Chapter 2 - Awakening From a Long Sleep

The figure straightened and took a hand off the bars. It reached into a small cleft in its armor and pulled out a large brass key. Sliding the key into an iron cube on the door, the lock clicked open. It placed the key back in the sheathe and reached up, grasping the helmet at its base. With a swift movement, the helmet came off, and in a cloud of swirling magic the armor evaporated. Clearly it was linked to the helmet itself, or to the wearer. Either way, the armor was gone.

Something stood in its place.

Broad feet held up strongly curved calves and large, muscular thighs. Its stomach curved sharply at the hips in the manner of females, and its navel carved from belly to ribs. Two strange breasts topped the torso- Large in the manner of humans, but not gigantic. They clung to her chest with an incredible tautness of skin that allowed no sag whatsoever. The collarbone was clearly defined, shoulders and arms powerful and muscular. The face was as hauntingly beautiful as the rest- A bloodless face, colorless. It had full, grey lips and an angry expression. The sharply angular jaw, perceptibly pointed ears, and V-shaped eyebrows denounced this creature as something more or less than human, depending on your perception... of elves.

"Mother!" came the excited cry from the heap on the floor. It tried to rise out of the vines that encircled its limbs, but they proved too strong, and she flopped back down into the mud. Surely, no creature could survive such treatment. The naked elf's mouth smiled, but her eyes remained cold and incalculable. She bent down and draped a manicured hand over the girl's breast. "I've been taking care of her for you, Mother!" said the slave excitedly, rubbing her spherical stomach with both hands. "But I fear for my body. It is becoming cold now that I'm out of my coma. I believe I would be extremely uncomfortable if I wasn't doing this for my mistress."

The elf raised an eyebrow. The thrall appeared self-aware, it may have to be destroyed. Mother's sibilant voice echoed across the stone walls, the metallic tinge removed from her armored form. "Truly. Then I suppose we should get started." She moved her hand towards the swollen nipple- Several inches in diameter, it was already slick and shiny. The elf grasped it firmly, and milk began to pour out in a gush. The milk sank into the recesses of the floor, melding with the mud and soaking the girl in her own juices. The pressure was released, and the tap turned off. The elf spoke medically, words that had no meaning to a lightless thrall. "Your progression and generation appear to be beyond expectations." The elf turned the breast over, releasing another tide of white liquid. "I'm going to test for texture and magical conductivity presently." 

The angular face shot forward, the creature's feet sinking into the mud so as to not lose her balance. She took the swollen nipple into her mouth and began to gently bite. The girl looked down happily, a blissful smile on her face. "That feels good!" Her eyes were discolored with dichromia. One eye a dull blue, the other a dead grey tinged with the red of the light.

The elf made a mental note. "Normal pleasurable sensations follow." the thrall's milk tricked through the nipple, but not enough. She latched on fully, unable to take the entire enormous nipple into her mouth at once. It was a strange sight, a human and an elf lying in freezing mud, the dominant one being subservient. The slave's other nipple began to flow with the bodily excitement of being doted on by Mother. "Mother" grew impatient of her flow, and bit down hard while beginning to suck at the same time. The same gush of milk returned, filling her mouth with freezing-cold milk. The elf closed her eyes, happy for the first time in a long time. She reached up and took the entire mammary with her hands, and squeezed tightly. A light shriek escaped the slave- "Aaaah!" her breasts flowed with milk, never stopping, never slowing. 

The milk began to fill the elf faster than she could drink it, and it seeped out of the seal from around her mouth, covering her face. Faster she drank, her neck in constant undulating motion. Her own belly began to sag with the large quantity of liquid which filled her stomach, but there was still more offered. Glug glug. The milk spilled out and ran down both their fronts, life-giving heat energy wasted, given as an offering to the vines of the floor. The elf came away coughing, suffocating through the liquid lust, but wiped her mouth and went back for more. Not sterile, not medical, her inner beast was awakened now. 

She took one hand away from the human breast and placed it on her own, and began to knead. Her mouth shakingly found the nipple of the prone girl again and began to suck with the desperation of a starving woman. Gulp! Her mouth instantly full again after emptying it. Magic was surely involved. The girl was still in her sensual wonderland- she had not been emptied for weeks. She felt the milk course through her sensitive breasts, funneling through her nipples and into the hungry mouth of her mistress. There was nothing more in the world than to be loved. 

Suddenly, she felt a prod on her stomach.

The crouching elf was still gulping down milk, but in all the excitement she had lost herself. An enormous, drooling cock jutted from her crotch, and was poking the human in the navel. The elf came away, stood up and opened her mouth, but a large amount of milk spilled out, slopping down her front wetly. She wiped her mouth, but it was a pointless exercise: Her entire front was coated in the drying liquid milk; filthy, sexy. Her man-meat came up past her navel, covered in milk, leaking precum in large amounts from the tip. The two liquids mixed and played with each other as they ran down her legs. The floor shuddered at the new presence.

"Now, slave, we play."

She pointed up at the ceiling and spoke a guttural word. A tiny flare appeared where she pointed, a bit of heat and light adding to the redness of the glowing tile outside. Then, with uncommon strength, the elf picked her up soundlessly. The human seemed to have no muscles- her arms and legs trailed in the muck. Vines bent and snapped, groaning to be rid of their prey. The human's breasts flopped around, soaked in milk, leaking, covering her front. Her vagina was leaking fluid- actually leaking, not just wet. Mother flexed her pelvic muscles, and her cock twitched upwards, the shaft forcefully burying itself in the crotch of the slave, an inch from her pussy. Her excited drippings fell onto the cockhead, mixing up a fine stew. The girl looked up into the red eyes of her master. "Please, Mother..." Mother's eyebrows arched, surprised at the insolence. "Not yet then, that is fine." she breathed. Her penis relaxed and shrank back to a manageable size.

