Let me give this a shot.

>tfw Banshee will never use sonic manipulation to turn your dick into a living vibrator.
>tfw Ember will never push you to the ground and dominate you with her scalding hot cunt.
>tfw Mag will never use magnetism to jerk you off without even touching you.
>tfw Mesa will never ride you cowgirl style, duel-wielding her tits like pro.
>tfw Mirage will never invite you to an orgy of just you and her.
>tfw Nova will never create a small wormhole so she can fuck you from anywhere.
>tfw Nyx will never hypnotize you, removing all your normal reservations.
>tfw Saryn will never dose you with something hardcore, leaving you painfully horny.
>tfw Trinity will never keep you healthy and energized, gently fucking you for hours.
>tfw Valkyr will never slam you up against the wall, fucking you like a savage animal.
>tfw you will never have pulse-pounding mid-air sex with Zephyr.
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And now, for those of you with certain tastes: Tenno Lady Breastfeeding!

>Banshee, ever the diva, insists that her milk is of the highest quality. And she's not wrong: it has a rich, creamy texture that goes down smoothly and it leaves a pleasant, lingering aftertaste. Tends to hum and sing quietly while you're at her breast.
>Ember's milk is constantly warm, running thin and sweet across your tongue and leaving behind a faintly cinnamon aftertaste. Loves to spray you with it, squirting twin streams of hot lactic acid at you, leaving you soaked from their volcanic gushing. Gets quiet and cuddly when you feed from her.
>Mag's carries a faintly metallic tang to it that does nothing to damage it's quality. Often, she'll use magnetism to guide streamers of milk through the air and into your waiting mouth (fucking magnets etc.). Strangely, she recites mathematical equations to herself while you suckle.
>Mesa loves to play up her "cowgirl" image, playfully mooing at you while you nurse from her teat. Insists on wearing the Longhorn helmet during the act. Keeps glass bottles of her own milk stored in a fridge in her quarters that she saves in case of "dry spells". Has thought of making cheese.
>Mirage, ever the brat, demands that the only liquids that pass your lips be ones she has produced. Will surround you with doppelgangers and play with her tits, squirting you both with her thin streams. When you give in she forces your face to her chest, insisting that you made the right choice.
>Nova loves to play with her tits when they're full, shaking them and bouncing them just to hear them slosh. When you nurse from her she gets extremely giddy, pressing you deep into her breast flesh as she giggles and yammers on about nothing in particular.
>Nyx has earned herself the extremely appropriate title of "hypno-tits". She surprises you with a sudden flash of her tits and leaves you convinced that you're absolutely parched. As you nestle in against her and drink deeply, she starts to put ideas in your head.
>Saryn's milk is a heady cocktail of depressants and sedatives, leaving you a passive, mewling lump in her arms. She goes out of her way to spike any drink in your possession with her "white gold". Occasionally uses her milk to bake a special batch of brownies, which she then hands out as "gifts".
>Trinity could save the world with her tits. Her milk is an incredible cure all, leaving you feeling fresh and lively after every feeding. Has a very motherly attitude, treating you like her own little baby whenever she has you in her arms. Is very proud of the fact that she supplies one of your basic food groups.
>Valkyr gets grumpier and surlier than usual when she needs a good milking. When you're actually feeding from her she grunts and growls in animalistic pleasure, grinding her breasts harshly against your face. Loves the feeling of it when you bite and yank at her tits.
>If a bird could breastfeed it would probably look like Zephyr. She takes the time to secure a special place for your feedings and claims it as her "nest". When you join her, she snuggles in close to you and offers a rigid nipple. As you suckle she stretches her taught, agile body, pressing you firmly against her chest.

Whew. That was a rush.
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>Saryn, lying in her bed, cradles you against her engorged bosom.
>You suckle at her rigid tit, her narcotic nectar sending you into a drunken daze.
>She has your length in her hand, softly stroking you, keeping you just aroused enough to remain conscious.
>She murmurs to you softly, imploring you to let her take away all your pain, fear, and responsibility.
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>At Tenno home base, doin' temp work.
>Suddenly a soft, heavy weight encompasses you from behind.
>"Good morning, Anon! Did you sleep well?"
>Damn it, Nova.
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>be nyx
>haven't been milked in days
>frames "lactic drainage pumps" on the fritz
>team too busy to lend a hand
>already got a fat ass
>fml
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Where does the milk go once they've been milked?
A number of options!
>Ideally, inside you.
>Frames typically process any waste and other byproducts produced by their hosts, including lactic acid.
>Used in the production of various foodstuffs, from emergency rations to various confections (Saryn will vouch for the latter).
>Corpus pays top dollar to anyone who can bring them even a few pints of pure Tenno milk.
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>Corpus pays top dollar to anyone who can bring them even a few pints of pure Tenno milk.
>tfw you realize that at one point some Corpus asshole looked at a lady Tenno's tits and said to himself "Yeah, I'm gonna make money off that."
Anon 1: fucking died, that's my thought process.
Anon 2: And yet his scheme lives on in the black, little hearts and seedy, little minds of many Corpus douchebags: To capture Tenno females, plug them into horrifying milking machines, and drain them dry, all to boost their profit margin. Just keep that in mind the next time your slaughtering some box-headed jerkoffs.