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Milkmaid

Summary:

Baldr enjoys Alma's breasts in the scullery.

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Baldr came to check up on her in the scullery after his meeting. He just wanted to see how she was, he said. He just wanted to make sure she was okay, he said.

What he did to greet her was start sucking on her earlobe and working his way down, abruptly pushing open her fur vest and just staring a moment. She wouldn't have minded so much except Dufnall in the corner, blatantly watching Baldr's assault on her breasts. She tried not to catch sight of him idly chewing on a rat tail as his wrinkly old cock swelled in his trousers.

Baldr hummed his amusement, bending to suckle at her engorged breasts, kneading with his big hands and pinching the tips. Her nipples dribbled a little bit and he laughed low, the reverb going straight to her cunt. He did this every single afternoon and evening without fail since she'd started swelling up. He joked, half-serious half not, he and Drafli were going to keep her pregnant until she hit menopause. She didn't hate the idea, to be honest.

She squirmed and whined when he set her on the counter so he could suckle without hurting his neck. Made encouraging sounds as his tongue rolled around the sensitive tips. Her nails roved over his scalp, tightened as he gave each a little nip. Squeezed and kneaded until another droplet beaded. He swiped it off with his thumb and sucked. Was there a more arousing sight?

"Pretty," he murmured, staring half-lidded.  "I need to keep you milked so your teats don't hurt, ach?" A teasing smile.

"Right," she breathed, trying to ignore the wet slapping noises and asthmatic grunts from the corner.

His cock pressed against her swollen belly through his trousers, the heat making her eyes flutter. Baldr said something about her being his pretty little milk cow and how he wanted some cookies to go with his milk. He could get quite worked about this given the chance. He did it in front of Drafli some, but when it was just them he went nuts. Telling her how much he loved her tits and belly this way, how he'd keep her rounded with his seed until it was biologically impossible.

He took out his cock and placed it between her breasts, smearing them with his sticky come. The gold scraped when he had her properly greased, and pushed her tits together. Groaning at the hot flesh sliding against her smooth skin.

She moaned low when he rubbed his cockhead against her nipple, pulling back his gold so his slit was situated against her. The true orc's kiss tugged at her softly, sucking in just a bit at her. They both shivered and laughed at the contact. He did it on the other side, spurting yet more spunk over her tits. She grabbed at his shaft and pumped him while he ran a hand under her skirts. Slid his middle finger from clit to taint, pleased to find her wet with desire.

They masturbated each other at an unhurried pace, with him pausing to swipe seed over her nipples and lapping it off. It wasn't long before he was groaning his release and splattering her with hot, sweet seed. The tips of her breasts drooled as she clenched around his fingers. It wasn't long before he was suckling again and feeding her fingerfuls of come. His softened length stirred again, but she pulled back before he could press on.

"I've really got to finish up here," she said trying to sound reluctant. It was mostly difficult trying to not grimace at the freshly laundered bedsheets getting baptized by Dufnall's spunk, then him curling up in them to take a nap. He smacked his lips like a typical old person and fell asleep. The dark side of voyeurism.

"Ach," he said, pushing his finger in her mouth once more with the silent command to suck. She did. "Drafli wants to plough you after supper... I expect I will too." He gave her tits one last squeeze, and leaned in for a kiss.

When he left, Alma couldn't decide whether to disturb Dufnall in his sleep or not. She didn't have much choice when Drafli came in moments later, bearing both the box of sponges she'd asked for and an enormous erection. Surely to repeat the process. Drafli was enjoying the pregnancy as much as Baldr was.