The nipples were engorged with enough milk to satisfy the entire village, but these delicious delights would never see the light of day. The nipples are currently in use and well used, and they are much to the delight of the Queen’s daughter as she laps up the feast her mother provides. The mother in question, Queen Annabelle, was a very curvaceous woman. Her figure would be considered overweight, though it wasn’t entirely fat; her body contained a very wide waist and ass that gave the mother of six a voluptuous figure with a set of large and wide birthing hips. She gave birth to three daughters and three sons for her King.
However, that didn’t make her less attractive or unable to satisfy a young centaur’s hunger; her breasts had gotten even larger after her first birth and only kept growing as her body naturally evolved to keep up with her child-bearing. Now they hang like overfilled water balloons filled with warm and freshly brewed milk, which the King loved to suckle and feed from. Her nipples were engorged, and she could squirt out streams of milk at the slightest squeeze; the milk was thick and filled with nutrients, which made it delicious to all her children as she fed them one by one.
Eriwyn loved the intimacy of her mother; in this world, age was not an impediment. Instead, it was just an extension of beauty. Eriwyn was an adult now, and her own breasts were small in comparison, yet still complete enough to fill a young man’s mouth, and her mother had trained her well in being a wet nurse. Though Eirwyn had never taken a child of her own and often found herself suckling on her own mother, who did not mind one bit, as she cradled and comforted her daughter, while Eirwyn lapped up all her mother’s milk like the young adult she was. Queen Annabelle cooed to her child softly as she took a few moments to stroke her cheek; Eirwyn purred softly before unlatching her mouth and smiling at her mother.
“Mother needs a good massage to let me feast. You always give the greatest milk, better than father’s wine,” she says, patting the mounds gently before slowly pulling away, her clothes falling back into place. Her dress had been made especially for nursing, allowing the chest area to open into a small pocket. She began to gently knead at her mother’s breasts, massaging them to help ease any pain they may have had.
“Mmm, you always were such an attentive child, Eirwyn.” The Queen smiles softly, running her hands through her daughter’s long, chestnut brown hair. “And my dear, there is no greater pleasure for a woman than the love of her offspring. The love that transcends all barriers, the love of the milk mother for her suckling child…” Her tone softened to almost a whisper, “You have a gift, my daughter.”
The Queen’s words were valid; the milk’s enchantment was a powerful force, binding those who shared it with the magic of nature and the nurturing bond between mothers and their offspring. The forest, too, held an inexplicable magic – something ancient, a whisper from the trees, the heartbeat of the brook. And it seemed that the Queen and the forest had conspired, the milk, a living, breathing part of the enchantment of life. As Eirwyn savored her mother’s milk, the forest continued to sing its lullaby to the night.
The centaur Chiron’s dark eyes glittered in another part of the woods. His hooves tread silently on the mossy forest floor, his tail swishing idly. The air, thick with the scent of magic and moonlight, hung around him like a cloak, his senses heightened to the ethereal melody of the forest and the soft, muffled sounds from within the cottage. He waited, the forest a silent witness to the unfolding events as if anticipating a grand, natural ritual where the mysteries of the night were about to be revealed.
Chiron’s nostrils flared as he scented the air, the intoxicating blend of magic and the Queen’s essence reaching his keen senses. He felt a deep rumble reverberate in his broad, chiseled chest, the primal instinct of the stallion awakening. Chiron, known for his wisdom and patience, was now a creature driven by a more fundamental urge, a longing etched into the essence of his being. He was torn between his profound respect for the sacred act of nurturing within the cottage’s walls and the undeniable stir of nature within him.
His broad chest heaving, Chiron approached the small clearing just as Eriwyn emerged from her home. The moonlight cast an ethereal glow over her, and her iridescent wings fluttered. Her doe-like eyes met Chiron’s, and a smile played on her lips. Her innocence was mixed with an unspoken understanding. The nymph seemed to have sensed the change in the atmosphere, a new, intoxicating note in the forest’s song. There was something magnetic about Chiron’s presence; she could feel his struggle, the weight of his instincts, and the silent storm within him. “The moon is full,” she said, breaking the silence, her voice a sweet whisper that danced on the breeze.
She approached the mighty creature, her small hand gently brushing against his chest. Chiron stood like a marble statue under her touch, the silent battle within him evident in his clenched jaw and tense muscles. Her fingertips traced a path over his mighty muscles, broad shoulders, and chiseled torso, ending their journey at his waistline.
The forest around them grew silent, and Eriwyn could feel the magic of the Queen’s milk and the enchantment of the woods coursing through her. It was as though the night had stopped breathing, waiting with baited anticipation for the next movement, for the moment that would break the tenuous hold of self-restraint. A breeze stirred, causing her nipples to tingle against the soft fabric of her gown, their erect form outlined clearly. They ached, not from the usual longing of a wet nurse seeking milk but from a different, unexplored desire.
Her words were a whisper, yet they echoed with the intensity of a scream, “Please, drink.” Chiron’s eyes locked onto hers, dark pools of longing before he lowered his head to her chest, the warmth of his breath against her skin. She gasped softly as he moved her gown away and revealed her full breasts, the moonlight caressing them with a silver sheen. Chiron hesitated, his eyes meeting hers as though seeking reassurance. Eirwyn smiled, the understanding passing between them in a single glance, an unspoken consent.
