massive bed, his head nestled in the pillows, as down below a pale, dark-haired man tenderly suckled his cock. Senya was whimpering as the man—the creature—hummed and cooed wordlessly up at him, and Laca distinctly saw the creature swallowing, heard the loud sucking and licking sounds...
Laca advanced on the strange boy. He was slender and slight, on his hands and knees as he slowly drank. His own cock was fully erect.
As she started at the cock, a sly smile spread across Laca's lips. So these things—some sort of vampire, she guessed—had needs. Perfect. She slowly reached forward, curling and uncurling her fingers in preparation—
But the creature must have heard her, or sensed her, or something. Without even turning, he pulled off abruptly, leaving Senya to spurt out one last crying orgasm as the creature sprang for the open window. He cast one look back, giggling as his ember eyes met Laca's, and licked his plump lips. Then he sprang through the frame and out into the darkness of the early dawn.
Laca stared after him for a moment. She had barely had time to think before the creature was out. These things moved fast.
She looked down at Senya, whose state truly was pitiable, and reached down to cradle him in her arms—
"Ooh! Aah! Nn!" These high-pitched cries came from down below. Laca snapped to attention, springing back down for the stairs, with superhuman grace.
Down below, the fallen redhead and dark-haired girl had pulled Kitten and Bobbi apart and were tenderly suckling their breasts and stroking their pussies, gleefully playing with them while Laca was gone. But as Laca stared, spellbound by the sight, they looked up, saw her, and sprinted on all fours away.
And they, too, were laughing.
Bobbi and Kitten lay there on the landing, moaning, lactating, helpless. Laca stared at them, then looked back at Senya, who was whimpering, his arms pathetically outstretched for his Mommy. The poor thing looked positively parched.
"One moment, baby," she cooed tenderly, stepping over to pet his hair. He grasped her hand, and she let him suckle her finger for a moment, then smiled, pulled away and stepped back to the stairs. First, I have to get all my darlings together for the night. Make them suckle my brains out. Then... then I think I'll get an answer or two.
~ ~ ~ ~
"Tell me all you know about these things." Laca hugged the whimpering Senya to one nipple, as Kitten slurped at the other, and smiled across the bed at the brainwashed hob. "Go on, then, baby."
Senya had barely given gave Laca any sleep for the whole rest of the night. He'd been utterly ravenous. Laca wouldn't have been able to sleep anyways, of course.
Bobbi blinked. The hob was in a remarkable state, now that Laca really thought about it. Her breasts were massive—almost as large as Laca had been before... well, before all of this had started. Easily Thriae-sized. Her eyes, once a fiery orange, had gone vacant and dull, almost brown. Some of that was from constantly drinking holstaur milk and learning to be a good toy, but some of it, Laca knew, was new. She squeezed her nipples idly as she thought. "Um... yeah. Okay."
Bobbi licked her lips, and Laca smiled, despite the circumstances. "Soon, Bobbi." She patted Kitten's head. "Be a good girl, and you can drink all you like! You can just drink and drink and drink without thinking at all. Doesn't that sound nice, baby?"
"Mm." Bobbi nodded absently. "Um. Okay. I... I th-think they're... milk kittens."
Laca blinked. This meant nothing to her.
"Milk kittens are... they're a kind of vampire." The hob was clearly struggling, and Laca almost felt guilty, realizing how dumbed down the once-clever house fey had become after these months in Laca's care. But mostly, she felt turned on. She couldn't wait to bring Bobbi back into her arms just as soon as Bobbi was finished waking up, to dumb her back down again. "Like... vampires are undead who died in some kind of denial. Milk kittens are parasites. They drink from living hosts to relive what they wanted but never had in life."
"Aw, the poor things." Laca tutted, in spite of her concern. "They never had a nice Mommy like you did, did they?"
