Adventuring Thirst

(contains pregnant dragons, lactation, and adult nursing)

Commission for Markus

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Taking this job was a series of mistakes, too many to count. The fact that dragons aren’t stealthy creatures by nature ranked pretty high up that list. However, trying to be sneaky while gravid with a late stage of pregnancy might be a blunder for any general race. Point being, the resident baron turned lich did not find two scalie brutes busting up his mansion very entertaining, accident or not.

“This is why I tell you to wait outside!” a male voice screamed over the fireball that sailed past an antique couch. It exploded in an overcompensating flash that decimated some expensive-looking drapes. Scraps of which landed on the voice’s owner but did nothing to injure his sapphire colored scales. He still swiped them off before his less durable adventuring gear caught fire.

“And I said I could have broken that lock!” a female voice roared before the red dragon herself dived out to fire a flintlock pistol at the undead maniac flinging spells. Her taut belly bounced like a beach ball over inflated with young, working with rich hips to make her as wide as the armoire that served for cover. “Stop acting like I’m some lazy human. A few kids won’t stop me.”

“Look out!” Markus yelled, seeing the lich prime another fireball.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Levian danced back behind her furniture shield, uncaring at how the destructive blast shattered the facing doors in a shower of splinters. Despite such a fertile figure, her monstrous paw feet remained nimbler than an elf Markus once partied with. It didn’t ease any concerns, since those were his young in that bloated womb. “This guy is such an armature he thinks spamming blast spells will solve all his problems.”

“We’re getting there!” The lich hissed before destroying more of his own property with a spraying of acid. “You greedy, pathetic excuse for thieving rats won’t get away with my tomes that easily.”

“For one thing, dragons are classified by most scholars as reptiles.” Markus paused, both to take a breath and to fling a gunpowder grenade at the liches’ feet. “Second, we make up for our shitty espionage with excessive demolition.”

Levian looked over just in time to watch her adventuring partner and current lover lob an object with a sparkling fuse. Pointed ears folded to the sides of her neck as she dared to poke half a thick snout around her furniture cover. “Buh…”

KA-SHOOOOM!!

Every window in the foyer blew outward, sending glass and chunks of rotting flesh across the well-maintained lawn. Markus hated to admit he was a lot slower on his tall and lean draconic form. Fire blasted towards him, with barely enough time to duck back behind the couch. When he emerged the ends of his thick white mane seeped black smoke.

“Excessive demolition?” Levian sputtered between coughing small black clouds. “That was your best one liner for destroying a room?”

Markus dusted off the white hairs on his head until he was sure the embers were out. “Cut me some slack. The dude wouldn’t stop chucking magic at us to give me time to think.”

“Fair.” Levian emerged from the burning chunk of wood that remained of her cover. Most of the foyer looked in equally broken condition, with a few small fires burning away the remains of their lich adversary. “At least you got him.”

“For now anyway,” Markus grinned after standing for a stretch. Noticing his companion’s questioning stare, he added, “Unless his shoes were the phylactery, then all we did was send the soul back into his container. Still, it’ll probably be a week before they form another body.”

“So...we have free rein of his mansion for the night?”

The sly tone had Markus grinning before even turning to meet Levian’s gleeful smile. “To the kitchens, then? I imagine the children are hungry.”

A deep rumble sounded across the desolated room making Markus blush under the red dragons barking laughs. Having a fight to the death work up an appetite for all involved. He tried to hide his stomach’s embarrassing betrayal by taking point in searching the lower mansion halls.

To their surprise, the recent undead still had a noteworthy amount of preserved goods in their galleys. Levian almost lost her mind waiting for the salt to be boiled out of the meat. It was all Markus could do to keep her restrained until their purification spells ensured everything was safe to wolf down. More importantly, the cellar remained stocked with loads of ale and cider barrels. Both were a great way to wash out the aftertaste and stay hydrated.

With bellies full and kids satiated, the dragon duo decided their next course of action should be to steal everything of value their beefy muscles can carry. Going room to room became a game of finding the biggest shinny, locating everything from rings to a silver griffon statue the size of a medium dog. By the time they were exhausted enough for bed, three sacks of treasure laid at the front door awaiting their morning hike back to town. Markus didn’t look forward to all the haggling with shop owners and bankers he’d be doing. It was one of those skills he made up for in Levian’s stead.

