“Ms. Lake, so glad you have finally risen. Andrew and I were starting to worry.” She gently pulled the child from her nipple, the dark whorl shining with spit and leaking a thin tendril of milk down the front of her bodice. A nipple piercing shaped like a human mouth glimmered in the indigo light.
“Oliver, Marcus. Be good boys and take your sister, Sarah, back to the nursery. I need to talk to Emma alone.”
One boy took the child gently into his arms and dutifully left the room. The other clung to the woman’s dress, his eyes darting quizzically between the woman and Emma.
“Mommy, is she going to come play with us?”
“Maybe later, Marcus. Now get, or there will be no story time and you’ll never find out if Huck and Jim get reunited.” That seemed to do the trick, and Marcus sullenly marched from the room and closed the door. The woman stood with her fists balanced on the curves of her hips, her one bare tit still jutting from her dress. She raised a finger to the hard nipple and lazily stroked it. Heat flushed Emma’s cunt as she watched the woman massage her areola, followed by a surge of shame for her easily awakened lust. She is amazing. How can she be both the quintessential mother and such a highly desirous sexual creature?
“The two need not be mutually exclusive,” purred the woman as she edged closer to Emma.
Emma blushed, “Oh shit, I forgot. Should I think of brick walls or something?”
The woman threw back her head and laughed, and even that was an eroticized gesture as the arch of her neck trembled beneath the white tumble of her hair.
“You can try, but I’m afraid it would be futile. I see the things within. I know what you yearn for, the hungers you have nursed in your hidden heart. Let me give you what you have craved so long, Ms. Lake.” She pointed a white finger at Emma’s chest, and Emma was powerless to resist when the woman casually swept aside the sheets covering her shaking body.
“Ooh, what a delicious body you have, Ms. Lake. Your tits are simply breathtaking.” The blue light licked at Emma’s bounteous cleavage and blonde hair, its glow iridescent in her green eyes. Emma could not keep her gaze from the steady stream of milk dribbling down the woman’s dress, and she subconsciously licked her lips as the nipple drew closer to her mouth. The woman was sitting on the bed beside her now, her white hair tickling Emma’s skin and brushing against her breasts.
“Hmm, I can taste your wetness in the air,” said the beauty as she pressed a finger against Emma’s hard clit.
It took every ounce of her resistance to pull away from the divine woman’s expert hands.
“Who are you? How do you know Andrew?” asked Emma, the words falling breathlessly from her lips.
“My name is Eshabaar, and I am the queen of these mountains. I am the mother of the world, the living womb of all creation.” Eshabaar bent her head to lick Emma’s neck, waking her nerve endings with the hot trail of her tongue. Emma’s eyelids fluttered as Eshabaar nibbled at her earlobe and squeezed her tongue into the sensitive folds of her inner ear.
“You are safe here. This is the orphanage Andrew built for my beautiful children. Do not be frightened by what you saw earlier, child. The surrogates are perfectly content in their liquid heaven, and there is nothing wrong with the temple the Thornes have built in my honor.”
Emma could feel Eshabaar’s soft lips stroking her skin as she murmured the words in a deep, seductive tenor that seemed to creep beneath her aching flesh. She has the voice of an ancient being not used to speaking in the tongues of man. The woman kissed her softly on the lips, the contact electrifying Emma’s entire body and banishing any remaining vestiges of resistance.
“You saw the precious children. You have tasted Mother’s Milk. Now tell me, what could be wrong about sending my living flesh into the world to find loving homes they would never have otherwise? The mountain is a dark, dreary place, with terrible memories soaked into the very rock. Is it wrong for me to seek a better life for my children? And in the process, I give the world my second sweetest gift.”
Eshabaar took her naked breast between her fingers and slowly traced her stiff nipple across Emma’s curved lips. The milk tingled as it dripped into Emma’s panting mouth, and she felt her hands sliding over Eshabaar’s shoulders and pulling down the thin straps of her dress. Oh, this is even sweeter than Mother’s Milk. It tastes like the entire universe is exploding inside you. As the rich essence crept its way down her throat she could feel it working through her body in warm waves, and her own nipples began to bulge relentlessly against the front of her slip. More, you need more! Emma got on all fours and knelt in front of the earth mother, who was now reclining against the headboard pushing her spectacular breasts together with the palms of her hands. She placed her greedy mouth over Eshasbaar’s nipple and squeezed the swollen breast with both her hands.