Bobbi squirmed, running her fingers over her slick pussy. "Um... so they... they usually pick a bunch of hosts, and visit them every night or so. Usually girls. People they can suckle from. They turn th-them into... into hucows. Big-breasted brainless needy slutty bimbo slaves." She started to stroke her clit, biting her lip. "U-Usually, a milk kitten—or a b-bunch of them—will just haunt one town or village, alternating their victims. They can only leave the house at night, so they usually play it pretty safe. But some are... selective."
"Only the finest milk." Laca smirked, enjoying Bobbin's increasingly obvious need.
"Y-yeah," Bobbi squeaked, stroking faster. "They need... they need a nice, perfect Mommy like you, Mommy. Wonderful and beautiful. And... and we're just a bonus."
Laca giggled, and was about to call Bobbi back and push Kitten away (she could hardly make Senya move when he was clearly so very thirsty) when something occurred to him, and she frowned. "But... they aren't suckling little Senya, are they?"
"N-no." Bobbi stared at Senya's pathetic form, and Laca knew this was only making it worse on her. She was rocking on her fingers, now, as milk dribbled down her breasts. "They... they can't suckle people who don't have n-natural tits. I d-dunno what they're doing with him. Maybe just playing? Keeping him n-nice and... docile?" She almost squeaked the word as her stroking hit a new tempo. "Like with the servants?"
"Maybe." Laca frowned. "So... how do I stop them?"
"N-Nutmeg," Bobbin managed. "Sprinkled over the door ways, usually. If y-you have it, and... and we probably don't. They..." She took a deep breath. "They aren't i-immune to hypnosis... v-very weak-willed, in fact..." She was gasping, now, practically crying. "But... they... make... you... w-weaker!"
Laca looked down at the mindlessly drinking Senya, whose whimpers were growing in frequency as both he and Kitten built towards climax. Then she smiled up at Bobbi. "Well, then, Bobbi... I'd say you earned it."
Bobbi practically keened with need as she neared her own orgasm.
"But I think I like watching you." Laca giggled. "No cumming, Bobbi. Keep on stroking like a good girl."
Bobbi's mouth hung open. She was drooling, now, and openly so. She continued to rock on her fingers, eyes wide with horror. "M-Mommy—"
Laca beamed, and slid a finger over her own clit to help herself along as she watched Bobbi slowly melt down completely. "Aw, baby..." she cooed. "Such a good girl."
She had to find some way to pass the time until nightfall, after all.
~ ~ ~ ~
As the sun set, the milk kittens gathered at the gates of the old house beneath an old maple. They exchanged excited looks.
"Four nights," Ive said, licking her lips. "The catgirl is lost. The milk kittens' little kitten."
They giggled.
"Seven nights," sang Sieve softly, grinning up at the distant window—lamplight shown from it now, a mark of the holstaur's fear. "The hob will be lost tonight. She has melted well."
"Two nights." Red's voice was soft and musical like little windchimes, as she ran one finger over her pussy. "The boy is ours."
"He was already ours." Ive's eyes glittered. "Such a tasty little thing she has made him. A nice little present for us!"
"The holstaur will be ours."
"Yes."
"Sweet, silly Mommy."
The sun's rays vanished beneath the horizon. The milk kittens' hearts swelled with excitement.
It was time to claim their feast. There was nothing the fey seductress could do to stop them now.
~ ~ ~ ~
Laca lay in her bed, her heart beating rapidly. Senya and Bobbi hungrily suckled her as Kitten, down below, noisily sucked Senya's cock. She hugged Senya tightly, unable to withhold a whimper. Sleepiness warred with fear; lust warred with determination.
She needed to stay awake. Even as the lamplight dimmed, even as the shadows grew deeper and darker around them, she needed to stay awake.
Although, in hindsight, Laca supposed that this goal ran somewhat counter to her other decision tonight, because... oh, gods, letting them suckle her made her so sleepy. She longed to slip into the liminal space between waking ecstasy and dreaming bliss, as she did every night. And she was so, so tired.
She stared at Senya, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. Gods, she adored her darling boy. She cooed praise down at him, stroking his hair gently, and was rewarded with a moan and even hungrier sucking. Such a good boy. Such a good boy. These vampires couldn't have him. She wouldn't let them take even one of her darlings away from her.
