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Moving to Waterdeep with Gale has been… interesting, to say the least.
That’s not to say you regret your decision, of course. That’s the very furthest thing from the truth. Choosing to spend the rest of your days with Gale has been the easiest decision you’ve ever made. You couldn’t possibly love anyone as much as you love him, and you know that feeling is reciprocated with the wizard’s whole heart. You’re going to have a happy and fulfilling life by his side, and nothing could possibly ruin that.
It’s more the other things in Waterdeep that are a curiosity. You’ve heard it called The City Of Splendors many a time, and you can see why. It’s beautiful here. Magical, even, and that includes all the shops and stalls that litter the streets. You’d at one time thought Sorcerous Sundries boasted an unrivaled collection of bewitched antiquities and mysterious potions, but just a few months in your new home has taught you just how mistaken you were.
Of all the small businesses in Waterdeep, there is one that has already become a firm favourite of yours. A darling little potion seller, located down what could be considered a rather sketchy back alley. What sets them apart from all the others isn’t necessarily quality. Rather, it’s the type of potions they sell that has you coming back for more; this vendor specialises in tinctures guaranteed to enhance one’s sexual experience.
You’ll never forget the day you’d produced a reddish liquid to Gale just as the two of you were getting intimate. He’d raised a skeptical brow at you, wondering exactly what benefit such a concoction could possibly have; all doubt was totally removed when you’d coated your fingers with it, and given him the handjob of his life. It was a liquid that constantly swayed between hot and cold, and it had driven your beloved wild.
From that night onwards, Gale had vowed to let you bring as many mysterious vials into your bedroom as you like, as long as he gets to share them with you.
However, today is different. You’re not going to be bringing a potion back. You’re going to take one, right here and now, hoping to surprise him later when it kicks in.
Still, even with a perfect track record, you can’t help but hesitate as you talk to the owner of the shop, swirling a milk white liquid around in its vial. ‘So, you’re sure this will get things… flowing?’ That’s what the label had implied, at least. ‘Mamilla Lacte; when you need a bountiful flow, to this potion you should go.’ While you’ve never heard of a potion that can cause excessive lubrication like this one promises, it doesn’t surprise you that it exists, given the other potions you can see on the shelf.
The buxom young woman behind the counter gives you a knowing wink, counting the coins you just gave her. ‘I’ve never met anyone it didn’t work on. If you down it now, you’ll be gushing by supper time. Just be aware you might feel a slight tingling, and a fair amount of sensitivity, but that just means it’s working as intended.’ Well, if she says so…
Uncorking the lid, you gulp down the potion, surprised by how pleasant it takes. There’s an undeniable sweetness to the thick and creamy liquid, to the point you’re almost disappointed you didn’t savour it. If this works out, and Gale enjoys himself with you, you’d be happy to try it again!
With a smile, you pocket the empty vial, just in case you have some kind of adverse reaction to it. ‘Pleasure doing business with you. How long until it wears off?’ Or kicks in at all, now you think of it; it’s only been a few seconds, but you’d expect to feel a little something more than nothing at all.
The shopkeeper shrugs. ‘Hard to say, really. It varies from person-to-person. I just hope that fiancé of yours is hungry, because I get the feeling you’re going to take to the effects a little too well.’ Content with her fee, she puts her coin away just as you leave the shop, taking in a lungful of Waterdhavian air. Of all the places to start a new life, this surely has to be one of the best.
Now you just have to navigate the busy streets, and make your way back to your lover’s side.
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By the time you make it back to Gale’s tower, the only one home to greet you is Tara, your fiancé apparently rushing out after realising something vital was missing from his pantry. Unperturbed, you’d travelled up to your bedroom, wanting to wear something more comfortable for this evening.
Yet as you gaze at your bare body in the mirror, you can’t help but frown; it seems the potion was a dud, after all. You don’t feel any different, and as you slip a hand between your thighs, you find that you’re no more wet than usual.
