Page 6 of Blackwood Milk Farm #7

Sun Sister

Beams of sunlight stabbed into the dark room. A lone figure sat, her hand in one of the thick beams, her fingers playing with the warm sunlight.

Lyn stared at the bright glow along her hand and fingers. A sullen mood dripped away as a small smile formed. A happy memory played on as her fingers curled and uncurled in the light.

A knock at the door woke the elf from the dreams of memories.

“Come in,” the elf said, followed by a sad sigh.

The door opened, and Elara stepped in with a smile.

Lyn could not deny Elara’s beauty. She wore leather leggings, a simple blouse shirt, and a thin leather jacket. Her blonde hair was out, framing her beautiful features. Ear points stabbed out of her flowing yellow hair.

“How are you this morning?” Elara asked as she stepped closer to Lyn, the dark-haired elf sitting on the edge of her bed.

“I am well, for the most part,” Lyn said with sad eyes. “How are you, dear sun sister?” she said as her mood instantly brightened.

“I am well,” Elara said with a genuine gleam in her eyes.

“What do I owe for such a visit?” Lyn smiled.

“Nothing. I only came to speak briefly about the elixir, and see if you needed anything for today. I hope you slept well?”

Lyn nodded. “I slept like the dead, which is a good thing. I can’t remember the last time I slept so well.”

Lyn stood up and faced Elara with an excited gleam in her oval eyes.

“Today is the day,” she remarked.

Elara nodded. “I will bring the elixir to you tonight. After you take it, you will feel the change. After a few hours, you will be able to produce milk. It’s best if someone stays with you.”

Lyn’s eyes gleamed in the dark room. “I do hope it is you who stays with me, sun sister?”

Elara saw the earnest gleam in her eyes and face. She nodded in agreement.

“Excellent. I look forward to the experience,” Lyn said, before her gaze shifted to a long-ago memory.

“If I may be so bold, did you work at the mage academy in Thallmar? I feel I’ve seen you before?”

Elara was taken aback. The province was immense, but the academy was famous. She had seen many come and go within the academy, but couldn’t put faces to names for they were all a blur.

“I did work there. It feels so long ago, and forgive me if I don’t remember you there. There were so many that came through the academy, it's difficult to keep track.”

Lyn nodded. “I understand. Yes, I thought you were one of the professors there. You look like you wield great magic.”

Elara stared at Lyn for a moment, a memory creeping into her mind. A sudden sadness filled her eyes.

Lyn’s eyes widened. She moved closer to Elara and took her hands into her own. She closed her fingers along Elara’s hands in solidarity.

“Please forgive me. I didn’t mean any harm with my question,” Lyn quickly said.

Elara smiled, pushing away the sad feelings.

“It’s okay. No need to apologize. There is no way for you to know. I took the exam to join the academy when I was much younger. I didn’t pass.”

“They must have given you a reason for not passing?”

Elara’s smile faded a touch. “It was a long time ago. But from what I remember, it was because I lacked conviction, or some nonsense.”

Lyn squeezed Elara’s hands in warm comfort.

“It was their loss. I can sense your mana, and it is powerful.”

Elara smirked. “I can sense yours as well, and it is much stronger.”

“If only it matched my courage,” Lyn sighed.

“It has, and we both know it,” Elara squeezed Lyn’s hands.

Lyn let out a sad laugh. “They say, when an elf reaches their soul autumn, it is the beginning of the end. I say, it’s the beginning of new adventures.”

“I agree,” Elara grinned.

The two elves laughed as they let go of each other’s hands. They sat on the edge of the bed and talked about life and its many trappings. But a shadow lurked in both of their hearts, lingering in different memories.

***

Dreams bleed away into a burning soreness. Asher blinked as he felt lips moving up and down his hard shaft. When he lifted his tired head, he saw Paasha between his legs, her head moving up and down. Her green hands were on top of his hips, like she was deeply worshipping his cock in sexual prayer.

“Paasha,” was all the lord managed as the motherly goblin continued to suck on his sore, standing member.

Asher was going to tell her to stop, but the whispers in his soul silenced him. He was numb via pleasure. The goblin, and his elven lover, taking turns making sure he was well drained of his urges and seed.

The lord of Blackwood closed his eyes. Paasha increased her pace, feeling him getting hard as iron in her mouth. The goblin dug her nails a little into the lord’s flesh. The tempo further increased and Asher let out a low groan.

The lord grasped the blankets as the goblin tried to suck his soul out of his manhood. A push along his entire body alerted the lord that the point of no return had approached.

Asher didn’t know for how long the goblin was sucking on his spent member, but again, the time had arrived for another surge of bliss.

The lord grunted as his hips pushed up. Paasha’s lips sank down to the hilt as Asher’s cock thickened further. She moaned as thick ropes of seed splashed against her throat. She gulped it down and was rewarded with more. The goblin moaned with her mouth and throat full, the lord blessing her once again and she reveled in it.

