A storm had broken over the country and shook the old trees as near the end of the world. Darkness surrounded the barn, through which the wind whistled. Only in the stable was light still visible. Weak, blurred by the blazing darkness, it slid through the cracks in the wooden beams.
A small oil lamp provided the light inside the barn. Ravijel was still busy taking care of the Draeneistuten. Revas Wichtel had brought back the newlywed mare and her mother. Now the blutelfe had to ensure that the wound-fucked areas of the Draeneim girl were cared for.
The mother's udders had been milked several times today, so it made little sense to skim them again. She was in her stable, her hands and head were held in a pillory, which in turn was fixed to the wall. The blutelfe in her tight leather tunic knelt next to the naked mare. She had a bucket with her that contained an aqueous herbal extract. It had a cleansing and disinfecting effect, so that none of the often tortured milk mares would develop minor external wounds. He also smelled floral. It was a heavy scent of jasmine and musk.
She dipped the sponge, then slid over the body of the Draenei. She gently cleaned the spots around her horns. The mare trembled as she penetrated deeper, over her ears, and her neck to her naturally lush breasts. She played around the atrium, brushed over the blazing nipples, which again supplied a little milk under her touch.
„ You are a good mare “, she talked to her reassuringly. „ Quiet, I want to do you something good. “
Again she dipped the sponge into the bucket. She slid over her shoulder and followed to the sorely scrubbed wrist, which disappeared into the wooden curves of the pillory boards. Then she repeated the process on the other side.
„ Now your abdomen comes to it “, whispered it and stroked briefly with your hand through its long blonde elf hair.
Ravijel moistened the sponge again. The liquid dripped a little on Teka's thighs. The Draenei winced. Then the blood elf slid over the stomach. Gently caressed pale blue skin. With slightly circular movements, it penetrated ever deeper until it touched the genital area of the milk mare. She continued to drive along the contours of her thighs, and when the mare opened them a little, she also caressed the inside.
The bright green eyes of the blood elf met those of the Draenei. Both paused for a long moment, then Ravijel leaned forward and touched the lips of the trembling prisoners with a loving and gentle kiss. It was a kiss full of melancholy. She felt the tremor on the lips of the milk mare as her hand wandered deeper between her thighs and her bare shame washed.
Teka's breath went faster. Your udders rose with every breath. She shivered, under the tender, intimate touch of the strange woman. Her thighs opened more and more. The sponge moistened her and cleaned her column, but at the same time he touched her in an incredibly erotic way. The horrors of the past day. The enslavement, desecration and insemination of her daughter, as this shame now seemed to wash out of her.
Without speaking the other's language, both agreed. Her tongues touched, while the thighs, which were open and open, asked Ravijel to continue. The sponge penetrated between the widened labia, its moisture combined with the pleasure mucus, which had meanwhile formed in the column of the milk mare.
She felt the tongue of her new playmate change and heard her hectic breathing. The tenderness of the elf, her skillful fingers, which let the sponge slide around the clitoris of the Draenei. All of this excited the mare, she started moving her pelvis. Shamelessly pushed her abdomen through. In doing so, she also presented her breasts, which generally stand out very far from Draenei women.
In the faint light of the oil lamp, Ravjel recognized the milk drops that had formed on Teka's nipples. The elf curiously leaned forward and licked over it as her hand continued to circle the woman's shame. Her tip of the tongue nibbled on the drops, the freshly formed breast milk. She licked her from her stiff nipples.
The lesbian game continued and the blood elf now waived the sponge. She dropped it and instead dived deep into the damp pleasure grotto Tekas with two of her delicate elf fingers. At the same time, she gently bit the draene mother into one of her cheeky, dark blue nipples. Immediately a little breast milk came out, which she swallowed greedily and at the same time lustfully.
