The next few hours are slow to pass and it gets ever so slightly worse, as the pressure in my chest starts to build again. I'm not the only one effected by the strange mood either.
Elzbieta is humming a cheerful tune, but she isn't singing as she usually does. And every once in a while I catch her glancing my way, lost in thought. Right until she notices that I noticed. Then she will blush fiercely and avoid eye contact.
It is a weird mood. Not exactly bad. Most certainly a little exciting. And, of course, very, very weird.
I try to distract myself with the failed enchantment, but give up before long. There is no easy fix for it. I'll have to start over with additional runes once Agnieszka gets to the city. And besides, working on it doesn't exactly steer my thoughts in a different direction.
In the end I distract myself by doing some cleaning. Not the house or the shop, but my alchemical apertures, like the distillery. I prepare some more potion bottles too, as well as the stoppers for them. It isn't exactly exciting work, but that is quite alright right now. And it is work that needs doing anyway, thus I might just as well do it now.
Eventually it is time for our lunch break and we head down to the inn after closing down the shop. The place is rather quiet today. Or maybe we just are a little early? Never mind though. In the end it just means that we don't have to wait in line for our meals, which is especially important as I feel rather hungry. Certainly more so than usual.
As a result I decide to splurge a little today, much to the surprise of everyone, even Elzbieta. I get myself a bowl of the thick stew that is on the menu today. And before I get myself some of the sweet, fruit filled dumplings that happen to be today's dessert I get a second helping of the stew.
It is just as well. This way Elzbieta has some time to talk and negotiate with the inn keepers before she gets her things and we head back to my place. Her baggage is surprisingly light. Just a sturdy backpack and a small, lockable chest. I help her carry it anyway.
There is another thing I bring. A bowl with some of the sweet dumplings. They are delicious when eaten warm, but they should be almost as good eaten cold too. This way we have something to go with a nice, fresh cup of coffee.
And that coffee is the very next thing on my agenda. While I get the water boiling, roast and grind the beans with the special mana mill reserved for my special mana spiked coffee my house guest starts looking through my tools. I raise an eyebrow.
“Looking for something?”
She just nods and keeps rummaging through my assorted bowls. She checks the smaller cauldron too but settles for one of the bigger bowls in the end. At long last she turns to address me, just as I get the coffee brewing.
“You wanted my help with you little problem.”
“Oh?”
She starts to grin like the mouse that just made off with a whole wheel of cheese.
“Oh indeed! Now, lets sit down on the bed while the coffee brews, so we can get started. I'm not entirely sure, but this may take a while.”
I swallow hard and do as she says.
Elzbieta places the bowl she selected into my lap while she slips into position behind me. This position is a little awkward, as her belly is in the way, but somehow she manages anyway.
Before I can say anything or adjust my position she slips my overall and my blouse off my shoulders, to liberate my aching breasts. She cups them from behind and lifts them a little.
“Oh my! Gods and goddesses! They really have grown. And not just a little either.”
She gives them a slight squeeze and a first trickle of milk starts to leak out. I in turn blush hard. She moves in a little closer. I can feel her press into my back. Then she brushes my hair aside and kisses first the nape of my neck only to follow up with another kiss to the tip of my left ear.
“You know, Valeria, you are absolutely adorable when you blush like that.”
That alone is enough to make me blush again.
“I am?”
“Yes, you are. Now, hold up that bowl.”
I do as instructed.
“Yes, just like that. Tilt it a little. Just a little though.”
Once again I follow her instructions.
Once she is satisfied she starts in earnest. She isn't tugging or squeezing my swollen breasts at random either. No, it seems like she actually knows what she is doing.
Within moments the first stream of milk hits the bowl. She adjusts her grip and aim a little. Then she starts to work in earnest and more importantly with a steady rhythm. She even resumes humming, which is surprisingly reassuring, especially up close.
I'm quite thankful. At the same time this rouses my curiosity. I just have to ask.
“You … uh … you seem to have some experience?”
She snorts out in half suppressed laughter.
“I haven't always been an adventurer, you know. I grew up on a small farm. We had a cow. Sheep and goats too. So, yes, I have a little experience.”
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She snorts in amusement again, never stopping or slowing down while milking me though.
“So, yes, I have some experience. Just not like this. Not with another woman.”
For a moment we fall silent, while the bowls starts to fill as she keeps working with a steady rhythm.
Eventually I speak up again.
“This isn't too weird for you? Right? I really don't want to be a bother.”
She gives my question some thought, before she finally answers.
“Maybe a little? Not in a bad way though. It is … a little exciting?”
I blush once more. She isn't the only one getting a little excited. I can feel the excitement build with every little squeeze, tug and squirt. My breathing is getting a little ragged.
“Uh … ah … maybe we should take a little break? The coffee should be just about ready too?”
She doesn't let go though. Not right away anyway.
“Elzbieta?”
“Just a moment. We are just about done anyway.”
I look down and the flow of milk has indeed ebbed considerably. The swelling has gone down too.
Just as she gives may breast one last squeeze a shudder goes through my body. Considering the way she is pressed against my back Elzbieta has to have felt it too.
I get up quickly, not bothering to put my things back on properly and just barely not spilling the bowl of milk, to get us our coffee and the sweet buns too.
Elzbieta in the meantime follows me with her hungry gaze, as I add sugar and some cinnamon to the coffee.
The way she is staring at me sets off another blush. A full body blush this time.
“What?”
She tilts her head slightly and flashes me an not innocent at all smile.
“Could I have a little milk with my coffee?”
“You want what …?”
She just nods and eventually I relent. I stir some of my milk into her cup. Before I can think any better of it she snatches the cup from my hands to take a first sip. Her eyes widen.
“Ooooh! Nectar of the gods!”
“Huh?”
She breaks into a giggle fit and takes a little while to calm back down.
“This might be a little more potent than your usual potions.”
Her grin widens as she moves in close.
“We might not be getting a whole lot of sleep tonight.”
I stir some milk into my own coffee as well to give it a taste test myself. It really isn't too bad. And she wasn't joking either. This brew is a lot more potent than any stamina potion I have ever made. It is a lot more potent than my usual, mana spiked coffee too.
Before I can say anything she pops one of the little sweet buns into my mouth.
“Now, Valeria, I would like to ask for a little reward for my hard work. I hope you don't mind.”
Of course, with my mouth full, my reply is not terribly eloquent.
“Mhm? Huh?”
Even as this mumbled reply leaves my mouth she already helps herself to the mentioned reward.
My eyes widen, as she grabs my right breast, latches on with her lips and begins to suckle. There is only a little trickle of milk left right now, but there is another reaction that is just as strong as before. Within moments another shudder spreads through my body and it takes all the strength I can muster just to keep standing. And, of course, Elzbieta is far from done yet.
Oh, gods and goddesses, if she keeps this up, I won't get any more work done today.