priestess milkies ii

priestess milkies part ii ⛩

i was thinking about how overwhelming the situation they fell into after midnight was and how they would have to work all night to fill enough bottles for distribution as a new year’s day gift.

after some persuasion, archer was able to help shinji get a proper milk flow going and they got right to work despite being exhausted each in their own way. archer had gently pulled shinji to sit in his lap so she could be physically supported — the added weight of her breasts was making it too difficult to manage the kind of posture needed for this task on her own. it’s so difficult for her to get accustomed to being milked, even though it’s happened before. of course, it wasn’t quite anything like this. she still trembles and twitches from stimulation now and again, even though the pain of her nipples being abused is unavoidable. any time shinji thinks she’s beginning to feel less full, the liquid heaviness is immediately replaced.

the two of them diligently fill bottles with milk, each of them on a different side. archer pauses now and then to wipe down shinji’s face and massage her tense shoulders, whispering praise and encouragement into her ear before kissing her forehead. the gentle treatment really helps keep her grounded, especially considering she otherwise feels as if she’s become cattle for her village. she’s not wrong, either.

around an hour before the sun would begin to rise, shinji’s exhaustion catches up with her and she falls asleep. still sitting in archer’s lap, he pulls her back into a more comfortable sitting position after she had slumped over with her heavy breasts so far they were resting  and spilling over her thighs. archer can hold her up and continue milking her with minimal effort and being able to use gravity to help milk flow made things a lot more efficient. her body still twitches and soft, cute sounds fall from her lips as archer tries to be as gentle as possible. her nipples are so swollen... he really wants to pamper her once they’re done with this troublesome task.

by morning nearly a hundred milk bottles had been perfectly filled. in a half-lucid state, shinji saw them all collected together and could only emit a strange sound of dismay. there was an impossible amount of milk filled into these bottles... and yet, the size of her chest had hardly changed. her breasts felt lighter, sure, but there was an ever present tingling sensation that the dense feeling of liquid filling her would return. either way, she had at least accomplished her task. she couldn’t have done it without archer, who was now dressing her in her softest robe with gentleness... her eyes fluttered open and closed in a struggle to remain lucid, but truly, she’d been completely drained in more than one way.

she can hear talking and the clinking of milk bottles faintly in the back of her mind, but it’s quickly replaced with the feeling of archer curling around her futon to provide his usual warmth and security, petting her hair with so much affection. shinji doesn’t know if she tells him that she loves him out loud or just in her mind, but he knows either way.

she is lovingly cared for the rest of the day, gently placed into a warm bath filled with things to soothe her aching body. she’s patted down with the soft towels to dry and dressed again in in a robe only loosely tied at her waist. her breasts are only somewhat obscured this way, but avoiding irritation from fabric was the most important thing to avoid at this time. shinji hardly seemed to care at this point, more concerned with soaking up as much affection from archer as she possible can. he delicately hand feeds her the offerings left for her, encouraging her to indulge in cheese and fresh fruits — all of it would help her gain her energy back. archer had brewed a fresh pot of tea as his own personal offering to her and the warmth of it coating her throat all the way down into her stomach was healing. understandably, she was still a little unfocused. her body ached and gravity was relentless, but archer’s presence was warm. her lips curl into a lazy smile once she takes notice of the concerned wrinkle between his eyebrows. words were a lot of effort, but the bratty sound she made at archer told him right away that she wanted him to join her in bed. she rolled over with some effort to push her face into his chest, palms open and eagerly touching his skin. when enduring any sort of discomfort, she always feels as if she can absorb some of his strength this way. with a body as large as his she’s confident that he has some to spare for her.

her ears twitch and her fingers tap against him as archer leans down to place a kiss on the top of her head. even if she’s exhausted, she’s craving affection. there’s nothing quite like validation from him that she is loved and thought of as beautiful by him. especially when her form changes at the whims of destiny and the gods, it was a precious thing to her. archer, as her true bodyguard, is linked to her well enough to feel that yearning. his hands are on her immediately, securing her hips as he turns her onto her back and watches her sink gently into the blankets and pillows they’ve covered this space with. he runs his hands down her waist and over her hips, gripping and kneading his way down to her thighs. she’s quivering; purring desperately. he knows how important this is to her. what she ought to know is how important it is to him as well. he’s as gentle as he can be when he takes one of her tits into his hand, the feeling of soft skin pressing through the space between his fingers and spilling over his palm. shinji’s breath hitches sharply, but she exhales with relief. archer can’t help the growl that rumbles at the base of his throat as he kisses the crook of her neck and lightly grazes his teeth against her skin. her hips twitch and her eyes flutter closed. she’s biting at her bottom lip when she can feel archer’s fingers start to flex and roll, and her entire body trembles once she’s leaking milk again, spilling through the space between her and archer’s hand and dripping generously onto her exposed abdomen.

it doesn’t take long for the other side to drip into a steady flow. it was perfect timing; as she her chest had once again become uncomfortably heavy over the course of the day. the soreness and aching was more than worth knowing that this time she wouldn’t have to share. this was all for him. her back arches when another hand presses into her other tit, the increase in milk flow just from being touched creating a satisfying warmth that rushed through her body. for as disproportionately large her breasts had become, the pleasure from stimulation had also drastically increased. without the performance anxiety of filling dozens of bottles, she was free from worry of wasting milk; able to enjoy the feeling of it being squeezed through archer’s fingers. her back arches until it twinges again, still unstable from suddenly being made to withstand the added weight. the effects of gravity and lying on her back seemed to magnify this, making her feel pinned to the bed.

in the course of just a few hours shinji had become thoroughly engorged with milk again. she’s begging for more relief by the time archer takes one of her tits into his mouth. her nipples are impossibly swollen and puffy; so soft archer couldn’t help but marvel at the feeling as he was quickly overwhelmed by the amount of milk rushing past his tongue. it was thick; creamy and decadent. it was no wonder the village wanted to get their hands on it. had archer known he never would have shared. milk from the opposite side continues to flow, leaking from archer’s hand. the satisfying sound of large droplets slapping against shinji’s skin before streaking across her bare stomach could be heard between both of their gasps and pleased moans. once archer switches sides, shinji brings her own hand to the abandoned breast, massaging and kneading to enjoy the feeling of milk squeezing between her fingers. there was still so much. archer was a large man, so she was certain he would gladly drink his fill. she wanted the sensation of his hot tongue pressed eagerly against her burned into her mind forever. her entire body is trembling again. so much that she hasn’t yet realized she’s started to cry, overwhelmed and overstimulated. even so, she’s begging him not to stop. she is his priestess, so he must oblige.

it feels like it’s been ages when archer finally releases her tit from his mouth. his large hands make their way to shinji’s waist again, as if trying to absorb the twitches coming from her body. he kisses her deeply and she responds with sweet, exhausted sounds. unable to pass up the opportunity, he helps himself to the milk thats pooled at her collar bone and between her tits. he laps it up before pressing his face into her milk soaked skin until he can feel the rumbling of a deep and satisfied purr. it’s cute how drunk on stimulation she is.

he chuckles when he realizes they’ve made a mess again, but there’s really no rush to clean it up. he could wait until she wakes up and whines about being sticky.