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He glances up at her, golden eyes meeting purple eyes. "Your fault for making yourself taste so damn good," he says.

"That was so I could embarrass my, aah!?"

She cannot finish what she has to say as he latches his mouth around her nipple, his snout and the subtle softness of her boob forming the seal necessary to suck on the tit. Her eyes roll back when she feels the contender drinking deep from her, pulling out the source of her magic and taking it like a sweet dessert.

His hands are not idle, either. One moves down from Lactania's shoulder, grasping at her other breast, rolling it in his fingers, playing with it, tweaking the nipple, and overall just teasing her. Little squirts of milk shoot out, moving down over her body, covering her in a sweet and sticky exterior.

When he pulls his mouth free from one breast, he goes to the other, letting his tongue trail up along the dried milk, tasting the sweetness upon her flesh. The exquisite combination of scales and milk is such a delight, and the martial mage does not want to stop tasting any of it.

Lactania closes her eyes, her chest heaving. "Yo... You can't... no, s-stoop..." she opens her eyes again, only to see the many eyes watching the two. They all stood there, the audience she courted and the challengers she humiliated. Many are still caked in her milk, but all are watching, cheering, applauding her defeat, and her humiliation.

Is this it? Is this how the glory of Lactania finally reaches its end...?

"P... please," Lactania says, her purple eyes wide and watery. "I yield. You win. You are the champion, oh Salaz, the Mighty!"

Salaz pulls his mouth free from the tit, milk dribbling down his scaled chin. "Oh, I think we're far beyond the point of basic surrender." He squeezes both of her tits, squirting milk out and letting it drizzle down between his fingers. "All of the people you defeated and humiliated are here, Lactania. And why are they all watching with bated breath?" he leans in, his tongue slithering out, flicking at her nipples one at a time. "It's because they want to see you get your comeuppance. They want you to beg, and they want me to not listen."

"Y... you fiend... you animal!"

"We're all animals, Milk Mage, you just choose to give in to your animal lusts while being under the veil of civility. I, on the other hand, am more-than-happy to indulge in mine."

With that, he squeezes her tits together, the nipples leaking, wasting milk. But not for long, for Salaz opens his mouth wide and then shoves his face downward, shoving both nipples into his mouth. He squeezes her tits, shooting the milk up into his mouth, indulging on the sweet dairy that fills his tongue and shoots down his throat.

Cheering rises up from the crowd, and Lactania's eyes snap to meet the various challengers she had vanquished, each of them looking at the pair with a mix of sneers and cheers. She reaches to try and cover her eyes, but Salaz is quick and swings his hips around, pinning her arms down with his tail. His tail's extreme flexibility allows him to bend over and suck on her tits while he pins her down.

Lactania groans, squeezing her eyes shut and trying to hide from her shame, but she cannot hide from the feeling. She can feel all of her milk, all of her power, draining away, and there's nothing at all that she can do about it.

What's even worse is that she feels the strain of his weight against her, and the more he drinks from her magical milk, the more he pains her. Is it because she is weakened? Well, maybe, but there has to be more to it. More to the pressure she feels. The heavier he gets, the more milk leaks from her, and the more milk that leaks from her, the heavier he gets.

She doesn't want to, but she opens her eye, just a crack. She gasps at the sight. There, as he suckles on her tits, milk shooting out of the corner of his mouth while he drinks the most of it, is the sight of his stomach growing, and growing, and growing!

"Y... you depraved maniac! N-no one should be able to take in that much of my milk! Where are you storing it? What techniques are you using?

He pulls his mouth free, tilting his head back, and gulping down the remainder of the milk in his maw. He sighs, letting go of her tits, and then he rubs his hands over his sloshing belly. "What's the matter?" he asks, looking back down to her, patting his fattened self. "You never heard of the monks of Maw Mountain?"

There is an uproar from among the wizards and other contenders.

"Maw Mountain!?" One of the wizards exclaims, his monocle popping. "Why, that's just a legend!"

"Not true!" Salaz says, running his hand over Lactania's tits, massaging them, keeping them sensitive for the next step in his punishment. "The training is brutal, and most who train there walk out defeated and stuffed silly, but I am one of the mighty few who endured all their trials. And because of that, I was able to learn their greatest technique--the endless hunger!" He slaps his stomach again, watching it jiggle. "That, my dear, is exactly how I can drink so much of your creamy delight!" Salaz leans in, flicking at the nipple to tease at it before latching once more.