He lowered his mouth to her breast, gently at first, then more hungrily. His tongue began to lap at her nipple, lashing the nub until it started to harden. Eirwyn’s eyes widened at the sensation. She had never experienced this in her years as a nursemaid; her body was aflame, and a sense of overwhelming joy washed over her. Suddenly, she could feel it – her nipple started to pulsate, sending streams of thick white milk spurting into Chiron’s eager mouth.
The feeling of the centaur drinking her milk was electrifying. The warmth of his mouth and the eagerness of his suckling were unlike anything she had ever felt. Each pull of his lips sent waves of pleasure through her, causing her milk to flow in rich abundance, nourishing the centaur she so deeply cared for. Eirwyn wrapped her arms around his strong neck, her hands running through his soft hair and over his rippling back muscles, her wings spread out and trembling with each gulp.
Eirwyn whispered sweet encouragements to him, her voice soft and filled with love and passion. “Yes, my darling. Drink deep and be filled.” Chiron’s hooves stamped lightly as he suckled, his strong tail whipping from side to side as the warm milk coursed down his throat. A low, pleasurable growl rumbled from his chest, vibrating against her breast and heightening her bliss.
She looked down at her beloved friend, his eyes closed in blissful ecstasy. Her milk was everything to him; sustenance and pleasure rolled into one; it had become his entire universe. The forest was alive around them, the leaves whispering their approval and the moon smiling at their tender yet fervent ritual.
As they continued their exchange of milk and affection, a sudden wave of transformation washed over them both. Eirwyn could feel her body changing; the enchantment of the forest and the Queen’s milk were unlocking something deep within her. Her breasts began to swell, becoming more whole and round as the enchanted milk multiplied inside her, filling her with warmth and a pulsing vitality.
Meanwhile, the transformation wasn’t just confined to her. The forest magic and her mother’s milk seemed to course through Chiron as well, igniting a fiery heat in him that spread throughout his entire being. His stallion phallus began to grow and throb with aching desire, hardening into a thick, veiny rod of raw need. His heavy balls hung underneath, swollen with a year’s worth of his stallion seed. He began to shift his hips back and forth as though humping an invisible partner, his movements growing in intensity and speed as his animal instincts started to take over.
But there was more… with each lap and swallow of Eirwyn’s magic-filled milk, his manhood seemed to be getting larger, longer, and harder. His horse phallus was engorged with hot blood, the pink flesh almost crimson as his breeding instinct overpowered his rational mind.
The transformation continued, pushing both Chiron and Eriwyn into new heights of arousal. As the enchantment worked its way through him, a primal need began to override all else, and he found himself becoming a slave to his burgeoning desires. He looked at Eriwyn with a gaze filled with pure lust, and at that moment, Eirwyn knew what was about to happen. With a swift, decisive move, he grasped her, pulling her up onto her back as he turned onto all four hooves, positioning his large equine erection in front of her. His strong arms enveloped her as he gently yet firmly pulled her towards him. The head of his stallion member began to slide across the lips of her sex.
Her eyes widened at the sheer size of his stallion shaft, the enormity of it both daunting and exhilarating. “Oh, Chiron,” she whispered, a mixture of fear and desire in her voice as he began to tease at her opening. The head was slick with precum and the forest’s magic that made her sex glisten and swell. With every nudge of his phallus, the warmth in his groin grew, an inferno of yearning threatening to consume them both.
Chiron pressed his hips forward, and the head of his stallion shaft began to press at the entrance to her sex, her heart racing as the realization set in – this wasn’t just about pleasure; this was a claiming. She was going to become his.
The pressure of Chiron’s stallion member against her opening made her gasp with the mix of pleasure and discomfort she was experiencing. Her arms reached around him, fingers digging into his skin, a gesture that was both encouraging and a desperate hold, as his size seemed to be too much for her tiny body to take.
“Relax…” The Queen called out to Eirwyn.
Eirwyn glanced at her mother in desperation, not fully grasping the situation as Chiron continued his persistent push. The Queen’s calm reassurance was all that kept her together. But this was only the beginning. Despite the Queen’s reassurance, Eirwyn felt overwhelmed by Chiron’s massive size, her small frame shaking from his attempt to breach her tiny opening. Clearly, they were testing her limits, and she wasn’t sure if she could withstand his entire length.
Then, as she watched her mother, the Queen opened her legs, revealing her sex, and in that moment, Eirwyn could feel herself being pushed over the edge. She watched in disbelief as the thick head of the Chiron’s stallion shaft penetrated past her sex’s barrier, his cock starting to plunge into her.
Chiron’s growl reverberated through their chests as Eirwyn clung to him. The feeling was indescribable – a potent mix of pleasure and pain that had her gasping for breath and whispering prayers. She could feel herself being filled, her tiny body stretching to accommodate the incredible length of his stallion member. Each inch that pushed into her sent shivers throughout her body, an intense sensation of being consumed.
His sheer size and force had her moaning, her tiny body straining with his penetration, the pressure of his stallion shaft threatening to split her in two. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close, his chest heaving and sweat forming on their entwined bodies. “I can feel it,” she whispered against his neck. “I can feel every inch of it.” Chiron’s lips brushed against her cheek as he continued his deep and slow invasion of her body, the world outside of their embrace seeming to fade away, becoming just a distant whisper amidst the intense heat they were sharing.
As Eirwyn felt her insides being stretched and molded, a feeling of fullness took hold. The pressure was immense, but the sensation was pure ecstasy; the Queen nodded, the mother proud and happy.