Watch as Liens pumps her breast milk for you

The average saintess was something of a celebrity, but more in the way where the average citizen lights up upon hearing they're in the presence of a legendary saintess. Their individual names didn't tend to spread around so much as the combined valor of all of the deeds of their class. Liens Whitespark, however, was a different sort of saintess-- before she was known as one, she'd been known as a celebrity in her own right, a genius inventor who'd revolutionized defense systems and led development on new types of engines the kingdom had never seen before.

All of this was to say: you felt an awkward sort of starstruck as you watched her untie her apron, set it aside, then hook both of her mitts underneath her turtle-necked wool top to begin pulling it up and over her head. Her ordinary outfit did little to hide her body type, which was pretty unusual for that of a saintess: far on the heavy side with pale flesh, even whiter than that of the typical forest elf. A corset was in fashion for women of her size these days, but she didn't bother with any of that, and the soft folds of her flesh were evident as soon as the garment cleared them, with a relatively pronounced belly to go along with the swell of her breasts and curvature of her hips. She set it aside roughly, along with her discarded leather cap and goggles. The gloves stayed on, but otherwise, she was reduced to just the tight black leggings, strained against the considerable size of her thighs, and a plain, beige-colored bra. It would have been flesh toned on most women, but here, her skin was so thoroughly white that it stood out as a spot of color.

She shook her bluish hair, then ran the fingers of her glove through it irritably. Liens wasn't the type to take any stock in that part of her appearance. Predictably, short as it was, her hair was a frizzled mess once the cap was off. Still, she looked so different without her work clothes on that you couldn't help but stare.

The saintess lowered her eyebrows with a grouchy glare. "It's too late to be disappointed now. I don't care about make-up and diets and all that other shit the other saintesses care about. If you don't like the way I look, then. You know. Take it up with Geod."

You shook your head, reassuring her that the reason for your gawking was nothing of the sort.

For a moment, you wondered if she'd ask you to explain further, but it seemed she wanted to move on past the topic, despite bringing it up herself. With a heavy sigh, she set down upon her work-bench, then set to work unhooking her bra. The size of the thing was pretty impressive. The odor of it was... noticeable. How you felt about the distinct odor of sweat soaking a saintess's bra was a matter to be known only by you and Geod.

A moment later, it was off, revealing her rather heavy bosom. The pink nipples there were another spot of color on her pallid body, but even those were a bit pale in color, perhaps telegraphed by how little color she tended to have in her lips. That said, as soon as they were exposed, you saw a new pinkness begin to rise into her cheeks, reaching to the long, pointed tips of her ears. "Can't believe I'm doing this. All cause of some religion I don't even believe in. This is crap."

Before you could apologize, she raised one of her hands with the palm outward.

"Save it. It's crap, whatever you say. But you're okay. Even if it's crap. So don't worry about your part in it," she spoke through her clenched teeth, preempting whatever pity you might take on her. "Let's just get this over with."

Looking at her, half-undressed with her womanly features exposed, you didn't find it so hard to imagine her as a mother now. In fact, when you realized the tips of her nipples were already extended, as though they were ready to start dispensing elven milk with or without the pump, it was hard to see her as anything else.

"... Okay, now I'm starting to get pissed. I can tell. You're imagining something really unpleasant. You are, right? You're thinking of me as a wife. Somebody's mother. All that shit. Don't," she reminded you, while bringing the pump's transparent head up to cup onto one of her plump breasts. It fit neatly over the nipple, as though it had been perfectly specified for her all the way back when it was still in the angelic workshop. How odd, that it should now find itself employed in another workshop-- definitely not the kind of tool that ordinarily had any place in a craftsman's shop.

Liens fiddled with the switch on top of the machine-- it took less than a second to prime it for extraction. The machine began to hum and emit a light, blue glow, much as you'd seen from Liens' own golems that surrounded Missionaire and your camp for defense. It seemed the angel's technology and her experimental elven technology probably ran off the same principles.

