That Heroic Cow

That Heroic Cow
(Lactation, Milking, Elf X Human woman)

Leiriu woke up in a panic. Her first expectation was to hear the droning cries of her baby. It was what woke her up night after night, that scream of a confused newborn who wanted something from the strange world around it.

No, the house was still dark, and there wasn’t a peep from the wood crib next to her.

She sat up, and immediately felt off-balance. She looked down at the source of the problem. Ever since giving birth, her breasts were heavy with milk. She wasn’t an itty bitty woman by elven means even before, but now she found herself even stacking up to human women. Sometimes it made her feel proud, except when she felt like an irritable goat in need of milking. After a long night’s sleep, it was at its worst.

Leiriu wrote her mother about how swollen she felt. Her mother wrote back, “Your body has to feed that piggy little human you made.”

Her mother didn’t approve of her marriage.

Her back went straight as a heavy knock shook her front door. It sounded urgent, and she had to imagine that was what stirred her the first time. She moved through the little house, and peeked out the window to see a man in full armor, with the crest of the king. Next to him was a small woman wearing an attendant uniform in the royal colors of purple and gold.

Whatever this was, it wasn’t good. She tried not to be nervous. So far, besides a few stares, and the occasional rude word, her life in the human kingdoms were fine. They found her ways strange, they constantly questioned her age, asked her if she slept, and one woman even asked her if she pooped crystals. As if the hardness rating of her passings were anyone’s business but her own.

Leiriu opened the door, and the woman bowed.

“Leiriu?” She said in a gasp, “You must be the right one.”

The woman looked Leiriu in the face, and her eyes focused off on Leiriu’s ears. Her ears lowered as her sinking sensation came to the fore.

“Who wants to know?”

The man in armor struck the butt of his pike against the dirt, and the attendant nodded to him without a word.

The woman looked down at Leiriu’s chest, and when Leiriu looked she saw a small wet spot had developed on her night gown. This was the risk if she did too much before draining them. She couldn’t help but blush, it was humiliating.

“Then it is you,” The woman said, “I am Marie, attendant to our great prince, heir to the throne of peace, first of his name. It is an emergency, Leiriu, wife of Cheroc. We need your help at the castle.”

She didn’t know why they could possibly need her. She had no magical capability, if that was what they wanted. Of course there were plenty of elves living in the kingdom if that was what they needed. Leiriu was a mother and wife, any other career she was now retired from.

“I don’t know if…”

“Get her,” said Marie.

A heavy hand grabbed her by the wrist, the armored guard pulling her away from her house.

“No!” Her heart started to beat in panic, “My baby, no please.”

“Don’t worry,” Marie shouted after them as the man pulled her through the road, “I’ve got him.”

Leiriu tried not to panic, and her mind calmed down when Marie caught up with them with her baby swaddled and ready to go.

“Please,” Leiriu said, “Just tell me what this is all about. I haven’t done anything wrong, I’ve never even met the prince before.”

“We know,” Marie said, “Your help is needed for a sensitive manner.”

Marie was looking back and forth, as if someone would come attack them at any moment. Which only served to make Leiriu walk stiffer, and fear every corner they passed in the early morning streets. The sun wasn’t even up, but the occasional merchant or laborer was on their way here or there. They all gave Leiriu a stern look, as if they weren’t surprised that an elf was being dragged off.

“Just tell me,” Leiriu pleaded, “This is most unnatural. I can’t imagine the prince has any use for a new mother and nothing more.”

Marie’s eyes trailed down to Leiriu’s bosom, and Leiriu realized that her leaking problem was getting worse. She felt a little moist now, as the material rubbed back and forth against her sleepwear. Of course, in current conditions, there was little she could do about it. Why did they have to snatch her out of her home?

Marie blushed, and turned away. “We can explain at the palace. Please, just be silent.”

She tried, but her worry welled up as they went. She found herself making small noises, trying not to look worried as Marie cooed and kissed at her son. Old childhood fears were returning in force. For all she knew, they planned to steal her baby, and jail her for ever talking to a human. It seemed ridiculous for it to happen after all this time, but what else could she think when she was being dragged through the night by an armed guard.

They made it to the palace itself, and Leiriu was lead through long hallways full of flowing red carpets and expensive paintings. Human extravagance.

“Can you tell me now?” Leiriu asked as she realized no one was around except maids and guards.

Marie let out a sigh.

“The prince is ill,” Marie said quietly, “I have been speaking with the alchemist, and he has gone through a long list of solutions. We have come to one.”

A million and one possibilities ran through Leiriu’s head.

They came to a door, and she could hear loud talking on the far side. Two guards in gilded armor stood outside. They didn’t flinch at Marie’s arrival, or even look at the pair when Marie turned to explain.

