As she cried out he grinned, seeing her legs tremble which lead to him gently lying her back onto their bed and removing the ropes. Rather than just throw it away, he moved to where she could see and began to suck her flavour from the silk.
He smirked as she spoke, his tongue already driving into her slit, lapping at her juices and cleaning her out, having to keep trying with every time she squirted.
Iris walked into Tenebris' throne room with a bright smile, a hand resting on her heavily swollen belly under the thin robes she wore, both for her own comfort and the knowledge that her lover loved to see her underneath it.
Tenebris sat upon the throne, still unaware of his past life, and that his mother had not stopped searching for him.
But it would be a long while until they were found again…and until then, he would smile at his wife, loving how beautiful she looked. “Iris,” he began, “how are you feeling darling?” He asked, motioning for her to come over so he could relieve her swollen breasts.
She moved across to him, gently sitting on his lap "I'm feeling fine, Tenebris... A little heavy, but I'm sure you'll fix that soon." She teased him, kissing his nose as she did so.
He smiled gently at her words and nodded, reaching for a heavy breast and weighing it carefully in his hand. "Just lean into me, and I'll do the rest.." he tells her, his eyes trailing down to her swollen nipple.
She nodded to him, doing exactly as he asked and leaning towards him slowly, allowing him to catch her and hold her exactly in the right spot to drink his fill.
He made muffled noises of pleasure as he drained her swollen chest, one breast at a time. He then leaned back, wiping his mouth lightly with his fingers. "Mm, have I ever told you that you are more fun to drink from than my wine glass?" he teased her softly with a smirk.
She flushed red as he spoke, before she looked into his eyes with a teasing grin "I bet I enjoy it more than the wine glass does." She responded softly, even as she bounced her now empty teats "But you can't drink as much from me as you can from the wine cellar..."
He chuckled softly from her words and nodded to her, "That you're right.." he spoke and held her close to him as he lounged on the throne. "Perhaps magic can help that issue.." he spoke with an intriguing look and glanced to her breasts.. a magical pump? Mm..but that wouldn't be able to be achieved..perhaps..
"Magic?" She asked softly, before looking down at her breasts "You... want to enchant my breasts to always produce milk?" She questioned him, blushing red at the idea, even if he hadn't been planning that, the idea would be perfect...
"Well..you certainly gave me the idea," he smirked lightly, and then leaned forward and kissed her neck, "Perhaps we can bottle it, for..my leisure," he paused and then said, "And for our little one too, in case you get too tired to feed them.."
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