“We might be down here for awhile.” Rubble obfuscated the exit, the sound of rocks still falling, even minutes after the collapse. It was dark, save for the glow of Sindri's holy symbol.
"That's what you said about the last cave in," I pointed out, trying to lighten the mood, “It took a bit of shoveling—on my part—but we got out then and we’ll do it again.”
My partner smiled but it was short lived. I could hear her teeth clacking together. She was always a nervous wreck in tight places. Her chest jiggled and her face flushed, wide areola rising against the fabric of a sullied white dress.
Sindri was a mess.
"Yeah," she mumbled, "we'll be fine. I'm sure someone will come looking for us."
"If not," I shrugged, "we'll find our own way out. Isn’t that what exploring the unknown is all about?"
Her expression didn't change. Worry played across her soft, immortal features in unbecoming wrinkles; a claustrophobic dungeon-delver, what a conundrum. It was by pure coincidence that the buxom but well-meaning cleric and I had partnered up. Beneath her aloof, unintentionally erotic exterior was a religious historian unlike any other. My motives were far more typical—gold and glory—though that hadn’t stopped us from making a surprisingly good duo. Escape would require composure on both our parts; it was nigh impossible to focus with the nervous rise and fall of her milk-rich orbs.
"Tell me more about your goddess," I prompted, joining her upon a makeshift bench of crumbling cobblestone, “what's her name again? I’ve heard you whisper it prayer but never committed it to memory.”
She brightened instantly, shoulders shimmying as if in worship already. If distraction was what Sindri needed than distraction I'd provide. The Elven cleric spoke at length about her matron, the fertility deity, Le'Falara. I tried to follow along but her words melted into an incoherent murmur beneath the hypnotic pulse of her plump nipples.
I licked my lips unconsciously.
The cave seemed hotter than before. I watched beads of sweat roll down the crevasse of her cleavage, dipping between the valley of titanic titties.
“That about sums it up.” Sindri finished, oblivious to the fact that I’d hardly heard a single word, “Thank you for asking. You are a wonderful companion!”
I forced a smile, eyes trained on the hypnotic bounce of her bust, so close but yet untouchable. It wasn’t enough to merely watch them wobble and quiver. “No problem.”
“Divines preserve us, is it just me or is the temperature rising?” Sindri batted at her golden strands with a half-hearted swat, fanning at her bosom with an absentminded hand. Her fingers lingered, brushing the hem of her collar with anxious intent.
She bit her lower lip.
Unaware of the lecherous thoughts racing through my head, Sindri fiddled with the top button of her dress. Her modest attempt to alleviate the heat was met with the pop and clatter of loosening buttons. My breath caught in my throat as pale skin emerged beneath her shredded undergarments, culminating in the swell of exposed flesh.
I felt guilty. “It certainly seems that way. I’m dying of thirst over here.”
As well-meaning as she was, Sindri could be a bit of bonehead, and took my hyperbole for the truth.”
“What? W-Why didn’t you tell me?” She frantically patted about her person in search of a water skin, mortified to find that it was already drained, “Drat, I forgot to refill at the spring! So stupid…”
“You’re not stupid, I was just—”
“No, you’ll need your strength if we are to escape this terrible predicament…Allow me to quench your thirst and revitalize your senses...with these."
Without another word, Sindri peeled back her bodice. With it went her last semblance of restraint. Two thick and teardrop shaped breasts burst forth like ripe melons from their silky bondage. There was no turning back now. Pearly streaks dripped freely, pattering against the stone floor in viscous streams. I don’t know what I expected, but there was a realness to Sindri’s breasts that couldn’t be captured in fantasy; almost obscene for an Elf. Varicose veins coursed beneath malleable fat, disappearing beneath two rose pink areolas. Nipples throbbed at full mast, leaking milk with increasing regularity.
A quiet gasp escaped my lips. I sat dumbfounded and utterly enamored.
Sindri blushed, drawing a shaky circle above one breast before dipping her thumb into a glistening teat. Moisture collected upon her fingertip, threatening to spill at any moment. "Don’t look at me like that...I only have one option, though I understand if you're disgusted. Most of my kind are so beautiful and petite. I envy them. Some days I wish I wasn’t so…unnatural, but Le'Falara blessed me with the body I have to better serve her and the people I care about. May my offering give you the strength you need, friend.”
Milk spilled from her perky nipple. Thick and warm, I was overcome with the sweetest aroma imaginable. My cock stiffened instantaneously within confines of my trousers. Salivation pooled behind sealed lips. I wanted to tell Sindri that she was perfect, and that nothing about her figure could ever disgust me, but I was too distracted by her generous proportions to form coherent thoughts.
By Le'Falara's generous endowment, I could feel every inch of rock hard cock straining against my leather pants.
Before reason could prevail, I fell to my knees before Sindri and her proffered lactating boobs, salivating like some common cur. She gasped but made no move to retreat. Instead, Sindri held herself higher, pressing a swollen nub inches from my open mouth. Milk rained freely, splashing against parted lips.
The taste was exquisite, rich and creamy, unlike anything else I've ever experienced. I swallowed greedily, eyes rolling in rapturous pleasure. This was it. This was everything I could ever hope for and more. I latched onto one supple peak without hesitation.
A moan escaped the cleric's parted lips, resonant with surprise and delight. Her breathing hitched. It wasn’t long before she returned my embrace, guiding my mouth towards her overflowing buds. I suckled gladly, lapping at her puffy teats, biting and teasing until they turned a rosy shade of red.