“We need your…” Marie looked at Leiriu’s chest again, “Well, uhm.”

Leiriu couldn’t understand humans sometimes. In this case, the staring was so shameless, despite the other woman blushing. It made no sense.

Leiriu covered her chest with one arm, “What. What do you need that only I can give?”

Marie grabbed her wrist, “Trust me, you won’t want to turn this oppurtunity down.”

She opened the door, and swung it open.

Inside were several men, most of them with white beards, and flowing robes. They seemed to be discussing something in words so loud and emotional that their faces were red and spittle was on the edge of one man’s lips.

“I have found her!” Marie proclaimed as she closed the door behind them.

“Our savior,” A middle aged human proclaimed as he walked toward Leiriu.

She felt cornered, the men all turned to face her, eyes focused on her. No, eyes focused on her chest?

“Let us see them,” The middle aged man said, “Come now girl, you will save us all.”

Leiriu stammered, “What? I’ve no idea what I’m here for, good sirs. Please, I ask your mercy.”

“Your milk,” The man said, “The prince, the kingdom itself, demands your motherly production. Would you deny it?”

Leiriu felt a wash of fear go over her. They wanted her milk? Of all the things to request of a woman, they wanted what belonged only to her son or her?

“Sir,” Leiriu said as she backed up, “You confuse me for cattle, I’m no one’s to milk.”

A man in back went red in an instant, human lack of control. “You would kill the prince, and let this kingdom die, over what?”

Leiriu took a step back, “I would do no such thing.”

“She may just be a traitor,” Another man said, “Now given the chance, she would let our fair prince waste away. Typical of the feyfolk.”

Her ears perked at the accusation. She tried to control her feelings, but she knew deep down that one wild accusation could become much more. Her reputation was already fragile, everyone was prepared to start rumors about her. What would happen if the prince died and she was blamed? Her life for her, and her son, would be over.

“I would help if I could…” She began.

“Then it is decided,” Said the man edging closer to her, “You will be the very maid to the prince.”

“I can give you what you want,” Leiriu said, her voice growing quieter as the men grew closer, “If you would give me the privacy to perform the act.”

The men all looked at each other. Then back at Leiriu’s chest.

“And leave you alone with the prince?” Said the red-faced man, “You’ve already admitted you would let him die. How do we know where your loyalties lie?”

A raspy voice came from the side of the room. An ancient looking man, in flowing robes covered in runic marks. “Besides, the ingredient must be fresh, absolutely fresh. At the least, I would need to be there to take it.”

The advisor close to her stood tall, “I am the Prince’s closest advisor, he would want me to personally oversee anything he will ingest.”

“As the commander of the guard,” Said another man, “I cannot let you give anything to the prince that I have not checked myself.”

A rabble broke out. Leiriu looking back and forth as she was encircled by the men. They were all taking turns arguing with each other, and then watching her movements. All the while she felt swollen, and heavy. Her panic wasn’t helping her condition, and now the time when last she had emptied her breasts was increasing. It was growing uncomfortable.

She looked through the cracks between the men, and saw that at the center of the room, there was a body on a slab. It was the prince himself, laid out with arms crossed. His face looked pale, and the blanket draped across him made Leiriu sure he was already dead. Still, she understood that despite all of this insanity, they did have a true cause.

“Gentlemen, please.” Said Marie as she jumped between the crowding men and Leiriu, “I understand your zeal, trust me, but you must consider a woman’s honor. Elf or not, I understand her plight as the fairer sex. You may stay, but for her sake, let another woman’s hands perform the act.”

Though they mumbled between themselves, they couldn’t argue her point. Leiriu let out a sigh of relief. She would have rathered just done it herself, but she couldn’t make an excuse to fight this concession.

Then Marie turned around, and Leiriu swallowed deeply. The attendant’s face was crimson red in the cheeks, and her eyes were watching Leiriu like a buffet spread out.

“Come to the center of the room,” Marie said, “collet the glass, and we will see this done.”

Marie took Leiriu by the wrist, and they walked to the center of the grand meeting room. They were close there to the prince, and two chairs were opposite of each other. Leiriu sat, and Marie took her place across from her.

“We can save the kingdom,” Marie said with a half-smile, “Just let me do this, and everything will be okay.”

Leiriu looked around the room. The men had set themselves up on the edge of the room, watching like a theater audience. The alchemist had a small table closeby, odd vials set up there within arms reach of the prince.

She took the hem of her gown and started to lift it, unsure how she ever got into this situation. The fresh milk of an elf? That sounded made up. What if the medicine didn’t work? Would she be blamed?

As her bare stomach was exposed, all eyes locked on it. Her belly button, nearly unnoticeable, her stomach twisting in fear. The bottom of her right breast was exposed, and she took a deep breath. She brought the gown over her nipple, and one man made a gasping noise as if it was the first he had ever seen.

