Bordertown, Part IV: The Lactation Ritual

Millie was still sitting on the counter, looking uncertain, when Morag came back into the kitchen. "Alright, toots, I've gotta raid your kitchen. Is that alright?" Morag was filled with confidence, and when the goat nodded her assent she went about her work.

Morag retrieved several herbs from the kitchen pantries, as well as some oils and a big pot. She threw them all in, grinding a few in a mortar and pestle first, and filled the pot with water. Once everything was assembled Morag started a little fire and set the pot atop it. An earthy aroma soon permeated the kitchen.

"Just so you know," Morag said, stirring the pot, "we'll both have to be naked for this."

"Oh," Millie said, blushing.

"Is there somewhere... private we can go?"

"Well... there's a storage room we could use... but it's pretty close to our bedroom, and --"

"It'll do. Lead the way, toots."

Millie led Morag to an empty room in the back of the inn. Morag carried the pot, careful not to spill any of her mixture.

When they got to the room, Millie closed the door behind Morag, then went to the center of the room. "Is this okay?" she asked.

"Perfect." Morag sniffed. "So strip already."

Millie blushed deeply. "Okay..." she said softly. She began to undress as Morag set the pot on the floor. When Morag looked up, Millie was totally nude. Morag shook her head with approval -- Millie may have been the bustiest creature the fox had ever seen.

Morag stripped, too, pulling her tunic up over her head and casting it to the floor.

Now that they were both nude, Morag could continue. "Alright, Millie, get comfortable."

Millie nodded and knelt down. Her fists were hanging over her lap, occasionally clenching as signs of her anxiety.

"So first thing I'll need to do is cleanse your chest," Morag said. "I'll be right back." She hurried into the kitchen and quickly came back with a wet cloth. "Okay." The fox brought the cloth to Millie's breasts, making the goat shudder at its chill. But Morag was... gentle, and tender, as she wiped down the goat's chest.

"So now that you're symbolically clean," Morag explained, "I can begin applying the mixture." She stuck her hand into the pot, which by this point had cooled, and hefted a fistful of gunk. "You'll need to wash a few times before the smell is totally out, but I think it smells kinda good." Morag brought her hand to Millie's breast.

"Oh," Millie sighed as the fox's hand made contact with her chest.

"Is this okay?"

"Yes," Millie said, blushing. "I'm just... sensitive."

"Well, I can tell you there's definitely milk in there."

Millie smiled hopefully. "Really?"

Morag nodded. "Mmhmm. This'll help us get it out." She gently massaged Millie's titanic udders, kneading her pillowy flesh, making sure the mixture soaked through everywhere she touched. Millie's nipples stiffened, thick and dark.

It was hard to tell how long it took, but by the time Millie's breasts were totally coated in the herbal mixture Morag's arms were good and tired. She was gettin' real sore.

"Wow," Morag sighed, "that took a long-ass time."

"I'm sorry," Millie said softly.

"Never apologize for what the Goddess gives you," Morag said gently. She wiped her hands off on the cloth and cupped Millie's cheek. "Okay? Don't apologize."

"Okay..."

Morag offered her a smile. "You're a cute one, toots."

Millie giggled. "Thank ya, ma'am."

"Now," Morag said, making sure her hands were clean. "We've cleansed your breasts, applied the mixture... there's one step left. But you have to trust me, okay?"

"Okay," Millie said, nodding. "I trust you, Miss Morag."

"I'm gonna need to suck 'em, toots."

Millie's face went crimson. "O-oh..."

"Just a little. Just enough to get 'em goin'."

"But... my husband..."

"I'm not askin' you to fuck me, Millie, I'm askin' you to let me help you. I am in a strictly professional capacity. I ain't gonna take advantage of you."

Millie bit her lower lip, thinking. "Well..."

"Listen, if your husband was down here, I'd ask him to do this part, but he's not."

"Oh..."

"Do you trust me?" Morag took Millie's hand in her own. "Seriously."

"I... I trust you, Miss Morag."

"Okay. We're almost there, toots. We're almost there."

Morag began massaging and kneading Millie's ample breastflesh, nuzzling it with her face. But she wasn't trying to turn Millie on, so she wanted to be careful. The lady was married; Morag took that seriously. But she also knew what had to be done, and she wasn't going to hold back once she got started.

Millie barely had time to steel herself before Morag wrapped her lips around one thick nipple and began to suck. The goat moaned softly as the fox worked her nipples with her tongue, expertly pleasuring the sensitive nub. Morag moved from one breast to the other, sucking harder and harder in small intervals.

Millie's eyes went wide. She shuddered. "Oh!" she gasped. "M-Miss M-Morag!"

Morag was grinning into Millie's tits. Praise be, she thought, as milk hit her tongue.