Lorna tried to keep her moan in but the sucking soon forced it from her.<span style="color: #ff0080">"i-i am ready..."</span>Sharindia shook her head with a grin.<span style="color: #003366"> "that it the beauty of playing with your mother, so long as she is tied up almost anything works really well. she loves that she is trapped there, at the mercy of the world and that someone or something is taking advantage of it... however, if you really want to get milk from her."</span>she patted Vertus and stood up to go to her chest of toys and she dug around.<span style="color: #003366">"about... oh, five thousand years ago this insane druid woke up and started killing all the mother stags... he left dozens of fawns without mommies and Lorna came to me to help her with that after she had killed the druid"</span>Lorna's eyes went wide and she whined and squirmed.<span style="color: #ff0080"> "n-no please... Sharindia-"</span><span style="color: #003366">"one more word Lorna, and i will leave the milker in the box and do it the old fashioned way."</span>the Dryad blushed to the tips of her ears again and whimpered. Sharindia walked to Kitori's side with a large, ancient looking syringe made of solid brass.<span style="color: #003366">"are you sure Kitori? if i give her this she will make enough milk for the whole family and even your puppies to have some too, its really good for everyone. however, she must be milked twice a day, every day or her breasts will hurt so bad she will cry. she is your mother so it will be your job. i have a special tool that makes it really easy to milk her all she needs but she cannot work it herself... of course you should probably get yours right from the source, a mommy should feed her child."</span>she grinned at Lorna for a moment before she looked at Kitori for her answer.<span style="color: #003366">"without this she will make enough for you, the children and me, but that is all."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>