Taste of Defeat 2
#27 of High Fantasy
Lactania the Milkmage has never had an opponent on as even a footing as Salaz the Martial Mage. The two battle it out before the council of wizards to show who is the most powerful, but Lactania's power comes from her milk. Can Salaz use that to his advantage?
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He stumbles back, wiping the bubbling substances off of his face, the heat doing nothing to him.
"Ah, so your elemental resistance is high. Very good," Lactania says. "Too bad my milk does not do elemental damage!" She swoops her arms in a magnificent motion, and a pillar of summoned milk flies forward to hit the martial mage.
He listens out for the flow of mana and liquid around him and dodges the attack, only to spin and whip his tail towards her. Lactania gasps and takes a slap to the face, sending her spinning.
A murmur rises up from the crowd. It grows louder with each hit that the challenger gives to the champion. She shakes the dizziness from her head and raises her arms up high. "Alright, you upstart. You asked for it! Cream-eteor!"
Giant spheres of white nourishment form in the sky and fall down towards the challenger. He plants his feet, staring up at it with a determined golden stare. He punches the air, sending fiery fists flying forward, striking each milky meteor and evaporating them one-by-one.
Lactania's eye twitches. This upstart is doing much too well compared to many of the others. Where did he come from, and what is this style of magic he practices?
After striking the last attack, he throws both fists forward, shooting another blast of fire at her. She squeezes her tits, firing off a burst of milk to counter the attack, ricocheting the fireball off to the side and towards the audience.
One of the magi in the front row stands up and produces an ethereal shield. The fire strikes against it, but the flames are so hot that some bearded wizards need to pat the cinders from their facial hair.
The distraction of the audience gives the challenger a chance to rush Lactania.
Nearing her, he throws an acidic blast towards the Milkmage. A slash of creamy liquid catches his knee, ripping his pants and sending him tumbling forward.
The Milkmage tilts her neck, and the acid flies past her. "Oh, is that really the best you can do?" she asks. "How pathetic. Seems to me like you want to have a taste for everyone to see." She chuckles from the back of her throat, stepping up towards the fallen sorcerer. "Very well, I think I'll give you what you so desperately desire." With her top already destroyed, she pulls down the remains of her dress.
The red sorcerer snickers and the milkmage stops, her fingers just about to squeeze for victory.
She frowns. "And just why are you laughing?"
"Returning Spell" is all the sorcerer says.
"A spell adjustment!?" The milkmage gasps, spinning around, only to be splashed in the face by the orb. She falls back, landing on her back while the burning sensation causes her mild discomfort. It stings at her scales and eyes, but he only used a low-potency splash so as not to leave any lasting damage.
But before she can blink the blurriness out of her eyes, she feels the bare foot of the reptilian sorcerer press upon her breast. He holds his hand out, palm wide, and gathering energy forms there. He smiles and says, "Do you yield...?"
"Yield?" Lactania growls. "To the likes of you? Never!"
He smirks. "Well, then, I suppose I'll just have to make you surrender." He lifts his foot and then crawls down to her level. His hands slide up along her sides, teasing her with the slight scratches of his claws, before he grabs tight to them, giving the milkers a firm and direct squeeze. The milk squirts out from various pores, squirting up like a fountain before landing upon his fingers and her scales.
"Look at you," he says, squeezing one after another, letting the milk shoot up just a bit, "You're so full of this stuff, I wonder what would happen if I were to milk it all out of you? Would you lose all of your power? Would you even be a mage anymore?"
Lactania squirms underneath him, looking away as this humiliation is applied to her. "Y... you fiend!"
Salaz hisses, "Oh, don't you worry, Lactania. Your defeat will be totally under my hands, as I know the correct pressure points. Observe." With that, he removes one hand, and then he thrusts forward, pressing up underneath of her tit. This causes an eruption of milk to shoot up from her. A squeal of surprise erupts from her throat, and the fluid to splash against his lips and cheeks.
He flicks his tongue over the substance, and then his golden eyes flare-up. "D... damn..."
"W... what?" Lactania asks, a frown growing on her face.
"That's some good stuff you got there," he admits. Suddenly, he hops down, laying on top of Lactania, hands pinning her down by the shoulders.
"Unhand me, you brute. Help, help! Council, this is highly unorthodox!"
The wizards of the front look to each other, muttering and nodding. They turn back to the fight and shrug, saying, "You've never been one for following standard protocol, Lactania. You've brought this on yourself with that sweetened milk spell of yours."
"This is not how I want my milk to be-aah!"
The challenger rolls his long tongue out, pressing the warm and wet muscle against her exposed nipple. His tongue flicks over it, pressing down, letting milk seep out of each of her many milk ducts, and rolling down her scaled underbelly.
The challenger moans when his tongue laps up the sweet substance. He licks over and over her, painting her chest in saliva.
"Y... you barbarian! That's... that's my milk. That's my source of power!
One of the younger council wizards chimes in with a sly smirk. "What he's doing is well within the rules." He flicks open a scroll and points to a line. "Rule 13: 'Removal of a spell-caster's source of power is permitted, so long as it doesn't involve the killing or maiming of said spell-caster.' Your source of magic is your breast milk. It may be perverted but it's fair game." He rolls it closed as he adds in a small voice, "...Besides, I'm liking where this is going."