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Vanessa heard some rustling as she managed to shut the door. She wiped off her feet, caked in snow and soaked with freezing water, and pulled off her scarf. The scarf was mostly just for comfort, seeing that she was awfully cold, but certainly not uncomfortable, despite her bare feet and chest. Her nipples looked frozen solid on top of her large tan breasts, and her long black-green hair was dusted with snowflakes, which were slowly disappearing.

The house sounded awful quiet, she thought, taking the stairs and going to her room, cracking the door open to throw a bag of new clothes in quickly before going back downstairs to find her strangely silent family. Perhaps they were asleep? Nonetheless, Vanessa was craving another mug of hot chocolate made from her daughter's breast milk. That stuff was half the reason she, and therefore also her wife Dorabella, hadn't been their daughter Orianna's breasts for almost this entire winter season. Seasons were fickle things in Vorabloom. Perhaps one week it would be summer, then the next it would be snowing, but still warm, with the leaves of trees covered in lukewarm ice. It seemed they would have a normal-seeming winter this time though. The weather had been cold and snowy for weeks now.

And that had prompted Vanessa to break out the hot cocoa she always did during winter months. She had a syrup that, when mixed with milk, would make nearly intoxicatingly delicious cocoa. Nothing was nicer for Vanessa than a shopping spree at an outdoor market in the freezing cold, followed by a warm night in with her family and a steaming cup of hot cocoa.

She walked into the kitchen to throw it together, only to find the mood lights were on, and her daughter was sitting on the center table. Orianna was naked, laying back on her elbows, her legs open, and absolutely covered, neck to toe, in Vanessa's cocoa syrup. "Hey mom." She said, almost coyly, though she was flushed and obviously embarrassed with excitement. The occasional blip was heard as the syrup slowly dripped off of her.

"Oh honey! Thank you so much, but... The syrup isn't very tasty without milk..." Vanessa said. Though that didn't mean she wasn't opposed to gulping her daughter regardless. The tent that began to pitch itself in her skirt made that clear.

"Me and Mom wanted to give you the best winter night ever, so I'm the milk for your cocoa tonight. Dora's upstairs with another surprise whence you've mixed me up." Orianna said. She was obviously trying to stay calm and be a perfect batch of cocoa, though it was obvious she wanted to squirm. "Oh, uh, she cast a spell to make me excrete your syrup, so don't worry about it getting everywhere. Whence you milk me back out, the cocoa should already be mixed up."

Vanessa blushed deeper and spaced out staring at her daughter's skinny, chocolatey body as she heard her family's plans. She shook her head, unclipping her belts and letting her skirt fall, her cock springing to attention. "Oh honey... You're the best..." She said, walking forward and not looking Ori in the eye. She was too focused on her body, getting it between her boobs, into a giant mug, and into her mouth.

She drooled at the thought of it, and her hermhood was already painfully hard. She took her daughter's calves, raising her feet to chest level. She wasted no time, pushing Ori's toes into the space between her breasts. The toes stopped for just a moment before continuing again, slowly sliding into Vanessa's cleavage. Ori stayed still, trembling with desire, but she knew she didn't really have a chance for a last orgasm. Her mom had started cleavage voring her, if she pulled her feet out now, they'd be milky melted stubs. And if she masturbated, she'd be all wriggly and squirmy. Ori waited for her demise patiently, caringly watching her mother.

More and more of her sank into Vanessa's cleavage, a pool of cocoa syrup growing larger and dripping down her stomach. Her breasts inflated larger and larger as her daughter disappeared. Ori scootched forward on the counter, then laid on her back, accepting a deep, loving kiss from her mother before the two couldn't reach each other without Vanessa bending double. Eventually Ori's nearly flat chest, then shoulders and head, were consumed by Vanessa's huge breasts. Her cute blonde hair finally was soaked in chocolate before disappearing in it.

Vanessa rubbed her hermhood with one hand, the other on one of her enlarged breasts. They had become about fifty percent larger, and already Vanessa could feel some of her daughter beginning to leak out. Before she actually lost any of her, Vanessa ran to the downstairs bathroom, where there was a milking station for Ori. There was no way Vanessa would fill the four-gallon container Ori usually did, but she had to make sure every drop of her delicious daughter was saved.

She hefted her breasts onto a platform with the slightest walls, and a drain at the end next to the wall. She stroked her dick once, a pink sparkle just barely visible on her hand as she put her palm on the wall just next to the platform. She then attended to her hard-on, jacking herself off and enjoying the process as a force, made up of barely visible pink mist, began to caress, massage, and squeeze on her breasts. Her nipples began to leak a dark, creamy brown liquid that dribbled down her breasts, until it began to stream far faster, splashing onto the platform and draining away into the container below. The invisible hands held her there despite her weak knees, which wobbled as she grew closer and closer to a climax. She truly imagined the taste of her daughter whence she finally finished milking, and the bottom of the platform she set her chest on was smacked by something wet and sticky.