With a sigh, you head over to your wardrobe, mentally planning to go back and complain about this tomorrow. How disappointing it is to know that the vendor, which has been one of your greatest sources of amusement, is not as reliable as you’d assumed.
Well, it’s not the end of the world, at least. Even without external stimulants, Gale is still wonderful in bed, and his magic means you’ll never be bored. Maybe you’ll ask him to summon a mage hand tonight, just to make up for your potion disappointment…
Another thing that should help add some spice is the brand new underwear you’d picked up a few days ago. You slide on the lacy thong first, already picturing Gale’s wide eyed stare when he sees them on you. Covering them with some comfortable trousers, you take the bra over to the mirror, admiring yourself and it for a moment before trying to put it on.
Yet as you try to fasten it behind your back, you frown in confusion; it’s too small. No matter how much to tug it, you can’t seem to get the two ends to meet.
Normally, you’d be irritated at the sizing mishap, but right now you’re confused. You’d tried the bra on before buying it, and it had been a perfect fit! Now there’s no way you’re going to be able to wear it. In fact, just tugging it together makes your breasts ache like mad. Looks like you’ll need a different bra…
A wicked thought creeps into your mind; why wear a bra at all? Gale is particularly fond of your breasts, and you’re sure seeing their unguarded outline press into your shirt will drive him wild!
Plan decided, you toss your bra back onto the wardrobe, and put on a nice shirt with a generous neckline that you don’t think you’ll bother to lace. It would be a fruitless task anyway; even the shirt seems too small for you right now, with the way your breasts are straining against it. Maybe you’ve put on a little weight since moving to Waterdeep? With Gale being such a phenomenal cook, you wouldn’t be surprised.
Ah, well. You’ll just have to buy some new clothes when you can. As deeply in love with you as he is, you’re sure a little extra flesh won’t put your fiancé off in the slightest. He might even like having physical proof of how well he’s been nourishing you.
Now dressed, you saunter off to the balcony, eagerly awaiting your lover’s return.
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By the time dinner is over, and Tara has taken herself off for a late evening hunt, you’re starting to think something is very wrong indeed.
All throughout dinner, your nipples have been rock hard and aching, rubbing almost painfully against your shirt. Gale had done an admirable job of looking elsewhere, but you know he’d noticed them too. Add to that the fact that the potion still hasn’t worked, and you’re starting to think that maybe what you purchased was grossly mislabelled!
At least now you’re relaxing in your favourite place in existence; by Gale’s side. There’s still enough light on the horizon to allow him to read to you from his seat on the balcony, even if the evening chill is doing nothing to aid your current predicament. If anything, your nipples feel even worse, and you’ll be glad to go inside and warm them up as soon as the sun goes down.
For his part, Gale seems to be rather enjoying his evening, oblivious to your suffering as he alternates between turning the pages and nursing a glass of wine. ‘I do cherish evenings like this. Having you by my side after everything that happened seems like an impossible dream, yet here we are. The fresh sea air, that unforgettable skyline… It’s almost as beautiful as you are.’ You blush a little at that, still not used to his flattery despite the time you’ve shared together. He has a way with words that’s so…
You whimper as you shift in your seat, internally regretting your decision not to wear a bra, after all. ‘I never quite saw my life going in this direction, but now I can’t imagine it any other way. The only thing missing is a ring on my finger, Mr Dekarios.’ You tap your ring finger expectantly, still awaiting the day he slips a wedding ring on it.
A light blush tinges Gale’s cheeks. ‘If I’d had my way, we would have been married the day we arrived home in Waterdeep, but I fear my mother would never speak to me again if I didn’t invite every possible family member. She wants a day to gloat over her son’s good fortune no doubt, and who am I to deny her that?’ You feel a slight twinge of irritation at his words- since the wedding is supposed to be about the two of you- but having now met his mother, you understand that this is just the price you’ll have to pay to live an easy life.
She just better not stop you from riding Gale for a week straight after the ceremony is done.