The milk spurted into her mouth in thick sprays, and for an instant Emma thought she might choke on the engulfing fluid. But she managed to latch her lips over the spouting nipple and swallowed stream after stream of the glorious deluge. The piercing rattled against her teeth as she sucked, her entire mouth crammed with Eshabaar’s overflowing breast. She used to hands to direct the spray, and whenever her mouth was full she lifted her head to soak her own hanging tits. She was spoilt for choice as she switched between the twin orbs, her tongue lashing at the hard nipples and milk slicking her grasping fingertips. When she pulled her head back her face and hair were drenched in Eshabaar’s sacred lactations, and she was giggling like a child on the ultimate sugar rush.
Let this never end. If only Eshabaar could feed you for eternity. There would be no more pain, no more doubts. Only the soft, yielding smoothness of her tits and the rapturous flow of her milk… Eshabaar pushed her wet mouth away and climbed on top of her, torrents of milk splashing on Emma’s face as she ripped open the front of her slip. Look at these marvels, child. I don’t think I have ever seen such a perfect set of tits proclaimed Eshabaar in Emma’s milk-soaked brain. Then the earth mother was suckling her, and bubbles of milk and spit foamed on Emma’s lips as she fed the hungry goddess. Eshabaar’s milk had quickened her own production, and it thrilled Emma to watch the milk queen’s lips sliding up and down her erect nipple. Eshabaar’s magnetic gaze met her own as the earth mother tore off her skirt and pushed her cunt against Emma’s. Emma groaned as her hot juices mingled with Eshabaar’s, their cunts mashing furiously together in a sopping mess of sweat and milk.
It can always be like this Emma. You, ahh, never, mmmm, have to leave. Eshabaar’s voice began to quaver as the tempo of her thrusting pelvis increased. A vision of Andrew in a field of swaying grass flashed through Emma’s mind, and the thought clearly appealed to the earth mother. Eshabaar raised her gorgeous face from Emma’s tit and sat bolt upright, milk gushing everywhere as she continued to fuck her latest devotee. You can have him child, yes, you can have him. Give him children if you wish. Eshabaar stared down at her as she bit her lip, a thin stream of dark blue blood spattering against her chin and rising tits. But first let me, ah, finish you. We are almost there, child, almost…
As their mutual orgasms ripped through their bodies, the bed levitated off the ground. The blue light intensified as their cunts writhed against each other in the final throes, and Emma couldn’t tell where she ended and the earth mother began. Eshabaar squirted when she came, a jet of bubbling milk that splashed against the ceiling and rained back down in a thick white shower. She closed her eyes, lost in the wet flesh of the silver-eyed goddess.
When Emma’s eyes finally opened Eshabaar stood naked by the door, her silver eyes peering back over a wet shoulder. The bed had returned to the floor, and her body was sprawled across its sopping sheets. She looked up at Eshabaar, her eyes imploring the earth mother to stay.
“I must go, child. It is time to put the children to bed. Andrew will join you soon. He will see to your wounds and clean you up. I will see you later.”
With that, Eshabaar left Emma dazed and satiated in the milk-soaked bed.<
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Chapter Eight: Earth Father Holds a Grudge
Nathan rode back up the elevator without once glancing at June Miyamori. He held his head in his hands and ground his teeth between outbursts of maniacal laughter, his nose itching for some of the cocaine waiting for him in the luxury leather interior of his performance-enhanced sports car. You will need to snort an entire fucking bag in one line. The squid lord’s tale had shaken him to the core.
For a minute back there, Nathan had been sure that he was fish food. It was only when June turned her nose up in a flick of purple hair as he entered the elevator he even realized he had pissed himself. On any normal day, such a display of weakness in front of a bleeder would have left him seething with rage. On those days, that rage would usually be displaced onto the offending woman’s skin.
But today was not a normal day. He had braved Krang’s subterranean lair and survived. More than that, he had both an army of deadly leviathans at his command and a fresh understanding of the mysteries of his childhood. So he stood covered in his acrid piss and laughed all the way back up to the surface, oblivious to June’s discomfort as she eyed him warily from the corner of the stinking lift.
