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Chapter 23: The Only Thing That Rings in the Forge Isn't Just the Sound of Iron
After assisting with the making of another sword, Milk began crafting a sword himself under Mary's guidance.
With Mary helping him as an assistant, he focused intently on the process: hammering and shaping the iron, carving it into a blade, sharpening it on a rotating whetstone, attaching a rough handle, fixing it with molten iron, briefly heating it in the furnace, and finally coating it with milk for a glossy finish.
Milk's first sword, made entirely by his own hands, was complete. Though a bit crude in appearance, it was sharp enough to be useful.
His second attempt, perhaps due to fatigue, was a little clumsier, but Mary praised him, saying it was excellent for a beginner.
And then
"Smooch slurp!"
"Hngh... haah!!!"
The two moved from the forge to Mary's house, where strange sounds began to echo.
There were sucking noises, accompanied by moans of pleasure. It might have sounded like Milk was nursing from Mary's breast, but
"Ah... Mary... that feels good!"
"Mm chuup slurp nchup!"
It was the opposite. Mary was sucking Milk's penis, drawing milk from him into a jar to replenish what she'd used that day.
Milk was bent over the end of the bed, while Mary, behind him, held his penis between his thighs, aiming the tip into a jar and sucking vigorously to induce ejaculation.
"Mmchup! Chuup! Chur! Chup!!!"
"A-ah!"
Supposedly, this was the best position for extracting milk, but to Milk, it felt like being milked like a cow.
Or perhaps, in this case, "milked" in a different sense.
Now able to control whether he ejaculated semen or just milk, Milk tensed his rear and blocked the passage from his front testicles.
This way, only non-sperm "milk" would come out. Mary sucked eagerly, urging him to release.
"Hnn... ugh!!!"
As Milk's toes curled, Mary pulled his penis from her mouth and stroked it up and down with her hand.
With a "byuryuryut!" sound, clear white milk spurted from his tip into the jar.
Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!
Mary's hand technique was almost magical each stroke made Milk's penis spurt milk like a dairy cow.
"Aaah!!!"
Milk stuck out his tongue, his sexual pleasure having grown with age, and now every ejaculation sent a wave of euphoria through his brain, making him involuntarily pull a lewd expression.
Tap! Tap!
When the jar was full, Milk's ejaculation stopped. Even after filling two jars that morning, he now had enough stamina to fill another thanks to Ru's invested points.
The tribe, unaware of this, simply praised Milk as a robust and virile man.
Mary sucked the last drops from his urethra, swallowing the rich, nutritious milk and blushing with delight.
"Whew! No matter how many times I taste it... Milk's milk is so rich."
"Hah... hah... Mary... I want food... food!"
Hungry after ejaculating, Milk clung to her chest, whining for milk. Thinking he was still a child, Mary put her nipple in his mouth and climbed onto the bed with him.
"Mmm!!!"
"Chuuup!!! Chuaap!!!"
Milk's strong suction made Mary moan. She gently patted his back as he nursed, but then he pushed her onto the bed.
"Kyah!"
Milk, now on top, continued nursing while rubbing his still-erect penis against her pussy.
"Ah! No Auntie still has work left "
"Chuuup! Haa... It's fine. I'll help with the rest."
"A-ah... I shouldn't..."
But Mary couldn't resist. Soon, Milk parted her wet folds and entered her.
"Khhng!!!"
Sex and nursing at the same time what woman in the tribe could resist such double pleasure? Likely none.
Switching to her other breast, Milk began thrusting, making Mary's hips twitch as if her waist would give out.
"Unngh! Ah!!! Milk!!!"
Her rising cries only made Milk move more confidently, the creaking bedposts telling the rest of the story.
He began to relax his hips, aiming to ejaculate real semen this time, not just milk.
"Mary, you're hungry too, right? Just wait I'll fill your belly."
"Ahh! Where did you learn to say things like that?!"
Mary was already dizzy with pleasure, but Milk's words made her ears ring with delight. It was strange to hear such things from a child, but coming from him, it felt different.