Her eyelids drooped. She wouldn't let them hold him down.
She wouldn't let them drink him dry, deny him the sweet milk he deserved...
... wouldn't let them take his place, cooing and squealing as they started to suckle her with those wonderful, wonderful lips...
The world around Laca seemed to ooze into murky mush as she stroked Senya's hair and listened to him suckling, listened to Bobbi's fervent moans, to Kitten's smacking and slurping on Senya's cock.
She wouldn't let them take her darlings from her. Wouldn't let them take her power. These three were hers. She wouldn't let them gather around her, dozens of them, endless tongues and lips as they sucked and kissed over her skin, as Senya squealed, was pulled from her reach, as those lips slipped over her nipples and all her cares melted away forever, lost within the music of their whispers as the world grew darker and darker around her...
Bobbin gave an especially loud moan, and Laca's eyes snapped open. Her heart gave a jolt.
She had slipped under.
For a moment, the holstaur was panicked, wondering how much time she'd lost. For the first time, she found herself regretting not having a clock in this room. She'd never liked clocks—being able to tell time always seemed so silly and useless when you just wanted to melt away into pleasure—but now, she sort of understood why Bobbin had been so keen on them. It was so easy to lose track of time when everything was so... comfortable.
At least nothing seemed to have happened. Her eyelids fluttered, and she desperately tried to keep them open, biting her lip hard enough to hurt. Senya and Bobbi were still happily nursing, and—
Wait.
Down below, the sounds of Kitten's cock worshiping had stopped.
Laca blinked. In the dim light, she could just barely see the forms of her two darlings at her chest. But little Kitten...
She heard a mew from behind the foot of the bed. Her heart sank as she noticed some tiny little suckling sounds, almost too quiet to hear.
"Lost." The voice came from the infinite darkness. Laca's breath caught in her throat as she looked around frantically. They had taken Kitten, had dragged her off the bed. Or had led her off the bed. And somehow, Laca hadn't noticed.
Not even Senya had. Laca stared at him, biting her lip. His eyes remained closed in oblivious bliss. Laca turned and looked at Bobbi, hugging her even tighter. She would not lose these two. Bobbi was hers.
She had to remain alert. Vigilant. If she fell under their spell again, she would be helpless, and her mind would melt away into submissive ecstasy forever. Those soft little whispers and mewls from up above her, the sweet voice that told her to be a good Mommy, to sink into the pleasure, to drift back off into sleep... she had to ignore them, ignore the speaker, and concentrate on trying to work out where the other milk kittens were!
She had to ignore the whispers telling her how silly she was, how sleepy she was. Had to ignore the longing to just... fade... had to ignore the voice, let it slip into her subconscious as she slipped into the pleasure, lost herself in the sweet coos of Kitten's captor, the delights of Senya and Bobbin at her needy, aching, milky tits...
Laca's heart skipped a beat, and she widened her eyes, realizing she'd been about to drift off again. Again, panic struck her, and she tightened her grip around Bobbi and Senya.
They were still with her. The kittens hadn't gotten to them.
Yet.
Although... why was Bobbi suckling on her back, now?
It was too dark. The lamp had died—or been turned off—and Laca hadn't even noticed. But... Bobbi definitely felt heavier in her lap than before.
Ignoring the voice that told her to ignore it, Laca squinted. She could just make out a form clinging to Bobbi, just make out those little whimpers and coos, those little smacking sounds.
Bobbi was being suckled by the dark-haired boy, even in Laca's arms. Laca's heart raced. She clutched Senya all the tighter.
"Such a good Mommy. So happy. So sleepy. Such a nice, glassy Mommy, our happy and malleable Mommy..."
"Stop it!" Laca cried, shaking herself in a panic. Her hand on Bobbi's shoulder flew to her head, as if by smacking herself she could rid herself of the compulsions. "Just... stop it! They're mine!"
She felt Bobbi's mouth slip from her nipple, and was dimly conscious of the hob being dragged from her. Horror sank into her as she simultaneously recognized this and one other pertinent fact.
