She needs to be milked too

As she exposed her cock, its spells were immediately in effect. Myrce's eyes opened in all its wide extension. She muted an adorable 'oooh' as she just saw a miracle take place in front of her. "It is beautiful". She was quick to say.

"It sure is." Answered the mischievous elf with a grim "Now, here is what Mama did not tell you. When she said you have to be subservient to a husband she really meant this." She made the cock wobble a little as she spoke. "When she tells you that she miss Papa, she really means this."

"I.. heard about this, but... I couldn't see it. I once tried to see the one that papa had. I had heard how much mama liked it all the night, she screamed 'more, more' and 'I love it' but she didn't let me see."

"That's because your mama wanted it all to herself. She wanted daddy all to herself, but a good girl knows it is better to share. Go on, touch it."

Myrce brought her petite hands up and touched the glorious phallus of the dragon. "It is warm", she said as she felt the pulsating meat, she palpated every inch of it, her fingers played with the head and went all the way down to the base where Lunnara's pussy still was, now permanently gaped to leave way for the everhard dick to come out. She played with her labia and clitoris too, and she never stopped smiling.

"It's this what husbands have?" She asked.

"Not all of them. Mine is special."

"How so?"

"It's a bigger boy and it craves for bigger attention. That's why I have to find a good girl to take care of it. I think you can be that girl, and I can be your husband if you like."

"You find me pretty enough?" She said with dove eyes.

"I find you most pretty, my sweet Myrce. Go on, give it a shake."

"Like ...with the cows?"

"Be gentler."

Her smile widened as she speak proudly. "I'm always gentle with my girls. They like my hands the better, Mom doesn't know how to be nice enough." She started her handjob with a surprising expertise, her hands already in perfect synchrony. "I always know how to get the most milk out of them, I know when they want me to be gentler and when to be harsh. I don't speak cow but I can feel it, just with my touch."

She wasn't lying about that statement and soon proved to be skilled in pleasuring her. As Lunnara started to moan, Myrce was able to tell which parts were more sensitive, which movements felt better. She was a natural and she loved it, she liked to do a good work and be praised for it. If this girl had ended in the underdark she would have been an expensive ****, maybe worthy of servicing a matriarch. Her instinctive knowledge is overwhelming... She will be a nice addition. Lunnara moaned as she felt her orgasm closer as the petite hands work on her with determination. The girl's gaze was completely focused on her prey, her faced utterly serious and determined to prove that she was worthy of being taken as a wife.

"Oh, my sweet Myrce... it hurts so much. My milk... my milk is going to come out, all thanks to you. You are a sweet girl, my sweet sweet Myrce."

"When it comes out... can I taste it? please?"

Lunnara widened her grin."I don't know, Myrce... that's a very personal thing."

"Please, please, please. You always have to taste the first jet of every cow, otherwise is bad luck and the crops won't grow. All farmers know that. Pleeease."

"Alright, but if you want to do this you have to do it well. You have to kiss it and you have to swallow all of it like a good girl. Not a single drop can fall on the floor, it must all go down into your belly so you can go to sleep like a well-fed girl or it will really be bad luck. You think you can do it?"

"I can" She said, determined.

"Go on, kiss it. Take the whole thing in your mouth."

Myrce was eager to serve, and her lips were ravenous. She closed her eyes with the first taste, and once the cock was inside her mouth she wouldn't wanted to go anywhere, like a child who discovers her new favourite toy. She didn't have to instruct her any further. She knew how to suck a good cock in the same instinctive way and soon Lunnara was cumming down her throat with diluvial strength. She hold the teenager head with both of her hands, but she did not try to go away. She took it all, not once she gasped.

Not a single drop touched the floor.