Mommy's milk is what a good boy needs

Lunnara got closer to him, watching his expecting and trembling eyes. He looked both as a child waiting for his birthday present and as a lamb being directed to the slaughter. I guess we should have a bit of both them. She sat down and invited the boy to look at her.

"You know, my child, there are perks to declare your love to a lady. Do you know any of them?"

"She... she loves you back?" He asked shyly.

"Of course she does!... but, you remember what happens when you think of me?"

"My dick grows hard..." He said ashamed.

"And?" As she asked she lifted the bear cape that covered him, revealing his stiff instrument.

"I... I start producing cum..."

"You feel it growing in your balls?" She brought a hand to touch the sperm factories, and she touched them gently and carefully. That was enough to make him moan. "You feel their want, their need to release."

"Yes!, Yes I do!"

The dark elf made a worried look. "Then sure, you will understand my own pain."

She then brought slow hands to her attire, undoing her corset and the top of her dress. The boy's eyes stared at her like she was a monster crawling out of his bed. He was scared, but couldn't look away. Soon, the pale and beautiful woman before him released the last of the buttons, and a pair of full breasts came into view. Lunnara hadn't used her magic to make her modest but perky bust any bigger, but she had filled them with nutritious milk and they looked now swollen, in pain and reddened. Her nipples were stiff as rocks, sharp and ready to pierce the stars. Of course it was not normal milk that filled her fun bags, but something more... useful.

"You see how full they are?" She asked while kneading them. The boy's hands were trembling, wanting to touch them by himself. "You made them like this. You said all that beautiful things about me... It is your duty now, your responsibility."

"What should I do?" He asked worried.

"Come, come closer, it is your breakfast, it will satiate your hunger."

At first, he didn't know what to do. He was quick to get closer to her beloved chest, but didn't know how to proceed once he was there. He carefully touched them, feeling their fullness and their softness, he loved that feeling, but did not understand how to exactly 'feed' on them. But in the end, instinct is strong in all creatures, and there is nothing more instinctive that glaring upon an engorged breast and desiring its nipple. When the mouth of the young dragon found it, the sorceress, moaned, satisfied with her child's cleverness.

"Good boy..." She said teasingly. "Be careful, they are quite sensitive... Now, drink it all, like a big boy does." The dragon's hunger was legendarily ravenous, but she had made her milk dense. Soon, he clung to her like a scared animal, the cape that covered him falling to the side. His wondrous and inflated cock came into view, standing proudly, full and stiff. It's tip already leaking it's tasty precum. Lunnara's eyes betrayed her and looked upon the magnificent beast. Careful now, girl. Be patient. Don't fall onto that thing like the cock-hungry whore you are. He must never see you as subservient, he has to earn you, and you must be priceless and rare.

The dragon's eyes burned with desire, the magic of her milk already taking effect in him. She smiled and caressed his cheeks in her most motherly fashion, he started to suck faster with a deranged look. His hips began to bulk by themselves, like he was trying to fuck an invisible woman. She looked at the gorgeous instrument, moving itself up and down, and she imagined how it would feel inside her, how strongly his big boy would fuck her with that incredible piece of meat, but not yet. He is a good boy. He wants to touch it and jerk it off, but he knows he has to await my permission.

He was pleading with his look, tears coming to his eyes. He wanted release, he wanted to express how much he loved her, but she will not allow it. "You have to finish your breakfast, all of it." She said supporting his head with protective hands. "You are almost done. Mommy is so proud of you." She had deserved that word for this magical instant. For him it must not be just a word of a title, but the undeniable truth. It would be the word to cement her authority over him, and he accepted it. He started to suck even faster, his hand clawing into her soft flesh, his mouth gnawing her luscious mounds.

When the last drop was consumed, he fell to the floor exhausted. She knew she wouldn't need to wait much. Soon the milk would have his effect on him.