Lost Lands: Holstaur's Farm

And sucked.

Warm milk burst into his mouth. His taste buds sang. His eyes rolled. He moaned as he drank, gulping down the gush of warm, enthralling milk.

"Ooooh yesss," Tabitha moaned, shuddering with ecstasy. She cradled him against her cushiony tits, pulling him against her bust, her breath growing ragged. "Mmm! That's... ah... that's it, s-sugar. Just suckle my milk. Ah. Good boy. My sweet... ah... sweet boy. Drink mommy's milk. Just... drink..."

"Mmmm," Perrin moaned, his body floating, warm, enthralled. He sucked harder, shuddering with joy as he was filled with the warm weight of her wonderful milk. "Mommy," he moaned weakly around her nipple. "Oh mommy..."

"Oh sugar," Tabitha sighed as she cradled him against her overflowing breasts. "Oh my sweet boy. You have no mmnn... no idea how long I've needed this. Ah!" she gasped, then crooned, trembling in pleasure as Perrin's soft lips worked against her nipples. She rocked against him, stroking his hair, pulling him closer. "Oh yes, Perrin. Mmnnn. You were so... so easy though. Such a sweet... ah... trusting, silly bimbo. Aren't you?"

Perrin could only moan and nod. Lost, drunk on the wonderful ambrosia of the holstaur's milk. Everything felt good. Everything felt soft. Everything felt... wonderful...

"Good thing I found you first," Tabitha laughed breathlessly, her cheeks flushed with maternal pleasure as she looked down at the eager young man at her breast. "Ohh so many nasty demons would just... ahn... loooove to get their hands on... on such a sweet... sensitive... silly bimbo... Ah. But don't worry," she crooned, tugging him closer, enfolding him in her warm embrace. "Mommy's here. And mommy won't let anything happen to her sweet... sugar... boy..."

"Mommy," Perrin moaned adoringly.

"Yes," Tabitha breathed. "Yes..."

And Perrin was falling. Falling. Lost to the sweet warmth of her embrace. He felt her shift, and found himself lying on the ground. Her soft thighs enveloped his hips. He gasped as his cock entered her, and pleasure oozed through him like warm cream.

"Ohhhh mommy," Perrin moaned as she slowly fucked him, her hips beating him into the floor, her breasts bouncing on her chest, milk spurting from her nipples.

"Perrin! Oh fuck. Fuck yes! My good boy. My pretty... mnnnn! Bimbo boy. Yes! Milk your mommy. Drink her... ah... all up! Yes. Yes!"

Perrin cried out, cumming, his cock pulsing inside of her. Filling her mistress with cum, just as she had filled him with cream. Just as she reached down, pulled him up, and filled his mouth with another nipple. He was still so hard. So needy.

But mommy was there. And as she began to bounce on him once more, his cock sloshing into her cunt, he knew she'd be there for her good boy.

Forever.

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Rickard looked out over the farm uncertainly. It certainly looked like the place. Throughout the fields the green stems of vegetables ready for harvest swayed and waved in the lazy wind. The wards around the perimeter fence glowed and pulsed with power. Scratching his head, Rickard finally spotted someone among the fields.

"Hey! Excuse me!"

The young man looked his way, stood. He wasn't wearing much. Just a pair of overalls and a thin shirt, sleeves rolled up, revealing slender arms toned from farm work. He brushed a hand through tousled blonde hair, and in doing so, Rickard couldn't help but notice what looked like a dark band around his throat.

"Hi," Rickard said, holding up the flyer he'd taken down from the crossroad. "Says here you're looking for help bringing in the harvest?"

The young man brightened. "Oh! Fantastic, you came for that. Perfect. We could always use another pair of hands." He stuck his hand through the fence. "Perrin."

"Rickard," he said, shaking Perrin's hand. "This your property?"

"Oh no. I'm just the help," he said, a dreamy expression on his face.

"Ah."

"Yeah. But don't worry," Perrin said, unlocking the gate and opening it wide, inviting Rickard in. "I'll take you to meet the mistress. She's just in the barn at the moment."

"You think she'll hire me?"

"Of course," Perrin said, walking with him towards the barn. "But you'll need to take a condition. A warded contract," Perrin said, touching the band on his throat. "Nothing serious. You just can't disobey a command on the grounds."

"She keeps you on a tight leash, huh?"

Perrin laughed boyishly. "She does," he said, eyes shining with love. "But don't worry," he said, looping an arm around Rickard's shoulders as he guided the other man towards the barn, a distant thump of machine just audible. "As long as you're a good boy, everything will be just... wonderful..."