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Selena, it's 7 PM, time for my milking!
Lilith's siren call echoed inside Selena's head. If she knew this was what living in the Astral Plane was going to be like, she would have asked Lady Camilla if she could just stay at Krakenburg. She has a job to do, though, so she's going to do it. No one would ever call Lady Camilla's best retainer a coward. She ceases the polishing of the sword (it was perfect, she just wanted to look busy while she waited for her call), and makes her way back to her room. The agreement she has with Lilith is that she can use her mouth instead of a pump, as long as Selena gets the privacy she wants. It's not that it's… shameful to be seen, everyone, even the men, gets Lilith's treatment. Selena just enjoys the privacy. Even if she doesn't have the confidence problem her mother had, she has other reasons to not want to be seen.
Lilith is waiting outside her door, a kind smile on her face, as she enters it. Lilith moves to follow suit, but Selena motions for her to stay put. Lilith cocks her head in curiosity, before Selena answers. "Let me get comfortable, first." Lilith nods her head in assent, wordlessly handing Selena a tome, closing the door behind her as she exits. This is a song and dance they've done before, and Selena slots into the motion as comfortably as she can, taking her time to dress down and lay a towel over her bed. She had done this before meeting Lilith, and she had hoped to leave it behind. It follows her, though across space and time. If the universe has a sense of humor, it's a sick one, but she perseveres.
Selena stretches across her now protected bed, working out the kinks that had accrued in her body across today's work and practice. Her arms, well shaped after decades of being in combat, appreciate the relief the most. Laslow usually helps her undo the tension at the end of the day, but he's been teaching her how to effectively unwind. They have to look out for each other, after all. She calls Lilith in with a simple barked "ready," as she idly combs her hands through her hair, keeping herself grounded.
I take it I'm casting the spell again?
"Yes, Lilith. It's not like I have magic to work off of." She does, a trace amount. Anankos sealed most of it, but it was something she picked up from her other mother, along with the penchant for large coats.
You have some, but if this is easier for you… the voice trails off, mentally, as Lilith opens the tome, and she feels the magic work its way through her body, before settling into her chest and loins. She's talked with Corrin, the only other girl like her, about it, and unfortunately the magic just makes your body produce extra fluid. Lilith has the decency to not acknowledge that, though, shifting into her dragon form before placing her mouth on a pert nipple, tongue swirling gently around. Selena inhales sharply, as Lilith begins to suck deeply.
Anything on your mind today, Selena?
"Do we have to talk every time you do this?"
Is it better than silence?
"Marginally." Selena huffs, pacing through her brain before settling on a topic. "Nothing in particular… but I'm thinking about home."
You don't talk much about that at all. I've heard you mention it to Laslow in the stables, but-
"How much did you overhear?!"
Not much, if that's any consolation. It sounded like you were talking about your friends. Do you miss them?
"Yeah… We left some behind when we came here."
Anything you want to share about them?
"Well, you aren't the first person to drink from me." Lilith stops for a moment, given how offhandedly Selena says it, looking up with wide eyes. It's hard for Selena take her seriously, with some milk dripping from her fishy lips, but her gaze is inquisitive. Selena can't stifle the giggle that comes, but she does at least slide rather easily into the explanation that it seems Lilith is craving. "Before we came here, we had a friend who would get antsy sometimes. She'd burn down villages because she felt like she had to. She just needed an outlet to stay calm, mostly. When I started transitioning, my chest was always super leaky, so one time I jokingly suggested she latch on and see if that calms her down. It, surprisingly, worked like a charm." Lilith's laughter chimes in her head like a bell, and she feels her breathy chuckling against her rather tender chest. "Hey, it worked! That's what mattered then."
It just sounds absurd when you put it like that, Selena.
"She says, mouth on my breast engorged with magic, drinking from me. Pot, meet kettle."
I'm just hungry, okay?
"Just drink up, don't worry about it." Selena sighs, as Lilith devotes her attention back to her chest as the conversation lulls, Selena searching for a new topic to fill the air so her mind can't wander too much.
"She was part dragon, too, if that changes anything."
Maybe it's just in a dragon's nature to like milk?
"Are you cats with scales, now?" Selena remarks dryly, reaching down to Lilith's head to scratch behind her ears. The gentle rumbling she receives in response sates her curiosity, as Lilith's suckling reaches its end, the magic having run its course. Lilith doesn't leave, though, content to almost purr against her chest.
"You know, I have places to be."
Come on, Selena. Just a little bit more?
"Fine. But just because you asked nicely." If Lilith sees the expression painting Selena's face, she doesn't mention it.