So you smile, and rest a head on his shoulder. ‘I’m just glad she considers our union a blessing, rather than a curse. I dread to think what it would be like if she hated me.’ Gods, just thinking of arguing with the woman has you shivering involuntarily, only fuelling your desire to head inside where it’s warm.
Gale drapes an arm over you, pulling you closer and sharing what little heat his robed frame has to offer. ‘To be honest, I think she’s that glad to see me marry, I’d have had to have brought a troll home to truly displease her. Instead, I managed to woo the most incredible being in Toril. How could she be anything less than elated?’ He kisses the top of your head, and you hum, content to be in his embrace.
That is, until the front of your shirt seems to cling a little too eagerly to your nipples.
Trying to be subtle, you glance down at your chest, fighting back a yelp when you notice faint yellow marks staining the white fabric of your shirt, dampening it as they spread even further. Oh gods, what’s happening to you?
Despite your best efforts not to make a fuss, you still move from Gale’s embrace, wiping your shirt in the vain hope the stains will disappear with them. Yet doing so only seems to spread the growth, your nipples rock hard and seemingly weeping at the contact.
It seems Gale can refrain from commenting no longer, a wide smile on his face. ‘I knew you’d have a trick up your sleeve for me this evening! Honestly, lactation isn’t something I thought you’d bring to the table, but who am I to complain?’ If this is what you’d planned tonight, you’d be elated by his attitude, but this wasn’t supposed to happen!
You shake your head, a look of confusion in Gale’s eyes as you try to explain. ‘I think the potion seller gave me the wrong thing. It was supposed to make me wetter downstairs, not make my breasts leak like this!’ Gods, how long will this last for? Even now you can feel them continue to leak, your shirt now basically transparent thanks to all the liquid pouring out.
Gale hums, his initial excitement taking a backseat to concern. ‘Oh dear. That’s quite an unfortunate predicament. What was the potion labeled as out of interest?’ A few years ago, you might have had to go and check the empty bottle for a name, but since your memory has been forced to improve lately due to your adventure, you remember it quite clearly.
So you confidently recall the name, trying to ignore your weeping nipples. ‘Mamilla Lacte. The bottom promised a bountiful flow, and the woman behind the counter assured me it would work!’ Though now that you think of it, that wording…
There’s the faintest hint of mirth in Gale’s eyes. ‘I regret to inform you that the potion seems to have been labeled correctly. Mamilla Lacte has been around for almost as long as Elminster has. It’s used to stimulate milk production, for mothers that might be struggling, or people that simply want to act as a wet nurse for someone else’s child. I’m surprised you found it in the same shop you found all your other delights, but to each their own, I suppose.’ Says the man who sounded genuinely delighted by the prospect a few heartbeats ago, when he thought this was your intended outcome!
You can feel the milk soaking all the way to your stomach now, with no sign of it stopping anytime soon. ‘Oh gods. How do I stop it?! Is there a reverse potion or a spell or something?!’ Surely, as a magical prodigy, Gale can do something to help you. He’s always boasting about his talents in all manner of magical arts; this one shouldn’t be any different!
Gale sighs. ‘I wish I could help, love, but there is little I can do. It’s not like anything unnatural has happened, really. Granted, such excretion is usually prompted by a pregnancy, but unless there’s something you’re not telling me, it’s safe to assume that’s not the case. That is good news for your… predicament, however. With no wailing babe to feed, you’ll eventually dry up. It might just take a while.’ Gods damn it. Well, you’ve made your choice now, and you’ll just have to live with it, even if it’s going to be a huge inconvenience.
Sighing, you cup the underside of your breasts through your top, lifting them up slightly. ‘I guess that explains why my bra wouldn’t fit earlier. They must have started swelling up a bit. They’re sore, too…’ You’re going to have to find some way of covering your nipples tonight, or you’re going to ruin the entire bed by spilling milk all over it.
