Clover Hallucinogenic Suckling Concept 1

You agree to try one of these visions Clover mentioned, although you aren't sure how exactly you're going to be partaking. It isn't until she guides you around the booth to a small stool beside her and are seated next to the busty elf that you put two-and-two together.

As you sit, the woman takes your shoulder, guiding you to lay back onto her lap. Her hooded face and those piercing blue eyes encapsulate every inch of your vision that isn't swimming in her enormous fertite-pierced bust.

Lowering a breast to your lips, she begins muttering something in a language you don't understand. Elvish perhaps?

"Peidiwch â chyfieithu hyn, nid oes gennyf yr amser i wneud rhywbeth yn well."

Her nipple grazes your now-open mouth. As soon as her milk touches your tongue, everything stops. It's as if all time is meaningless. All that matters is yourself and these breasts.

Bringing your right hand up, you sink your fingers into the seer's unsuckled tit, wrapping your lips snugly around the teat in your mouth. In sync with your suckling, the world around you seems to melt away a few feet at a time until only you and Clover are all that exist.

The emptiness around you is awash with an array of colors, but none of that matters. The tit in your mouth disgorges another burst of milk and suddenly your two stools are sitting in a field. Is it your village back home? Do you care?

Another dash of milk and everything collapses, reality pouring away into more milk for you to suckle from the busty broad upon whose lap you rest. When the thought crosses your mind, you look up to Clover, who is simply staring back at you already.

Her ice-blue eyes begin to waver before turning into pale-blue flames emanating from under her hood. You don't know if you should be concerned, but you keep suckling nonetheless.

The flames under Clover's hood grow until they usurp the hood and engulf her whole head. They spread, crackling but not burning, until only you and her breasts are left in the world. Until your mouth is filled and you swallow.

Suddenly, everything goes black. You are floating. Are you? Even Clover's breasts are gone. A lake appears out of the blackness, only to be consumed by it. Next, a mountain arises from the darkness, upon which sits a Factory.

Before you can make out just where this Factory is located upon the mountain, Clover's tits fall back into view and, more specifically, into your mouth. Only, this time you feel one of her hands at the back of your head, stroking it as reality begins to fade back into your vision.

As you pop her nipple out of your mouth, you lick your lips and wonder just what the fuck happened.