She is addicted to breastmilk!

"She is addicted..." Said Lunnara with her soft and troubled voice.

"Addicted to what?" Asked Isolde, with fury in her eyes.

"Please, don't make me..."

"I am. Speak."

"...Milk." Said she softly.

"Milk? What the fuck does that mean?"

"I have said too much. I have to go." The disguised elf got up of her seat almost too quickly for her drunken state and soon she was running away for the party. Isolde got up and chased her with a devious grim. You will not escape me, whore. The crone was not that fast and she got to her with little to no effort. Soon, the old woman found herself on the floor and Isolde was on top of her, with the knife pointing directly to her neck. They were alone in that corridor. Isolde did not need to pretend niceness now. "Speak to me, worm. What is this queen's adiction?"

"She... oh gods, please." She was trembling and sobbing, tears running down her face.

"Don't test my patience, hag. It's running sort and I will have no problem ending your life here, in the shadows and away for any looks. Do you think that there is a law to protect you? Your 'queen' is but a war trophy of our glorious King and you are our prisoner, our property, MY PROPERTY. SPEAK. NOW."

Lunnara lowered her eyes, surrendering herself to the situation."We... we though it was a normal thing at first. All babies love to be breastfed, it's just natural! but she... she kept that need, she needs to... feed... every day. She keeps this two women with her, she has them chained and naked, and refers to them as cows, she makes them crawl on all fours and mooing instead of talking... She forces them to lactate with potions and magic."

"Magic, you say?" Isolde couldn't not hide her grim. This was her chance to destroy her, it was too good to be true.

"She is a good girl, a kind soul, but when it comes to... to this... she gets ravenous, she only thinks about getting her milk and it scares me, I fear for her soul! We all do! We have caught her looking at other women's breast with desire, even yours!"

"Is that so?" Isolde searched in her memories then. It was true that the queen had clearly looked at her breasts but she had discarded it as a show of natural competitiveness. But if she desires me... She them saw a crystal clear image: of Karla sucking her breasts, looking up to her with desire and adoration, being her dog, and the redhead lips said gentle words. She smiled at that image, thinking it was a product of her vivid imagination. Little did she know that Lunnara had created the illusion of that vision and had casted it inside of her mind. "This is what we will do, lady Lunnara. You will bring me to these women, right now, chained or not."

The crone obeyed, and soon they were in the servant's chambers, were the cottage of the new queen had stayed. "Mommy! Why are you?..." A blonde peasant girl showed herself as they opened the door. Oh, so the old adviser has a daughter. Another weakness to be exploited by me. In that moment, the blonde girl noticed her presence and reacted like a nervous mess. "Oh, princess! I'm Sorry, I didn't saw you. I'm Myrce, at your service, and I salute you, oh great..."

"Be quiet, peasant. We are not here for you... show me the cows."

Myrce lowered her head and show her to an adjacent room, where they found them: Two woman with extremely generous breast, chained together in a weird pose, naked save for the chains and leather that bound them, their nipples stiff and as teary as their eyes, the milk dropped out of them in generous rivers. They both wore wooden ball gags, and had their legs gently spread by a crude metal bar, their hands chained behind her back. The one in the left had weirdly red skin, probably one of those weird elven subspecies that live in the forest, the right one was a blonde. They looked at her with fearful an teary eyes.

"Does the queen really approves of this?" Asked the princess.

"She insist on it." Said Lunnara. "The chains specially."

Isolde could not hold back her laugh. "What a sad spectacle you all are." She brought her fingers to one of the cow's nipple, the blonde one. She pinched it only to see the milk flow denser and travel the contour of her wondrous breast, an then fall at the woman's feet. "By the gods, you really are a bunch of disgusting whores!" She found her eyes following the course of the white bead, licking her lips and wondering how it would taste, but she quickly discarded the notion. This was her gold mine and it was for her to exploit it.

But how?