Vanessa spurted ropes of cum over the wall and platform of the milking station for a short time, then, still only half conscious, managed to stay on her wobbling legs as the force continued to tease her daughter out of her breasts. She, unable to resist, cupped a little of the liquid and brought it to her mouth. As expected, she was sensually tasty. She couldn't wait to heat her up just a bit more and enjoy... Well whatever her wife had in store for her.

The milking went on for another fifteen minutes or so, until the machine clearly could tell that she was barely leaking a drop with each squeeze. The door beneath the machine, splattered with cum, opened up, pushing out a huge jug, about a third full of hot cocoa. Vanessa pulled away from the station quickly, snatching the jug and running to the stove. Knowing it was made of a plasticy or glassy substance that didn't melt, she threw it right on the stove and turned it up. Within just a few moments, what was left of Vanessa's daughter, other than her larger cup size, was steaming at a delicious hot temperature. Vanessa grabbed the biggest mug she had and carefully poured the cocoa, not missing a drop. She then raised it to her lips and took a long, heavy sip.

"Mmmmmmm..." She moaned. The best hot chocolate ever. Any chill she had left in her body, even after that hot ordeal, was completely replaced by a suffusing, comfortable warmth. Vanessa's body relaxed, almost becoming entirely unexcited. It was a near-magical sense of intoxication, and plenty of Terrans would compare it to being high. She nearly buckled over before sitting up on the counter next to the stove. She sat there for a moment, taking another sip of her daughter, before deciding she'd have to head upstairs before she tranced out like she usually did relaxing with her cocoa.

Vanessa checked her room again, but her wife wasn't there, or in her daughter's. That left the grand bath. And as she opened the door to the luxurious room, it was obvious what Dora was planning for her. She sat in the tub, completely naked, stroking a breast with one hand, and her erect hermhood with the other.

"Ready for the warmest bath you've ever had?" Dorabella asked, though the tub was empty, indicating that her family had planned a night in warm bath with a mug of hot chocolate. Her daughter was the hot chocolate, and now her wife would be the hot bath.

"Oh yes, honey. But first I'm gonna have to take one last ride on that pipe of yours." Vanessa said, sauntering over to the bath, setting the mug to the side. The two, never much for foreplay, clung onto each other immediately, and Vanessa impaled herself on Dora's cock.

Vanessa rode her frenziedly, her engorged breasts flopping about, and her wife stroking her slowly hardening dick as well. Dora came pretty early, more rushing herself than holding back at all, but Vanessa rode her for a few more minutes, until she slammed her hips against her wife's, hugging onto her tightly as her vagina quivered and spasmed, squirting liquid all over Dorabella's crotch. It dripped off of her into the tub, only the first of the femcum to fill the tub tonight.

"Ooo... Shall I prepare your bath?" Dora asked, Vanessa still hugged close to her, their breasts squished together, her head on her shoulder.

"Yeah... Yeah babe you..." Vanessa took a moment to say much through her exhausted panting. "You prepare it... I'm already really drowsy..." She said. With that, she managed to pull herself up and off of Dora, sitting down on the opposite of the huge tub, spreading her legs for her wife to do all the work. She gladly crawled between them as Vanessa grunted, retracting her ballsack and uncovering her soaked slit. Dora chowed down for a minute or so, nibbling and licking tentatively, before pushing her whole face into Vanessa. She sank in immediately, and slowly began crawling her way into her wife's womb.

Vanessa's vagina completely lost all semblance of rigidity, opening wide very easily for Dorabella. She continued to push herself in, slowly taking steps with her feet, until only her legs stuck out of Vanessa's soaked nethers. Vanessa was writhing in slow motion and moaning, but made no attempt to open her eyes to watch the scene, her head laid back onto the edge of the tub. Dora slowly pulled her feet in, though Vanessa sat with her cunny gaping wide open, her wife's butt and feet still in the open air, for almost a minute before Vanessa flexed and returned her vagina to a tightened state. She sat for another minute or two, panting and whining, almost too drowsy to coax her wife back out.

For now she waited as her wife stayed still like a good bath. Dora's form softened slowly, and Vanessa's huge gut began to sag as the material inside of it became less a solid person and more a load of liquid. Eventually, Vanessa was whimpering with pleasure and trying to push her bath water out. She could only manage the slightest drip without having a real orgasm, though. She was quite willing to endure the exhaustion of another splash, but she wasn't willing to reach around her huge, burbling tummy and shlick herself. Perhaps... She made the effort to stroke her hand across her tummy, which was still sensitive and experiencing pleasure almost as good as her genitals. Pink mist steamed into existence as her hand squished into her blob of a stomach, and with just a few thoughts...