The two worked hard at their "production," and Milk did as promised making Mary's belly swell with his semen.
Mary lay on the bed, holding her swollen belly, still lost in waves of pleasure.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
Soon, her womb absorbed the milk content, returning her belly to normal, and the leftover semen was expelled.
When a Holstaurus woman isn't fertile, her womb absorbs the milk but expels the semen.
"Mary did you feel good?"
"You you shouldn't ask things like that!"
Embarrassed, Mary turned away, but the blush on her face showed she'd enjoyed it.
"Rest I'll get back to work."
"N-no! I'll help too."
Wobble!
"Ah!"
Trying to get up, Mary's legs gave out and she collapsed back onto the bed. Milk just smiled at her.
"See? Rest. I'm full of energy from your milk. I'll work, so come out when you're ready."
"Ugh... okay... thank you, Milk."
Milk patted her head, gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, and left for the forge.
"Ugh! Ugh... What am I supposed to do?!"
Mary, face buried in the bed in embarrassment, couldn't lift her head for a while.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Back in the forge, Milk hammered iron. Without an assistant, his pace slowed, but he worked steadily.
Mary needed to make six iron swords that day. Four were done; only two remained.
'She acts like an aunt, but she's got a girl inside. Cute, isn't she?'
[That's right. By the way, Milk, I just thought of something about Linda.]
'Yeah?'
[How about preparing a gift for her as a way to get closer?]
'A gift?'
[Yes. On Earth Day, ask Yuke and Bel for permission to skip playing, then come to the forge with Mary and make a sword for Linda. That'll open her heart and create an opportunity for you two.]
'Oh! That's a great idea! Right she's a warrior, so she'll love a weapon, especially one I made myself.'
[But if the gift isn't well made, it might backfire. Use your full strength to make a quality sword for her. To do that, focus on perfecting the two swords you're making now.]
'Alright! Let's make a sword so amazing it'll leave her speechless. Ah...'
[Milk?]
'No matter how good the blade is, I can't make a proper leather handle... If the handle's bad, the sword won't be great.'
[That's a problem. In that case, ask Buren for help.]
'Buren can do leatherwork, but her main craft is textiles. She only helps with leather when there's a shortage.'
[I know. But she must know a leatherworker. Ask her to introduce you and have them make a good handle.]
'Hmm...'
Most sword handles are just serviceable, sent to the forge for finishing, and end up looking plain.
Only ceremonial swords for festivals get the best craftsmanship, and those handles are carefully preserved and reused.
If Milk could get such a handle, he could make the high-quality sword he wanted.
[You have high status in the tribe, and Honkale has told everyone to cooperate with you. It shouldn't be hard to get a ceremonial handle.]
'It might not be that easy... but I'll ask Buren tomorrow.'
After finishing another sword, Mary, now recovered, returned to help with the last one.
The sixth sword turned out smoother than expected, though the handle was still crude.
After finishing, Milk parted with Mary and went home with Linda. That night, as Linda was about to enter her room, Milk called her.
"Linda!"
"Y-yes?! Did you call me, Master?"
"Yes, come here."
"Yes!"
Linda hurried over and bowed her head. Milk stepped closer and made his request.
"Tonight... I want you to feed me dinner."
"W-what did you say?!"
"Dinner. I want you to feed me. Milk!"
"M-milk?!"
Caught off guard, Linda stared at Milk in shock.
Watching from behind, Millie immediately understood Milk's intent, winked, and played along.
"Oh would you? Then I'll feed the girls and go to bed first "
"Yeah tonight I'll eat with Linda. Good night, Mom "
"Alright "
With even Millie's approval, Linda had no reason to refuse. Nervous, she took a deep breath to steady herself.
'Don't be scared, Linda! You're just... giving Master some milk! Nothing to be afraid of! Go, Linda!'
Cheering herself on, Linda removed her circular bikini armor and offered her chest to Milk.
Compared to other Holstaurus, her breasts were small barely filling her hands. But small was small.
Without a word, she presented her chest, and Milk took her right breast, kneading and stimulating it, then latched onto her nipple
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