As she brought her hand up, it brushed through crimson hair.
There was a milk kitten right above her head.
Laca found herself staring up into fiery red eyes—the same eyes she had been staring up into all night without knowing it.
Acting on pure instinct, Laca wrapped her legs around Senya, sliding his cock between her legs—but not quite into her pussy. Not yet. She just needed to keep anyone from sucking him. The holstaur stared up into the red eyes, her own going wide and glassy.
"So nice," said the milk kitten sweetly, smiling down at her. "So soft and silly."
Agreeing mewls and whimpers—sounds from the kittens, sounds from Laca's own fey slaves—surrounded them, immersed Laca. Laca trembled. She had never known how powerful a single whimper could be. But she loved to hear them so.
"So soft," she whispered, her eyes shining. "So... soft."
The milk kitten giggled. "Soft and silly. Soft, silly Mommy."
With her free hand, Laca ran her hand over her free breast, biting her lip at the intense pleasure and need coursing through her as the nipple practically squirted milk. "Soft," she repeated, smiling up at the milk kitten. "Soft and milky!"
The milk kitten beamed, kissing Laca on the cheek. Laca trembled from the kiss—those lips were like heavenly pillows, glossy, wet. If they touched her nipple, Laca knew she would melt completely.
She spiraled a finger around her nipple, head buzzing with the whispers and moans around her. "So soft and smooth," she managed. "So... soft... and sweeeeet." She practically moaned the word. She was on the verge of orgasm with Senya's suckling. Just the thought of a second pair of lips on her was... excruciating.
"Sweet," echoed the milk kitten, planting unbearable kisses down Laca's cheek, down her chin, over her neck, and towards the lone, needy breast. "Sweet and milky."
Laca continued to spiral the finger until her nipple was steadily dripping. "So much milk," she burbled. "So much life in me. I wanna give it... wanna give it all to you."
"Good Mommy," the milk kitten hissed, grinning. She watched Laca's finger, clearly delighting in Laca's degradation—here was this proud, powerful fey, so brainwashed she was trying to seduce her own temptress simply into devouring her!
For her part, Laca's mind was turning so foggy, so mushy and needy, it was all she could do to keep spiraling. "Gooood Mommy," she repeated, her voice almost breaking. "Such a good Mommy. Baby never had a nice Mommy like me, did she?"
"Mm." The milk kitten licked her lips, breathing in. Her eyelids visibly fluttered. "Milky..."
"That's right," Laca said, her voice dripping with the sweetness welling inside her. She clutched Senya even tighter, thighs rubbing around his cock, savoring his little sighs of pleasure. "Milky. Nice and milky for Mommy's baby vampire. Never had so much nice, warm, sweet milk, not ever."
"Nnn..." The milk kitten's eyelids were drooping. She licked her lips again, shuddering. "Never... never enough..."
"Poor dear." Laca's finger spiraled, and she licked her own lips, noting how the milk kitten's eyes were following the finger now. "She just needs to be taken care of, doesn't she?"
"Um..."
"Needs all this milk," Laca whispered, extending her pinkie finger and gently stroking the milk kitten's chin. "It'll feel so, so good, and really, isn't that all that matters?"
The milk kitten whimpered. She nodded slightly, as if in a trance. "Mm-hm."
"What was that?" Laca asked, tickling her nipple until her finger was dripping with milk.
"Yes!" The milk kitten's eyes were wide. "I... n-need..." She stared at the finger, licking her lips. "Need... to suckle..."
She slowly sank downward, lips parting.
And Laca popped her finger into the milk kitten's open mouth. "Good girl!"
The milk kitten blinked, and seemed to struggle—but only briefly, as the nutmeg-infused milk filled her mouth and dulled her will. It was no contest, really.
Gradually, almost as though confused, she started to suck on Laca's finger.
Meekly, at first.
And soon, she was whimpering.
