<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/Dhampir_Sorceress.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mephis<del>Daphoinos</del><br/><strong>Race:</strong><del>Ḩ̸̉å̴̱l̷̤͒f̷̺̎-̶̨̚E̴͖̾l̶̯̓f̷͓̒</del>Dhampir<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Sorcerer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer, Divine Mark, Harlot's Mark, Slave of Lord Victor Balebrook, Traitor to Atlantica,<em>Inspired</em><br/><hr/>Once Muula got her top off, Mephis climbed up into the minotauress's lap. Facing the much larger woman, her legs were straddling the other woman's waist and her butt was resting rather firmly on the growing bulge that the minotauress was developing, though the dhampir was at least managing to avoid shifting around too much, which she was fairly sure would only stimulate the other woman further. The two buckets were soon passed over to Muula, along with instructions for the minotauress to hold them up under her breasts while the slave girl went to work.<br/><br/>Mephis did her best to listen as everyone else began introducing themselves, but massaging and milking the massive cow woman before her was something of a full-time job on its own. Her hands reached up to knead and squeeze both of the full, swollen breasts, the thin trickles of milk already escaping them quickly turning into more substantial streams of sweet-tasting white liquid. At that point, the dhampir turned in the minotauress's lap, a movement that definitely caused some lovely grinding pressure on the woman's flesh, and reached back for the cups. Each one was filled full of warm, frothy white milk, fresh from the source, and afterwards there was more turning and twisting, more teasing and, admittedly, at this point rather deliberate grinding, in Muula's lap.<br/><br/>"Although, I guess I'm kinda in the same boat with all this Zatash corruption though."<br/><br/>"You and me both~" The dhampir couldn't help but softly and somewhat teasingly purr out at one point, in response to the minotauress's words. She kept her voice very soft and quiet, however, not wanting to interrupt the conversation that was happening while she worked.<br/><br/>Once the drinks were poured and served, the dhampir turned her attention more fully to the massive pair of breasts before her. Her hands came up to each one, giving them a much firmer squeeze this time, before her fingers slid up to the cow woman's by now quite prominently erect nipples. At this point, she finally began to make motions that were more like someone properly milking a cow, her fingers closing around each nipple, gently tugging on both without squeezing or pinching them too hard. Now, firm squirts of milk began to splash down into both pails with each tug of her fingers...<br/><br/><em>I'm sorry for trying to lie to the Lord Balebrook, especially when I didn't have to.  I panicked and just fell back on old habits.</em><br/><br/><em>It's alright, I understand.</em>When Ionli's mental voice touched her mind again, Mephis was able to give a warm, though slightly distracted response.<em>It's still your first time being out in the world and traveling, right? I can see how it would be easy for you to panic when you're out on your own like this.</em><br/><br/>As for why she was distracted, at this close range, the sweet scent of the milk filling those pails on either side of her was certainly starting to get to her by this point. Her hunger was getting stirred up again, which meant in turn that her mind was being filled with all sorts of tantalizing imaginings about the big, beautiful, brown-furred body before her...