There’s a moment of hesitation before Gale seems to settle on something, abandoning his book and his wine as he stands. ‘Come with me. I might be able to do something to help.’ He offers you his hand, and you willingly accept, following back inside.
Gale leads you to his fireplace, the flames throwing out an inviting heat. ‘Let’s get comfortable, shall me?’ Your lover scatters cushions over the floor before heading off to close the balcony doors, leaving you to settle yourself in front of the fire.
Comfortably propping yourself up on a few cushions, you decide to remove your shirt, your nipples practically sighing with relief as they’re freed from the damp friction it caused. You can’t help but massage one of the erect bumps, watching as an off-while milk leaks out onto your fingertips. Come to think of it, it’s not too dissimilar to the potion you drank to get yourself into this predicament in the first place; you really should have seen this coming.
When Gale returns, you quickly move your hands away, placing them in your lap as if you weren’t just playing with your breasts. The warmth from the fire is welcome on your skin as your lover settles behind you, placing your bare back against his clothed front.
With you both in position, Gale’s slightly chilly hands cup your breasts from behind, feeling the weight of them in his palms. ‘Well, you’re right about one thing, at least. There’s definitely more flesh here than there used to be. They’re heavier, perhaps even a little swollen…’ A familiar hardness pokes at the base of your spine as your lover shifts, stretching out his legs until your body is nestled between them. You love it when he surrounds you like this, your frames always interlocking so perfectly…
Gale simultaneously tweaks both of your nipples, your body growing flush as milk starts to dribble over his deft fingers. You can’t help but mewl for him despite your embarrassment, wriggling against the hardness behind you.
The wizard shushes you, as if trying to soothe a wild animal. ‘There, there, it’s okay. I can only imagine how tender you might be feeling right now, going through this all at once. Usually it’s a process that takes place over days, not hours. Expressing them should help relieve some of the pressure you’re undoubtedly experiencing as a result of your misadventure.’ A fire more intense than the one before you flickers to life in your gut as Gale continues his tender moments, making sure never to be too firm or too rough with your sensitive flesh.
You whimper, resting your head against Gale’s shoulder. ‘You don’t… have to do this for me. I know it’s not…’ You’re not sure what to add to that, but you’re surprised that he almost seems to be enjoying this. Doesn’t he think it’s gross to have you leaking all over his hands like this?
Gale hums, continuing his movements with care. ‘You’re right, of course. I don’t have to do this. I want to. To see your breasts like this, engorged and full of milk… I think it’s stirring something in me. A need I never knew I had.’ He tweaks your nipple slightly harder, and you yelp as milk spurts across your legs, now the pure white colour you would expect it to be.
Thanks to Gale’s practiced hands, your breasts aren’t the only thing aching, and as you slip a hand into your underwear, you realise that the potion did work as intended, in a roundabout way; with your lover lavishing your chest with such rapt attention, you’ve never been wetter.
Your lover notices your roaming hands, gently biting your neck in chastisement. ‘It’s a shame you’re in this mess by accident, rather than design. Just imagine what it would be like for your body to change not because of a potion, but because I put a child inside you. To feel your entire body change, as it swells with new life. A life we created… together.’ Gale starts to kiss your neck then, and you raise your hips so you can slide two fingers into yourself, imagining that it’s him inside you instead.
As you slowly fuck yourself, you find any shame or embarrassment over your situation disappearing, replaced by pure lust. ‘You could… try to put a baby in me. I would happily let you.’ Right now, it feels like the most important thing in the world. The only thing that matters anymore…
It’s Gale’s turn to groan as he licks your skin, tasting the thin layer of sweat forming. ‘I don’t know that I’ll be the best father in the world, but I do know no child of ours will ever starve. Still, it would be nice to have our own little scamp running around the tower. We’ll have to keep a close eye certainly, and I’m sure if it takes after me we’ll have our hands full, but I want it. Want to try, at least.’ The fact he’s still teasing you through such a confession is slowly driving you mad, but one thing is for sure; you want the same thing.