How could your bitch mother have kept these secrets from you? Any residual guilt he may have had for killing the whore evaporated in the foul stench of Krang’s maw. Old Squelchy had looked at him with his empty, ancient eyes and slightly loosened his tentacle’s powerful grip. You’re going down that sticky throat now, he remembered thinking. Will he swallow you whole or first crack open your body with his hooked beak? Will you still be alive in there, like Jonah after the whale had his fill? Will you meet others wandering in his wretched guts, fellow petitioners who had earned the squid lord’s scorn?
The wrigglies were silent in the freezing chasm of Krang’s domain, and even the screams of the women had quieted down. Nathan could feel a thousand cold eyes glaring at him from the dark, and visions of dismemberment and slow torture seized his terrified imagination. But Krang did not swallow him. Instead, the squid lord seated him on a pyramid of discarded bones and recounted the story of his and Eshabaar’s doomed love.
“Esssshabaar and I were loverssss, you ssssee. For millennia we coiled our bodiessss againsssst each other in the Laguna Mountainssss. SSShe wasss my queen, and I wassss her king, and we fucked in the eternal blacknessss of the mountain’ssss heart. Ssshe wasss woman, I wassss man, and the world wassss the living fruit of our union. We were the two sssidesss of the elemental ssscale. The earth and the ssseas were born from our love, and we drifted outssside of ssspace in the black waterssss while the world grew around usssss. Ssshee ssstylesss herssself earth mother, and ssso I am rightly the father of the world.
At firsssst we were formlessss and blind, but time will work itssss dark magic on the ephemeral and eternal alike. We grew old, and hatred brewed between ussss in the deep cavernsss. Assss we formed what you humansss call "consssciousssnessss", sssshe began to change. To want other thingsss. You ssssee, I ate the babiesss that sssprung from her divine loinssss. Ssshe birthed the world with the help of my ssseed, and I believed the children were her gift to me. I am alwaysss hungry for tender flessssh, sssso I would ssstretch my jawsss and sssswallow them whole. Ssshe did not ussssed to mind asss long as the cycle continued and the world flourisssshed. We would mate in the mountain for yearssss at a time, and ssshe would watch as I devoured our offssspring in the darknesssss. But ssshe developed a mother’ssss weaknessss, and yearned for more than I could give her. I wassss driven by the urge to mate, and I did not care for the ssssecret dessssires that ssstirred in her woman’sss heart. Essshter Thorne changed everything.”
Nathan’s ears pricked up at the sound of his mother’s name among those drawled words, but he thought it would not be prudent to interrupt the father of the earth.
“When your mother ssssought out the earth mother to procure her precioussss milk, sssshe sssshowed Esssshabaar a way to ssssave her worthlessss whelpssss. The cowssss in the milk parlorssss could deliver her children for her. All sssshe needed was my sssseed. Sssince the beginning of time I wrapped my tentaclessss around her fair ssskin and cleaved her holy cunt with my prick, filling her with my ssssacred come. Then sssshe sssschemed behind my back with your wretched mother while I ate her latessst batch of sssqualling babesss. Ssshe planned to cassstrate me while I ssslept, and keep the sssseed for herself. Asssss you can ssssee, it worked.” Krang raised one of his tentacles and pointed to a gaping cleft on the underside of his bulging belly, no doubt the former resting place of the squid lord’s prick.
“Without my holy cock I could no longer ssshare Laguna with Essshabaar, and I had to crawl from the cave into the ssssalt sssea. But the ssscheme wassss not without it’ssss complicationssss. Eliot Thorne hated your mother’ssss fassscination with Essshabaar. He wassss a traditionalissst, and thought that Essshter was making you boyssss weak. He did not want to ssshare your mother with another woman, even if he had hissss own affairsss on the ssside… Esssshabaar hated your father, and dripped poissson about him into your mother’ssss ear. Eliot disssscovered your whore mother’ssss plans, and like any sssstrong man will, he tried to sssstop her from unmanning me. He did not want her meddling with the divine, particularly when he had nothing to with it. So Esssshter Thorne sssshot your father in hissss sssstudy while he sssslept, a ssssecond inssssult to the right of male control. And the milk queen laughed.”
