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Lyssandra grinned. "Then perhaps… one of you…?" she began, her voice a low purr.
Before she could finish, a sleepy murmur cut through the air. "M-mommy…?"
Lyssandra turned to see little Fiora emerging from the gazebo nearby, rubbing her eyes, her dark hair tousled. Her small, chubby frame was wrapped in a soft white nightgown.
"Ahh, look who has awakened from dreamland!" Lyssandra's voice instantly softened, transforming from sultry temptress to doting mother. She rose and scooped Fiora up under her arms.
"My sweet little girl! You're the most adorable thing in the world, just like your mother Ysabel," Lyssandra cooed, pressing the child between her enormous breasts, the soft flesh enveloping the small child.
Fiora snuggled in contentedly for a moment, then wrinkled her nose. "M-Mommy… you're… wet." She squirmed slightly.
Lyssandra realized she was still liberally coated in her daughter's cum. "Oh, forgive me, darling!" she chuckled. "Mommy was just… having a little fun. Let me clean you up." She gently wiped Fiora's face with a clean towel provided by a nearby maid.
The small girl, now cleaned, placed her small hands gently on Lyssandra's slightly rounded belly. "Baby sister in there, Mommy?" she asked, her voice filled with childish wonder. "Like me?"
"That's right, my precious," Lyssandra smiled warmly, placing a hand over Fiora's. "A new little sister… growing strong and healthy inside."
"Mommy strong," Fiora declared solemnly. "Make many sisters."
"Mommy does try her best," Lyssandra agreed, a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she glanced meaningfully at the hovering maids. "For the family."
Fiora's stomach let out a loud, insistent gurgle.
"Ooh! Sounds like someone is hungry!" Lyssandra sang. She shifted Fiora in her arms, bringing the child closer to her ample chest. "Let Mommy feed you, little one."
She slipped the sheer fabric of her robe aside, revealing a large, pink areola and a nipple already hardening in anticipation. She guided it to Fiora's eager mouth.
Fiora latched on immediately, her tiny hands grasping Lyssandra's breast for support. She sucked hungrily, her cheeks hollowing with each draw. Soft, contented gulping sounds filled the air.
Lyssandra sighed in pleasure, cradling Fiora close. "That's it, my sweet girl. Drink up. Mommy's milk is full of nutrients… and a little something extra." Her other hand began to gently massage the feeding breast.
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