It would actually pretty fascinating to ask her a bit about it, if you weren't so distracted by the rest of the scene. The transparent sucker of the pump began to whir, somewhat like the box itself had, and more importantly, it began to make a noise. You couldn't place it...

"It's suction. It's like a vacuum. Do you know what that is? Don't. Why would you. It's-" Liens began to explain, then shut one eye and brought her glove up to the lower side of her face. Rather than just biting a thumb, she completely covered her mouth in the grip of one hand, stifling some kind of reaction. You could see a light trickle begin to move through the tubes connecting the machine's storage container to the elf's breasts. It wasn't quite as pronounced an effect as you imagined. Perhaps, even if Liens did have some genetic predisposition to lactate, she didn't produce a lot? You watched her chest, curiously, but the tip of the nipple in use was now difficult to see, as the transparent cup was clouded over with some sort of condensation.

You thought the container was actually a bit ridiculous, in hindsight. Whatever was extracted, it wouldn't come close to filling that part up, at least at this rate.

The elf was uncharacteristically silent, not even grumbling, as the machine began to whir harder. Your eyes widened as you watched the tube-- there was suddenly more of that swirling white liquid shooting through it, now in bursts, along with every shake of the cup latched onto her breast. The pinkness in her cheeks spread further and you noticed that the other nipple had begun to lactate as well, even without the machine working it. You thought it looked like it was begging to be sucked on...

Liens broke up the party by flicking off the machine, once a little pool had formed in the container. "Eyugh. Not comfortable. Feels... weird. I mean. I guess for mothers it's probably a pretty comfortable alternative. To other methods. But for me. Who doesn't need to do it? Kind of a pain," she grumbled, still hiding the lower half of her face with her hand as she spoke through her glove. She gave another big sigh, then moved the cup to her left breast. "Now the other one..."

You told her she really didn't have to do both. She'd given you the demonstration you needed.

"It feels weird doing just one. Trust me. I'm doing the other now," the elvish inventor spoke over your protest, then reactivated the machine. Her flesh seemed to quiver all over with the shaking of the machine, as she closed both eyes tightly now, trying hard not to make any gasp of pain, arousal, or anything else that might undermine her own dignity. Still, you heard her release a deep gasp when the machine hit full speed again. "Shit," she swore under her breath, moving her hand from her mouth to the exposed right breast.

It seemed like she was massaging it... Was this turning her on?

"Idiot. I'm not masturbating," she growled, as though mind-reading was one of her saintess powers. "It's just kind of tender. After the pump. That's all."

When the process was finished, the container actually had a pretty surprisingly healthy little pool of milk. A nice meal for any baby nearby. Definitely not for a full, adult-sized human to drink.

Of course, it now seemed like kind of a waste to just throw it out-

"You're not thinking of drinking that, are you? It's not healthy. Grown men shouldn't do that. We're throwing it out."

It seemed some fantasies weren't meant to be. Besides, if you getting a taste of elven milk was ever to come to pass, it'd be better to get it straight from the fountain, so to speak. Perhaps you could revisit that possibility somewhere down the line.

Liens gave another big sigh, leaning back on her stool, which seemed to creak against her weight. She was massaging both breasts with her hands now, while leaving the pump at your feet. "That was actually kind of exhausting. You're not getting out of it now. The dick pump. Don't consider it an option to leave this room. Until you pump your dick. Understood? But first, I'm going to dump out the container. Unsanitary. Needs a wash. We don't need my milk, but. We do need your cum. For the experiments."

She stood up, shaking the boards of her workshop beneath her weight, then grabbed the square liquid container out of the pump's back. It popped out with a satisfying klunk. Liens took it to her workshop's water supply to give it a good scrubbing. You watched her figure from behind as she worked. After all of this, it certainly was going to be easier to get hard for the semen extraction.