Asher dwelled into ecstasy’s embrace. He let out a long exhale, bliss surging into his body and filling it with defined purpose.

Paasha slowly slid her lips up Asher’s thick member. She let go after drinking his seed, and ensured there was no more. Her hand wrapped around his still hard cock. She milked his member, and when a small drop of come appeared at the tip of his cock, she licked it off with wanting intent.

“You are ready, Clan Father,” Paasha purred as she slowly stroked him.

Asher huffed as she stared at the ceiling.

“No sex for one day,” Paasha reminded him.

Asher nodded before he slowly sat up. He looked down on the motherly goblin. Paasha slowly stood up and stepped closer to him. Milk leaked from her large tits and she smiled.

“You may drink, Clan Father,” she said with half-closed eyes.

Asher took hold of one of her breasts. He closed his mouth over her leaking nipple and drank. He enjoyed the taste as he sucked on it. The usual goblin madness that normally came after drinking goblin milk was not there. He had grown so used to it, all he felt now was a deep warmth and satisfaction.

Paasha hugged Asher’s head to her breast. She let out a loving coo, feeling him drink from her fountain.

When Asher had enough, he pulled away and wiped away at the side of his mouth. He looked up at Paasha, who was still standing, and gave her a small smile.

“One day,” he said.

Paasha gave a single nod.

“You cannot spill your seed until tomorrow morning. If you do, I must prepare you again.”

Asher nodded before he looked to the side.

A whole day? I hope the soreness keeps me to the task ahead. I still can’t believe we are entertaining this. I am entertaining this. This will be our path from now on and I am excited to have it.

Asher swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. He made his way to his closet, ready to pick out clothes. As he picked out a shirt, his mind was filled with the image of Paasha.

“Paasha,” Asher began, ready to include her in his day, but as soon as he said it, the bedroom door closed shut.

Asher looked over to see that her dress had vanished from the floor. The goblin had left without a word and a concern filled the lord of Blackwood. He enjoyed the night with Paasha and Elara. Deep down, he didn’t want to think that the motherly goblin wasn’t loved as much as everyone else here.

The lord picked out his clothes for the day and began to get dressed. As he put his leggings on, he wondered, could he make it through the day without any intimacy? It was something he was going to find out, one way or another.

***

Asher made his way down the stairs. A scent of cooking food reached his nose and caused his stomach to growl. When he reached the bottom floor, he quickly glanced into the common room to see it empty.

The lord turned and walked toward the kitchen. When he entered, he saw Paasha cooking while Nuha sat at the kitchen table. The thin goblin turned her gaze to Asher, and her brow furled. She crossed her arms and sat back, her food only half finished.

“Morning Nuha and Paasha,” the lord said as he timidly stepped into the center of the kitchen.

Nuha remained silent, but her gaze could burn meat to a crisp.

“Everyone gone to town, or tend to duties here. I take over morning meal. Please sit, and I will serve you,” Paasha said with a loving and commanding tone.

Asher nodded before he moved to the kitchen table and sat down across from Nuha. The goblin eyed him with an annoyed heat in her gaze.

“Nuha?” Asher asked, never seeing her this way.

The goblin’s whole body trembled before she stood up on her seat and slammed her hands on the table.

“I should have been there to suck your dick!” the goblin shouted.

Asher blinked.

Paasha moved to a plate and scooped bacon, flat cakes, and fruit onto it. The motherly goblin turned and approached the kitchen table with a small smile.

“Nuha, don’t talk to the Clan Chief that way,” Paasha purred as she placed the plate of food on the table before Asher.

The goblin stood up on her chair and crossed her arms in a huff. She looked away, fury dancing in her yellow eyes.

“I could have helped. I could have made sure he was drained for Blyss. Now, we can’t touch him.”

“I have a name,” Asher smirked, trying to hold back his laughter.

Nuha shifted her gaze to him and her eyes narrowed.

“We should all be there when he puts his seed in the clan chieftess. Isn’t tradition that the whole clan is part of it. After he fucks her, he fucks all of us,” Nuha said with a deathly stare.

“No,” Paasha said warmly. “He can, when they come back. But before, he must spend many private moments with clan chieftess.”

Paasha turned her gaze to meet Asher’s eyes. “He is a huden, and it is harder for him to make babies with goblins. He will have to fuck her many times.”

Asher wasn’t sure he wanted to hear anymore. He barely touched his food, Nuha clearly upset and Paasha giving a detailed explanation of how many times he must fuck Blyss.

Asher took hold of his plate and stood up.

“I forgot. I have work to do in the lab,” he said as he was turning around.

“I will go with you and make sure you don’t fuck anyone,” Nuha said loudly.

Paasha raised her hand. “Nuha, stay with me. Amber is in the lab. She will make sure our lord stays pure.”

