<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/BVoyIAF.jpg)</div>"Mae! Good to see you. You've come just in time to watch me make a bad decision!"<br/><br/>Cinder seems much more excited by this prospect than logic would dictate. But before she commences with said decision, she takes the time listen carefully to the high elf. More often than not she says something insightful.<br/><br/>"A pervert who thinks with his dick, eh?" Cinder says once Maeryll finishes. "That's the one she'll go for. How long does it take to enchant something like that? All we'll need to do is stake out the place around the time he'd finish, and take her down when she shows to pick it up."<br/><br/>She reaches into her pouch and draws out the vial. "The base is lamia cum. But what does it do? It's got something to do with the bosoms, because I tasted it and my nips have been tingly ever since."<br/><br/>This perks Maeryll right up. If there is one thing she likes to talk about is Cinder's tits. The only thing she likes more is fondling them.<br/><br/>"So here's the game: I take three shots and down the vial. We used to do it back at the temple of Cyril. Made the priests all kinds of mad. Ready?"<br/><br/>Maeryll frowns. "That's not a game."<br/><br/>Shot one goes down the pipe.<br/><br/>"Cin, hun, I really don't think you should--"<br/><br/>Shot two follows.<br/><br/>"Seriously. We have no idea what that--"<br/><br/>Shot three.<br/><br/>Maeryll frowns, her ears flattening against her scalp. She turns to the wench. "I need a towel, some parchment, and blood. Anything will do, but pig's blood is to be preferred."<br/><br/>"Blegh!" Cinder pulls a face as she drains the vial. "There's gotta be a better base she could have used. Maybe something vanilla flavored."<br/><br/>"You really have no idea how magic works, do you?" Maeryll says.<br/><br/>Cin's eyes bulge. "Oh...that's interesting."<br/><br/>"What's interesting?"<br/><br/>"My tits! They're swelling!"<br/><br/>Maeryll yanks down Cinder's top, exposing her breasts for all to see. Cinder is used to this; Maeryll exposes her quite often. Maeryll knows Cinders tits better than her own, and they are<em>definitely</em>swelling.<br/><br/>"<em>Wench</em>!" she bellows. "Bring a bucket!"<br/><br/>A stream of milk shoots from Cinder's left breast directly into Maeryll's open mouth. "<strong>Ah</strong>!" Cinder screams. "They're gonna burst!"<br/><br/>Maeryll rolls the fluid around with her tongue before swallowing. It tastes of distinctly of Cinder and cinnamon and, ironically enough, vanilla. And she is sure it is fermented as well. It's the best breast milk she has ever tasted, and she is something of a connoisseur. "Bring two!" she corrects, "and make sure they're clean!"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Twenty minutes later Cinder is bent over a stool. Maeryll is behind her, massaging her breast, milking her like a cow. "Ah!" Cinder cries, "milk the other one now! It's gonna pop!"<br/><br/>Between her knees is a full bucked of milk mixed with the cum that is dripping off the stool.<br/><br/>"Are you coming?" Maeryll asks with one brow cocked.<br/><br/>"Yes!" Cinder cries, aroused and miserable. "I think so! I'm not sure! Augh! The next one, do the next one now!"<br/><br/>Maeryll does as Cinder asks. She turns to the teenage boy, who has since returned, and calmly addresses him. "I need all the buckets you have. Make sure they're clean, and line them up for me. Afterword, I'm going to teach you how to milk an idiot. My hands are getting tired."<br/><br/>