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We ended up back in bed somehow. I had once been oddly proud of the fact that I had a nice, large bed and knowing that I would always have it to myself. No need to share. That is, before the ring. Before it mattered if there was enough room for someone else to sleep with me on. To have sex with me on. Right now we were only cuddling though, and I idly thought this part was even better than the sex. My body didn’t exactly agree with the notion but it was tired enough to just let me rest for now. Sort of. I had my fingers in Regina, and enjoyed hearing her gasps and whimpers as I explored her ever leaking pussy between us. We lay on our sides, completely naked (aside from Regina’s chain jewellery), close enough to taste each other’s breaths. Our heads rested on the same pillow so I could stare into her eyes, and she would occasionally kiss me, softly, a reward for each time I touched her in a way that made her feel especially good.

I couldn’t help looking down at her tits every now and then, at the attractive way they stacked on top of each other like perfect pillows. Her nipples were still gently leaking too. I didn’t mind that she was staining my bed sheets. Marking herself in my bed.

“I changed you…” I said, finding myself staring at her slightly enlarged tits, now constantly full of milk. I had a guilt associated to it that couldn’t be assuaged by it being an accident. She was perfect before… yet somehow she was even more perfect now. The throbbing in my pussy told me so.

“Well I prefer you using your ring on other people… but I’m glad you’re using the ring at all,” she told me, smiling. Since she didn’t mind, I hadn’t bothered to reverse it. I made her drop that smile momentarily as I curled my fingers and searched deeper into her wetness. For a while I just listened to how sopping her pussy was. This sort of casual intimacy had my heart fluttering.

“I have been using the ring though,” I finally admitted, and Regina raised her eyebrows at me. “I’ve been… testing it. It gets warm every time I make it do something, right?” I recalled the sensation of it now…. Just before Brooke gave us the ice cream... In the moment I made Regina lactate. The tinge when I had been doing my other test...

The goddess held her gaze with mine, her mouth hanging open, drooling a bit onto the pillow, my fingers still working her pussy.

“Yes Ringmaster… that’s right…” she moaned, stressing certain syllables in her exposition and making it so sexy. “The bigger the change the hotter it gets… until you’ve mastered its powers of course. If you try to make a change too big before you’re ready… it won’t only be your finger that burns...ahhh….”

“And you know whenever I use it too?” I wondered, enjoying the feeling of her warm arousal running down my knuckles.

“Yes…” She brushed her plush lips on mine for a moment. “Mostly…” Her eyes narrowed but she still smiled. “You’ve tried to be subtle about it haven’t you? These tests you were doing. What did you change? I couldn’t quite tell...”

“Your hair,” I confessed. It felt like a silly thing to admit to, after altering her breasts so profoundly without even really meaning to. “I was… very slowly making your hair grow out. Maybe barely more than a millimeter at a time. I felt the ring tingle around my finger at first but then… after a while it didn’t heat up at all. But I knew I was still doing it.”

She laughed then and moved in to kiss me firmer, flicking her tongue quickly across my teeth. Her grin remained as she broke from my needy lips.

“You want to be sneaky with it hmm? I had another Ringmaster do almost that exact thing as practice. He would change the length of people’s hair randomly, subtly, on the TV…. on the news… ohhhh, Alexi… don’t stop…” Regina closed her eyes and I blinked mine. I almost forgot that I was still fingering her dripping, twitching cunt, distracted by her mention of another past Ringmaster. I noticed the pronoun.

“You’ve had men as Ringmasters too?” I said, more of a realisation than a question. She shuddered, spilling warm juices onto my hand then catching her breath. She kept grinding against my knuckles herself to continue her pleasure.

“Anybody can pick up the ring,” she answered breathily. I remembered how hard it had been to try to take off. “I’ve had all sorts of Ringmasters… mmm… but you…” she leaned in again, her tongue caressing my lips before I opened my mouth again to let her in. I could kiss her for hours and hours. “... you’re the cutest one yet. AHhh!”

I was pressing my thumb to her clit now like it was a buzzer and she buzzed against me. Watching her cum was almost as good as climaxing on my own. I winced then and finally had to stop fingering my love, my wrist sore and my arm starting to cramp. She laughed, not disappointed at all that I was pulling out of her. She kissed me again instead, grateful, and just held my hand for a few seconds. She was caressing the inside of my forearm, our foreheads pressed together.

About a minute passed when she asked “Brooke the shopkeeper is quite pretty, don’t you think?”

I pulled my eyes up to her, coz I just couldn’t help watching the occasional rivulets of milk dribbling from her nipples and down the curve of her breast.

“What?” I blinked and found the image of said pretty shopkeeper in my head. “Oh… I suppose so.” I could tell Regina was watching me carefully, probingly, her smile not quite hidden. I didn’t want to admit anything to my Goddess though, at least not to anything I wasn’t even sure of myself. I did ‘notice’ Brooke for the first time today, in that other needy way… but… “She’s a bit older than me,” I said lamely, wanting an excuse not to think of her even though Regina was the one who brought the woman up. There was a snort.

“Honey, ‘older than you’ doesn’t even begin to describe our age difference,” she told me, and I had to chuckle at that too. She knew I didn’t care about such a thing, I guess before even I knew it, and leaned in conspiratorially. “Maybe you could have two mature beauties fawning over you in this bed then hmm? There’s so much room…”

I stopped myself from thinking about more limbs entangling my sheets, shaking my head. It was like there was an alarm in my mind. I moved in and slid my arms around the naked goddess. My urge to hold her close suddenly overwhelmed me.

“No… I don’t want that,” I told her urgently. “I only want you… oh my god only you…” My heart swelled at my words and I was on top of her. “Only you Regina…” She looked surprised, but not unhappy, and I could feel her lips curling into a smile as I hungrily kissed her and made her my world again.

We fucked through lunch. That is… I sucked on Regina’s breasts for an unhealthy amount of time. I couldn't help it. There were two lovely, heavy tits full of milk for me to alternate between. She made wonderfully obscene noises when I squeezed them. Made her spray sweet warmth onto my tongue or even my face… and then she would lick it off me, enjoying the taste of her own nutrient rich fluids as much as I so obviously did. And sometimes it ran down my neck and my tits too… and her tongue would be there. She greedily nibbled on my nipples as well for the first, though I of course didn’t produce the same effect. But the keen buzzing it sent through me, to have her suck and lick and bite my sensitive nubs, made me want to suck on her all the more. I was… obsessed. I suppose it was the first real fetish I had developed… It was the best feeling to have Regina make me cum with her fingers while her milk flooded my mouth.

I never seemed to get tired of it. But I did get tired. I drifted off to sleep some time after my fifth milk induced orgasm.