Marie leaned forward and reached a hand out. The first touch sent a chill through Leiriu’s body.

“Cold,” She whispered.

Marie blushed, “We don’t have time to wait, we have argued it enough.”

Marie scooted in closer, and cupped her hand under Leiriu’s breast. She massaged the undercurve, small movements with her fingers, nearly bouncing it in her palm. She felt like fruit being tested for freshness.

Still, at this point she needed this. Her chest felt sore from all the movement, and defending it. She was sure at any moment her son would wake up, expecting the bounty this woman came to steal away.

“It isn’t quite firm,” Marie whispered, seemingly to herself, “Still… so soft.”

Leiriu felt the burn of embarrassment. She didn’t come here to be admired.

“Then I just squeeze the tip?” Marie asked, her eyes never leaving Leiriu’s tightening nipples.

“No,” She shook her head, she put her finger along the areola, “Focus here.”

Marie nodded, and took fingers on both sides, circling them around the darkened skin. Leiriu had to look away. Another sensation was rising within her, one she was hoping to avoid throughout this affair.

Then Marie gave it a light squeeze, and Leiriu felt and heard a squirt from her body. The whole room gasped, and Leiriu covered her mouth. When she looked, the squirt had travelled so far that it splashed across the front of Marie’s blouse. Leiriu went crimson.

“It…” she wanted to explain, “It builds up.”

“The cup,” The alchemist said, holding out a small glass cup that could just as easily be used for cream or sugar.
Marie took it, and placed it up to Leiriu’s nipple. The attendant had a smile on her face now, spread wide and growing wider.

Another squeeze, and Leiriu shut her eyes as a quick dribble made its way into the cup. She could hear each drop, her ears wiggled at the sound. Everyone was watching her, they could see as her breast was massaged and squeezed, as her cheeks flushed from the contact, as her nipples grew hard from being teased.

Marie gave her areola undue attention between each squeeze. Her thumb and forefinger circling Leiriu, testing every curve they could before coming together once more to relieve some of the pressure. Already she felt lopsided, each drop was a weight off of her.

Leiriu let out a heavy breath through her nose. Marie’s fingers were circling her nipple now, as if they wanted to taste the source of the life saving liquid. Small circles that tweaked her nipples this way and that.

Her shoulders shuddered, and Marie stopped.

Leiriu looked at the attendant, and saw that Marie was watching her face.

“So it still feels good then?” Marie whispered, the woman looked toward the ground, “I was worried.”

Leiriu wanted to say something, want to warn her that she was losing focus. Then Marie’s fingers began their work again, and she could tell that the woman was teasing her. Long circles around her areola drove a heat into Leiriu’s chest, Marie’s fingers took small squeezes of her nipples when they found the chance.

Why did it have to be in front of so many people? Why did it have to be her breasts? Even if she saved the prince, even if they got their ingredient in abundance, her secret was going to be out.

Leiriu bit her lip and suppressed a sigh.

Her breasts were sensitive. Really, all elf breasts were. Not that most human men would know, elven women were petite, and men who were in it for breasts and nipples found their pleasures with dwarven women or heavy-set humans. But when Leiriu’s husband first assaulted her breasts, he saw the hidden secret of the feyfolk on her face. She couldn’t resist a foreign touch to her nipples.

Another squeeze, and more drops fell into the cup. Marie held it up, and there was a small bit there now at the bottom.

“That is enough for now,” The alchemist said. He took the cup from Marie, and Leiriu let out a sigh of relief.

Then the alchemist handed Marie another cup.

“Fill this one, to be safe.”

Marie smiled at the empty glass, “Yes sir, for the Prince.”

Leiriu’s eyebrows creased at the sight of Marie distorted through the glass.

The attendant took it upon herself to lift the other side of Leiriu’s gown. Her other breast was exposed to the room, swollen, smooth. Her nipple already matched its partner, the tip glistening from small drips that had escaped through the morning.

“Let’s finish what we started,” Marie whispered, “Milk maid.”

Marie’s hands were gentle as they worked. Leiriu’s nipple fell under thumb, being twirled one way, and then the other. Marie’s palm gripped her completely, an act she didn’t dare during the previous cup.

“First we massage it,” Marie said as she pulled Leiriu’s breast up, to the side, and dug her fingers into the soft flesh.

A small dribble of milk appeared at the tip of her nipple, and Marie moved the cup up to catch it.

“We wouldn’t want to miss a drop.”

Leiriu wanted to look away from her, but the woman’s eyes were enthralling. Marie seemed hypnotized by her breasts, she licked her lips as her fingers ran over the grooves of her areola. The lust was intimidating.