Teka stöhnte nun lauthals. Die Draenei war durch die Erniedrigung, den Missbrauch und die schiere Verstümmelung ihrer Seele, zu einem verdorbenen Geist geworden. Die Draenei sehnte sich nur noch nach Liebe. Die sanfte körperliche Zuneigung der Blutelfe war genau eine solche. Sie gab sich ihr hin, stöhnte hemmungslos, keuchte laut auf. Drückte ihr Becken bewusst gegen die Finger ihrer Wärterin. Diese stießen immer schneller in den durch feuchten Schleim gut geölte Spalte.
Lustnektar dripped from the opening of the Draeneiweib, which breathed quickly and loudly only with excitement. Her inner legs now shone wet in the light of the oil lamp. She wanted it, she enjoyed it. Yes, she even enjoyed sucking a strange woman to her nipples. She felt the milk being pulled out of her. Yes, she really felt like a milk mare. Regular milking of her breasts had made her sensitive. Now she no longer only felt humiliation, no, she also felt the source of pleasure that could assume it.
Ravijel sucked her playmate faster and faster. She loved the taste of warm breast milk, which she ran straight out of her udder into her mouth here and now. It was a theft of her mistress, but the blood elf enjoyed it too much to be able to stamp herself against the lust.
And she wasn't alone with this desire. She felt the milk mare's vagina pull around her fingers. She felt the pulsation when the dark blue labia of the Draenei pressed against her fingers. She felt the surge of wet mucus dripping this mother mare from the column.
She pressed her fingers deep into the woman's opening. Teka cried out loudly, she screamed her lust out into the stable, so that each of the other mares would hear of her lust and satisfaction. At this moment of indescribable pleasure, it was like her that her daughter was lying in the box next to her. She was filled with the sperm of a demon who had pregnant her freshly deflated body. She did not think that she was a prisoner, a milk mare, a slave, sentenced to serve as a milk mare for the rest of her life and to give birth to demonic offspring. She thought like an animal, only of the current lust. And that was exactly what she was now, it had become the once proud Draenei. An animal kept on a farm.
The blood elf slowly pulled her fingers out of the exaggerated column and led them to her lips. In front of the mare's eyes, she gently licked the pleasure slime from her fingers. She felt the moisture between her own thighs and enjoyed this feeling immensely. Tonight she would love herself, alone in her chamber. She would enjoy her lust, thinking of the delicious taste of the milk mares.
Grazil, as it should be for a blutelfe, Ravijel rose from the straw. The Draenei was exhausted from its climax leaning against the wall here. Lustnektar dripped from her still slightly pulsating, bare, dark blue shame. Her body twitched slightly while her breath was racing quickly and hectically. Her swollen breasts lifted and sank as her breaths.
The elf looked at her work with satisfaction. It was a pleasure for her to treat one of the broodmares in this gentle way. She would like to lick the damp crevices of the mares every day when milking. She would take care of her in this gentle way and she would draw her lust from it. Sometimes the elf dreamed of being licked by one of the mares himself. She liked the thought when one of these gentle tongues touched her own innermost. Her fingers slid briefly under her own tunic, picked it up and stroked her own damp crevice while looking at the draenei, which leaned against the wall with her eyes closed. She looked at the mother mare's udders, looked at the delightful play of the rising and lowering breasts.
Eventually she forced herself to order. Ravijel picked up the bucket and slid out of the box in which the Draenei was located. When she sneaked past the next box, she looked at the Draenei's daughter. She was also completely helpless in the straw. Her legs were slightly open and the elf could see seeds seeping from the wide-ranging shame of the Draeneim girl. She heard siping softly.
She felt sorry for her, but she was also glad that this time the cup of insemination had passed her. Ravijel knew that it could meet her on the farm at any time. The mistress had often threatened her with this fate. She was thinking of ending up like the girl here. She hurriedly walked on.
When the Blutelfe was finished with her nightly work, she went to the stable door. A storm was still raging outside. She opened the door and the cold wind poured past her and blew her through her hair. She went out into the darkness and turned. She held the oil lamp in one hand and closed the stable door with the other.
As soon as the door was closed, it captured a gust and the light from the lamp went out. Now she was standing there alone in the dark. Suddenly a strong hand lay on her shoulder.
„ I was waiting for you “, said a strong voice to her.
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