“Wow, he even kept his bed clean?” Levian flopped onto the master bed, letting her fat rear sink through its layers of blankets.

“He might have been a rotting corpse, but I guess he didn’t give up his noble lifestyle,” Markus offered pensively while checking through a gold-trimmed writing desk.

Like any person of wealth, the bedroom stood as a testament of overcompensation. It’s space extended into a cavernous size that could house a small hamlet with enough bunk beds. The single master bed it had left plenty of elbow room for Markus with the addition of Levian’s pear-figure sinking into it. Good thing, since the blue dragon still felt wasted by the firefight and began removing his armor.

Taking his cue, Levian sat up to work on her breastplate and pauldrons too. She got down to her leather harness and thong before grunting softly. Hands reached up to rub the pronounced swell of her breasts in the material, giving them light squeezes.

“Everything alright, hun?” While the act had an arousing effect on Markus, his primary concern still rested on the red dragon’s obvious discomfort.

“Damn tits grew again!” Levian grumbled, hefting them for emphasis. The black scales of her cleavage threaten to pop out before she let them drop. They still bulged against the neckline, larger than the intended wrap size. “It’s like I didn’t even buy a new top today. Watch tomorrow be worse since we don’t even have young to nurse yet.”

“Mmh.” Markus felt bad at the limited insight he could offer her predicament.

It didn’t help when Levian undid the harness’s ties and her chest practically exploded out of it with several hard bounces. She cupped them again with a pained, angry grunt, starting a gentle massage. Pliable flesh flowed between the red dragons’ thick fingers with both of them practically hearing the milk slosh inside.

Seeing her head whip around the room suddenly made Markus blush for staring at the gorgeous black mounds. Then he realized Levian stopped to eye an empty vase by the window, taking a guess at what might go through her head. “You know...I can try to help you with those if you want?”

Levian turned wide eyed at Markus, deepening the red shade over his blue snout. “I know we both love you fondling them, dear, but that’s not really working for me right now.”

“Well, there’s that, yeah. I meant more that if you need a milking badly, I’m still very thirsty?” Silence filled the room. Now Levian’s cheeks turned a darker shade of red. “You’re the one that fancies her drinks more than me, after all.”

Levian’s lip jerked in a sputter of air, promptly leading into her keeling over her bloated belly in a fit of giggles. It took a lot longer to stop than Markus would have preferred, but eventually she straightened with a wide grin. “Yeah, but that’s after I get the kids out of me, dork. I can say that was the last offer I expected from you, sweetie. Then again, this milk isn’t going anywhere unless I want to ruin the best place to sleep in this dump.”

“So is that a yes?”

Bed springs squealed in protest under the weight of Levian’s thick backside bouncing along the mattress. With a few quick scoots, she made herself comfortably propped up against the headboard and pillows. She crossed her legs in an attempt at a sexy pose for Markus, jiggling her tits with both hands.

“Come and get’m, daddy.”

The blue dragon didn’t need the encouragement, but appreciated it greatly. He crawled across the bed on all fours, hitting Levian’s lap in half a second. Arms coiled around Levian’s wide stomach for balance before his narrow muzzle latched its lips hungrily to her right nipple. His contact alone sent a noticeable shudder and moan through her motherly body, which continued as he sucked on the sensitive nub.

“Fuck, that’s nice.” Levian let out a breathy sigh. The warm contact of her partner soothed a lot of her anxieties for a second. But then she felt the first tugs of her tender areolas with his infant-style sucking, sending her thick tail wiggling across the bed.

Time slowed down for Markus with only Levian’s slow breaths signaling its passing. An indulging pleasure like this needed to savoring, for he had no idea if this could happen again. His hand gently cupped at the red dragon’s left breast, giving it a kneading caress in time to his gentle head bobs. Pursed lips inhaled on her swollen nipples before blasting the sensitive black scales around it with an exhale from his nose.

Every so often, Levian shifted her fertile hips with a groan. The blue bastard sure knew what he was doing with his gentle nursing. She was quickly getting moist between her thick thighs, but also very frustrated. Despite Markus’ best effort, the pressure inside her mounds refused to release. Each suckling motion drew the pressure into a compressed point, yet the ducts refused to let it flow.

