Arguing over which game to play on International Tabletop Day: Drewbert wants to play The Resistance, but Mona wants to play a game that has meeples and pips she can eat. #Drewbert #Gamebert #ItsMonaTime #ToPlay #corgi #TabletopDay
"Lamby, what is that?" You rest your chin on your lover's shoulder. "Potion for a local lady's wetnurse." He replies. "A potion, what for?" You frown. "To make her milk drop, of course." He says.
"Are you having an erection?" You ask. Lambert flusters and tries to hide his crotch. But you have long since spotted him. You giggle and slide your hands to his breeches.
"Well well, what have we here?" You cup him over top of his trousers. Lambert grinds into your hand. "You want a piece of that?" He growls. "I most certainly do." You reply.
Lambert turns to you.
You begin to undo the laces of his breeches. "Wait." He says. It is not very common for him to stop you in your tracks. You look up at him. "What's the matter, luv?" You ask him.
"I want you to take it." Lambert says hoarsely. "What?" You blink in confusion. Lambert reaches to the table and grabs a vial. "Please." He whispers.
"What will it do to me?" You ask. "Just, makes you make milk for a couple of hours." He replies. "Right away?" You furrow your brow. Lambert nods eagerly. "It takes like five minutes for the magic to fully work." He says.
His cock is twitching in his breeches.
You tentatively take the vial from him and look up him. "Fuck yeah." Lambert hisses. You pull the cork from the vial. Lambert licks his lips. His eyes are trained on your mouth.
You bring the vial to your lips and upend it.
It takes mere minutes for you to feel your breasts sort of harden. Lambert looks at you like a hawk. He can smell every little thing changing in your body.
“Undress.” He says, demanding.
You oblige, taking off your dress and your shift. “Smalls to, I will want to fuck you.” Lambert hisses. You pull down your smallclothes. Lambert growls lustily.
He backs you up to the cot in the corner. It is not much, but it will do.
You flop down and Lambert crawls on top of you. There is such intense greed in his eyes.
He cups your breasts, giving a hearty squeeze. You moan and milk trickles down the swell of your chest. “Fuck yeah.” Lambert swears.
He leans in to lick your breast clean and then latches onto your nipple. You can't help a lusty moan. Both your breasts start to express right away.
Lambert fumbles to fish his cock out of his breeches. He gives himself a few firm, fast jerks. He is so fucking turned on.
You had no idea that this is such a thing for him.
Lambert groans against your flesh. He takes deep gulps of your milk. All the while jerking himself off.
"Let me do that." You cooe. You gently replace his hand with yours. "Oh ... oh gods." Lambert whimpers. His voice is so desperate that your core clenches in response. A little wetness dribbles from you.
Lambert switches breast and trails his hand down to your folds. Without further ado he thrusts two fingers into you. You cry out in pleasure.
While Lambert fucks you with his fingers and suckles on your nipples, you jerk him to a noisy completion. He spends himself over your belly. But his erection is not going down.
He refuses to waste a single drop of your milk. And it is still absolutely gushing from your nipples. You have no idea why your breasts seem to know no control. Maybe because this is the first time you lactate. Or maybe it is the potion.
Has Lambert put something extra in the potion?
"Fuck, I want you to fucking cum for me." Lambert growls. He arches his fingers into your g-spot. "Just a little more." You moan breathlessly. He understands what you need.
His thumb swipes over your clit. "Oh!" You cry out. You are dangling on the edge. "I need to fuck you." Lambert grunts.
He withdraws his finger and is quick to replace them with his cock. And all the while he is still sucking your tits.
He fucks you while slamming his cock into you in a slow, deep pace. And he is groaning and moaning uncontrollably. This is absolutely what gets him going wild.
He has shown you his weakness. You have got his heart and his balls in the palm of your hand. And by the gods are you going to use this.
You rake your hands through his hair.
"You're being so good for me, Lamby." You cooe. Lambert groans. Evidently you have found yet something else he wants out of this. "Good boy." You whisper, massaging his scalp. "Fuck, fuck yes." Lambert whines around your nipple.
His thrusts slow. But they are still just as deep. He grunts and groans, hos suckling growling sloppy. He is delirious with lust.
"Good boy, you are being such a good boy for me." You whisper. "Fu-fuck." Lambert whines. His pelvis stutters. He spends himself inside you with a couple of uneven thrusts.
"Good boy." You praise him, pressing him closer against your still full breasts.