So you pull away- almost weeping over the loss of contact- so you can turn around, laying yourself down over the pillows. ‘Then let’s try, love. As many times as it takes.’ You’re not foolish enough to think that it’ll take straight away, but with as much as the two of you make love, it seems like an inevitability you are happy to surrender yourself to.
Gale smiles down at you as he hastily removes his robes, making sure to remove every other part of his clothing too until he’s naked before you, clever fingers at the fastening of your trousers. ‘You know me. I’m never one to give up. Not when I want something this badly. I only hope my body is as willing as my mind.’ Slowly, he removes your trousers, making sure to caress your legs as he goes. He raises a brow at the sight of your thong, but he’s quick to rid you of that too, before spreading your legs and settling himself between them.
Before you can say anything, Gale presses his face into your core, his skilled tongue parting your folds and lapping at your arousal. You bite your lip and clench your fists, hooking a leg over his shoulder to give him better access.
Your lover hums in appreciation, the vibrations seemingly travelling throughout your entire body. Gale’s thumb moves to stroke your clit with practiced flicks, playing you like an instrument he has long since mastered. Milk leaks from your chest and tickles your ribs as it drips onto the pillows, threatening to ruin them with each passing moment.
If Gale is aware of your breasts destroying the soft furnishings, he doesn’t care; not with his tongue now completely inside you, your clit trapped between his fingers and nose as he seeks out your sweet spots. One of your hands can’t help but tugs at his graying locks, encouraging him on as your body gives itself over to him, orgasm so close it makes your eyes weep as steadily as the rest of your body.
With a few targeted flicks and a generous helping of moans, Gale pushes your body over the edge, allowing you to hold his head firmly against you as you ride out your pleasure. Your lover is completely unphased by the fact he must be struggling for breath, dutifully ensuring you wring out every last drop of ecstasy before you finally release him.
As you lay panting, Gale positions himself, keeping your leg resting on his shoulder as he looms over you, his face hovering over your breasts. ‘You’ll have to pardon me for letting my intrusive thoughts win, but I would be no kind of wizard if I didn’t explore an opportunity to discover something new. The taste of your milk, specifically.’ A moan tears from your chest as your lover slides himself into you, replaced by a scream with an eager mouth latches onto a sensitive nipple, suckling it like a hungry babe.
The pace Gale sets is slow when compared to his mouth, which seems even more determined to milk you than his fingers were. He pants through his nose as he swallows you up enthusiastically, the tiniest beads of moisture wetting his beard as he allows a few droplets to escape.
You’re a mess by the time he comes up for air, grinning wildly as he snaps his hips even faster. ‘You know, I’m almost tempted to change my mind about the whole child thing. I’m not sure I’m willing to share.’ He attacks your other breast with the same vigour as the first, his fingers digging into your hips so hard you’re convinced he’ll leave bruises.
You dig your heel into Gale’s ass, wordlessly encouraging him to go faster. ‘But I want your baby, Gale. Our own little bundle of mischief and magic. A perfect copy of the only man I’ve ever truly loved.’ Your lover bites down on your nipple a little too hard at that, clearly overexcited by the thoughts flooding his mind.
Reluctantly, Gale pulls away from your breasts, moving one of his hands to stroke your clit again. ‘I want a child that’s a mix of us both. Your eyes, my magic. I could think of nothing better in this world, save for to spend the rest of my days waking up beside you.’ He kisses you then, the combined taste of both of your fluids on his tongue.
It only takes a few more thrusts to have you falling around his tongue, your nails digging into his shoulders as you let your mind be consumed by thoughts of the man above you. Gale pulls back to look you in the eyes before finishing himself, snapping his hips forward as hard as he can before flooding your insides as deeply as he can.
Gale rests his forehead as your breaths mingle, each of you gasping for air after your lovemaking. As far as potion mishaps goes, perhaps this wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened; not if you both get the outcome you desire.
If you don’t, you’ll just have to repeat your experiment until you do.