Nathan’s mouth was agape in shock, his hands shaking in his wet lap. The slut. All those long years she maintained the lie about Eliot Thorne’s death, insisting that it was a suicide. And Eshabaar… As if you needed more reasons to want the sow dead. She will pay for this. You will cut off her tits and feed them to the crabs… A thought seized Nathan then, and he rose carefully on the rickety pile of bones. “How do you know all this? It was a secret plan between the sow and my mother, wasn’t it? How can you know what those bitches whispered to each other in the dark?”
The squid lord laughed then, that awful wet hacking that chilled Nathan’s bones deeper than the cold. “I know becausssse a part of me remainssss in the Laguna mountainssss. My cock ssstill ressstsss in the deep lake in the center of the mountain, the place where once we lived assss loverssss. And it sssseessss ssstill…. It watchesssss her even now. But I believe you can help me get it back, Nathan sssson of Eliot. My wriggliessss will require transsssport to Laguna, which I’m ssssure you will provide. Once there, we will finisssh her milky reign forever and claim our ssssticky vengeance. What ssssay you Nathan Thorne? Will you be my insssstrument in purifying the Laguna Mountainssss? Will you sssserve Krang, lord of the ssssquids and father of the world?”
The wrigglies began to squeal all around him, and the wails of women filled the icy cave once more. But Nathan did not feel the cold or hear the cries. The thirst for blood ran through him like a live wire, and he raised his arms above his head and hailed the squid lord. “I will serve you Krang! Death to Eshabaar and the feeble cows!”
As the elevator opened and he stepped out into the night air, Nathan was emboldened by a sense of purpose he had never known before. He felt like the most powerful man striding across the surface of the earth, and he knew where the hammer of his fury would fall. She laughed when Father died. Let us see how funny she finds it when you walk into Laguna armed with Krang’s squelchy henchmen. Will she laugh when the cephalopods dive into the milk bath and wriggle into the cows’ gaping snatches? Though you will require some help…
June was beginning to saunter away when Nathan emitted a shrill whistle. She turned to look at him, not even trying to conceal her contempt. Her hands were perched on her hips as she studied him, that expression of perpetual boredom fixed on the flat contours of her face. “What, psycho? I’m not going to fuck you if that’s what you think. Not for all the calamari in the world.”
“You think I’d want to fuck you? Please. I’d rather fuck one of those squids. I need you for something else. When was the last time you infiltrated a maximum security
compound?” As he waited for her answer his fingertips danced across the touchscreen of his phone. Clouds rumbled overhead, and he wondered what the weather was like on the other side of the world.
The war is coming Andy, whether you like it or not. Whose side will you choose when the squishy lord comes to reclaim his cock?
Chapter Nine: Demi-Goddess in the Womb of the World
Andrew waited outside Emma’s room with the pails of Mother’s Milk, confusion etched across his attractive face as he reread Nathan’s cryptic message. The squid will eat Laguna's heart, Andy. The other eye still seessss... Something about the words and that elongated final word disturbed him, but his brother had been frightening a lot of people recently. Thaddeus refused to be in the same room with him these days, and even the children of the mountain ran when they saw him approaching.
Andrew slid his phone closed and dismissed the message as another one of Nathan’s ridiculous outbursts. He is probably high again and crawling around some crack den with a toy octopus. It will pass. It always does. Forgetting about the questionable mental state of his twin brother, he opened the door and walked into Emma’s room.
She lay asleep on the drenched bed, strands of her strawberry hair clinging to her red cheeks. She was completely naked, and Andrew had to drag his eyes away from the steady rise and fall of her perfect breasts. He wondered what she was dreaming about as he silently carried the pails to the tub. She is so lovely. And Eshabaar says she can be mine. The thought both thrilled and terrified him, and he had to steady his hands to make sure he didn’t spill any of the precious milk.
Andrew Thorne had never been in love. Well, discounting his obsession with the earth mother and her blessed surrogates. But that was a different thing, a primal abandonment to their feminine power and the narcotic magic of Mother’s Milk. As far as regular relationships went, he had never had one that lasted much longer than a month. For the first time in his life he could envisage a loving romantic relationship with another person, a nurturing union separate from the milk parlors and the sacred sisters.
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