With inhuman grace, the elf bent forward and pressed their lips together for a few seconds. The elf vocally noted, "Amazing texture." she looked at her slave. "These lips of #2's are very soft. They are greatly pleasing for your Mother to kiss." The slave looked expectantly, not knowing what to say. The elf licked her lips with a thick tongue, making them thick with spit. She tilted her slave's head at an angle and leaned in again. Mother's pale-grey shiny lips pressed in lovingly, and she sucked on her lower lip for a moment. "Greatly pleasing indeed."

Mother lifted her slave up bodily to make it easier to go at it. Their lips melded together, gumming with the liquid Mother had picked up. Tongues tangled instantaneously- the slave displaying what little acuity she could muster and poking her tongue into her mistress's mouth. Mother displayed a little-known fact of her race, the snaketongue. It was long and prehensile, coiling around the more-average specimen. The elf gave the human a kiss that went beyond frenching, a bizarre ritual of lust whereupon one fills the mouth of another with tongue. A twisting, writhing giant, inhumanly wet and producing saliva at a constant rate. It lubricated her throat with wetness, then slid down slowly, teasing her uvula the entire time. The slave's frigid, nearly-comatose body did not respond to this stimulus with the usual throwing up. However, the slave choked on it, slowly suffocating. The lack of air made itself known throughout her form, her muscles relaxing and returning to their energyless states. Her extremities began to numb as the tongue wiggled about her mouth and throat, bulging in her esophagus visibly. As her body shut down, the slave felt pleased to be in pain simply because her mistress willed it. She gurgled.

The two made out in the reddish light, both covered in sexual liquids with more being produced by the second. Saliva spilled out from between the meeting of elf and human lips, the slave produced endless quantities of magical milk, and Mother's huge member vomited precum as it suddenly wedged between them, its massive heat restoring body facuity to the girl. She slowly came alive in Mother's hands, legs extending so she could stand on her own. She began to kiss the elf back in interspecies sexual play, running her hands up and down the pale backside as she asphyxiated. Mother's long tongue continued to run rampant in her system, a kiss that bent knees and caused kings to fall.

And then she stopped. She drew back slowly, her domineering organ gently sliding out from the lips of her thrall. As far back as she could be while still embracing the creature, the tongue finally flopped out of the orfice. It retracted with surprising agility, a distinctly snakelike function.

The slave's body came back to life with the donated heat and oxygen. Mother grasped the human's wrist with strong fingers and checked her pulse. "Heart- Not yet pumping fully." Mother looked back into the eyes of her slave with a clinical detachedness again. Only one eye out of the duo's four still had life in it- The human's dusty blue. With a sigh, she bent down, trusting #2 to support her own weight. She bit down again on the large nipple of the sagging left breast, summoning a mighty flow from which there had been only a sexually-excited trickle. The elf swallowed a few times to check for any changes, of which there was two- the milk was no longer icy; and as a side-effect of that, had become much sweeter to the taste- sugary, delicious, better than the best earthen liquid and infinitely more intoxicating than the finest brews. Feeling her stomach bulge painfully, the elf slackened her suction until the breast stopped producing. Her cheeks bulging with the unique liquid, she returned to her full height. The human was a half-head shorter than her, so they both tilted heads to have their lips meet.

Mother's greasy-looking lips met the human's bloodless pair, beginning again a dance of energy. The sexual potential of breast milk enhanced the process; and, mother hoped, would result in a more full awakening from the comatose dreamstate required to survive the near-absolute-zero temperatures of the dungeon. Their lips worked against each other as the elf's tongue uncurled and battered its way back into the slave's mouth. Milk was unleashed into the mix, and the human's eyes fluttered open with longing to taste her own secretions. Mother pulled back for an instant. She opened her mouth and put a long finger far back into her own throat, then lurched forward and entwined their lips again. She vomited up pure breast milk into #2's waiting mouth, accompanied by a fresh tongue-lashing.

The elf pulled away, waiting for #2's reaction. The human stood with a happy expression on her face, mouth leaking cold milk which trailed down her form and onto her swelled breasts. Her master sighed again and gave a proper instruction. "Swallow." Immediately, the slave obeyed. Her eyes lit up with the joy-de-vivre- clearly something had happened.

"Mother! Oh, this body feels wonderful to see you!"

Mother nodded, swallowing a bit of whatever was in her mouth."My thanks. It has been a pleasurable experience so far for myself."

"Do you believe this body will require any additional stimulation?"

"Only perhaps. Place that wrist in my hand."

The elf made another note, the self-awareness seemed to be fading. She blinked and proffered her hand. The human placed her wrist inside, and the hand closed like a vice as she checked her pulse. Normal. The wrist was released, and flopped down to her side. 

Still a strange sight, to be sure. Two completely naked females of different species, standing in the dark underground, ankle-deep in subzero mud and their own sexual juices, vines beginning to climb around their legs, both covered in drying liquid, one drooling cock that bridged the gap between their bodies. The human spoke first; out of turn, certainly.

"I believe it is time."

"It feels right."

The human girl turned around and bent over, offering her sopping-wet pussy to her mistress. The elf licked her lips again, her cock twitching excitedly. Her bloodless face seemed alive with growing excitement, and held a smile that didn't show happiness- it only showed teeth.