Milked

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“That’s it, Honey, that’s it,” Eva coaxes her, and her voice is so warm and so sweet, feels like it’s trickling down her throat at the same time it sinks into her ears, feels so thick on the air that she can taste it. Honey’s eyes are half-closed, and she’s completely relaxed even though she can feel her tits throbbing, her cock hard between her legs and bobbing there.

Her tits and her cock are bouncing in time with her heavy breaths, and she shifts restlessly where her wrists are tied behind the pole Eva’s bound her against, tries to arch her back, tries to press her cheek back against Eva’s mouth, to feel Eva’s breath on her skin.

The magic is seeping into her, sinking under her skin, and she can feel it working, feel her tits throbbing as they fatten more, as they grow. She can feel the skin stretching, feel her nipples twitching and feeling as if they’re being shocked as the flesh behind them changes, feels the weight on her back pulling her forward, and it’s electric, overwhelming.

“You’re going to be a great milker for us, Honey,” says Eva, and slides a slick thumb over one of her nipples — Honey cries out at the sensation, pressing her head back against the pole and clenching her hands into fists, as if the tension, the pressure, will be any sort of distraction. Her whole tit throbs with it, sends shocks through her, and when Eva replaces her thumb with one of the cups — it takes barely a second before she does the other.

She hears the click before the pumps begin to work, and then she howls, her back arching, her thighs spreading as wide apart as she can get them and her cock bouncing more as she grinds up against nothing more than air, slick dripping from the tip of her head as the pumps work on her, as they suck and squeeze on her nipples. It takes a few pumps at first, nearly painful pressure on each of her nipples before they finally permit it, and then she whines as her milk is expressed, as she’s pumped.

Milked.

“Good girl,” Eva says, and Honey looks up at her, lets out a breathless noise as Eva cups the base of her chin and taps her thumb against the gag in her mouth, the ball that rests on her tongue and keeps her from putting any words together, just keeps her lowing like the cow she is. “Let’s milk this too, shall we?”

Eva’s hand tightens around her cock at the same time she turns up the suction on the pumps, making them suck harder at her, squeeze harder as they tug on her tits. Honey whines around the gag and does all she can to press into both Eva’s hand and the pump’s suction cups for more.