Vanessa gasped, pushing her pelvis into the air slightly as a force bestowed pleasure into her nethers. The lustia had drifted down into her crotch, and now simply caused pure pleasure. She channeled the spell for as long as she could manage, until her focus broke in the last second. She pushed just a little harder, staring at her jello-like breasts, full of her daughter, and her sloshing womb, full of her wife. She finally sighed and fell limp as her vagina spasmed, liquid pouring out of it, around her limp penis, into the bathtub. She closed her eyes and settled into the pleasure, feeling her bath juice flowing out of her lower lips, plenty hot, and maybe a bit more than a person would usually create. Perhaps Dora had enchanted herself to create more femcum? It didn't matter now.

Whether or not there was enough of her wife to fill the tub satisfactorily, Vanessa wouldn't know. Still in the throes of her climax, eyes squeezed shut as she filled the tub with hot feminine juices, she groped around for her mug and just barely found it. Without looking, she pulled it to her lips and took a swig of the chocolatey goodness. Rich... Creamy... Intoxicatingly good. Vanessa didn't have quite enough brain function to think about thanking her family for the night after only that one swig. Some of it poured out of her mouth, dripping onto the floor just outside the tub. Everything was dim for hours. Nothing but the taste of hot cocoa, the relaxing heat of the slimey femcum she immersed herself in, and the continuous white-hot pleasure of an orgasm she couldn't remember ending.

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Vanessa opened her eyes again. She blinked quite a few times, looking around. She was in her tub still, though it was full almost three quarters to the brim. She had to have kept cumming then, perhaps because of her wife's magic, or perhaps because of the cocoa. Whatever it had been, she'd been soaking in femcum for who knows how long. Moving her arm, she found the mug was still in her hand, almost disappointingly empty now. She'd likely kept drinking automatically while barely conscious, stopping only when she fell asleep. How long had she been asleep? Though she couldn't cramp, she almost felt as if her muscles took a moment to respond. Perhaps it was the high from the cocoa wearing off? Or could it have been she was asleep in that position for days?

A beautiful chime rang out through the bathroom, though despite its melodiousness, Vanessa was still surprised, jumping slightly and splashing her wife all over the bathroom floor. Someone was at the door then. Vanessa slowly staggered out of the bath, her muscles still a touch sluggish. She probably should have just crawled out, but she instead stood in the bathtub, pondering if she was mentally slowed as well as she lost her footing in the tub, her legs scrambling for a moment, violently splashing femcum everywhere, before tipping over, her head hitting the tile floor with a "conk" sound.

She pulled her legs out of the bath, actually feeling slightly dazed from the knock. She put a hand to her head where she'd hit it awfully hard. She felt quite a bit of discomfort there, probably the closest she'd been to pain within many lives. She shrugged and managed to stand up without slipping on the mostly dry floor. She resumed her earlier train of thought, looking down at the tub full of cloudy liquid. It was her wife, and it would take quite a while to dry out, so she could take another bath in her later. But then, she was lukewarm by this point. Vanessa reached her hand down through the slime and pulled the plug on the tub, leaving the bathroom, steps smacking, wife glugging down the drain.

She finally reached the door, whoever was outside of it waiting patiently for her arrival without hitting the doorbell again. She opened it to find a purple-haired beastmistress, womb distended with what Vanessa assumed was an egg by its shape, clad in a girlsilver chainmail bikini. Sitting next to her, on its haunches, was a drake, all pink with grey swirls, with shiny-smooth scales like a snake, with blue, half-lidded eyes.

"Oh! Where'd this come from?" Vanessa asked. She barely felt drowsy anymore, having been woken up very quickly by cracking her head on the floor. She still had her fingers to the irritating bump, which didn't swell at all, but continued to feel off.

"Present from your wife." The beastmistress said, disinterested. "Says she'll 'keep you company because she didn't want you too get lonely....'" She said, obviously in Dora's words. She did so staring at the liquid still dripping from Vanessa from the neck down.

Vanessa almost rolled her eyes. "Yup, that's her. And I'd love a new drake!" Vanessa smiled widely, hugging the cute thing. It nuzzled into her, bending its head down and licking some of the juice off of her hip. She pulled back and looked the drake in the eye from where she looked back at her. Vanessa stared into her for a moment, and she sat up straight again. The two closed their eyes and leaned in, touching foreheads for just a moment before separating again. "Welcome home!" Vanessa said to the drake, still not releasing it.

"Gender: female." The beastmistress said, tossing her hair as she slowly turned and walked away. "Nameless. Feel free to tell her whatever her name is and she'll take it. She's totally into being prey. Watch out for sleep eating." She said, continuing to walk away.

Vanessa looked the drake in the eye once again for a moment. She replied with that same careless sapphire stare.

"Hmmmm... Dreamy! Your name is Dreamy. Come on in girl! I've got some delicious hot cocoa that you've just got to try."