Her milky boobs were right in front of me and I kept looking at them.
She saw how I was lost looking at her boobs. "My lord, I feel shameful," she said, looking at me with her red cheeks.
"I'm your lord, Lilia. You shouldn't feel shame in front of me," I said, cupping her milky boobs with my hands from under, trying to feel how much they weighed in my palms.
They were heavy, so full and warm, spilling over my fingers a little. The skin was incredibly soft, like warm silk, and I could feel the slight give when I squeezed gently. Her nipples were already hard, brushing against my palms as I lifted them, testing the weight.
"Ahh," she just moaned as I was feeling the size of her boobs. She kept her hands on my shoulders, nails digging into my naked skin a little from the intensity.
"They are so soft and milky, Lilia," I said, shaking them both, jiggling them gently. They bounced and swayed in my hands, heavy and perfect, the motion making her gasp softly every time they moved.
I kept feeling her boobs, tracing a finger over the curves, following the round shape from the underside up to the top, circling around the pink areolas without touching the nipples yet. Every slow circle made her breathe faster, her body trembling under my touch.
My dick was throbbing harder now. Her boobs were so hot. My dick wanted to cum just from that as it was touching Lilia's lower stomach where her robe was resting below her navel. The head of my cock pressed against her soft belly through the shorts, feeling the warmth of her skin, the slight curve of her stomach, and every little movement she made rubbed me against her.
She realized how hard my bulge was pushing into her.
"My lord, you are hurting down there," she said. My dick was straining so hard against the shorts.
"Yes, Lilia, please relieve it," I said, feeling the hurt from my throbbing dick. The pressure was building, balls tight, precum soaking the fabric completely.
She looked at me and then at my bulge, then reached forward, tracing my stomach with her fingers, then reaching the waistband of my shorts slowly. Her fingers felt so smooth on my naked skin. I imagined how Lilia's soft hand would feel holding my throbbing dick.
She put her thumbs in my waistband to pull down my shorts, and slowly with her soft fingers touching my skin she lowered down my shorts and my hard cock sprang free.
Lilia looked at it with her mouth open. How hard and throbbing it was, veins standing out thick along the shaft, head swollen and shiny with precum, the whole thing pulsing in the air. She kept looking at it in disbelief as this was the first erect dick she had seen in twenty years.
Her eyes went wide, breath catching, like she was seeing something impossible and beautiful at the same time. She stared at the length, the thickness, the way it bobbed slightly with my heartbeat, precum dripping slowly from the tip.
"Please touch it, Lilia...Ahh" I said, as feeling Lilia's soft boobs in my hands was making me even more turned on.
She looked at it, like she couldn't believe she was finally touching a hard dick, and reached for it slowly and wrapped her fingers around it slowly, feeling the warmth, girth and hardness of my dick.
Her hand was warm, soft, a little hesitant at first. Her fingers couldn't quite close all the way around the thickness, but she gripped gently, feeling how hot it was, how it pulsed against her palm.
She slid her hand up the shaft once, slow, feeling every vein, every ridge, the way it jumped in her hand when she squeezed lightly.
I groaned low, hips pushing forward into her grip without thinking. Her touch was perfect, gentle but curious, like she was rediscovering something she'd dreamed about for twenty years.
"Ahh… my lord… it's so… hard… so warm," she whispered, voice shaking, eyes locked on my cock in her hand like she couldn't look away.
"Do you like it, Lilia?...,Ahh" I moaned as her hand was making my dick throb harder.
"Yes, my lord," she said, still moving her hand slowly on my dick.
The way Lilia kept stroking my dick slowly was giving me so much pleasure. Her fingers were soft but firm, sliding up and down the full length with just the right pressure. Each slow stroke made my balls tighten more, the heat building fast, making my whole body tense.
I started squeezing her boobs harder.
I squeezed both of them hard with my hands now. They were so soft and firm, so full, overflowing my palms, the weight perfect as I kneaded them roughly. The skin was warm, silky smooth, and every squeeze made them jiggle and bounce in my hands.
Then suddenly a bead of milk appeared at the nipple as I squeezed her boobs.
Wait, is she lactating? I thought as I couldn't believe at first it was really milk.
A small white drop formed at the tip of her pink nipple, then another, glistening in the firelight. I stared for a second, confused, then squeezed harder, watching more milk leak out.
The drops turned into thin streams, running slow down the curve of her heavy tits, over the soft skin, dripping onto my fingers and down to her stomach. I could smell it faintly—sweet, warm, like fresh cream. My mouth watered so much I almost leaned in to taste it right then.
"Lilia, are you leaking milk?" I asked, as how could a woman generate milk from her boobs if she isn't pregnant or had a baby recently.
"Yes, my lord," Lilia kept stroking my dick, moaning softly with every pump of her hand.
"But how can your boobs make milk if you can't get pregnant?" I asked, really curious now.
"Yes, my lord, please forgive me. I forgot to tell you one more detail about the curse," she said, her hand still on my dick, stroking slow and steady.