The stubborn blockage didn’t escape Markus’ notice either, directing both hands onto the right breast in a hearty squeeze. The unexpected pinch rocked Levian in her seat, arching her chest forward to mash the tense breasts against her mate’s face. Pressure welled up, making her worry about injury, and suddenly there came a small popping that sent a rush of relief down into her loins.

“Whoa! Haaa! Goddess…” she sputtered, slumping back against the bed pillows.

Markus sure got his reward for the efforts when his tongue tasted the first spurt of dragon milk. His feeding picked up, sucking hard to create small streams of white gold again and again. Its warmth filled his belly with such satisfaction that a tent began rising in his loincloth. Nothing had ever tasted this sweet before, probably from a much higher fat content than a cow’s brand.

Red hands gently landed atop Markus’ blue one, eagerly helping to stroke both mounds during their feeding time. He looked up quizzically, only to get a kiss on the end of his nose.

“Don’t you dare stop,” Levian warned with a wink. “I’m way more full than you think.”

“Good think we’re both hearty drinkers then.”

Laughter quickly turned into a sensual moan. Levian’s tail thumped hard against the bed as Markus continued his feast. He must really be loosening up her ducts with each suckle. Excessively larger spurts of milk filled his mouth the longer she allowed him this meal. The fact his mother-to-be made equally louder groans told him that wasn’t a problem. He could begin hearing Levian’s heart hammering behind the squishy mammaries.

“Okay. Next,” Markus suddenly declared, rocking Levian from her drunken daze. The flow from her right breast slowed to a drip, so he moved his blue rump fully into Levian’s lap for a better reach on her left. A bit of milk dripped off his chin, which he lapped up with a pensive stare. Without warning, his thumb and pointer finger squeezed down upon the puffed red nipple.

“Gah!” Levian’s body jerked, pinned by her partner’s added weight. That had a bit of pain mixed in with the usual twinge of pleasure. “What the hell are you do-OOOGHA!”

Another nipple pinch unleashed a sudden squirt that narrowly missed Markus’ eye. He let out a giddy chuckle, feeling the warm stream slide down to his muzzle before wiping it away. The other hand gave Levian’s nursed tit a squeeze, delighted to see it still got a few droplets staining its palm. “Just making sure the pipes are flowing dear. I’ll be more gentle now.”

“You better be...oh mmmhh!”

Resumed feeding was all it took for Levian to regain her former peace of mind. The pressure released gradually with every shot of milk fired down Markus’ hungry gullet. Despite earlier boasting, her boobs were doing a magnificent job filling him up. His slim stomach soon had a slight bulge to it with all the previously consumed meat having to make room for easily a gallon of fluids. That didn’t deter him very much. As long as his beloved got the much needed relief, he would continue to nurse. This night will easily become his most cherished for the rest of time.

But like all things, the hefty flow of lactose ended much quicker than preferred. Markus still continued to nurse for a few minutes, but all he could get out of both breasts were a few drops. The process was also making Levian’s nipples sore, which she expressed through an increasingly tight grip on his shoulders.

“Thanks for that, hun,” she said while helping to roll the milk drunk dragon off her round stomach. The pressure completely deflated out of her chest, leaving content fatigue and a damp crotch. Shame that sleep overruled horny, or she might have given him a hell of a dessert. “You doing all right?”

“BUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPP!!”

“Geez!” Levian covered her ears, sensing the entire mansion shake with Markus’ loud outburst.

“I’m just great,” he said with both hands rubbing his distended belly. Milk still glistened off his muzzle, giving some glossy flare to his dorky grin. “How are you doing?”

“Much better now. Thank you. With any luck, you might have deflated me enough to fit back into the harness in the morning.” Levian huffed in a forced hip rising, sliding under the blankets and prompted Markus to do the same.

“Well, I can just help you again in the morning if it’s a problem.” Markus kept his smile when Levian stared at him with a deep blush. He rested a hand on her belly, jumping when one or two of his young kicked back against his palm. “In fact, I’d like to just help you with the overflow any time you want. That is...if you want it.”

Levian shuddered, trying to force a deep breath. It was hard to tell if that was from their baby’s kicking or the abruptness of her lover’s request. In any case, she heaved her huge tits in a sigh before booping her finger into Markus’ nose. “If you get gas from all that milk, you’re sleeping on the couch, bucko.”

“Deal!”

They both shared a laugh before settling in for a long sleep. Tomorrow would bring a lot of manual labor, riches, and if Markus was lucky, another serving of delicious cream.