"There's my good girl," Laca whispered. "There's my little doll." She leaned down and kissed the milk kitten on the forehead, eliciting a disoriented whine. "Shh, shh. It will all make sense in time. Mommy will make it all make sense for her darling little dolls."
Down below, she heard the other two milk kittens also starting to sound uneasy in their moans, and giggled. All three of her pets had been filled with nutmeg over the course of the day, and just as she and Bobbin had guessed, the vampires were not handling it well. And come the morning, with her own mind still intact, their Mommy would be able to take good, good care of her now-powerless little hypnotized slaves.
By the time the nutmeg left their heads and they were clear again... ooh, by then, they would be hers. And they had come so close to having it all.
She smiled down at the redhead, then at little Senya. Through it all, her sweet, docile boy had remained totally, mindlessly obsessed with one solitary task. "Good boy," she whispered, nuzzling him, pulling him close to her. Her thighs stroked along his cock, and she savored his little mewls. "Oh, such a good boy you are."
"Mmmy," he managed, eyes squeezed tightly shut as he filled himself with her, his lips suckling at her like a man dying of thirst.
Laca giggled. "You know, I think I like you like this, baby. Maybe I'll have them suck you every now and again, to keep you nice and thirsty." She leaned in close, her pleasure rising as she felt him trembling. Her voice was husky. "Would you like that, baby?"
His eyes opened wide, and he stared up at him and nodded meekly. "Yes, Mommy," he whimpered, slurring his words around her nipple as he licked her milk up.
His eyes were glowing like burning embers.
Laca's heart stopped.
"Wh..." She could barely speak. He continued to suckle her, but his eyes held her, wide, needy, submissive... mesmerizing... "What... you..."
He pulled off slightly, beaming up at her as he kissed around her breast. Laca trembled from those soft, wonderful lips. "Wanna be a good boy for Mommy!" he mewled, licking her nipple. "Such a good Mommy. So silly and... milky..."
He sank back into her soft tit with a moan and resumed drinking.
Laca trembled. "Nn." Pleasure rose in her. "No. Nn. P-please..."
She heard giggling, and looked deep into the glowing eyes of the red-haired milk kitten. The redhead looked at her, then back at Senya—or what used to be Senya—and visibly smirked.
Laca bit her lip, panting. She needed... she needed to push him off. He was drugged, just like Red. She could... she could still...
He blinked up at her, and batted his eyelashes. A little whimper escaped him.
And her heart and mind melted as one.
"Oh, darling boy," she heard herself cooing, her brain bubbling into foamy lust and adoration as she clutched at him. She hugged Senya tightly within her arms, her left hand slipping away from the redhead.
The next thing she knew, both the redhead and Senya were suckling at her tits. Drinking her. Emptying her. And yet she had never, ever felt so fulfilled.
"Darling, darling boy!" she babbled, as an orgasm unlike any she'd ever felt before began to well within her helpless body. "Your—aah—M-Mommy has you!"
And, the milk kittens knew, they would always have her.
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One week later...
Laca lay back in her bed, quivering, as Kitten and Bobbi suckled noisily at her breasts—occasionally rising off her only to suckle at each others' instead, as all three of them had tits too large for them to move easily at this point, and all three of them felt the agonizing need to be used, to be emptied. They scarcely stirred nowadays, save to suckle and masturbate. Good hucows needed nothing more.
Laca clutched her girls to her bosom with a whimper, watching the sun set. Pleasure trickled through her like an endless stream, tortuously slow, like endless edging.
But soon, she knew, the three of them would have relief once again.
Soon, their four keepers would arrive to see to their needs for the night.
And then her darling boy would get to suckle her once more.
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This story was one of my "Bonus Pairings"! If you have your own request for a future pairing—non-canon or otherwise—feel free to leave a comment below!
Also, sorry about the scant updates lately. I'm taking a break in the summer, so there'll only be one or two chapters per month until September. Thanks so much for reading, and don't forget to leave feedback and ratings if you enjoyed what you read! I know this story was more than a little indulgent, but, well, that's kinda Mommy's whole shebang. ;)