She couldn’t contain herself. As Marie took her first real squeeze, a jet of milk hit the bottom of the cup. Leiriu let out a small squeak of pleasure. She could feel her ears flattening out, could feel a heat growing in the pit of her stomach. This needed to be over soon.

Marie wiped the dribble clear with her finger, then massaged her more. She seemed willing to prepare every drop, work out every ounce by hand. She squeezed again, and the milk came as a squirt again. Leiriu couldn’t hold back. A moan shook her bottom lip. Her eyes squeezed tight as a wave of pleasure left her chest.

The fingers didn’t stop, but Leiriu peeked out to see the shock on Marie’s face. The men around the room looked the same. Some had noticeable bumps in their laps, and others were looking so intently they were nearly out of their chairs.

A tear came to Leiriu’s eyes. Was this what she would be known as from now on? The freakish elf-girl who moans as she breastfeeds?

Marie squeezed again, and the question was answered as Leiriu’s eyes shut tight, and her whole body shuddered. The ball of ecstasy was building within her. She was facing it now, with no chance to escape. Unless Marie was down now, unless this was finished, she was going to shame herself in front of the highest men in the land.

Marie massaged her softly, and brought up the cup to look at what they already had.

“That may be enough,” The alchemist said.

Leiriu’s breathing was heavy, her face hot. Still, those words brought a wash of relief over her. She could walk away with some dignity intact.

“One moment,” Marie said, “I think there is a little more.”

Marie’s eyes locked on hers, and the attendant licked her lips once more. She stood, coming close to Leiriu as she held the cup up to her dribbling nipple.

“Sing for me,” Marie whispered straight to her, “my feyborn cow.”

Leiriu squeezed her lips tight, and shook her head no.

Then she felt Marie’s fingers sliding over her nipple, a sharp pinch, followed by a kinder squeeze that pulled the last swill of milk from her. It felt like lightning through her chest, spreading to every part of her body, touching the tips and retracing back. She tried to stay quiet, but her mind began to fade, and all she could feel was the wash of bliss as it overtook her.

A cry escaped her, and her back arched into Marie’s hands. Her thighs squeezed tight together as the peak threatened to push her from her chair. Then as she returned to the ground, she could hear a drop hit the milk in the cup.

“Perfect,” Marie said as she took the cup over to the alchemist.

“This is wonderful,” Said the alchemist, focused on his work, “I assure you that you are safe to leave men, the prince’s safety is a sure thing.”

The alchemist took a funnel, and poured a reddish white substance, Leiriu’s milk and some other mixture, directly into the fading lord’s mouth. It was in small bits, with breaks to message his throat.

The nobles all stood and yammered between themselves as they made their way to the door. Soon the room was empty, besides the alchemist, Leiriu, and Marie.

Leiriu felt exhausted, her head back over the top of the chair, her mouth open as she took deep gasps for breath. They had seen it, seen the lewd look on her face as she gave in to temptation. All from the touch of another woman.

Marie’s eyes came into view, smiling down on Leiriu.

“Why?” Leiriu asked.

Marie leaned down and kissed Leiriu deep, her tongue twirling over Leiriu’s, their breath intermixing. Leiriu’s ears perked and her eyes snapped open. A hand gripped Leiriu’s breast, and cave it a squeeze.

She released the kiss, then gave Leiriu a small peck on the nose, “Now you’re the hero of the kingdom.”

Then Marie left her there alone.

Leiriu picked herself up, and tried to stand without collapsing. Even when her breathing was regular, her nightgown still had the marks of moisture from her milk. She went to the hall, and saw there that one of the guards was holding her baby. The baby gave a giggling laugh as the armored man played with its nose. Upon sight of Leiriu the man straightened up, and presented her with her child.

“Thank you,” she said, “I appreciate it.”

She made her walk of shame back to her house, wonder exactly what came next. Men and women, now awake en masse, were watching her as she walked home in her sleepwear. They whispered to themselves, or laughed as she tried to calm her likely starving baby.

Even when they didn’t know, life was already tough. What would happen when the rumors began? Surely Marie wouldn’t be able to stay quiet, and those noblemen had no reason not to enjoy the gossip.

She made it home, put the baby in its crib, and collapsed into bed. Her life was ruined.

When she woke up, she heard chanting outside. She didn’t know what to expect, so she rushed to the door to see what all the commotion was about.

The door swung open, and she was welcomed by the cheers of a massive crowd. Banners were erected, handfuls of flowers were pushed toward her. Best of all, jars of milk by the dozen.

At the front was Marie, a blush in her cheeks that tried to match Leiriu’s own. In her hands was the leash to a dairy cow.

“A cheer for the kingdom’s hero!” Marie shouted, and the crowd erupted.