by kermitphrogg114 » Sun Dec 09, 2018 9:04 pm
Seiran bites her lip, smiling as she feels the pure energies spread through her body, causing her to tingle delightfully all over. The more the magic tingles in her, the more her breasts feel hot and tingly, the milk flowing from her nipples somehow thicker and creamier. She wonders how her milk tastes now...
Soon, the ritual reaches its climax. Seiran's eyes widen as she feels all the magic suddenly flare throughout her body, and for an instant, her pussy and breasts are much more sensitive. She gives a long, howling cry as she orgasms, her back arched and her wings shuddering strongly, causing splashes in the water. Her body shudders and spasms strongly, and her breasts reward Anna and Icaria with several strong squirts of milk, practically cumming with her breasts as she does with her pussy, so hard she actually feels a bit drained of milk. She's sure her pussy is leaking so much juice into the fountain that it tastes like her snatch.
After one of the longest - if not the longest - orgasm in her life, Seiran sits there, shuddering, panting hard, body quivering in the afterglow of ecstasy. She looks at her companions with hearts in her eyes, and lifts their heads, Icaria first, then Anna, giving each a good, long passionate kiss, moaning into their lips. She can taste some of her milk on their lips, but is more interested in giving them kisses for their wonderful performance.
Once she breaks the kiss with Anna, a small trail of milk and spittle joining their lips, she holds her lovers tight in a hearty embrace. She looks down at her body, past her throbbing, slightly sore breasts, and sees her swollen belly. She rubs it with one hand, a smile on her face. She feels such an abundance of love and care; for her companions/lovers, for the baby in her womb, and for any children she may bear in future. It feels so good.
Once the ritual is over, Seiran takes a bit to recover, before getting up and standing on shaky knees. She notices her milk is soon dribbling down her belly again.
"Hehehehe," she titters giddily, "my tits got milked so much, and yet they're still leaking milk..."
She shakily walks to a seat, sits down, and takes a deep sigh of contentment. She lets her glistening wet body dry in the warm air, before she realizes she's still sitting there naked. A blush and a smile decorate her face at the thought, but she doesn't move to dress up. After all, the ones here are the temple priestesses and Seiran's own friends; the former can be trusted, while the latter have seen it all before.
As she's resting from the ritual, Seiran asks Mother Nepana about any myths her people, the Sythis, had about their creator, and tries to compare it to any lore she knows about Ithys from her old world.