Milked Dry and a Shady New Commission
There were absolutely no additions. I swear on my life, I didn't have even the tiniest speck of such intentions—not a mote of dust left on a wiped-down table.
"...Dia! Stop biting!"
I hissed softly, but Claudia just mumbled something unintelligible. Not that I could hear it anyway, with her mouth stuffed full of breast. If anything, the vibrations she couldn't let out reverberated through my body, teasing me so much I had to bite back a moan.
Cecil, refusing to be outdone by our tussle, worked her mouth with a smacking chomp-chomp, nibbling weakly. I worried about teeth marks on my breasts. Not that anyone would see them... but I'd see them in the mirror. Well, a potion would erase them anyway... Still, I didn't have some refined hobby of enjoying pain, so I had to stop her. I warned her again not to bite, and Cecil immediately went back to swirling her tongue with wet slurping sounds.
She diligently flicked the perky, swollen nipple up and down, then engulfed the breast whole and sucked hard. As for Claudia... well. She'd said something about needing to drain both sides for balance and offered to help... but her tongue work felt way too lewd for that. How lewd? Hard to put into words. If Cecil was just innocently tapping away, discovering the best way to coax out more milk... Claudia wrapped her tongue around the nub like she was savoring it, licking with that slightly rough beastkin texture. Every raspy drag made my hips twitch, then writhe in delicious ache.
"B-both of you, go a little easier... I haven't taken the potion yet, so it hurts..."
"Ahaha, it tastes so good, Asha-nim."
Cecil replied around a mouthful of milk.
"We're not even touching anywhere else—why does it hurt?"
Claudia pulled off briefly to whisper, her breath hot. Heat flooded my face. She chuckled softly, then latched back on. Her sharp fangs pressed lightly into my skin. To dilute the sensation, I stroked Cecil's head. Our eyes met—those ruby reds focused solely on my breast, folding softly in bliss. Staring into them eased my irritation a bit.
A twinge of pain came from the other side. Looking down, golden eyes stared back, brimming with dissatisfaction. Does she want pets too? I raised a hand tentatively, and her tail wagged furiously. Was she not even trying to hide it, or flaunting it on purpose...? Whatever her intent, my eyes feasted. The wolf beastkin beauty with her cool, sharp black hair and wild aura clung to me with a relaxed expression... Honestly, it was a little stimulating. Add in that stunning body—taut muscles blending with soft curves... The only issue? Her mouth latched firmly on my tit, suckling away. That one fact shattered the fantasy.
If I hadn't ended up with this body... none of this would be happening. ...Not that I'm complaining.
"Eut...!"
Claudia sucked harder in protest, demanding pets. I finally ran my hand through her inky black hair. Her wolf ears atop her head perked and flapped cutely. Adorable... If she weren't nursing... The warmth of her tail brushing my skin made Cecil eye it jealously. Doesn't Cecil have a tail too? I thought inanely, gripping my trembling hips.
Maybe because she was competing with Claudia, Cecil wasn't erect like yesterday. Something hard might be tenting her dress out of sight... but nothing poked or prodded me right now. Truth be told, I was the problem. Stimulation poured into my breasts nonstop. Hard sucks paired with soft licks. Nips from fangs, grinds from jealous teeth. Gentle suckling tickled by teasing tongue flicks. One side was plush and smooth, the other faintly raspy. Being drained from both for "balance" felt ridiculous, but my body quivered faster from the contrasting sensations.
They were helping me, at least nominally, so with hands resting on silver and black locks... I came lightly. Familiar now—the head going whoosh, hips bucking, muscle ache settling in. My crotch grew slick and damp. I bit my lip and pushed their heads away.
"O-okay, that's enough for today. We'll be at this all night otherwise..."
Suppressing my ragged breaths, I said it. Cecil, looking satisfied from all the milk, beamed milk-smeared lips as she pulled off.
"Thank you for the meal, Sha'a-nim!"
"...Y-yeah."
My face burned for multiple reasons. Claudia sniffed around my face before pulling away, a strange smile playing on her lips.
"I drank well too, Sha'a."
"...You two head down to the workshop first."
"Can you make it down alone?"
"...Yeah. I'll be right there, so go with Cecil. Cecil, once you're down... make some potions."
Cecil nodded vigorously with an "Understood!", and Claudia stretched before they left through the door. Now alone on the bed, I lifted my clothes to reveal the wet stain soaking into the sheets. I watched it vanish completely, mirroring my desire to erase it, then dragged my creaky body up.
Shambling to the bathroom, I stripped off the milk-, sweat-, and other-soaked mess, wiping down with a dry towel. The rough fibers stung a bit. Maybe I should buy something softer... In the mirror, a light pink-haired girl with green eyes stared back, teeth marks dotting her breasts. This can't be me. Vowing to return to my original body, I set the towel aside.
Body mostly dry, I rummaged for clothes. ...Somehow, Ariel must've slipped in some panties—I had no idea when. I hated wearing them, but no choice. Feeling the cool, soft fabric... I put them on. Skipped the top since it didn't fit anyway. Wasn't planning to wear a bra regardless.
Next, something to wear under the robe... Nothing. Well, one thing. Laundry must've backed up. Only option: the negligee Cecil brought or the one Ariel paid for on a whim. I'm losing it. Couldn't go down naked, so I grabbed it, suppressing the urge to rip off the frills. The soft fabric whispered over my skin as I slipped it on, then draped the robe over. ...Huh. Kinda works. If I gathered my messy hair into a single braid and added glasses, I'd look like an intellectual, mature woman—shake it off. What was I imagining so naturally? Rebeliously striking a masculine pose twisted me up like a wrung-out rag from the soreness. Too tired even for self-pity, I dragged my listless body downstairs to the workshop.
Descending carefully, Cecil—mid-potion-making—rushed over beaming. "You look great!" Claudia had a similar reaction. Ignoring their fuss, I held out a hand to Claudia. She smirked and handed over a small pouch. I carefully checked the contents, combined with my stock, and whipped up healing potions. Claudia let out an impressed gasp beside me.
"Sha'a really has talent... huh?"
"...So you thought I didn't until now?"
"Never seen you work firsthand. Even beat-up, you do this... Makes me greedier~?"
A sudden chill hit me. "...No idea what you're thinking, but drop it. Not interested."
Claudia just smiled mysteriously, saying nothing. Swallowing the potion, I felt my aches melt away. Must've been worse than I thought for the relief to hit so dramatically. Settling my body after the potion, I started chatting with Claudia.
Originally a regular spot for commissions... ahem. Anyway. Usual talk flowed. If anything stood out, it was her wanting fewer long-distance jobs. Obvious motives, but no reason to block it. She'd been accommodating me anyway. Then, to make up for it, Claudia dropped an unexpected offer. I rubbed my chin, nodded. Smelled like money.
A cluttered space oddly reminiscent of Asha's workshop. A red-haired woman rolled a pristine white pill across her palm, muttering.
"...Eat this and it grows?"
And it vanishes harmlessly after one go. Dismissing the absurd effect, she drummed the desk.
"Rumors say it leaked from Ariel-nim's place... but her? Making this?"
One of the two she'd painstakingly acquired was already dismantled for analysis—no results. Curiosity mounting, she bit her lip in realization.
"...Astarote Asha. That bastard."
Rotten jerk. Muttering, she stomped off in a huff.