Milk of Dawn
Milk of Dawn
An Erotic Lactation Fantasy
Elliot Silvestri
copyright 2012 by Elliot Silvestri and Green Bush Publishing
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The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.
Also by Elliot Silvestri
Astrophil & Stella
The Breast of Dawn
The Breast of Day
The Breast of Night
The Collegiate Milkmaid
Cul-De-Sac: A Suburban Erotica in Around
Gretchen’s Twins
His and Hers Affairs
Jillian’s Contract
Luke’s Milkmaids
Margeaux Known As
Ménage á Milk
Milk Addict
Misanthrope – First Summer
Never Too Many Pregos
Penny’s Secret Life
The Red Collar
The Troll’s Trollop
True Cow Girl
Twins at Once
A Virgin Sacrifice
Collections
The Green Bush Publishing Collection Volume 1
The Green Bush Publishing Collection Volume 2
The Green Bush Publishing Collection Volume 3
Roman Charity: Four Tales of Erotic Lactation
Table of Contents
The Breast of Dawn
Chapter One
Dawn stared with disgusted disinterest at the troll suckling from her engorged breast. After a year of captivity she had become accustomed to the monster draining her breasts daily of her milk. It wasn’t a terrible existence. It could be worse. She was mostly well treated; there were no beatings or torturing, she was well-fed, she was even allowed to stay in the forest above the cave during daylight hours. Naturally she was chained by her ankle to a rock in the cave…but still, Dawn considered it a step up from her previous placement. The only downside was that her troll owner nursed from her breasts every day.
His lips were thick and strong, they pulled unnaturally at her nipples and his huge bulk closed in oppressively. Gornash was a typical troll as far as Dawn knew. He was huge, over seven feet tall, bulky, muscular, purplish skin, bald head, and pointed ears. Nothing remarkable. His thick lips latched to her breasts every day and drained her milk. She had become accustomed to it, but couldn’t help cringing every time at the huge incisors that poked out of his mouth, threatening to slash her tender flesh. That never happened, even the first time he nursed from her. Gornash was surprisingly gentle with Dawn, which surprised her, for she had always been told that trolls were horrid monsters that were more likely to kill you than to look at you.
That turned out to be untrue. Trolls were supposed to be stupid as well, but Gornash was also intelligent, much more so than most of the humans she had dealt with most of her life. Perhaps he was so careful with her because he needed her and had paid a high price for her slavery and maybe it was the nature of trolls to kill and eat elves, humans, and other trolls on a regular basis. She didn’t know. What she did know is that every time Gornash placed his lips upon her flesh she involuntarily recoiled—he said and did nothing about her autonomic response—and then she relaxed as her milk started flowing and she began to enjoy the sensation of being nursed.
That is what Dawn hated the most. The reason for her slavery was also one of the few pleasures in her life, a life of slavery.
As he continued to nurse from her, Dawn felt the tightness of her breast’s skin lessen. She knew that he intentionally fed her foods laced with herbs designed to make her lactate more than was natural, but since he was her only supply of food, she had little choice in the matter. Her breasts were too large for her thin frame, it seemed every bit of nutrition she took in immediately went to her breasts and then out to Gornash’s stomach.
The first breast was drained. He released it with a smack of his lips and immediately glommed onto the full tit. Again she had her involuntary reaction of recoil, then her milk started flowing and her body responded to the stimulation Gornash supplied. She had been ...