Asher turned around and quickly walked away.

I knew baby madness would come, but I didn’t expect it so quickly! I will get some work done and try to focus.

Asher walked into the hallway, and to the lab door on the side of the stairs. He used a copy of the keys his uncle left downstairs, turned the lock, and opened the magically sealed door. He made his way down the stairs, the door closing behind him.

When Asher reached the bottom of the stairs, he saw that Amber was at one of the tables, pouring potions into a small cauldron.

“The lord of purity has graced my presence,” Amber said as she continued to pour into the small cauldron.

Asher let out a laugh.

“And the humorous jabs continue,” he said as he put his plate down on a nearby table.

“Elara told us what you and Blyss are preparing for. You, and she, are not allowed any sex until both consummate, in hopes of a baby.”

“That’s right,” Asher nodded. “I knew goblins bred to have many children, but I didn’t know there was a ritual to it.”

Amber nodded as she focused on her work.

“They are just as bad as fauns, but we don’t have any rituals,” she said in a low tone.

The faun continued to pour until both potion bottles were empty. She placed the glass bottles down and reached for another one.

Asher approached with an inquisitive gleam to his eyes. “What are you working on?”

“Something I found in one of your uncle’s books. The shelf over there has many different potion recipes aside from the Lac Codex. I thought I would try my hand at it.

“As for telling you what I am working on, it has to be my secret.”

“Secret?” Asher asked as his gaze fell to the faun’s clothes.

Amber was wearing a short dress, the hem at mid-thighs. Her top was tight, and even at an angle he could see that it boosted her breasts up and together. It hugged her sides like a second skin. Her wavy hair was out and long. She lifted a cloven foot as she reached for another potion bottle a little further away.

The faun finished pouring the potion into the cauldron. When the contents of the cauldron began to bubble and turn a milky purple, she let out a relieved sigh.

Asher watched as Amber turned around and leaned against the edge of the table. Lord Blackwood couldn’t fight the gravity of Amber’s cleavage. He then noticed how her clothes hugged every part of her, revealing much of her figure.

“I was thinking about you last night,” Amber said with a heated whisper.

“Amber, what are you doing?” Asher asked as he took a step back.

The faun let out a breathy sigh. She tilted her head forward but looked up and met Asher’s gaze with heated desire.

“Having bad thoughts,” she said without blinking.

For the first time in a very long time, the lord of Blackwood felt uncomfortable at a woman’s advances. It was enough for him to take another step back.

Amber gave Asher a wicked, evil-looking smirk.

“You’re just so delicious and I can keep a secret,” the faun said with hungry eyes.

Amber took a cloven foot forward as Asher took another step back.

“This is important to Blyss and the whole clan,” Asher said, unable to deny the blood flowing to his manhood, making it harder.

“But is it important to you?” Amber said with a sultry tone. “There have been some discussions, wondering if you want a child, or many children?”

Amber looked Asher up and down, and she licked her lips.

“Denial is the greatest aphrodisiac to any faun, but it’s worse when a faun truly loves another.”

Asher took another step back.

Am I truly ready to be a father? Will I ever truly be ready?

Asher stopped his retreat and stood taller. A sudden purpose filled his spirit. The small look of concern bled away to a mighty resolve.

Amber blinked as Asher approached her. She looked up into his calm eyes. His hand lifted and touched the faun’s chin, making her lift her whole horned head upwards to face him.

“Amber, I love you just as I love everyone under our roof. To hear the laughter of children in our home is the greatest joy any family can reach. Not everyone has to have a child with me, but Blyss has chosen me and I accepted.

“After we are finished, I will be ready to put a child in any here who wish it, and make our bonds even stronger,” Asher said with serious eyes and a strong spirit.

The faun let out a weak gasp, Asher’s words heating her inner world into a blazing, wet fire.

Asher smirked. “Amber, when I come back, wear this outfit again so I can fuck you in it. Until then, a kiss will do.”

Amber let out a weak whimper before Asher’s lips touched hers. Tongues slid into mouths as arms embraced each other. Amber whimpered in her throat as tongues danced in heated desire. The faun’s iron grasp on Asher’s shirt held her body to his. The lord’s arms around her hugged her so tight, she felt wetness slip down her inner thighs. The emptiness in her grew, needing the lord of Blackwood to fill it once again.

Asher pulled back his head with a sly smile, breaking the kiss and having the faun looking at him like a lusty zombie.

“I should check upstairs and make sure the farm is in order. I hope your potion project bears fruit. I would like to know your thoughts on it, when you’re ready.”

Asher let go of the faun, turned away, and walked for the stairs.

Amber watched him go. When Asher stepped out and closed the door behind him, the faun sank down onto her knees and sat back on her furry ankles. She stared at nothing, the lingering sensations of Asher’s kiss and touch remaining.

“How dare you,” Amber whispered in disbelief that her lover did not take advantage of her.